Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z.
Authors note: Well I hope this chapter is ok. I tried to show Piccolo's slight reluctance at being a father.
Anyway Please read and review.
Later, Raven.
Chapter two
Piccolo felt a small hand shake his arm gently. "Poe Poe wakes up." Rose whispered.
Piccolo sighed and lifted his head from the pillow. His eye's found Rose standing by the bed he shared with Justine. "What's wrong Squirt?" He asked.
"I peed." She told him solemnly.
"Where?" He questioned as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"In my bed." She answered.
After getting out of bed and fallowing Rose out to where her bed was, Piccolo frowned. "Why didn't you go outside like I showed you?" He asked.
"I scared." She stated.
"Of wha— Never mind take off your shirt and I'll change your bed." He muttered.
After changing the bed clothes Piccolo turned to put Rose back in her bed, but he found her still in her wet nightshirt.
"I told you to change." He said with impatience lacing his voice.
No sooner then he spoke did the girl burst into tears. "I sorry." She wailed and covered her crying eye's.
"Don't do that!" He barked.
"What's going on." Justine asked as she came out of her bedroom. "Piccolo why are you yelling at Rose?"
"I'm not yelling." He defended.
"Oh sure." Justine mumbled and bent to pick Rose up off the floor. "Oh honey you're all wet– it's ok don't cry." She soothed the girl.
Piccolo was glaring at her while she held the girl, however Justine was used to his dark looks and chose to ignore it.
"You can't yell at a kid for peeing the bed, you'll screw her up for life." She stated.
"I wasn't yelling." He growled.
"Ok maybe you were just being harsh, but whatever you were doing it was upsetting her, so next time you need to be a little more considerate." Justine asserted.
"I don't intend to baby her." Piccolo pointed out.
"I'm not saying you have to baby her. I'm just saying you shouldn't bully her." She declared.
"Why in hell would I bully a child." He demanded.
"Let's not get into this right now. Just get her to bed without making her cry." Justine told him and handed Rose over with a look of warning. Then without another word she left him standing there holding the wet child.
He held her up in front of him because he didn't like the idea of getting soaked in her pee. She was looking at him with her big watery eye's. Her thumb was popped in her mouth and all Piccolo could think was that he was not cut out to take care of a kid.
"I sorry." She mumbled around her thumb.
"No more crying." He told her in a much gentler tone.
"Kay." She said then she pulled her thumb out of her mouth as if just remembering something. "I not baby, babies suck tumbs. I not baby." She repeated.
"No you're not a baby." Piccolo agreed and put her down so he could help her change.
He pulled her shirt over her head then began looking for a clean one. Because he had let Rose put her own things away all her clothes where shoved into the trunk at the foot of her bed. After a lot of rummaging and coming up with nothing, he decided that making her something new would be much easier. "Hold still." He told her and concentrated on making her a long nightgown.
When he was done Rose giggled and clapped her hands. "You magic." She laughed.
"You like that huh Squirt?" He asked.
She nodded and lifted her arms to him. He picked her up and carried her to bed.
"Go back to sleep now." He murmured.
"Can I have kiss?" She asked.
Piccolo bent and brushed his lips against her forehead, this was nothing new she had been begging for kisses from him since she had learned how to ask.
"Now sleep." He commanded gently.
"Kay." She said and closed her eye's obediently.
Piccolo went back to his room and lay back down beside Justine in their bed. He had added the new room once they decided that Rose would be visiting.
"You did good." Justine murmured and hugged his arm.
"I'm no good at this, I can't be a father, I don't even know where to begin." He told her.
"No one said anything about you being a father." Justine whispered.
"But that's what Rose wants. She thinks I'm going to be her father." He stated heavily.
"Then maybe she knows something that you don't." She said as she snuggled up to him.
"It's just because she too young to know me that well." He grumbled.
"Oh I don't think so. I mean I know you fairly well and my heart still skips a beat when you walk in the room." Justine pointed out.
"Feh that's just fear of me kicking your ass like I did in our last sparring session." He said tongue in cheek.
"Oh yeah, well as I remember it I was the one doing the ass kicking." She stated and punched him in the shoulder.
"Well I guess I'll have to refresh your memory, wont I?" He breathed as his hands sought out her ticklish ribs.
"No don't tickle!" She squealed.
"I'll stop when you beg for mercy." He grinned.
"Never!" She said between spasms of laugher.
