He had fallen in love.
He had never experienced love like this. Sure he loved Gohan but like a father loves a son. Even though it seemed like Piccolo had abandoned him when he was four he still watched over him from a far.
He had told Goku and Gohan about this and they were both extremely shocked but happy for him. Vegeta he didn't tell. Vegeta had left before anyone could. They didn't know where he was.
That was almost two years ago.
Piccolo still stared out into the darkness when he heard a tiny wail break through the silence. He stood, standing beside the bed. He heard someone mutter in their sleep.
⌠Don't get up. I got this one.■ He whispered to the person in the bed. He walked over to the dresser, pulling out a pair of black sweatpants. He went back to the sleeping person, giving a quick kiss on the forehead.
He slowly opening the door, peeking in. He looked into a room with a large bed in the middle. A bundle was shaking under the purple covers the cover the bed. A small shaking mass could been seen under it.
Piccolo slowly pulled the cover back. The little girl was quietly sniffling. He pulled the cover all the way back. He sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the space beside him.
⌠What's wrong? Bad dream?■ The little girl crawled over to her father. She looked to be about two but had a better vocabulary than most human children her age.
The child was green skinned with waist length blue hair. Her little antana bobbled as she sat next to piccolo.
⌠I saw a bad man hurt you and momma...■ The tears came, she began sobbing. ⌠He shot you with his hands then he choke momma!■ Her sobs turned into wails. Piccolo winced as he felt sharp pains in his ears.
He placed a hand on her small back, patting it. ⌠It's okay. We're fine. Nothings happened to us.■
She sleepily rubbed her eyes, yawning. ⌠Is momma okay?■ Piccolo nodded.
⌠She's sleeping. Which is what I think you should be doing. You need your energy. We have a lot of practicing to do tomorrow.■
She nodded. 'Okay. Nite daddy.■ He killed her on the nose.
⌠If you have another bad dream just tell yourself it's not real. Okay?■ She nodded.
Piccolo walked back to his bedroom. Bulma sat up in bed, turning the light on. ⌠Is she okay Piccolo?■ He walked over the window, slightly openeing it. Feeling the cool breeze circulating around the room.
⌠Yeah just a bad dream. She went back to sleep.■ Bulma sighed.
Piccolo sat down on the bed. ⌠Don't worry about her so much. I love her too. But it's not good. She dosen't need to be coddled so much.■
She reached over squeezing his hand. ⌠She's only two. Most kids her age wouldn't be able to do the things she does.■ She squeezed his hand harder. ⌠Your not planning on leaving her in the woods for a year...are you?■
He shook his head no. ⌠I did it to Gohan but...I can't do it Lime. She's...■ Bulma pulled him down next to her, kissing him. ⌠I'd miss her too much.■ He then chuckled. ⌠You and that kid made a puffball outa me.■ She snorted, trying not to laugh.
⌠Your no puffball. Your still Piccolo.■