AN: This chapter starts one year after the prologue. The baby girls are one year old and hardly normal. They have been running for the past three months and…well, no one has a clue about them.

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Piccolo was gently changing his youngest daughter's diaper. But…he wasn't paying attention to his oldest. The little girl in front of him cooed loudly drawing even more attention to herself.

"Hang in there Lilac" Piccolo said calmly. "I'm almost done."

The little girl cooed even louder but her wide, silver eyes took on a strange glint. As soon as Piccolo saw that glint, he knew it was too late.

Something small but hard slammed into his legs making him begin to fall. It was only his training as a Z warrior that kept him on his feet and ready for the next blow. The blur came around for the second blow to his legs but Piccolo dodged the attack and stretched out his right arm to catch his oldest child's shirt while using his left to hold Lilac onto the table. He brought his arm, daughter and all, back toward him and looked down.

"You're getting as fast as any Saiyan" he growled.

A pair of wide, silver eyes looked up at him with such a look of innocence that even Piccolo's hard hear melted.

"You apparently know you're adorable don't you, Rye" he growled gruffly.

He lifted her up with ease and placed her on the table beside her sister and returned to cleaning Lilac. Noticing the way Lilac was ling, Rye lay down beside her and they turned their identical eyes on him. Piccolo met their adorable stares with stony resolve but deep inside, his heart melted more. These were his babies and he loved them.

After he changed Lilac's diaper, he turned to Rye. Rye hated having her diaper changed; she would wriggle and squirm unless Piccolo kept her distracted. So he spoke to them in Namekian. They would giggle and coo every time he did, so he taught them Namekian as well as English.

When they were cleaned, Piccolo pulled his babies into a sitting position. Gently he ran his large, green hands through their soft, golden hair. He was rewarded with two soft coos. His black eyes glistened as he scooped up his girls.

"Scoop ya up" he said teasingly. "Gobble ya down."

He kissed their soft cheeks and pretended to eat them.

"Ahhhh, Daddy! Don't eat Lilac" Rye screamed.

Piccolo flinched slightly in pain at the loud sound so close to his ears then turned his head toward Rye.

"Alright" he said. "I'll eat you."

"No!" Lilac screamed.

Together the adorable little girls placed their hands over his mouth. Piccolo chuckled darkly as he spun them around. When they were dizzy, Piccolo carried them to his large armchair and they cuddled in his arms and the trio fell fast asleep.