I didn't expect Piccolo to agree training with me.

I also didn't expect him to dump my four-year-old son in the middle of the damn wastelands either.

I wasn't happy about his idea of training, but we work out an agreement. I could take short breaks throughout the day to watch Gohan, but not interfere on what he was doing.

I have to say, when Goku and I had Gohan, I didn't imagine that I would need to butt heads with Piccolo over how to raise and train my kid.

At least he isn't bad as Chi-Chi.

The first few days were tense.

The sparing between us felt more like actual fights.

Few of these fights I could sense a killer's intent in Piccolo.

The tense atmosphere, the uncomfortable silence, and the aggressive sparing sessions were put to end thanks to Gohan and the full moon. I should have thought of it, but with everything else going on, it slipped my mind about Gohan's condition.

Unfortunately, when Gohan did turn into his giant ape form, I didn't remember what caused that change. So while I was flouting in midair babbling uncontrollably and panicking over Gohan, Piccolo just calmly blew up the moon after a few moments of just thinking.

Surface to say, I am now jealous of his ability to think rationally in stressed situations along with his strength. If not more so.

A few weeks after that tiny incident, our sparing became less antagonistic. The atmosphere between the sparing gradually lost its tension and uncomfortable silence.

Not friendly, though.

The months went by as we trained.

I focused on my stamina and chi put it into flying better and staying the air longer.

Piccolo, who had train himself to that years ago, would meditate when I took breaks from sparing.

We both took time to watch Gohan from a distance; Piccolo pretended to not do so. I have to admit, I found it strangely endearing that Piccolo would take breaks from training to watch over Gohan and then act if he didn't. My worries of what he was going to put Gohan through if I wasn't around seem unrealistic and not warrantied now.

Today marked the end of six months of Gohan's life in isolation.

I wonder how he will react to seeing me after all this time.

Will he be resentful that I didn't try to talk to him? Be there for him? It would be easier to have Goku here. She knew what to say or act in this situation. She would keep me calm and ease my worries.

Piccolo and I are flying to Gohan's location, and while I feel worried and nervous about how Gohan will perceive my agreement to Piccolo, I'm still excited.

A thought popped into my head.

"Hey, Piccolo."

He sighed, "What?"

"Gohan hasn't seen me for months now, I was thinking of surprising the little guy."

I know it isn't my best idea, but I want, no, I need to take a few minutes before I see my son again.

"Ok…and?"

"Well, I am going to be hiding behind a rock or something, while you go and retrieve Gohan. So, don't say anything."

"Fine, whatever. I don't care," he turned to face me. "just remember our agreement, Krillin. The second you start inferring with his training, you can go back to Kami's lookout with the rest of the fools." He sped off.

Its moments like these where I want to throw a stone at the green man's face.

We landed a few feet off from where Gohan is at.

He sat cross legged eating whatever was left of a giant fish, seemingly not paying attention to what was around him.

I can feel my heart starting pound against my chest. This is the first time since the day Gohan was kidnapped where I can interact with my son. I am not counting when he turned into a giant ape.

I must have stood there frozen, as the next thing I remember Piccolo pushing me behind a rock formation and shrubbery.

"Hey, kid."

I peak around the rocks to get a good look at Gohan.

His reaction to Piccolo was almost comical. He tossed his fish in the air, squeaked, and his eye bugged out.

His hair was longer, messier. I'm going to have to cut it at some point.

"M—Mr. Piccolo?"

Mr. Piccolo?

Piccolo let out a sigh. "The six months are up; it seems as though you survived."

Gohan's face grew serious as he stood up. He gave Piccolo a short nod.

"So, you're going to train me now?"

"Yes, but we aren't going to be alone…"

I suppose that's my cue.

I hear the confusion in Gohan's voice; maybe a twinge of hope? I am not sure. "Really? But why? I mean, who's joining us, Mr. Piccolo?"

I walk out where Gohan can see me.

"Hey there little buddy." My voice cracks.

Gohan turns his head from Piccolo to me. His grow wide.

He let out a short gasp , "Daddy?" Just barely above a whisper, Gohan asks.

I give a small nod. I blink away the tears that is starting to form in my eyes. If I say anything, I know I will choke.

He quickly looks at Piccolo and gives a thankful smile. Gohan was always smart; he must have figured out already that it was up to Piccolo for allowing me to be here.

Gohan turned to face me again and let out a loud shout, "Daddy!", and began to run towards me. His new found strength caught me off guard and we both fell down. He starts to sob and laugh hard.

I start to do the same thing as I bury my head into his mess of hair.

"I missed you so much!"

"I missed you to, Gohan."

I lift my head slightly and spot Piccolo out of my corner of my eye. He quickly turns away.

I swear that his mouth was slightly upward.

Sorry for how long it took me to update.