Warnings: Some kiddie romance..POSSIBLE Graphic shota/underage considering there MIGHT be some self-service in here since im 100% for hermaphrodite namekians and a hilariously rushed two day puberty, but squeamish about actually writing it. I'll give everyone a heads up if I decide to do it. Will stay rated T until I decide. That's about it...hm.

Shuffling through the trees, followed by a gleeful Icarus, the six-year-old laughed and bolted through the forest barefooted. Finally! He'd finished with all his study work, all his homework, and all his extra credit. Usually he didn't bother to do the last one, but he knew he had to be perfect if he was gonna get away with what he was doing. Which was what had him so excited now. He was visiting Mr. Piccolo!

It'd been months since he'd seen the green mystic being, or the man had seen him. It left him a little disappointed and dejected when he thought about all the times would sit outside his window and unknowingly keep away all his nightmares, but he hadn't done that in forever. Vaguely, he wondered if he was because he was mad at him for not visiting. Gohan tried hard, even resorting to begging on his knees and crying but his mother simply didnt relent. He contemplated going out his window but he feared it would set off some alarm.

Even now, he didn't tell his mother exactly where he was going, but he figured she knew anyway. As long as she didn't stop him, he couldn't care less.

Coming upon the clearing to his beloved mentors favorite waterfall, his grin broadened and he threw his arms out, picking up speed and searching out for the familiar ki, "PICCOLO-SAAHHHH-!" Suddenly, he was going off the edge of a cliff that hadn't been there last time he'd been here. Shoot! He should've been more careful. He knew more than anyone that Piccolo liked to level ground and create new land formations when he was angry ( he liked to think of it like that instead of blatantly hurting the Earth ). He'd been gone for a long time anyway, so he should've known better than to assume his surroundings were the same. Oh well, he'd just smile at as he was scolded gruffly whilst being dusted off. Sending ki through his body would've made him slow down so he could fly up easily, but it wasn't working. Puzzled, he tried again. Still nothing. The ground was getting a little too close for comfort. Frantically he tried again and again, tears forming in his eyes before he threw up his arms to protect his face, letting out one final scream of, "PICCOLO-SAAAAN!"

With his nose an inch from the ground, his ki finally roared to life and he lessened his impact by flaring it outward and creating a crater. He sniffled, shaken by the failing of his ki. He knew it got harder to manage when you were older, but he wasn't coming to that, was he? He was just six! He thought he'd at least have to look like Master Roshi. Huffily, he brought himself to his feet and clambered out of the hole he'd made to peer around. While he knew surroundings changed, he knew the full grown trees he was looking at weren't there before and it wasn't logical to think such development occurred in months. That took decades!

"Piccolo-san?" He called out nervously, searching for his ki. It was harder than he thought, his ki perception scrambled. He swore he was feeling his daddy, but that happened often, and that ki was too weak anyway. He sent his senses out some more and frowned hard, picking up a few more familiar ki's that were incredibly weak. Finally, he locked onto his mentors in the surrounding area and froze. Everyones ki's were weak! Almost dead-like if you compared it to their regular ki levels! But, none of it was fluctuating in a panic- they all seemed calm. He gasped suddenly.

"Oh no! Someones attacking and they can control ki! No wonder mine suddenly cut off!" He cried, clenching his fists in anger. No one messed with or his friends! With a roar, he shot off in the direction of his weakened friend, determined to defeat whatever villain decided to show their ugly face. They'd regret messing with Son Gohan, son of Son Goku!

He skidded to a stop in midair and dropped down soundlessly, narrowing his eyes and using his other senses aside from ki since he couldn't find anything abnormal. There were plenty of animals, and he could hear rustling and birds, as well as the nearby waterfall roaring. He could smell the grass and dirt, and then something out of place, even though it was covered in the smells too. Piccolo-san? He inched forward curiously and ducked behind some trees and bushes, peering in between twigs and leaves to get a better view.

It was a really, really short namekian. For the briefest moments, Gohan thought it was Garlic Jr. again and was already thinking of ways to get rid of him, but then he turned around. Nope! Not wrinkly enough. So why was there just a namekian kid around? DID PICCOLO HAVE A KID? Driven near hysrerics, the demi-saiyan covered his mouth and giggled, cheeks flushing with joy. Well, that was until he was blasted in the butt.

"YEEOUCH!" he jumped into the air and hurriedly began patting his butt since the fabric of his overalls had caught fire. Spinning around, he was met with the smug grin of a midget alien. "H-Hey! That's mean! Didnt Piccolo-san teach you any manners?" He huffed, crossing his arms. Well, now that he thought about it, the answer was probably no. Nice to know didn't treat kids any differently, even his own. Guess he left him to fend for himself.

Glaring, the namekian child looked him over, "Piccolo? You knew King Piccolo? I don't remember you," he said, "Besides, he would've killed you on the spot. He didn't talk to pathetic humans," with that, he shot a ki blast at the boy, this time with the intent to kill.

Gohan harmlessly flicked it away, blinking at the tingly warm feeling it left on his hand, "King Piccolo? No...no, I mean Piccolo-san, his son...arent you Piccolo-san's son?" He stared in confusion at the fish-outta-water look on the others face before it morphed into rage.

"I am King Piccolo's son, Piccolo Diamao Jr!" He boasted, puffing his tiny chest out.

"EHH?" the demi-saiyan stared, eyes wide. This, THIS was his Piccolo-san? Quickly, he zoned in on his ki, and though it was weak and pulsing with something dark, it was the one and only. With this revelation, he promptly tipped backwards and fainted with a thud.

I like silly fluff stories, its my weakness. Im sorry-

So, Gohan meets Piccolo when he's about a rushed four years old. During his match with Goku, I believe him to be about eighteen, so in three years, he goes from four to eighteen. So, he ages a year roughly about every two months and 20 days, if my math is any good. We'll just average that out to about every three months, even though the math is pretty off then. So, Gohan finds Piccolo within his first three months of being born.

People always have a time story, but I've never seen one with lil Piccolo, and I find him evilly adorable, so why not stick him with lil Gohan and make it even cuter?

I know I switch between and Piccolo-san, and that they mean the same thing, but I like both and I just put whichever I want at the moment down. Hope no one minds.