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Piccolo had allowed you to meditate with him.

That alone was a unique occurrence (yes, Bulma commented on it, you decided to ignore her), but to bring you to a place that was special for him?!

You felt... Well you didn't really want to put a label on how you felt.

He said that it would help you focus.

Everyone was so sure that you'd be able to read auras... or something like that.

Why would you? You had no idea!

"You're thinking too much." Piccolo's calm voice startled you out of your thoughts, "In order to meditate, you need to empty your mind. Let the ki of the world flow through you. Try to feel it."

"Sorry, I just..." You swallowed and tried to follow his instructions. 

You closed your eyes, trying to focus on your breathing. 

At first, nothing odd happened. 

Then, suddenly, you felt something, just at the edge of your skin, like when someone is about to touch you, but across your whole body.

You focused on that sensation and... it happened. 

It was like an explosion had occurred and you could see.

In the darkness you could see and feel shapes and figures!

Piccolo was as bright as a lighthouse next to you!

Focusing on the city you could feel Goku and Vegeta and-

Your eyes shot open as you gasped for breath. You were drenched in sweat despite not moving at all. 

Piccolo opened one eye to check you over "It seems I was right. You have potential... considering your human nature."

"Is this how it feels every time?" You asked, still trying to catch your breath.

"Only the first few times."

You weren't sure about it, but you could've swore Piccolo smiled.

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"I want a baby."

If Piccolo had been eating or drinking he would've choked. With your seemingly innocent question you only managed to break his focus. 

"What?!" He looked almost horrified, but you could see the faintest blush on his face. 

"I want a kid, with you."

The blush reached his ears.

"We..." He gulped "Namekians reproduction is-"

"I know, I know. You can... just spit out an egg, right?"

Piccolo still looked embarrassed "It's... a bit more complicated than that. It requires an high quantity of power."

You almost rolled your eyes at him "Oh please! With all the incredible things I saw you pull off-!" You cut yourself short, a thought occurred to you, "Or... maybe... sorry, maybe you don't want to have a kid. With me. Or right now."

"It's not... that," he admitted, as if he was pulling teeth, "I don't think I'd be... a good fit."

"What are you talking about? I've seen you with Gohan! I saw how much you cared for him! Sure, you were strict with him, but you were training him to save the world! Which, hopefully, our kid won't have to do!"

Piccolo's blush had only increased with your speech. He breathed out a chuckle.

As if he needed a reminder of why he loved you.

The kiss you exchanged felt different. It had a special meaning to it.

In a way, he was taking a sample of your DNA... maybe. Honestly, the exact process went over both of your heads.

"That won't be needed, you know?" Piccolo commented, pointing at the towel you were holding tightly in your hands.

"Well, someone has to catch the egg!" You explained, getting into position to catch said egg.

He chuckled, "Our eggs are a bit more sturdy than chicken's."

You shrugged "I'd better be safe with our kid."

Piccolo focused, somewhere inside himself, he knew how to... make a baby.

And suddenly, he knew. 

Like some deep hidden instinct.

He knew how to do it.

He focused, focused on how much he wanted the kid to be like you. . He thought hard about what made you... you. 

You looked intently at Piccolo as he got more and more focused on the task.

Out of nowhere, he seemed to be... not exactly in pain, it looked in physical strain. Like when he was training to his limit.

Suddenly, a bulge appeared in his throat. It traveled slowly up toward his mouth until Piccolo basically spit it out. You quickly catch the egg and are surprised at the weight of it.

You cleaned the egg as Piccolo tried to catch his breath.

"You know, people say that this is the easy part." You chuckled. 

Piccolo had recovered enough to glare at you, but you knew there was no real bite behind it.

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Piccolo was trying to meditate. 

Keyword trying.

The laughter and squeals from the kids playing was distracting him.

He was technically supposed to be on babysitter duty, but he could feel where the kids were and intervene in case their games went too rough.

He opened one eye to look at the three small figures running after one another.

Piccolo smiled, remembering how hard had it been for his daughter to be accepted in the small friend group. 

Trunks had been very adamant about not allowing girls in his little group. Young Lire had to show them that she was capable of fighting before Trunks accepted her as "one of the boys".

If Bulma caught wind of that, she would've scolded the boy.

Piccolo went back to meditate, since the kids were busy playing what Bulma called "Sayan Zoomies"... whatever that meant. People say that human women are the biggest mystery, but a blue haired one was the biggest of them all.

His meditation was interrupted by Lire, who was using him as a spot to hide from Goten, in some variant of this "hide and seek" you had explained to him.

The two kids began chasing each other around him, completely throwing off his concentration. 

"Since you have so much energies, I guess you wouldn't mind training for a while." It was an empty threat, but it usually made Gohan quiet down. 

Instead, the three kids looked up at him with stars in their eyes.

"Really? We can get strong like big bro?"

"How about dad's big bang attack?!"

Piccolo was almost scared by the kid's enthusiasm "We're too close to people for that."

"Well, we can just go far away!" 

Chichi would have his head before he even come up with an excuse for why he left, without telling anyone, to train!

"Listen, we can start with the bases, to see what's your level." Hopefully he can excuse it as a way to tire the kids out.

"Yay! Training with dad is the best!" Lute cheered. 

"You want to see power? Watch this!" 

"We won't destroy a forest Trunks! We'll go somewhere more empty."

Piccolo began floating away, followed by Lute.

"HEY! THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Goten yelled. 

"YEAH! WE CAN'T FLY!" 

Lire turned with a mischievous smile to ward the boys "Oh! You mean that there's something that the great Trunks can't do?" She asked with a mocking tone.

Piccolo rolled his eyes internally. It was going to be a long afternoon. 

Trunks smiled to himself. He didn’t know why that memory decided to replay in his mind, but he was happy. It was a nice one.

“There you are!” A voice called from behind him. Trunks turned as Lute sat down next to him.

The young Namekian was wearing a sundress and a beach hat. The whole outfit screamed “Bulma bought me this” as it was completely different from what she usually wore.

“Mom forced you to wear that?”

Lute blushed, “She was so nice to get it for me… and it’s her party.”

“If this is still about that “you don’t look feminine enough bs again-!”

“Come on, relax. We can have fights another day.”

Trunks smirked, “Wanna ditch the party and go kick some ass?”

She smirked back “Do you even have to ask?”