Made on: Feb. 9th, 2002
(Piccolo)
Kumori was asleep, curled up by the small fire I'd created to keep him warm... it was funny, no matter how fed-up I got with him, no matter how frustrated I became, I couldn't raises a single finger to harm the boy. I found myself barely even able to think about a day without him, with all the double-checking I had to do each day, just to make sure he didn't get hurt...
... I guess I would probably now be considered a... parent.
A parent.
Oh, how I'd never even imagined it... I'd seen Chichi go through having Goten while he was a baby, and not once did I even imagine the thought that one day by some sick twisted joke of a thing called fate I'd have something like that to be responsible for.
But there he was... curled up on the ground, with his head resting on my leg like any normal pillow.
What was I to DO with him? To merely... RAISE him? No... that couldn't be it, could it?
When... when I trained Gohan in the wilderness, the only thing that I was there for was to make sure the kid didn't get killed, and that he grew stronger.
But Gohan was NOT my child. Despite the parental attitude I felt towards him.
THIS was my child.
And, obviously, I'd never HAD a child before. I found the entire princible of the thing... confusing. What was the point? I do understand why MY father had me... it was so I could carry out his sick plans for the earth, and, more specifically, destroy Goku.
But... I didn't seem to have a real reason to have formed Kumori in the first place. Not to mention that I had no idea what I was doing when it came to raising him. All I could really do was... give him water, keep him away from all the natural disasters, and try not to destroy him myself.
It was all a mystery... an on-going challenge, each and every day that he woke up. I like a challenge.
--- BUT THIS IS REDICULOUS.
This was not a training technic to make me stronger... this was not a mental challenge so much, either. I didn't know WHAT kind of a challenge it was... it was just... well, frankly, a challenge.
But then, training Gohan had been some-what of a challenge as well.
I looked down at Kumori as he shifted positions once again. He was asleep... but not soundly. It had now been officially three months since Kumori appeared in my world of things. He was still small... but definately growing. In fact, if a human were to guess his age, they'd probaly say about 1 1/2 to 2 years old... I suppose it only made sense though. I couldn't have survived on my own when I hatched if I didn't both learn and grow quickly. Then Dende... he never told me his exact age either, but I guessed it was the same for him. In all likeliness, it was just a Namek trade-mark, and nothing to really worry about.
You know... not that I was actually... "worried" or anything. Maybe just... conscerned. In the general sense.
Either way, it didn't matter... he would be fine, surely enough.
Gohan hadn't been back for a few days... this made me both relieved and disturbed. I didn't... ENJOY the thought that someone knew my position. That I was a so-called "parent"... but at the same time, whenever he did come, I could train while he looked after Kumori.
GREAT, now I had a baby-sitter, too. What was next? Monthly allowances?
I sighed, showing my anguish aloud to no particular person other than myself. It was still dark... but on the verge of dawn. I could almost sense it coming. Dawn was whenever Kumori got up... stretched and yawned... then got into some kind of trouble or another. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought that he'd had it all planned out.
Sun - Stretch - Yawn - Drink - Do who knows what - Nap - Do more of who knows what -Drink - Go back to sleep.
I sighed again and wrapped my cape around his small frame. If I wasn't careful, this boy and his annoyingly common reutine would start to grow on me...
After all, look and behold, it had happened once.
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Author's Notes: Yes... but another short chapter. I just kinna felt like writing something tonight. ^-^ I also realize that this particular chapter didn't have much in the way of things... going on... er... action... of.... any sort... ~Pause for un-needed effect~ I guess I just sorta wanted to show Piccolo's confusion as to what to do with his new-found son, heheh! Again, I'm sort of in the dark as to where this fic will go... perhaps I'll figure it out tonight, hmm? I doubt it though... however I'll think REAAALLY hard! I have a vauge... very... VERY... vauge and sketchy outline of how this thing is going to turn out. Anyway, thank you sooo much for reading (ESPECIALLY Jesscheaux.... ::: YOU ARE SO AWESOME!! :::) and I know, I know, I've said this a million times... but review? ~Looking unusually hopeful~ I haven't been in the best of moods lately... and unfortunately... it doesn't matter, I guess. ^-^** Anywho, any advice would be helpful... and again, thanks for reading, it means the world to me.
(Piccolo)
Kumori was asleep, curled up by the small fire I'd created to keep him warm... it was funny, no matter how fed-up I got with him, no matter how frustrated I became, I couldn't raises a single finger to harm the boy. I found myself barely even able to think about a day without him, with all the double-checking I had to do each day, just to make sure he didn't get hurt...
... I guess I would probably now be considered a... parent.
A parent.
Oh, how I'd never even imagined it... I'd seen Chichi go through having Goten while he was a baby, and not once did I even imagine the thought that one day by some sick twisted joke of a thing called fate I'd have something like that to be responsible for.
But there he was... curled up on the ground, with his head resting on my leg like any normal pillow.
What was I to DO with him? To merely... RAISE him? No... that couldn't be it, could it?
When... when I trained Gohan in the wilderness, the only thing that I was there for was to make sure the kid didn't get killed, and that he grew stronger.
But Gohan was NOT my child. Despite the parental attitude I felt towards him.
THIS was my child.
And, obviously, I'd never HAD a child before. I found the entire princible of the thing... confusing. What was the point? I do understand why MY father had me... it was so I could carry out his sick plans for the earth, and, more specifically, destroy Goku.
But... I didn't seem to have a real reason to have formed Kumori in the first place. Not to mention that I had no idea what I was doing when it came to raising him. All I could really do was... give him water, keep him away from all the natural disasters, and try not to destroy him myself.
It was all a mystery... an on-going challenge, each and every day that he woke up. I like a challenge.
--- BUT THIS IS REDICULOUS.
This was not a training technic to make me stronger... this was not a mental challenge so much, either. I didn't know WHAT kind of a challenge it was... it was just... well, frankly, a challenge.
But then, training Gohan had been some-what of a challenge as well.
I looked down at Kumori as he shifted positions once again. He was asleep... but not soundly. It had now been officially three months since Kumori appeared in my world of things. He was still small... but definately growing. In fact, if a human were to guess his age, they'd probaly say about 1 1/2 to 2 years old... I suppose it only made sense though. I couldn't have survived on my own when I hatched if I didn't both learn and grow quickly. Then Dende... he never told me his exact age either, but I guessed it was the same for him. In all likeliness, it was just a Namek trade-mark, and nothing to really worry about.
You know... not that I was actually... "worried" or anything. Maybe just... conscerned. In the general sense.
Either way, it didn't matter... he would be fine, surely enough.
Gohan hadn't been back for a few days... this made me both relieved and disturbed. I didn't... ENJOY the thought that someone knew my position. That I was a so-called "parent"... but at the same time, whenever he did come, I could train while he looked after Kumori.
GREAT, now I had a baby-sitter, too. What was next? Monthly allowances?
I sighed, showing my anguish aloud to no particular person other than myself. It was still dark... but on the verge of dawn. I could almost sense it coming. Dawn was whenever Kumori got up... stretched and yawned... then got into some kind of trouble or another. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought that he'd had it all planned out.
Sun - Stretch - Yawn - Drink - Do who knows what - Nap - Do more of who knows what -Drink - Go back to sleep.
I sighed again and wrapped my cape around his small frame. If I wasn't careful, this boy and his annoyingly common reutine would start to grow on me...
After all, look and behold, it had happened once.
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Author's Notes: Yes... but another short chapter. I just kinna felt like writing something tonight. ^-^ I also realize that this particular chapter didn't have much in the way of things... going on... er... action... of.... any sort... ~Pause for un-needed effect~ I guess I just sorta wanted to show Piccolo's confusion as to what to do with his new-found son, heheh! Again, I'm sort of in the dark as to where this fic will go... perhaps I'll figure it out tonight, hmm? I doubt it though... however I'll think REAAALLY hard! I have a vauge... very... VERY... vauge and sketchy outline of how this thing is going to turn out. Anyway, thank you sooo much for reading (ESPECIALLY Jesscheaux.... ::: YOU ARE SO AWESOME!! :::) and I know, I know, I've said this a million times... but review? ~Looking unusually hopeful~ I haven't been in the best of moods lately... and unfortunately... it doesn't matter, I guess. ^-^** Anywho, any advice would be helpful... and again, thanks for reading, it means the world to me.