I know, it's been awhile, but I got caught up in summer and another story of mine. Chapter 5 up, enjoy... Review...
December...
December strolled around and Tiffany still hadn't given birth to her baby. Her doctor told her in some cases, the baby takes longer than usual to develop, therefore taking longer for it to be born. She had to eventually take a leave from work and entrusted Sherri to all the boss type jobs, and allowed the girls to run the tables and register. Tiffany had told Piccolo sometime in early November that he would have to stay around a lot more to help her out. He didn't like the idea, but sometimes when he would throw a fit, she would simply say, this is your baby too, if you would like to not have it, I'll be more than happy to jump off this roof. In reality, she never would, but that was her only way to get Piccolo to listen sometimes.
With the constant surveillance over Tiffany, the time came when she started having contractions closer and closer to each other, and she had to go to the hospital. After Piccolo flew her to the hospital, the nurses put Tiffany in a room since the contractions had stopped, but the signs pointed to it being very soon. Tiffany and Piccolo stayed in the same room for two days before they started up again and she had to be rushed to delivery at about 11:00 P.M. on the 10th. She finally gave birth at 11:39 P.M. and it was a boy. He looked just like Piccolo, he had apparently no features that resembled Tiffany, he was like a exact clone of Piccolo. she couldn't care less since he was perfectly healthy and just as gorgeous as his father, or so she said.
When he was born, he didn't cry like normal babies did, he just stared around the room and stopped on his mother, until the nurses took him away to be fully tested and cleaned. As Tiffany was taken away to have the same things done to her as her baby, Piccolo was escorted back into their room to wait for her. She came in awhile later and was placed into her bed to stay with Piccolo as they waited for the baby.
"Piccolo, what should we name him?"
"I don't know."
"I want you to name him, he is a mini you anyway."
"....... I just can't decide. You should do it, he needs something from you since not one thing on his body looks like you."
"I've always been fond of, Leonel."
"Sure, why not."
"Leonel it is."
When the baby was brought in and placed in his mothers arms, the nurse asked if they had a name yet. "Leonel", Tiffany said, the nurse complemented them on the name and their success on having the baby. Tiffany touched his face and then placed her finger on his lips. "Just like yours as well, Piccolo" , Tiffany said as she handed him to Piccolo. He held him the same way, and couldn't get over how much he liked to stare at everyone. "Hey, kid", Piccolo muttered as he touched his capped head. "He is one of the healthiest babies I've ever seen, he can go home very soon", the nurse said as she took Leonel from Piccolo's arms and left to take him to wherever babies go after the parents get to hold them for the first time. "Those pointy ears, that's what poked so much", Tiffany said as Piccolo looked at her. She opened her arms for him to come over and hug her. She cried over his shoulder with so much joy that she made Piccolo want to join her, but of corse he didn't. As she pulled away and kissed Piccolo, she said "he's so beautiful, but no more". Piccolo chuckled as she laid down and fell asleep. Piccolo sat in his chair and decided to meditate to pass some time.
"What, another one", Tiffany tried to shout out as she was engulfed in fire. It didn't burn her, she seemed to be able to walk through it without even breaking a sweat. As she made her way throughout the flames, she tried to find what was to be shown to her this time. As she walked, she heard glass break from under her foot. When she looked down, she saw a crushed picture of her horse. She knelt down and picked the tattered memento and held it in her arms. When she looked forward, a walkway was made inside of the fiery mesh. She walked down it still holding her picture. At the end of the tunnel, she saw a childlike form of Piccolo. "Leonel", she screamed, this time making sound. As he turned around, all she could see were his eyes glowing, while the rest of him was silhouetted out by the light of the fire. As he made his way over to her, she began to smell charred flesh. Before she could look for the source, Leonel charged her and she dropped her picture. As the photo crashed onto the floor, fully demolishing it, the dream ended.
"..... Why again? And why do I still smell that terrible odor?"
"Tiffany. What's wrong?"
"I don't know any more, Piccolo. I keep having these dreams, bad dreams. Lately they've just been getting ridiculous. They probably mean nothing, but I wish they would just stop."
"Maybe the stress from the baby is causing it."
"That's what I've been thinking. Hopefully it will stop."
"I'm sure it will, just give it time."
For the rest of their time at the hospital, everything went smoothly. Piccolo never left Tiffany's side, and when they were allowed to leave, the baby went with them, in reality, it took Tiffany longer to recover than for the baby to reach full health. For the next few months, Tiffany still had to stay home, but got money to live off of from the government. Sherri had moved to full time boss until Tiffany could come back and everything was perfect. Tiffany hadn't had anymore dreams since the one in the hospital, and Leonel was growing up fast and healthy. When it came time for Tiffany to return to work, she left Piccolo in charge of looking over their son. He would normally take the baby to the desert for the whole day, with all of his supplies that is. Everyday he prayed that no one would catch him with a baby namek, and after keeping it a secret for several years, until a babysitter could be hired. Even though Piccolo pretended that he couldn't wait to get the nuisance off his shoulders, he loved rasing him. Leonel had some strength in his early years, it seemed that Tiffany did give something to him other than a name, he grew at the rate of a human. His power grew the fastest out of anything else. Piccolo had mentioned to Tiffany that he could start to train at somewhere around eight, since he was already around four. The years just escaped them without so much as a whisper.
Piccolo still saw Goku every now and then, but kept the news about Tiffany and Leonel a secret, he couldn't be thought of as weak by loving someone. Piccolo had admired how much Gohan had grow since the last time they had seen each other. As Gohan looked up at his mentor's face, he could tell something had changed. Piccolo's face seemed to be lifted of some of its past coldness. As he noticed this, he felt that he could hug on Piccolo's arm without being struck on the head, so he did. Piccolo instantly stopped talking to Goku and looked down at Gohan. He rubbed his head and showed Gohan his true, soft side. He allowed Gohan to hold onto his arm as he continued to talk to Goku once again.
When the day ended, and Piccolo's little meeting drew to a close, he bid his friends goodbye. When he flew home, he wished that Leonel would turn out somewhat like Gohan, of corse he wanted him to be a bit more of a fighter than Gohan tended not to be. As he reached the stairs leading to Tiffany's room, he heard her scream. As he rushed to the door to see what was happening, he could only think of the worst. He practically busted down the door in order to get to her as soon as possible. When he found her, she was just holding Leonel close to her.
"What happened?"
"Well, not only can he walk now, but I caught him levitating when I came back from the other room."
"That's not unusual, I was flying well before his age."
"Soon, he'll be able to fly me around."
As Tiffany put Leonel down, he quietly spoke, "Hi, daddy." Piccolo covered the top of Leonel's green head with his massive palm as he answered back, "Hey, Leon." After Leonel mastered flying, he would casually be sent to do tiny jobs for his mother when she was busy. He seemed to be the perfect angel, and at the same time, a great promise to the future of the Earth. He was learning to use blasts as Piccolo guided him down the path of a warrior. Piccolo's time with the child as Tiffany was working was spent tuning Leonel's powers. Piccolo noticed a change in the attitude of Leonel as he began to learn more and more about the things he could do. His face lost its happy appearance and was replaced with the look of sternness and a cold glare in his eyes. This only made Piccolo prouder, seeing that his son would grow up to be well disciplined and unafraid to do anything. One time when they were sparring, Leonel would tend to get several hits in, before Piccolo became harder on him, turning the tables around.
When they would get home, however his face would fill back up with joy. Since Piccolo began training Leonel before he was eight, naturally when he reached eight, he was already stronger than the normal children and gave Gohan a run for his money. Leonel had to be home schooled for fear of anything going wrong at public school. He'd study all day, and train afterwards. He was even putting Gohan to shame in the category of school smarts.
Even though he seemed to be the perfect son for both Tiffany and Piccolo, some things he did could be questioned. He would have dark moments every now and then. Being unpredictable and rash, they never knew what caused them or when they would happen again. After every tantrum, he would try and be super nice to make up for the way he acted. Even with this flaw, he was perfect to them.
In fact, the closer to each birthday, the more violent he would get, but right after, he'd be normal. On his ninth birthday, after everyone from the diner, and a couple of Tiffany's close friends left, he threw the biggest episode yet, crashing and destroying whatever got in his way. Piccolo could sense a powerful force from inside the boy, but instead of trying to figure it out, he would just let it pass, and try to us the boy's powers in his training. As his tenth birthday drew near, Tiffany wondered if he would pull anything, and decided not to invite anyone to his party, leaving it to just her and Piccolo to have to entertain him. Every night she would have a dream like she had all those years ago, only now, like her last one, they were all very horrific, causing her to seemingly die like she had in the one about her apartment being in flames. The closer to his birthday, the more real they became.
When she told Piccolo about them before they went to bed, he thought about it deeply, and decided to meditate through the night, and watched Tiffany at the same time. As she slipped into sleep, she dreamt about Leonel's birthday that was to happen on the next day. It was completely joyful and had no signs of anything going wrong in it.
As Tiffany walked from the window after admiring a lovely view of the perfect setting for a birthday. She didn't see Piccolo anywhere, but instead, saw Leonel in front of his birthday cake, which was the one that she had made the day before. As he tasted the cake's sweet, red and green frosting, he put a smile on his face which in return put one on his mother's face as well. As she moved over to his side and silently sung his birthday song to him, he could only grin. When the song ended, he blew out the candles and showed his fangs in a heartfelt laugh, the only thing that could be heard through out the whole dream. As she hugged him, they happy dream ended.
As Tiffany woke up at about 10:00 A.M. in the morning, she looked around for Piccolo but could not seem to find him. She was about to give up and set up for the party until she found his note on the door. "Be back later," was all that it said, but she didn't question to where he might have been, just sighed at the fact that he was gone. As she got everything ready for Leonel's party, he woke up and ran up to his mother, hugging her.
"Leon, its your birthday!"
"Yeah, what all did I get?"
"You'll just have to wait and see."
"Where's daddy?"
"He'll be back, but I have a feeling that he went to go get you something special."
"I can't wait."
With that, Leonel sat in front of the television and watched morning cartoons, anticipating his party. When all was finished for the party, Tiffany sat next to Leonel and waited for Piccolo to get back.
After hours of waiting, she decided to just throw it herself and allow Piccolo to make it up to her after Leonel went back to bed, if he wanted to or not. When it finished up and Leonel looked at all of his gifts from everyone that couldn't be there and his mother, he couldn't decide which one he wanted to play with first. Before he picked up the one that he decided to play with, Piccolo came in and gave his son a bag with something in it. As Leonel pulled the tissue out, he stopped when he reached the bottom. He looked at it for a second and then pulled out a small uniform that he would use to train in. It was like an opposite of his father's. The pants and shirt were deep blue, while the belt was purple. It even had little shoes like his father had on.
Leonel ran up to Piccolo and hugged him as hard as he could, then ran to his room to put them on. As the door closed to his room, Tiffany looked up at Piccolo and wrapped one of her arms around his back.
"You didn't help me set up."
"Sorry, I couldn't think of what to get him."
"Its okay, because when he's in bed, you will repay me, and for as long as I say."
She reached down and grabbed Piccolo's butt. "Got it," she said as Piccolo blushed. After she had fully felt Piccolo up, Leonel ran out of his room with the suit on. He jumped into his mother's arms and she felt how soft the material was. "Where did you get this, Piccolo," she said as she looked over to Piccolo, still holding Leonel on her hip. "My own sources," Piccolo remarked as he rubbed Leonel's head, making him laugh.
Leonel spent the rest of the day playing with his gifts and never took off his uniform, he even slept in it. When he went to bed at about 9:30 P.M., Tiffany and Piccolo cleaned up the apartment, as Tiffany rushed to get it done in order to be able to fondle Piccolo in bed. As she glided around the room, Piccolo just rolled his eyes at her, knowing why she was so happy. When everything was finished, Piccolo sat on the couch and tried to get out of having sex, even though he really wanted to himself. When she sat down next to him, she just hugged onto him and listened to him breathe.
"Ready?"
"Now?"
"You bet, you are going to pay me back, and I plan to get every last bit of energy out of you tonight."
Tiffany rubbed Piccolo's hard stomach as she tried to get him off the couch and into the bed. Piccolo was reluctant until Tiffany's hand made it's way to a place that will not be mentioned. This sudden action to Piccolo's sensitive area made him ready for all she had to offer. He picked her up as he locked lips with her and took her to their room. He laid her on the bed as he rested on top of her, still kissing and touching. Before too long, Tiffany grew tired of the kisses and wanted something more, and she told Piccolo this by reaching for something in-between his legs and working it to it's maximum state, which always impressed her to no end. As Piccolo granted her wishes, she could only hold onto him with all her might, hoping to keep it going as long as she held him.
After a couple of hours of being Tiffany's slave, Piccolo went to the bathroom to wash up, completely drenched in sweat. "She wouldn't stop! But God, that was great. Can't tell her that though, she might get ideas," Piccolo said inside himself as he panted for breath. With a now sleeping Tiffany in the bed, Piccolo could finally rest, but he decided to leave for awhile incase she were to wake up again.
No sooner than leaving the apartment to go elsewhere, Leonel woke up and got out of bed. He walked out of his room as if he were wide awake and hadn't even woken up, like he was waiting. Beep, beep, beep was heard as Tiffany jumped out of bed. She did digest what the sound was until she smelt smoke coming from under her door. She tapped the doorknob and once she felt that it wasn't hot, opened the door to face the burning apartment.
"LEONEL!!! LEONEL!!!" Tiffany ran to his room, but when she didn't find him, worried that he started the fire that was destroying her home. She took the blanket from his bed and went to the bathroom directly next to his room, and soaked it, giving her some shield from the rampaging flames. Fire trucks could be heard from the street below, but she didn't care, she had to find Leonel. She trudged through her fiery livingroom and searched for her son. Crunch Tiffany looked down and saw the picture of her horse under her foot. She picked up the broken frame protecting the picture that rested inside of it. she held it close to her and continued looking for Leonel. She rounded the couch that was set ablaze and saw her son, standing in-between a set of flames.
"Leonel, please come here."
"You are a fool. I should never have been born from a human."
"Leonel, you're scaring me, please come on."
"You die here woman, and then it's Piccolo."
"What!?! Wait, wasn't this in my dream awhile back? If so, then that means..."
Tiffany didn't get to finish her thoughts. She was struck down by Leonel as he rushed her, and stuck his arm through her stomach. The picture fell out of her hands and crashed on the floor, allowing the picture to flow out, and into the fire, burning away.
"What's happening?" Piccolo asked a civilian on the street.
"The apartments on fire." The man said, backing away from Piccolo.
"That's Tiffany's room."
Piccolo ran past the firefighters and flew up to the window that led to her livingroom. He smashed it in and entered the flaming hell-hole. "Tiffany! Leon!" Piccolo screamed as he looked for them. He heard Tiffany and found her in a pool of blood. He bent down to her and placed her head on his legs, embracing her for her last seconds. His hands moved over her face as she lifted one of her arms and held Piccolo's face. Piccolo kissed her and whispered in her ear, "I love you." When he looked back into her eyes, they were forever closed, never seeing him again.
"Hello, Piccolo."
"What did you do?"
"I think it's pretty clear what I've done, killed that pathetic woman."
"You're not Leonel."
"I never was Leonel, I have always been, The Demon King."
"Father!?!"
"You let me down. I had to make things right, and so I will continue to do that by killing you like I did that inferior wretch. Unless you join me."
"Let me think."
Piccolo placed his fingers on his forehead and turned around. "There was one move I didn't teach him." Piccolo closed his eyes and focused deeply, draining out the fire, and the smell it made as it burned fabric and flesh.
"Tick, Tock."
"Die, father!"
"WHAT!!!"
"LIGHT OF DEATH!!!"
Without another word said, the powerful beam bursted through Leonel's chest, killing him almost instantly. "I was never meant to have a child." Piccolo said as he grabbed Tiffany's and Leonel's bodies in his arms and flew out of the building, unnoticed.
Piccolo buried Tiffany in an unmarked grave covered in flowers, in the middle of a lush and vast park. It was raining today as Piccolo looked down at his lovers muddy grave surrounded by flowers. In the grave with her was Leonel, even if he was evil and the one who killed Tiffany, he still was their child in some ways, and deserved to be buried.
"I've found five of the seven Dragon Balls, once I get the next two, I'll wish everything to go back to the way they were, before I ever met you. You deserved to live. I destroyed that, so I'll give you another chance to be happy, without me." Piccolo looked down at the heap on the wet earth. He bent down and wrote in the wet mud with his finger, Love Never Dies. He stood back up and closed his eyes. The rain had drenched his body and water streamed down his face, masking the tears coming full force out of Piccolo's closed eyes.
A week later...
Piccolo found the last two balls and summoned Shenron, and giving him his wish. "I wish everything was back to the way it was before Tiffany Lowe and I ever met." Shenron's eyes glowed a deep red as he thought over the wish. "You're wish is granted." Shenron finished his words and disappeared in the sky to sleep until he was called on again.
Piccolo secretly watched over Tiffany as she continued on with her life without him. She didn't have the pep in her step anymore, but she was going to live, and that was all that mattered to the green man who looked over her. He knew that she didn't remember him, but he remembered her and would always be, in a sense, her Green Steed.
The light of death I mentioned is the real name of Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon, just incase somebody didn't know. Well, I hope everyone liked it. This is the end, but I'll try and think of something new for another Piccolo story. Love you guys, and thanks for keeping this story alive.