Piccolo and Larania's REALLY freaky news
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama, not me, and I make no money from this at all. Larania DOES belong to me
Larania had not had a panic attack in years. Actually, it was more like a century.
However, that did not stop this one.
She had heard herself say the word 'clutch'- and suddenly the consequences of what happened seemed terrifyingly clear.
Her eyes had glazed over, and she'd felt the familiar shock make her hyperventilate. No, no, no. It was too much to handle. Her mind shut down.
Vaguely she was aware of being picked up, and carried away, with the word 'clutch' still echoing in her mind.
~*~*~*~*~
Piccolo carried the catatonic girl up to the Lookout, wondering why he cared at all.
He'd never met her before last night… she was only a female… who could be carrying his child- or children, as he shuddered, thinking of the word 'clutch'.
He did his best to ignore the secret pleasure he got out of having someone cuddled up to his chest. He'd forgotten how much he missed that… the last person to touch him without fear was Gohan. No one else would get that close willingly.
"Dende!" he boomed, and from the Palace rushed the tiny god, and his eyes were wide as he looked at the young woman Piccolo was holding.
"What's going on?" he asked, looking back and forth from the woman to the Namek.
"I'll tell you in a minute," Piccolo answered, suddenly embarrassed, looking down, a purple flush on his face. "I need you to look her over for injuries. She just sort of… blanked. She's been like this for a good twenty minutes. Also…" he mumbled a sentence out very quickly.
"What?" Dende blinked, confused.
"I SAID- Ineedyoutoseeifsheispregnant."
Dende just stood there, open mouthed, before a fly buzzed in and out.
"Um, okay," he replied, finally, and put a hand on the red haired girl in question.
"Other than being underfed for a while, she seems okay physically- only the remnants of old injuries, broken bones…" he made a humming noise. "Either she's very clumsy, or she's had a very rough time of it. Ah- you, er…" he trailed off, looking startled and confused.
"You're right, she's pregnant. It feels like more than one offspring, too. I can't tell much else yet. As for why she's like this… I think she's panicked."
"I can tell that," Piccolo said dryly, looking at the girl he was still holding. Her eyes were dilated with shock, shaking faintly, and her knees were bloody from where her nails had pierced her pants.
"Its not just the news. I get the feeling that her nerves have been worn thin for a while now."
Piccolo raised an eyebrow ridge at that.
They both turned to Larania as she drew a shuddering breath, and sense returned to her eyes.
~*~*~*~*~
The same phrase had been rattling around in the dragon-girl's head for a long time.
What was she going to do now?
Too much to handle, too much to fear, too many what if's.
Dammit. She could do this. So, she did her best to gather her gibbers and put them in a little box. She'd pay for that later, but it would last her until then.
"Tell me about yourself," she asked, getting down from- that green guy had been holding her?
"I need to know how long your gestation is, um, do you have live births or eggs? Where can I find a safe place to stay? Get work?"
She swallowed hard. Dammit- she'd be doing this alone…
"Usually eggs, and they hatch on contact with air. You can stay here," Dende offered immediately, not yet knowing about Piccolo being the father. "I mean, if you don't have anywhere else to go. I'm Kami-sama here. Part of Piccolo used to be Kami-sama. Are you here because of some kind of threat? I don't know what else would make him come here or not, especially with a human."
At this point, Larania looked over at the father of her child, or children, and saw that his face was bright purple. He motioned to the shorter being, and they walked off to a corner, where he said something in a short, hushed whisper.
The shorter person seemed to go pale as he heard what Piccolo said…
Then he shouted," She RAPED you?"
Larania's head shot up, and she winced at what he'd said. Stumbling over, she stood behind him and looked at the little green kid.
"It was hormones!" she yelled, hands on her hips. "Dangit, I never even met him before last night, and I don't remember anything that happened!"
Dende was still sputtering.
Piccolo was slowly changing completely to the color of his gi.
Larania moaned. "Just tell me where I can stay until I know what is going on, please?"
Dende took a moment to compose himself. Okay… maybe longer than a moment.
"Like I said, you can stay on the Lookout. Uh… You're really half dragon?"
Larania nodded in answer and frowned, and Piccolo abruptly realized the reason for the odd style of her clothes, as wings can out of hidden vents of her shirt, her skin broke out in scales, and the huge boots she was wearing rocked up, as her weight was shifted to the balls of her feet. A long, scaled, barbed tail emerged from the back of her slacks, whipping around in agitation.
He could see the shifts in her muscles and bones as her posture changed. A moment passed as they looked at her, and she looked back.
"So, um… I guess we need to do more talking, right?"
Dende nodded. "I'm Dende, by the way. I think we need to sit down."
Mr. Popo appeared like magic, carrying tea. Larania took a sniff- it was cinnamon.
"Hello, Miss, you want some tea?" he asked, and gestured towards a low table. Nodding, and grateful for the distraction, she walked over and knelt gracefully before it.
Piccolo and Dende joined her, and they started to discuss the arrangements that would be made.
~*~*~*~*~
A couple of days passed, and Piccolo went back up to the Lookout- he'd felt an odd change in Larania's ki.
There was a sudden movement of that ki, as it left, and started down towards the Earth, and he followed it.
"Why is she headed for… a beach?" he muttered, sensing her land.
When he arrived, he was surprised to see her digging and moving sand, in her dragon form, not paying any attention to him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, confused.
Larania didn't answer, just kept digging.
When she didn't answer, he got the sudden idea that she wasn't aware of him, or of anything else, for that matter. She was moving the same single-mindedness he remembered from a few days ago…
He couldn't control his blush.
Larania stopped, and seemed to be concentrating intensely on something. She squatted over the pit, and…
Piccolo paled when he saw the eggs start to drop. Two, three four… they just seemed to keep coming.
His eyes bulged.
Ten… twelve…
Fifteen eggs in all, and Larania was again burying them in the sand.
It was too much for him- Piccolo passed out.
To be continued!
