YOU HAD A BABY??!!!! || Piccolo ||
The wind over the lookout plateau was quiet that morning, the kind of stillness that usually meant Piccolo was either meditating…or actively trying to avoid everyone he knew.
Unfortunately for him, that second option never worked when Goku was involved.
There was a sudden whoosh of air as Goku dropped from the sky like an overexcited meteor, landing far too loudly for someone who claimed to know how to sense energy.
“Piccolo!” he called out, grinning like he hadn’t just invaded someone’s peace. “I brought senzu beans…also I was bored.”
From inside the small, surprisingly homey structure carved into the rock, there was a long, suffering silence. Then Piccolo stepped out, slowly, already deeply annoyed. “You’re always bored,” he said flatly. “That’s not a valid reason to show up uninvited.”
Goku scratched the back of his head, completely unbothered. “Well yeah, but—”
He stopped, mid sentence, his eyes narrowed slightly until they widened as they locked onto something behind Piccolo.
“…Hey,” Goku said slowly, leaning to the side like he could somehow see through Piccolo. “What’s that sound?”
Piccolo stiffened, just slightly, barely noticeable by those who didn't know the man.Except, unfortunately, Goku noticed everything when it came to weird energy and everything with the man who he claimed was his best friend.
“…Nothing,” Piccolo replied.
Then right on cue, a soft, unmistakable baby coo drifted from inside.
There was a full, dramatic inhale and then. “YOU HAVE A BABY?!!!”
His voice echoed across the entire plateau like a shockwave, birds scattering.
Piccolo’s eye twitched. "Keep your voice down—”
“YOU HAD A BABY?!” Goku repeated, now pointing aggressively at the doorway like he’d discovered a new transformation.
Before Piccolo could physically throw him off the cliff, you stepped out. Calm. Slightly tired. Holding a very small, very green baby wrapped in a soft blanket.
“…You’re yelling again,” you said, giving Goku a mildly unimpressed look.
Goku gasped like this somehow made it worse. "YOU HAD A BABY WITH MISS Y/N.”
“SHUT UP,” Piccolo snapped immediately, his voice sharp enough to cut stone.
Goku looked between the two of you, eyes sparkling with absolute delight.
“When were you going to tell me?!” he demanded, stepping closer like he’d just uncovered the universe’s greatest secret.
“Preferably,” Piccolo said, already moving to stand between you and Goku like a very large, very protective wall, “when my child was grown and out of my house.”
You snorted quietly as the baby made a small noise, shifting in your arms, tiny fingers curling.
Goku locked on instantly. “Oh my gosh,” he whispered, suddenly reverent, like he’d just found a rare artifact. “Can I hold him?”
Goku was already reaching. "Just for a moment!"
“GET AWAY FROM MY CHILD.”
Piccolo’s arm shot out so fast it created a gust of wind, physically blocking Goku with a single, unmoving hand to the chest.
Goku blinked, the leaned around his arm as he reached again as a huff left his lips. “Just for a second—”
“I’ve held babies before!”
“That does not inspire confidence.”
From behind Piccolo, you adjusted the baby slightly, trying and failing not to smile.
“He’s not going to break him,” you said.
“That’s not the point,” Piccolo muttered.
Goku crouched slightly, trying to peek again as the baby blinked up at him.
The baby cooed as he then reached out to grab his father's cape.
Goku gasped. “HE’S STRONG!”
“Of course he is,” Piccolo said, voice tight, as he very carefully pried tiny fingers from his cape like it was the most delicate operation of his life.
Goku leaned in again.“Does he shoot ki blasts yet?”
There was a pause and then Goku tilted his head. “…Can I babysit?”
Piccolo’s aura flared just slightly.“No.”
The tone was enough to make even him pause, for about two seconds.
“…He kinda looks like you,” Goku said, grinning again, clearly not learning anything. “But smaller.”
“He is smaller,” Piccolo said dryly.
You shifted the baby toward Piccolo, who despite everything, immediately softened, carefully taking him into his arms with surprising gentleness.
Goku watched this like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. “…Whoa,” he said quietly. “You’re like…super dad.”
Piccolo shot him a glare.“Don’t call me that.”
Goku grinned wider. "Picco-dad." he whispered.
"Goku." Piccolo's voice warned.
Piccolo’s eye twitched again. “Try it.”
Goku was already backing up, laughing.“Krillin’s gonna freak out!”
Before he could even finish the sentence, Piccolo vanished, appeared behind him, grabbed him by the back of his gi.
Goku’s laughter echoed as he disappeared into the sky like a launched missile.
Silence settled again, peace as Piccolo visually relaxed while you exhaled shaking your head.
"….You do realize he is going to tell everyone he runs into",” you said.
Piccolo looked down at the baby, who had already fallen half-asleep against his chest.
“…He’s not getting past the barrier next time.”
The baby yawned then grabbed his finger as he made small little coo's and Piccolo, fearsome warrior, didn’t move a muscle for fear of waking him.
