Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Something Saijin This Way Comes ❯ Innocence From Evil ( Chapter 7 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Oh, boy. The shit has officially hit the fan. This chapter is a little more light-hearted than the last one, but it’s still kinda depressing. I got the name of the doctor from another of Akira Toriyama’s Manga’s: Dr. Slump. Yes, I know, his name isn’t really Dr. Slump. I didn’t know that at the time I wrote this.
The next day Kitty was moved into a private room in a hospital in the human world, under the name, “Katnip del Pervosa.” Piccolo anointed himself her official guardian, and stayed at her side all the time. Many of her friends came to visit. Krillin brought an extra soft pillow, and the Livretta Damaioh, from which she read to Piccolo frequently. He also brought Leurvana di Takkarra for Piccolo. Gohan came with him, bringing a box of cranberry tea and a bottle of Tylenol. Even Mister Popo showed up, bringing a lavender baby blanket he’d made. He also brought a letter from Kami, and a bouquet of white roses that simply refused to die. Then, one day, while Kitty was reading to Piccolo...
“Oh, so deep in the dark and the blackness of nigh,
do we toil and slave for so long.
Oh, dear loved mother Lica, do you not hearken to my sigh?
To the way that our lives have gone wrong?

“Oh, Mother Lica, Hear my plea....
bring a hope to us from thee.
The hellions of fire-born anger say
You are gone, dearest mother, so return today.

“They killed her today, your sister true,
Life’s blood from her did rend-----”
Her face contorted in a mask of pain. Piccolo rushed to her side.
“Kittel, what’s wrong?!”
“It...It’s happening...” she whimpered. Piccolo’s eyes flew wide open in fear. What was he supposed to do?! He ran to the door, and flung it open. He saw a nurse walking down the hall.
“Tell Dr. What’s-his-face to get his ass in here right NOW!” he roared. She squeaked and raced through the doors at her right. Moments later, Doctor Slump raced into Kitty’s room, followed by an entourage of nurses. They lifted Kitty onto a cart and wheeled her out of the room. Piccolo went to follow, but the doctor barred his way.
“Are you the father?” he asked. Piccolo growled.
“No. The father’s dead, and I’m taking his place.”
“Well I’m sorry, but only the father is allowed to be in the birthing room.” Piccolo grabbed the front of the man’s lab coat and lifted him until their eyes were level.
“If you keep me from being with her, I will rip your head off and drink your soul, got it?!” he glared.
“Listen, Mister, I don’t know who you think you are, but I’m not afraid to call security.”
“Who I THINK I am?” Piccolo sneered. “I KNOW who I am. I am the son of the great Demon King, Damaioh Daimao...now do you STILL want to block my path?” The doctor’s face had turned sheet white.
“W...Well, in th...that case, the b...b...birthing room is the last door....on the right...”
“Good.” Piccolo released the doctor, who scampered off like a frightened mouse. Piccolo raced down the hall, and entered the birthing room. He went into shock. Kitty lay on a table, naked from the waist down, in an extremely embarrassing position. An extremely suggestive position. Piccolo forced himself to calm down and walked over to her side, as a nurse questioned Doctor Slump as to his presence. Piccolo looked down into Kitty’s face. Her eyes flew open.
“Piccolo!” she cried. He took her hand.
“Don’t worry, Kittel.” he murmured, brushing a tear off her cheek. “I won’t let anything ever hurt you again.”
“Mrs. del Pervosa?” A cheerful blond nurse stood at the door. Piccolo’s eyes left the shaggy haired woman lying in the hospital bed he sat beside. “Oh, good! You’re awake! We were beginning to worry about you.”
“No need to have worried.” Kitty gave a tired smile. “In my race it’s not uncommon for the mother to sleep for a week after giving birth.”
“Oh. Well, are you ready to see the child?” Kitty gave a small nod. The nurse left. Piccolo’s heart skipped a beat when he saw her bustling in the room carrying a bundle of baby blankets. Hanging out one end was a long, black tail. When the nurse left, Kitty pulled the wrappings away from the child’s face.
“Oh, Piccolo!” she sighed. “It’s a girl!” And it was----in fact, it was the only beautiful baby he’d ever seen. Whereas most babies are wrinkly, chubby, loud, and red, she was small and frail, quiet, and her flesh was only a bit darker than Kitty’s, a little lighter than Raditz’s. Her hair was unusually long, black and spiky. Her eyes were closed...and were like to remain closed for at least a week. “She’s got her Dad’s hair.” Kitty scowled.
“But she’ll have your eyes, I’ll bet.” Piccolo pointed out. Kitty pulled open her shirt, exposing her right breast. Piccolo tried not to stare, but even with circles under her eyes, and a major case of bed-head, she was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. If only... “I know it’s safer to send her to live with your sisters,” he admitted, watching out of the corner of his eye as the only woman he’d ever given a damn about nursed the child of his worst enemy. Yes, that talk in the library had changed his mind about Goku. “If only you knew there was no one to lay claim to her, I’d gladly raise her for you.”
“No.” Confused, and expecting hurtful words, he looked over at her. The child had finished nursing, and now lay sleeping in Kitty’s arms. “We’d raise her together, you and I.” He raised an eyebrow. She blushed. “Everyone needs a mother for love and nurturing, but they also need a father for teaching and training. Everyone needs a mother and father, even if they’re...just friends.” He finally exhaled. For a moment there, he’d thought she was saying she loved him! “By the way, Piccolo...” she murmured. “Thanks for staying with me.”
“Feh.” Silence. “So, have you named her?”
“Yes. Her name is Celena Del Pervosa---that’s Anin for ‘Innocence From Evil.’”