Mia sat, reading in a recliner. There was a strawberry-banana Sobe on
the end table and the TV was playing a new anime that was released. She
found herself enjoying this. She'd read during the commercials and when
they were over, she'd put her book down and saved it for the next. This
particular show was extremely interesting to her. Bounty hunters were
flying around in this ship with an off the wall redhead girl who she at
first thought was a boy, most likely because her name was Edward. There was
another on the ship who she found intruiging. His name was Jet. He was a
pilot and technician and kind of a cook, or at least that's what Mia
figured. Of course there was Spike and Faye, but she liked Ed the best! She
was a crazy little prodgy and she laughed out loud at some of her antics.
Mia put her book down as the show returned. It was past midnight (the choice spot for almost uncut anime on public TV) and of course, Ezekiel was put to bed, although he'd probably be on his way down in...3...2...1...
"Mommy....I can't sleep." Her little boy stood at the entrance of the living room, rubbing his sleepy eyes and holding his favorite stuffed toy, his plush Pikachu.
With a wistful smile, she opened her arms and in an instant, the little Namek Saiya-jin tot was on her lap.
"What's the matter? A bad dream?" He nodded his little head as he snuggled down into her.
"I dreamed'd Team Rocket came Fer' my Pika." He whispered.
"Is there something mommy can do?" Mia asked, her own curiousity of her sons world making her into more of child herself. "Can I chase Team Rocket away?"
Ezekiel looked up. "Could ya'?" He smiled ear to ear, his little fangs peeking over his bottom lip. He jumped up and screamed, "Yeah, come on Pika!" He ran upstairs to his bedroom door, Mia not far behind.
"Shhh...." He hushed. "Team Rocket is twicky...they'll jump ya!" He slowly opened his door and peeked in. After taking a glance in, he pointed to the door. "You first. Do you have a PokeMon to battle with Mommy?"
She chuckled. She had watched every movies and cartoons with him since he could say, 'pika pika' and he wanted to know if she had any PokeMon to battle with? Of course NOT! She would pretend though.
She winked with a thumbs-up. "You betcha!"
Bursting into the room she yelled, "I'm here to stop you team rocket, GO GOLDUCK!" She threw her arm back and 'threw' the PokeBall. Her son cheered and laughed. "Come out Team Rocket! WE know you're here!"
"YEAH! COME OUT!" Mia yelled. Then she gasped! "THERE THEY ARE!" She stiffened her face and got serious. "Stop tormenting my son or I'll make you sorry!"
Ezekiel screamed, "Mommy! They're attacking! ATACK ATTACK ATTACK!"
In haling deeply, she pointed her index finger out in front of her and commanded, "Golduck, ice beam attack!"
The imaginary Golduck performed a spectacular ice attack, freezing 'Team Rocket' still. "Hurry Ezekiel! Use Pikachu's thunder attack now that they're frozen!"
Ezekiel jumped forward and put his stuffed Pikachu on the floor, and grinning so his little pointy teeth were bore and threatening, "Pika, use your thunder attack!"
With one final front, the fight was over and Ezekiel and Mia looked up with hands on thier foreheads, as if looking into the distance. "Looks like team rockets blasting off again!" Mia smiled and outstretched her imaginary PokeBall. "Good work Golduck, come back for a nice rest!"
Her son picked up his Pikachu doll and yawned, the yellow of the stuffed PokeMon contrasting his bright green skin.
Mia sighed with a smile, picking up her son. "Even Pokemon masters need sleep, my little hero."
Ezekiel looked up at his mom. "But I wanna stay up and watch the TV with ya..." He stuck out his bottom lip in an adorable pout that Mia often found hard to resist, being somewhat of a kid herself. "Please...?"
"Mind your mother, son." Piccolo's deep voice said quietly. He leaned in the door way and watched calmly. "You've been up to long and I said you have to get to bed early if you want me to train you."
Ezekiel's eyes lit up. "Oh, right!" Mia pulled back the sheets of his bed and placed the little green namek-saiya-jin into the folds of blankets. He smiled brightly up at his mother. "G'night mommy."
Mia smiled softly at her tot. "Sweet dreams baby." She kissed his forehead and stood up, flicking on his squirtle night light.
She slowly walked from the room and Piccolo waited a moment before following. Ezekiel eyed his father, then closed his wide wonder filled eyes.
"Goodnight son..." He whispered.
He still couldn't believe he had a child, and many times found it hard to believe that Mia was really back, yet, she had been back with him for six months now. He wasn't used to being a father, and knew little about such things.
"You shouldn't worry about it. You're being a great father."
He looked at Mia who was a few paces in front f him. He breathed deeply and walked up to her. "Perhaps, but our son is young, and impressions we make on him now will result in what he grows up to be." His dark blackened eyes looked down at his rather young mate. "You are very natural at this, but I don't know the first thing about what to do with a child."
Mia smiled widely and innocently. "Treat him just like Gohan when he was that age." She hugged the giant Namek and continued. "There's no guide on how to be a parent, but we'll learn as we go along just like he is, and we'll do fine. Just have faith."
He let his arms wrap around her and thought a moment. "I hope he's not like me Mia. He may be Namek, but he has my blood. The blood of Daimoh."
Alrighty! A new story! And this one is in the hands of the fans, and me of course, but I'm sure you'll love following Mia and Piccolo's struggles together! So, read review, email, and give me suggestions! Thank you all! You're the best!
Mia put her book down as the show returned. It was past midnight (the choice spot for almost uncut anime on public TV) and of course, Ezekiel was put to bed, although he'd probably be on his way down in...3...2...1...
"Mommy....I can't sleep." Her little boy stood at the entrance of the living room, rubbing his sleepy eyes and holding his favorite stuffed toy, his plush Pikachu.
With a wistful smile, she opened her arms and in an instant, the little Namek Saiya-jin tot was on her lap.
"What's the matter? A bad dream?" He nodded his little head as he snuggled down into her.
"I dreamed'd Team Rocket came Fer' my Pika." He whispered.
"Is there something mommy can do?" Mia asked, her own curiousity of her sons world making her into more of child herself. "Can I chase Team Rocket away?"
Ezekiel looked up. "Could ya'?" He smiled ear to ear, his little fangs peeking over his bottom lip. He jumped up and screamed, "Yeah, come on Pika!" He ran upstairs to his bedroom door, Mia not far behind.
"Shhh...." He hushed. "Team Rocket is twicky...they'll jump ya!" He slowly opened his door and peeked in. After taking a glance in, he pointed to the door. "You first. Do you have a PokeMon to battle with Mommy?"
She chuckled. She had watched every movies and cartoons with him since he could say, 'pika pika' and he wanted to know if she had any PokeMon to battle with? Of course NOT! She would pretend though.
She winked with a thumbs-up. "You betcha!"
Bursting into the room she yelled, "I'm here to stop you team rocket, GO GOLDUCK!" She threw her arm back and 'threw' the PokeBall. Her son cheered and laughed. "Come out Team Rocket! WE know you're here!"
"YEAH! COME OUT!" Mia yelled. Then she gasped! "THERE THEY ARE!" She stiffened her face and got serious. "Stop tormenting my son or I'll make you sorry!"
Ezekiel screamed, "Mommy! They're attacking! ATACK ATTACK ATTACK!"
In haling deeply, she pointed her index finger out in front of her and commanded, "Golduck, ice beam attack!"
The imaginary Golduck performed a spectacular ice attack, freezing 'Team Rocket' still. "Hurry Ezekiel! Use Pikachu's thunder attack now that they're frozen!"
Ezekiel jumped forward and put his stuffed Pikachu on the floor, and grinning so his little pointy teeth were bore and threatening, "Pika, use your thunder attack!"
With one final front, the fight was over and Ezekiel and Mia looked up with hands on thier foreheads, as if looking into the distance. "Looks like team rockets blasting off again!" Mia smiled and outstretched her imaginary PokeBall. "Good work Golduck, come back for a nice rest!"
Her son picked up his Pikachu doll and yawned, the yellow of the stuffed PokeMon contrasting his bright green skin.
Mia sighed with a smile, picking up her son. "Even Pokemon masters need sleep, my little hero."
Ezekiel looked up at his mom. "But I wanna stay up and watch the TV with ya..." He stuck out his bottom lip in an adorable pout that Mia often found hard to resist, being somewhat of a kid herself. "Please...?"
"Mind your mother, son." Piccolo's deep voice said quietly. He leaned in the door way and watched calmly. "You've been up to long and I said you have to get to bed early if you want me to train you."
Ezekiel's eyes lit up. "Oh, right!" Mia pulled back the sheets of his bed and placed the little green namek-saiya-jin into the folds of blankets. He smiled brightly up at his mother. "G'night mommy."
Mia smiled softly at her tot. "Sweet dreams baby." She kissed his forehead and stood up, flicking on his squirtle night light.
She slowly walked from the room and Piccolo waited a moment before following. Ezekiel eyed his father, then closed his wide wonder filled eyes.
"Goodnight son..." He whispered.
He still couldn't believe he had a child, and many times found it hard to believe that Mia was really back, yet, she had been back with him for six months now. He wasn't used to being a father, and knew little about such things.
"You shouldn't worry about it. You're being a great father."
He looked at Mia who was a few paces in front f him. He breathed deeply and walked up to her. "Perhaps, but our son is young, and impressions we make on him now will result in what he grows up to be." His dark blackened eyes looked down at his rather young mate. "You are very natural at this, but I don't know the first thing about what to do with a child."
Mia smiled widely and innocently. "Treat him just like Gohan when he was that age." She hugged the giant Namek and continued. "There's no guide on how to be a parent, but we'll learn as we go along just like he is, and we'll do fine. Just have faith."
He let his arms wrap around her and thought a moment. "I hope he's not like me Mia. He may be Namek, but he has my blood. The blood of Daimoh."
Alrighty! A new story! And this one is in the hands of the fans, and me of course, but I'm sure you'll love following Mia and Piccolo's struggles together! So, read review, email, and give me suggestions! Thank you all! You're the best!