Disclaimer: I do not own any of the DBZ characters or the series. No matter
how much I'd want to I don't.
This fic is for one of my bestest friends, xXxrachiexXx. I Dedicate this to her. If there was a category for Fluffy/slightly angsty fics then this story would be in there. But there isn't so it's here.
True Father
Goten stared at the sky. He was on his back with his hands behind his head in a meadow near his home. He was thinking about what had happened over the past few days. He's fought in his first 'Saving the World' battle and his father, whom he'd never known, had come back. Everyone was acting like nothing had happened; they were saying things 'Just like old times Goku' but Goten wasn't around in 'The old days' he didn't know anything about his father except what his family and Piccolo had told him. He'd had pictures, stories, home videos but nothing in person. Well, except Piccolo.
It was Piccolo who was always there for him. Piccolo was the one who picked him up when he fell down and the one who then healed his grazed leg with one of his many herbal techniques. Goten had begged to know what to do with the almost magical plants so Piccolo had taken him camping. He had shown him where certain herbs were and which ones would heal or poison. They'd had a lot of fun.
Goten then realised that Piccolo had taught him a lot of things. How to walk for one, his Mum was there with the video recorder and Piccolo was there holding his hands. He then let go and urged Goten to get up every time he fell; he did this until the small demi-Saiyan could walk on his own.
Goten's small face contorted with thought, what had Goku been around for? For as long as he can remember he had always had his Mum, Gohan and Piccolo teaching him right from wrong and how to live life. He had nothing special with Goku. How could he call Goku father if he had only met him a day or two ago? If he did have a father it would be Piccolo wouldn't it? The Namek warrior had always said that he cared for Goten and Gohan like they were his own children. Of course it was different for Gohan; he had known Goku and had spent a big chunk of his life with him. Not like little Goten; the son of a dead man.
Goten came to a resolution. He got up and left to go back to the house. He'd been avoiding Goku but now he was going to confront him. Goten didn't see Goku as his father. His father was Piccolo, the man who was always there for him when he needed him, the man he had mistakenly called 'Dada' as a baby. Sure, he may have Goku's blood running through his veins, but he was brought up by Piccolo. That's whose son he wanted to be.
Ok, my first slightly angsty fic. If you want more chapters then review and say so. I wrote this for my friend like I said. Read her angst fics. They're good. Please review!
This fic is for one of my bestest friends, xXxrachiexXx. I Dedicate this to her. If there was a category for Fluffy/slightly angsty fics then this story would be in there. But there isn't so it's here.
True Father
Goten stared at the sky. He was on his back with his hands behind his head in a meadow near his home. He was thinking about what had happened over the past few days. He's fought in his first 'Saving the World' battle and his father, whom he'd never known, had come back. Everyone was acting like nothing had happened; they were saying things 'Just like old times Goku' but Goten wasn't around in 'The old days' he didn't know anything about his father except what his family and Piccolo had told him. He'd had pictures, stories, home videos but nothing in person. Well, except Piccolo.
It was Piccolo who was always there for him. Piccolo was the one who picked him up when he fell down and the one who then healed his grazed leg with one of his many herbal techniques. Goten had begged to know what to do with the almost magical plants so Piccolo had taken him camping. He had shown him where certain herbs were and which ones would heal or poison. They'd had a lot of fun.
Goten then realised that Piccolo had taught him a lot of things. How to walk for one, his Mum was there with the video recorder and Piccolo was there holding his hands. He then let go and urged Goten to get up every time he fell; he did this until the small demi-Saiyan could walk on his own.
Goten's small face contorted with thought, what had Goku been around for? For as long as he can remember he had always had his Mum, Gohan and Piccolo teaching him right from wrong and how to live life. He had nothing special with Goku. How could he call Goku father if he had only met him a day or two ago? If he did have a father it would be Piccolo wouldn't it? The Namek warrior had always said that he cared for Goten and Gohan like they were his own children. Of course it was different for Gohan; he had known Goku and had spent a big chunk of his life with him. Not like little Goten; the son of a dead man.
Goten came to a resolution. He got up and left to go back to the house. He'd been avoiding Goku but now he was going to confront him. Goten didn't see Goku as his father. His father was Piccolo, the man who was always there for him when he needed him, the man he had mistakenly called 'Dada' as a baby. Sure, he may have Goku's blood running through his veins, but he was brought up by Piccolo. That's whose son he wanted to be.
Ok, my first slightly angsty fic. If you want more chapters then review and say so. I wrote this for my friend like I said. Read her angst fics. They're good. Please review!