It's a little short but whatever. Also a bit corny, so sorry about that.
Piccolo sat in the slightly damp grass as he stared at the waterfall of his favorite meditation spot. Too much happened in one day, and it for sure wasn't fighting.
The little namek's ears perked as he sensed Goku's energy headed his way and growled. What on earth did that oaf want now? To taunt him?
Piccolo stood up just and the saiyan touched down close by. Goku was wearing his typical smile while Piccolo's frown deepened.
"What do you want?" the small namekian snarled, but that didn't faze the older saiyan.
"Here's your shirt!" Goku tossed Piccolo the shirt he twisted free from. He mumbled a thanks as he pulled the piece of purple clothing over his head. He looked back up at Goku and sniffed.
"What do you want?" he asked again, a little more forcefully than before. Goku blinked, as if for a moment he'd forgotten what he was doing.
"Oh, I came to bring you back home." at this Piccolo raised a brow.
"Home? Are you saying you want to drag me back to your house, Goku?" the saiyan nodded and Piccolo scowled, turning his back towards the adult "Disgusting, no way. I'm staying here." with that he sat down in the grass, arms and legs folded like a stubborn child who demanded their mother for a toy or to stay at the park a while longer. Goku just continued smiling with a roll in his eyes as he walked over to the grumbling namek and picked him up off the ground, catching the little guy by surprise.
" Hey, what the hell!? Put me down!" Piccolo squirmed in Goku's grasp but after a few short seconds, stopped. Goku sighed, slightly relieved. No more tantrums for now.
He took off, heading back towards his home.
Soon Goku gracefully landed in his front yard, Piccolo still tucked under his arm, and walked inside. Bulma had already taken Trunks and went back to Capsule Corporation, since the sky was turning a fiery red and golden yellow.
The smell of food made the saiyan's mouth water.
"Chi Chi! I'm back!" Goku called, walking towards the kitchen. Chi Chi looked over her shoulder, spotting little Piccolo under her husband's arm. He looked frustrated, but also tired.
Goten, along with Gohan, was already seated at the dinner table, and jumped out of his chair to tackle his father with a hug.
"Is Piccolo really gonna stay here?" the small half breed asked, eyes wide. Piccolo growled and answered his question.
"Apparently." he grumbled with his arms folded. Chi Chi then spoke up.
"Well, until we can use the Dragon Balls that is. Until then he's staying here." she explained, not looking up from her cooking. Piccolo seemed to droop a little at the news. He would be stuck like this for a few more months unless something happened. Fantastic.
Piccolo sat at the table between Gohan and Goten, staring at his tall glass of water. He was incredibly uncomfortable sitting anywhere near the feeding saiyans, almost afraid of losing a limb if he stretched his arms out. 'Course he could always grow it back, but it wasn't the best way to spend his time.
Eventually, dinner was over and Chi Chi began to shoo her sons to their rooms. There was an extra bedroom for piccolo to sleep, and didn't he argue when Goku's wife handed him some of Goten's spare pijamas, which was sky blue and had little dinosaurs all over them. He was too tired to care.
Once Piccolo was in bed he fell asleep almost instantly. Chi Chi came to check on him a few minutes later and reluctantly tucked him in.
He may have been the same man to harmed, later killed her husband and taken her oldest son away from her for a year, but he had changed, and she was not meaning physically.
Plus, he was reverted into a child around Goten's age, and from what Bulma told her of his losing the ability to fly and possibly all skills he had learned over the years, was possibly just as vulnerable as any other child.
And just like she did her two sleeping sons, Chi Chi placed a soft kiss on the small namekian's forehead before leaving the room.