We fell into a sort of routine. I would spend the morning with earth, have lunch, spend the afternoon with Piccolo, have dinner, spend the evening in my studio. The only things that changed would be if Gohan came over, with homework of course, or when I needed to go into the city to drop off my art and do some shopping.

It was a city trip day so I grabbed my bag that was already prepped with art. I also made sure to grab a large canvas wrapped in kraft paper. As I left the house Piccolo approached me.

"What's up," I greeted.

"I wanted to come with," he replied.

"Oh, I didn't think you'd want to since it's crowded."

"So?"

I chuckled at him, "Alright, I won't say no to more time with you. You get to carry my bag though. I have to keep this canvas protected, it's a gift."

I handed him my bag, which he took wordlessly. As we flew I explained we needed to stop a few places before the city. He just nodded and we traveled in comfortable silence. We came over a hill and I began to curve down toward a small ranch nestled in the valley.

"Howdy," I called out to the farmer working in the back of his truck. He waved warmly and waited for us to land.

"How're ya doin this morn," he greeted with a smile.

"Good, I came by because I misplaced the list you gave me."

"I'm honestly happy ya did. I got a few crates o' rye I was hopin' you'd take with ya to the miller."

"Of course! I've gotta bring them this anyways."

"Thank ya kindly! I'll be right back."

Me and Piccolo lightly while we waited for him to come back. He handed me a new list of things he needed from town and he lead us to the crates of rye.

"Aren't ya gonna introduce this fella before ya go," he nodded towards Piccolo.

"Oh, I totally forgot. This is my partner I told you about, Piccolo," I presented Piccolo with my hand.

"Ah! He's the fella. He reminds me alotta the Demon King."

Piccolo looked really uncomfortable. I explained, "The Demon King is his dad," Piccolo stared at me panicked. "He's a good guy though."

"Don't worry son. I don't judge lineage, just be good to this kiddo here. Nice to meetcha." He shook Piccolo's stiff hand. I lifted the crates with ki to carry with us.

"You seem comfortable with this," Piccolo remarked to the farmer, who laughed heartily.

"It was quite the shock first time that's for sure. But he's quite the help so I don't ask." He ruffled my hair, much like a father to a son.

We said bye and flew off to the miller's. It wasn't very far when you don't have terrain to worry about. We landed near the mill, which had an open door.

"Hellooo," I called to the miller and his son inside.

"Morning," the miller happily called back, coming outside.

"I've got a few things for you. First, a few crates of rye from the farmer," I moved the crates to where the miller could get them later. The miller was excited for the grain, grabbing a handful to feel it.

"He really is something special over there."

"I also have this for you," I handed him the canvas, "a gift for your daughter. It's a painting to match yours."

The miller gave a hug, "She's going to love it. It's a shame you won't be here to see her open it."

The miller's son came to the doorway and leaned on it. "When are you gonna make your favorite a painting?"

"In your dreams," I joked, his was already in the works.

"That pains me. How could you do that to my poor little heart? Don't you care?"

"Hmmm. Nope." I bluntly said. He dramatically gripped his heart. I rolled my eyes at him and gestured to Piccolo, "By the way, this is my partner, Piccolo."

"Like that Demon King guy?" the son seemed on edge.

"That's his father, but he's nothing like that. The Demon King was dead while he grew up anyways."

"Oh an orphan? Must be retribution for his fathers' sins." the son spat, walking back into the mill. The miller looked sad.

"Did something happen," I asked the miller.

"You know that accident their mother had," he started.

"Oh no, I didn't know."

"It's okay, I don't think of you two any different. Besides, it would have been figured out eventually. Not many green people out there."

"Will he be okay?"

"Don't worry, just give him some space," there was a small silence, "Oh, can you bring the farmer his other flour order on your way back?"

"You know it."

"Thank you, and stay safe flying."

We waved bye to the miller and went to the city. The first stop was Capsule Corp. Our landing spot was the courtyard. From there we made our way to a side entrance. I grabbed a card from my wallet and scanned it on the door. It slid open and we went inside. There was a young lady working at a desk on the left side.

"Hey girl, how's it goin'," I greeted her.

"Heyy, how are you," she smiled, extending her arms and making grabby hands at my bag being held by Piccolo. "More art I see! Oh, and is this who I think it is?"

"Yup, this is Piccolo," I motioned for him to give her the bag. He barely got it to her hands before she had it open on her desk. Her genuine excitement for my art was always so heartwarming.

"Nice to meet you. You've got a talented partner. I want to just keep everything he brings us."

"You haven't taken even one original though," I pointed out.

"That's because I'm waiting for that special one that I just know you have."

"Art fans are just somethin' else," I mused, taking a look around the office. There was boxes that were opened and partially sorted. They were prints, stickers, and other stuff Bulma was selling with my art on it. I spotted some fabric and went to investigate. "Is Bulma making clothes with this?"

"Huh," she stopped shuffling art, "Oh yeah you were supposed to approve those. We got a guy that is supposed to be good at that stuff."

"Yeah I dunno about that, does he even see the art?"

"Of course I do," snarked a voice from the door. "You must not have a trained eye for the fine things in art." He carried himself with such self certainty that you just know people barely stand being around him. I braced myself as he got close.

"You think so? What do you think makes you so sure you understand the artist," I goaded, not prepared.

"Because they picked me themselves," he boldly lied. The girl looked like she was gonna step in but Piccolo motioned her to sit.

"Really? How did you manage that?"

"Well I want to keep things simple since, as you should know, they want to stay anonymous. But when they saw that I was the only person in this city that had any good connections to cheap fabric, that sealed the deal."

I couldn't help but to laugh, "Yeah sure and everyone clapped. You didn't pass the vibe check, I don't want you near my art if cheap is what you think of both it and those who enjoy it."

"Your art?!"

I ignored him as I told the girl that all of those swatches are rejected and I would be back to do it myself. When I left with Piccolo I lead us off to a different door. We snuck back into the office and I watched how he was reacting. He was taking his anger out on the girl. Just like I thought.

I quietly made my way behind him and clasped him firmly on the shoulder. "You better leave now while I'm still nice. You doubly failed."

He tried to swing on me but I easily side stepped him and picked up the card that let him in. "Give that back."

"You don't deserve it. Get your pretentious head out of your ass and get the fuck out."

He glared at me, before suddenly snapping a photo and running. I started to go after him, but decided not to. "Whatever man. Not like anyone's gonna believe him."

"What a dick," the girl remarked, trying to ignore the fact he yelled at her. "Thank you."

"No problem. I was honestly hoping he was gonna try me. Don't have an eye for the fine things in art my ass. Art doesn't have to be fine. What bad vibes."

She gathered up all the art and took them to be prepped. We left her to do that and began our shopping. Piccolo kept close to me as I weaved us through the crowds. I grabbed all the things that the farmer needed and some things that I needed for the garden.

During this I got a got a call from Bulma about what happened. I told her what happened and she told me to come next week to pick the stuff for the clothes. I agreed and with everything done in the city we went back to the miller's.

We picked up the farmer's flour, as well as my pay of flour. We dropped everything off at the farmer's. He gave me a bunch of animal products for the rest of our trade. I waved him goodbye and we finally went home for the day.

Piccolo went and meditated while put all my things away. When I was about to go to bed, I was stopped. "Are you free to talk?"

I turned to him, "Of course." I followed him into his bedroom. We sat beside each other on his bed. He sat in silence, finding his words.

"It's that kid from earlier." he simply stated.

"Let me cut straight to the heart of all this," I put my hand on his, "Yes, you are technically a reincarnation. But, more realistically, your his son. You have a personality all your own. He would never have once been worried about a kid. But here we are. Also, here we are. The Demon King would have thrown me off a cliff, not live with me."

Piccolo scrunched his face at me getting thrown off a cliff. He was mindlessly stroking my hand with his thumb. After sitting in silence for a few long moments, I tackled him into the bed.

"It's weird, but those insecurities are your affirmation that you are not your dad. The kid will be fine, trauma is just difficult."

He held me close and I was so comfortable that I ended up falling asleep. I had woken up the next day in my bed with an explanation that humans are loud sleepers, which I quite honestly feel so I didn't care.