Disclaimer: I only own Elayia and Raykon.
Author's note: Even more cuteness in the beginning of this one.
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The next morning, the sun shone brightly down onto a small river. The river was deep but the current wasn't very fast, so it was the perfect place to go for a swim.
Close to the edge of the river, a Namek stood waist deep in the clear water. He had no shirt, but was wearing a dark blue pair of pants with a blue belt. Beside him a smaller Namek skimmed the water, wearing a similar outfit. He looked up at his father, waiting for his word. Piccolo looked down at Raykon, then said, "Don't wander off too far. Stay where I can see you. I'll be keeping an eye on you."
With a happy smile, the little Namek dove off under the surface; in search of unusual shaped rocks that might have collected at the bottom.
Piccolo smiled as he felt his chest swell with pride. He himself had taught Raykon how to swim, fly, and everything else he knows. Lately Piccolo's life has been based around Raykon. Piccolo would admit, at first he wasn't sure about being a father. But then, one night changed it all.
Piccolo sat cross-legged, hovering just a few inches above the floor of Kami's Lookout. His eyes were closed, as they usually were when he meditated.
His naturally sensitive ears picked up the sound of little shuffling feet. He opened his eyes and turned his head to see a young Raykon shuffling up to him. Raykon looked at him with the big-eyed little kid look.
'Daddy?'
Piccolo blinked, as if to say 'I'm listening.'
'I had a nightmare.'
Piccolo still stayed silent. 'And just what am I supposed to do about that?' he thought to himself.
'I was blowing up buildings and hurting people. Then a little human boy with spiky black hair went through me.'
This surprised Piccolo quite a bit. He thought for a moment, then reached out with one arm towards the little Namek.
'Come here, kid.'
Raykon slowly shuffled towards his father. Once he got close, Piccolo gently picked him up and put him in his lap. He kept one arm around Raykon's shoulders as he rested his head on Piccolo's shirt.
'Dreams can't hurt you. You don't have to be afraid of them. They're just pictures your mind makes up.'
'But it was really scary! I don't want to hurt people!'
A small, reassuring smile overtook Piccolo's features. 'If it scares you that much, you can sleep with me tonight.'
Raykon looked up at his father then nestled his head deeper into the soft cloth of his father's shirt. Piccolo took off his cape and used it to cover up the little Namek that was soon sleeping peacefully in his lap.
While Raykon slept, Piccolo thought to himself. 'How did he get my father's memories? I didn't purposefully give them to him; I didn't have time. It was just all of a sudden, there he was. If he got that memory, what other memories will he get?' A stab of panic ran through Piccolo. 'How many of my memories will he get?'
Piccolo's mind returned to the present as Raykon's head appeared above the water's surface. He put a stone in a bag, then continued his search.
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Raykon dove back under the surface and continued his search. He looked along the bottom though the clear water. He reached down and picked one up. It was odd shaped, but not strange enough for him. He put it back down and continued his search.
He looked up towards the surface to see he was behind a tree that had fallen over. The leaves were blocking his view so he couldn't see his father. 'I'd better head back, daddy said I should stay were he can see me,' he thought to himself. He started to swim back, then felt something grab onto his ankle. He turned around to see a white hand holding on to his ankle. He also saw a pair of orange eyes on a light blue face, an evil smirk, and long blonde hair.
Raykon screamed in surprise and fear. Air bubbles escaping from his mouth was the only result. Now that he used up all his air, he began to kick furiously for the surface. But the hand remained on his ankle. Desperate to escape, he twisted and squirmed until he was free.
Once his head broke free from the surface, he gasped for air. "DADD-"
His cry for his father was cut short as he was forcefully yanked back under the surface.
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Piccolo flew over the water the second he heard Raykon's terrified shout. He scanned the rocks below the surface, looking for any sign of his son. Panic quickly settled in when he found no results. He dove under water and looked in every underwater cave, between every rock, and every dark, shady crevice he could find within the area in the river. His heart was going a mile a minute as he searched on land. He checked every tree, hole, and rock in the area, calling out his name the entire time.
Finally, after nearly an hour, Piccolo stopped. His chest was heaving for breath and his throat was getting sore from calling out Raykon's name. For the first time, Piccolo felt defeated. He clenched his teeth as he held back the tears that threatened for the first time. He felt scared, terrified, that he couldn't find his son.
'No. Get a hold of yourself, Piccolo. You will find your son. You just need some help.'
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Piccolo almost pounded on the door. When he didn't get a response almost thirty seconds later, he was about to pound again, but Gohan opened the door before he had the chance.
A brief smile appeared on Gohan's face. "Piccolo!"
He didn't return the smile. "I need to talk to Goku."
Gohan's smile faded. "Dad's-" He was interrupted by the sound of loud hacking from the living room. He visibly flinched. Piccolo looked towards the living room. "He's sick," Gohan finished.
Gohan let Piccolo in and they approached Goku, who was lying on the couch. A heavy blanket was on him, and sweat beaded his forehead.
"Oh, hey Piccolo," said Goku weakly, offering a smile.
"It started this morning," Gohan said.
"It's just a little fever. I'll be over it soon enough," said Goku before he started another coughing fit.
Piccolo nodded in understanding then turned to Gohan. "Gohan, I need your help."
Gohan looked up at him with questioning eyes.
Piccolo prepared himself with a deep breath. Admitting it happened was the hardest part. "I think Raykon's been kidnapped."
"What? By who!?" Gohan asked, shocked.
"I don't know. I took him swimming in the river not too far away. He yelled for help and he was gone. I searched everywhere in the area, but I couldn't find him."
Gohan's eyebrows knitted together. "Alright. I'll go change so we can leave right away." He turned to head up to his room.
"Gohan, you haven't finished your homework yet," Chichi reminded sternly.
Gohan turned to face his mother, the expression on his face unchanged. "If I had gone missing, wouldn't you want Piccolo to go look for me?"
Chichi's expression softened and she kept silent as Gohan continued up to his room.
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Author's note: Wow, something exciting happened! About time, I know. Well, let me know what you think!
Author's note: Even more cuteness in the beginning of this one.
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The next morning, the sun shone brightly down onto a small river. The river was deep but the current wasn't very fast, so it was the perfect place to go for a swim.
Close to the edge of the river, a Namek stood waist deep in the clear water. He had no shirt, but was wearing a dark blue pair of pants with a blue belt. Beside him a smaller Namek skimmed the water, wearing a similar outfit. He looked up at his father, waiting for his word. Piccolo looked down at Raykon, then said, "Don't wander off too far. Stay where I can see you. I'll be keeping an eye on you."
With a happy smile, the little Namek dove off under the surface; in search of unusual shaped rocks that might have collected at the bottom.
Piccolo smiled as he felt his chest swell with pride. He himself had taught Raykon how to swim, fly, and everything else he knows. Lately Piccolo's life has been based around Raykon. Piccolo would admit, at first he wasn't sure about being a father. But then, one night changed it all.
Piccolo sat cross-legged, hovering just a few inches above the floor of Kami's Lookout. His eyes were closed, as they usually were when he meditated.
His naturally sensitive ears picked up the sound of little shuffling feet. He opened his eyes and turned his head to see a young Raykon shuffling up to him. Raykon looked at him with the big-eyed little kid look.
'Daddy?'
Piccolo blinked, as if to say 'I'm listening.'
'I had a nightmare.'
Piccolo still stayed silent. 'And just what am I supposed to do about that?' he thought to himself.
'I was blowing up buildings and hurting people. Then a little human boy with spiky black hair went through me.'
This surprised Piccolo quite a bit. He thought for a moment, then reached out with one arm towards the little Namek.
'Come here, kid.'
Raykon slowly shuffled towards his father. Once he got close, Piccolo gently picked him up and put him in his lap. He kept one arm around Raykon's shoulders as he rested his head on Piccolo's shirt.
'Dreams can't hurt you. You don't have to be afraid of them. They're just pictures your mind makes up.'
'But it was really scary! I don't want to hurt people!'
A small, reassuring smile overtook Piccolo's features. 'If it scares you that much, you can sleep with me tonight.'
Raykon looked up at his father then nestled his head deeper into the soft cloth of his father's shirt. Piccolo took off his cape and used it to cover up the little Namek that was soon sleeping peacefully in his lap.
While Raykon slept, Piccolo thought to himself. 'How did he get my father's memories? I didn't purposefully give them to him; I didn't have time. It was just all of a sudden, there he was. If he got that memory, what other memories will he get?' A stab of panic ran through Piccolo. 'How many of my memories will he get?'
Piccolo's mind returned to the present as Raykon's head appeared above the water's surface. He put a stone in a bag, then continued his search.
~
Raykon dove back under the surface and continued his search. He looked along the bottom though the clear water. He reached down and picked one up. It was odd shaped, but not strange enough for him. He put it back down and continued his search.
He looked up towards the surface to see he was behind a tree that had fallen over. The leaves were blocking his view so he couldn't see his father. 'I'd better head back, daddy said I should stay were he can see me,' he thought to himself. He started to swim back, then felt something grab onto his ankle. He turned around to see a white hand holding on to his ankle. He also saw a pair of orange eyes on a light blue face, an evil smirk, and long blonde hair.
Raykon screamed in surprise and fear. Air bubbles escaping from his mouth was the only result. Now that he used up all his air, he began to kick furiously for the surface. But the hand remained on his ankle. Desperate to escape, he twisted and squirmed until he was free.
Once his head broke free from the surface, he gasped for air. "DADD-"
His cry for his father was cut short as he was forcefully yanked back under the surface.
~
Piccolo flew over the water the second he heard Raykon's terrified shout. He scanned the rocks below the surface, looking for any sign of his son. Panic quickly settled in when he found no results. He dove under water and looked in every underwater cave, between every rock, and every dark, shady crevice he could find within the area in the river. His heart was going a mile a minute as he searched on land. He checked every tree, hole, and rock in the area, calling out his name the entire time.
Finally, after nearly an hour, Piccolo stopped. His chest was heaving for breath and his throat was getting sore from calling out Raykon's name. For the first time, Piccolo felt defeated. He clenched his teeth as he held back the tears that threatened for the first time. He felt scared, terrified, that he couldn't find his son.
'No. Get a hold of yourself, Piccolo. You will find your son. You just need some help.'
~
Piccolo almost pounded on the door. When he didn't get a response almost thirty seconds later, he was about to pound again, but Gohan opened the door before he had the chance.
A brief smile appeared on Gohan's face. "Piccolo!"
He didn't return the smile. "I need to talk to Goku."
Gohan's smile faded. "Dad's-" He was interrupted by the sound of loud hacking from the living room. He visibly flinched. Piccolo looked towards the living room. "He's sick," Gohan finished.
Gohan let Piccolo in and they approached Goku, who was lying on the couch. A heavy blanket was on him, and sweat beaded his forehead.
"Oh, hey Piccolo," said Goku weakly, offering a smile.
"It started this morning," Gohan said.
"It's just a little fever. I'll be over it soon enough," said Goku before he started another coughing fit.
Piccolo nodded in understanding then turned to Gohan. "Gohan, I need your help."
Gohan looked up at him with questioning eyes.
Piccolo prepared himself with a deep breath. Admitting it happened was the hardest part. "I think Raykon's been kidnapped."
"What? By who!?" Gohan asked, shocked.
"I don't know. I took him swimming in the river not too far away. He yelled for help and he was gone. I searched everywhere in the area, but I couldn't find him."
Gohan's eyebrows knitted together. "Alright. I'll go change so we can leave right away." He turned to head up to his room.
"Gohan, you haven't finished your homework yet," Chichi reminded sternly.
Gohan turned to face his mother, the expression on his face unchanged. "If I had gone missing, wouldn't you want Piccolo to go look for me?"
Chichi's expression softened and she kept silent as Gohan continued up to his room.
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Author's note: Wow, something exciting happened! About time, I know. Well, let me know what you think!