Authors Notes: Hi. Sorry I have taken so long. I've been busy with my other fics. Here is chapter 3. 4,5&6 will be posted by Monday. R&R! tink
Piccolo blinked his eyes open and winced at the bright morning light. He looked at the bedside clock and saw he was asleep for only a few hours. He sat up and stretched. He ran his hand over his bald head and froze. Piccolo jumped up and ran to the mirror. He turned his head back and forth looking at it. Little black hairs covered his head. Not just one or two, but they covered his whole head!
"AHHHGGG!" he cried out.
Bulma rushed into the room. "Piccolo, what is it?" She saw his nude state and she screamed and covered her eyes.
"Mom what is eeeeeeeekkkkk!" Bra walked in and got an eye full as well.
Piccolo dove for a sheet ans covered himself. "Tried knocking?!?!"
"Sorry." Bulma said slowly uncovering her eyes. "Bra outside."
"But mom-"
"Now!" Bra left the room. "Piccolo, why were you yelling?"
He lowered his formaly bald head to display his hair. "Is it bad?"
She ran her hand over it. "Calm down. This is normal."
"But there is so much of it!" Piccolo complained.
"Well you have been asleep for over two weeks you know." Bulma said.
"TWO WEEKS?! Why didn't you wake me up?!" Piccolo demanded.
"Well you looked so peaceful." Bulma said. "It's not like we didn't try to get you up either. You were like a dead log." She tossed him a towel. "Shower and get dressed. Bra and me picked you up some clothes in your size. Meet us downstairs for breakfast."
She left the room and he heard her walk down the steps. Piccolo got up and turned on the shower and used some shampoo he saw on a shelf. It smelled like lavender and was purple. He read the simple directions and followed them. He also saw a razor and some shaving cream in a silver can. He used it to shave his head because the last thing he needed was hair. It was too complicated. The shaving cream was pink and also smelled like flowers. By time he emerged from the bathroom he smelled like a feild of flowers. Maybe that's why Gohan wears that spicy colonge, he thought, to counter act the flower smell.
Piccolo opened the once empty dresser and saw an assortment of shirts and pants. He put on a white t-shirt and a pair of black slacks. The shirt was also a little tight, but at least it covered him. He passed the mirror and looked at himself. He groaned again. He was looking more human everyday. Piccolo slipped on his brown shoes and went down the stairs.
Bulma stood at the stove flipping pancakes and Trunks sat at the kitchen table signing some last minute papers. Bra wore headphones and was dancing around in circles. Goten kept trying to steal a pancake and Bulma swatted him with her spatula.
"Do you ever go home?" Bulma asked glaring at Goten. She turned and saw Piccolo comming down the steps. "Morning Piccolo."
"Morning." he said.
Bra stopped her spinning and looked at Piccolo. She turned a little pink and he turned a little purple.
A loud pounding came from the front door. "HEY! IS my slaker uncle in there!?"
They all looked at eachother. Then at Goten. He laughed nerviously. "Sounds like Pans here." He went to open the door but Pan just let herself in. She stomped over to Goten and glared at him.
"Where were to yesterday? You promised to spar with me now that I'm sixteen!" she said, clearly pissed off. "So what was it? Paris? Or was it some other group of bimbos you and Trunks wanted to pick up?"
"Hold it right there-" Trunks started. Pan sent him a murder glance and he shut up.
"Well?" Pan asked.
Bulma stepped forward. "Pan we had a little situation." She waved a hand to Piccolo.
Pan looked at the tall man in the room and said, "Who is this and why does he have such a high power level?"
Piccolo cocked and eyebrow. He was suprised she noticed his ki, even though she had not reconized it yet. He tried to remember the last time he saw Pan. It had to be around three years. He wasn't the type to stop by for tea.
"This is . . . " Bulma started and glanced at Piccolo. He shook his head back and forth. No!No!No!No!
"Piccolo."
Pan looked at him judgemently and started laughing. Her knees buckled from laughing so much, so she grabbed ahold of the table to hold herself up.
"Suuurrre," she said. "And I'm a monkeys uncle."
"Tecnicaly, your uncle is a monkey." Trunks said looking at Goten. "This is no joke."
Pan looked at him scepticly. "You're in on this too? How much did Bulma pay you?"
Piccolo had enough of this and he hissed like a snake. He shot eye beams at the Pan and fried her.
Pan sat up coughing smoke and looked at Piccolo with singed hair. "I'll bite. What happened to him?"
Bulma sat her down and quickly explained and then invited Pan for breakfast. She went off to clean up and when she came back all six of them sat down at the table.
"I guess you're glad you still have your powers huh?" Pan said.
"Yes." Piccolo answered. "I plan on going out today to test them out. Just to make sure that I'm not weaker because I'm human."
"Training? Can I come to?" Pan asked. She turned and clasped her hands together. "Please? Dad always told me of the great training you do and I would love to see it and experience it in person."
"I train alone." Piccolo said. "Besides Gohan doesn't know about this yet and I do not plan to tell him."
Pan leaned close to him. "Are you telling me that you are not going to tell your best friend in the whole universe that you have been turned into a human by mistake? Even though it's temperary?"
Piccolo groaned. "Well since you put it that way . . . "
Pan sat back with a smug look on her face. Bulma sat down plates full of eggs, bacon, pancakes, waffles, biscuts, sausages, friut and grilled ham. It was more than enough for an army, but would serve for a light breakfast for demi-sayjins and two humans.
"I think Pan is right Piccolo." Bulma said. "You have a new body now. Why not try out some new experiences? You know, things you couldn't do because of the green skin and antenas."
"Like what?" he asked.
"Like go see a movie." Bulma said. "Go to a club or danceing."
"Or try to get your drivers license again." Goten chuckled. Piccolo shuddered at the memory.
"How about I just do light training like I planned." Piccolo said. He forked up some eggs off of his plate and sniffed it. "What is this?"
"Eggs. From a chicken." Bulma said.
He dropped his fork and pushed the plate away. "I can't eat this."
"Sure you can." Bra said. "You nearly cleared out all of the ice box yesterday."
"I can't eat something that once had a mother." he said. Pan was lifting a forkful of eggs to her mouth at the time stopped half-way up. She lowered her fork.
"I'll stick to waffles." she said.
Later on, when all of the food was gone, Bulma cleared the table and started chattering to Trunks about the next big meeting at Capsule Corp. Bra excused herself for her to go get ready for a shop-a-thon with Marron.
"We plan on hitting all malls in a seventy mile radius for a new prom dress. Want to come Pan?" Bra asked picking up her purse.
"Well . . . . " Pan looked at Piccolo.
He sighed giving up. "Alright. You can come train with me. But that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you!" he added quickly.
"Yippeee!!!" Pan shouted. She clapped her hands together. "Thank you!"
This I will regret, Piccolo thought.
The next hour was the worst in Piccolos life. Pan kept asking a million questions about namiks and what it was like to be kami. He found it easier to train if he just ignored her. He streached out in his purple training outfit and began powering up.
"You are powering up already?" Pan asked.
"Yes." he answered. "Morning is the best time to train." He felt the surge of power race through him as the earth shook. Pan flew out of the way as a crater formed beneath him. Chunks of rock flew around him then landed. He reached his arm out and race towards a cliff. He punched it and back kicked the next one. As they former mountains shattered he moved n to the next and formed yellow ki blasts and blew it to dust.
Then he saw Pan sitting on a small rock and he threw one at her. She screamed and jumped out of the way.
"What was that for!?" she demanded.
He floated to the ground and scowled at her. "You came out here to train, not sit around."
"I was just waiting for you to power up." she said. She stood up and took a fighting stance. "If you are ready come on." She beconed him with her hand.
He crossed his arms in front of his broad cheast. She rushed forward and he moved out of the way and kneed her in the back as she passed. She hit the dirt and gawked at him. He rose his hand and waved for her to come. She let out a shout of anger and rushed again, this time in a jump kick. He ducked it and punched her in the center of her back as she flew over head.
The rest of the day continued like this. Pan attacking and Piccolo using and pointing out her weaknesses. An hour before sunset she collapsed.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "we still have a good hour of sunlight left."
"ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME!!" she shouted. "I'm bleeding, my body aches and I am exhausted. Can't we call it a day?"
Piccolo smiled at her. "You know your dad used to say the same thing." She smiled up st him and he frowned. "But he was four and you are sixteen!" He ran up and upper cut her.
She hit the ground and moaned.
He picked her up and dusted her off. "It is late. go home and I will see you in the morning."
"The morning!" she said. "But we went all day." She sighed. "Maybe this fighting thing isn't really for me."
"Maybe." Piccolo said.
"Can you at least come to my house and tell my dad why I have been gone all day?" she asked.
"Fine." he mummbled.
The pair flew to Videl and Gohans house in Satan City. They landed and Pan reached for the door knob, only for it to be opened by a very angery Gohan.
"Where have you been? Curfew is at six o'clock no excuses." he said sternly.
"But dad," she said pointing to Piccolo. "I was out with-"
"I don't want to hear it." he said. "Go up to your room. NOW!"
Pan sighed in defeat and walked inside. Gohan turned his angery eyes on Piccolo. "And you-"
"Aw, shut up Gohan." Piccolo said. "We were offf training all day."
Gohan froze and stared at the man in his doorway. Did he just hear Piccolos voice come out of him?
Piccolo sighed and looked up at the sky. "I'm gonna kill Dende." He quickly explained things to Gohan leaving out that Bra tried to seduce him and that Baba had turned him into a rabbit.
Gohan blinked. Then called up to Pan keeping his eyes on Piccolo. "Panny?"
Pan hopped down the stairs. "What is it dad? Piccolo explain things?"
"So it's true!" Gohan said in shock. "B-b-but-"
Piccolo groaned and explained it one more time slower. "Now if you excuse me I have to go. I will be back at five to get Pan for training."
"Okey, um, Piccolo." Gohan said.
"You do mean five in the afternoon, right?" Pan called at after him. "Right?"
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Piccolo blinked his eyes open and winced at the bright morning light. He looked at the bedside clock and saw he was asleep for only a few hours. He sat up and stretched. He ran his hand over his bald head and froze. Piccolo jumped up and ran to the mirror. He turned his head back and forth looking at it. Little black hairs covered his head. Not just one or two, but they covered his whole head!
"AHHHGGG!" he cried out.
Bulma rushed into the room. "Piccolo, what is it?" She saw his nude state and she screamed and covered her eyes.
"Mom what is eeeeeeeekkkkk!" Bra walked in and got an eye full as well.
Piccolo dove for a sheet ans covered himself. "Tried knocking?!?!"
"Sorry." Bulma said slowly uncovering her eyes. "Bra outside."
"But mom-"
"Now!" Bra left the room. "Piccolo, why were you yelling?"
He lowered his formaly bald head to display his hair. "Is it bad?"
She ran her hand over it. "Calm down. This is normal."
"But there is so much of it!" Piccolo complained.
"Well you have been asleep for over two weeks you know." Bulma said.
"TWO WEEKS?! Why didn't you wake me up?!" Piccolo demanded.
"Well you looked so peaceful." Bulma said. "It's not like we didn't try to get you up either. You were like a dead log." She tossed him a towel. "Shower and get dressed. Bra and me picked you up some clothes in your size. Meet us downstairs for breakfast."
She left the room and he heard her walk down the steps. Piccolo got up and turned on the shower and used some shampoo he saw on a shelf. It smelled like lavender and was purple. He read the simple directions and followed them. He also saw a razor and some shaving cream in a silver can. He used it to shave his head because the last thing he needed was hair. It was too complicated. The shaving cream was pink and also smelled like flowers. By time he emerged from the bathroom he smelled like a feild of flowers. Maybe that's why Gohan wears that spicy colonge, he thought, to counter act the flower smell.
Piccolo opened the once empty dresser and saw an assortment of shirts and pants. He put on a white t-shirt and a pair of black slacks. The shirt was also a little tight, but at least it covered him. He passed the mirror and looked at himself. He groaned again. He was looking more human everyday. Piccolo slipped on his brown shoes and went down the stairs.
Bulma stood at the stove flipping pancakes and Trunks sat at the kitchen table signing some last minute papers. Bra wore headphones and was dancing around in circles. Goten kept trying to steal a pancake and Bulma swatted him with her spatula.
"Do you ever go home?" Bulma asked glaring at Goten. She turned and saw Piccolo comming down the steps. "Morning Piccolo."
"Morning." he said.
Bra stopped her spinning and looked at Piccolo. She turned a little pink and he turned a little purple.
A loud pounding came from the front door. "HEY! IS my slaker uncle in there!?"
They all looked at eachother. Then at Goten. He laughed nerviously. "Sounds like Pans here." He went to open the door but Pan just let herself in. She stomped over to Goten and glared at him.
"Where were to yesterday? You promised to spar with me now that I'm sixteen!" she said, clearly pissed off. "So what was it? Paris? Or was it some other group of bimbos you and Trunks wanted to pick up?"
"Hold it right there-" Trunks started. Pan sent him a murder glance and he shut up.
"Well?" Pan asked.
Bulma stepped forward. "Pan we had a little situation." She waved a hand to Piccolo.
Pan looked at the tall man in the room and said, "Who is this and why does he have such a high power level?"
Piccolo cocked and eyebrow. He was suprised she noticed his ki, even though she had not reconized it yet. He tried to remember the last time he saw Pan. It had to be around three years. He wasn't the type to stop by for tea.
"This is . . . " Bulma started and glanced at Piccolo. He shook his head back and forth. No!No!No!No!
"Piccolo."
Pan looked at him judgemently and started laughing. Her knees buckled from laughing so much, so she grabbed ahold of the table to hold herself up.
"Suuurrre," she said. "And I'm a monkeys uncle."
"Tecnicaly, your uncle is a monkey." Trunks said looking at Goten. "This is no joke."
Pan looked at him scepticly. "You're in on this too? How much did Bulma pay you?"
Piccolo had enough of this and he hissed like a snake. He shot eye beams at the Pan and fried her.
Pan sat up coughing smoke and looked at Piccolo with singed hair. "I'll bite. What happened to him?"
Bulma sat her down and quickly explained and then invited Pan for breakfast. She went off to clean up and when she came back all six of them sat down at the table.
"I guess you're glad you still have your powers huh?" Pan said.
"Yes." Piccolo answered. "I plan on going out today to test them out. Just to make sure that I'm not weaker because I'm human."
"Training? Can I come to?" Pan asked. She turned and clasped her hands together. "Please? Dad always told me of the great training you do and I would love to see it and experience it in person."
"I train alone." Piccolo said. "Besides Gohan doesn't know about this yet and I do not plan to tell him."
Pan leaned close to him. "Are you telling me that you are not going to tell your best friend in the whole universe that you have been turned into a human by mistake? Even though it's temperary?"
Piccolo groaned. "Well since you put it that way . . . "
Pan sat back with a smug look on her face. Bulma sat down plates full of eggs, bacon, pancakes, waffles, biscuts, sausages, friut and grilled ham. It was more than enough for an army, but would serve for a light breakfast for demi-sayjins and two humans.
"I think Pan is right Piccolo." Bulma said. "You have a new body now. Why not try out some new experiences? You know, things you couldn't do because of the green skin and antenas."
"Like what?" he asked.
"Like go see a movie." Bulma said. "Go to a club or danceing."
"Or try to get your drivers license again." Goten chuckled. Piccolo shuddered at the memory.
"How about I just do light training like I planned." Piccolo said. He forked up some eggs off of his plate and sniffed it. "What is this?"
"Eggs. From a chicken." Bulma said.
He dropped his fork and pushed the plate away. "I can't eat this."
"Sure you can." Bra said. "You nearly cleared out all of the ice box yesterday."
"I can't eat something that once had a mother." he said. Pan was lifting a forkful of eggs to her mouth at the time stopped half-way up. She lowered her fork.
"I'll stick to waffles." she said.
Later on, when all of the food was gone, Bulma cleared the table and started chattering to Trunks about the next big meeting at Capsule Corp. Bra excused herself for her to go get ready for a shop-a-thon with Marron.
"We plan on hitting all malls in a seventy mile radius for a new prom dress. Want to come Pan?" Bra asked picking up her purse.
"Well . . . . " Pan looked at Piccolo.
He sighed giving up. "Alright. You can come train with me. But that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you!" he added quickly.
"Yippeee!!!" Pan shouted. She clapped her hands together. "Thank you!"
This I will regret, Piccolo thought.
The next hour was the worst in Piccolos life. Pan kept asking a million questions about namiks and what it was like to be kami. He found it easier to train if he just ignored her. He streached out in his purple training outfit and began powering up.
"You are powering up already?" Pan asked.
"Yes." he answered. "Morning is the best time to train." He felt the surge of power race through him as the earth shook. Pan flew out of the way as a crater formed beneath him. Chunks of rock flew around him then landed. He reached his arm out and race towards a cliff. He punched it and back kicked the next one. As they former mountains shattered he moved n to the next and formed yellow ki blasts and blew it to dust.
Then he saw Pan sitting on a small rock and he threw one at her. She screamed and jumped out of the way.
"What was that for!?" she demanded.
He floated to the ground and scowled at her. "You came out here to train, not sit around."
"I was just waiting for you to power up." she said. She stood up and took a fighting stance. "If you are ready come on." She beconed him with her hand.
He crossed his arms in front of his broad cheast. She rushed forward and he moved out of the way and kneed her in the back as she passed. She hit the dirt and gawked at him. He rose his hand and waved for her to come. She let out a shout of anger and rushed again, this time in a jump kick. He ducked it and punched her in the center of her back as she flew over head.
The rest of the day continued like this. Pan attacking and Piccolo using and pointing out her weaknesses. An hour before sunset she collapsed.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "we still have a good hour of sunlight left."
"ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME!!" she shouted. "I'm bleeding, my body aches and I am exhausted. Can't we call it a day?"
Piccolo smiled at her. "You know your dad used to say the same thing." She smiled up st him and he frowned. "But he was four and you are sixteen!" He ran up and upper cut her.
She hit the ground and moaned.
He picked her up and dusted her off. "It is late. go home and I will see you in the morning."
"The morning!" she said. "But we went all day." She sighed. "Maybe this fighting thing isn't really for me."
"Maybe." Piccolo said.
"Can you at least come to my house and tell my dad why I have been gone all day?" she asked.
"Fine." he mummbled.
The pair flew to Videl and Gohans house in Satan City. They landed and Pan reached for the door knob, only for it to be opened by a very angery Gohan.
"Where have you been? Curfew is at six o'clock no excuses." he said sternly.
"But dad," she said pointing to Piccolo. "I was out with-"
"I don't want to hear it." he said. "Go up to your room. NOW!"
Pan sighed in defeat and walked inside. Gohan turned his angery eyes on Piccolo. "And you-"
"Aw, shut up Gohan." Piccolo said. "We were offf training all day."
Gohan froze and stared at the man in his doorway. Did he just hear Piccolos voice come out of him?
Piccolo sighed and looked up at the sky. "I'm gonna kill Dende." He quickly explained things to Gohan leaving out that Bra tried to seduce him and that Baba had turned him into a rabbit.
Gohan blinked. Then called up to Pan keeping his eyes on Piccolo. "Panny?"
Pan hopped down the stairs. "What is it dad? Piccolo explain things?"
"So it's true!" Gohan said in shock. "B-b-but-"
Piccolo groaned and explained it one more time slower. "Now if you excuse me I have to go. I will be back at five to get Pan for training."
"Okey, um, Piccolo." Gohan said.
"You do mean five in the afternoon, right?" Pan called at after him. "Right?"
More soon! Review please!
