We fell into a sort of routine. I would spend the morning with earth, have lunch, spend the afternoon with Piccolo, have dinner, spend the evening in my studio. The only things that changed would be if Gohan came over, with homework of course, or when I needed to go into the city to drop off my art and do some shopping.
It was a city trip day so I grabbed my bag that was already prepped with art. I also made sure to grab a large canvas wrapped in kraft paper. As I left the house Piccolo approached me.
"What's up," I greeted.
"I wanted to come with," he replied.
"Oh, I didn't think you'd want to since it's crowded."
"So?"
I chuckled at him, "Alright, I won't say no to more time with you. You get to carry my bag though. I have to keep this canvas protected, it's a gift."
I handed him my bag, which he took wordlessly. As we flew I explained we needed to stop a few places before the city. He just nodded and we traveled in comfortable silence. We came over a hill and I began to curve down toward a small ranch nestled in the valley.
"Howdy," I called out to the farmer working in the back of his truck. He waved warmly and waited for us to land.
"How're ya doin this morn," he greeted with a smile.
"Good, I came by because I misplaced the list you gave me."
"I'm honestly happy ya did. I got a few crates o' rye I was hopin' you'd take with ya to the miller."
"Of course! I've gotta bring them this anyways."
"Thank ya kindly! I'll be right back."
Me and Piccolo lightly while we waited for him to come back. He handed me a new list of things he needed from town and he lead us to the crates of rye.
"Aren't ya gonna introduce this fella before ya go," he nodded towards Piccolo.
"Oh, I totally forgot. This is my partner I told you about, Piccolo," I presented Piccolo with my hand.
"Ah! He's the fella. He reminds me alotta the Demon King."
Piccolo looked really uncomfortable. I explained, "The Demon King is his dad," Piccolo stared at me panicked. "He's a good guy though."
"Don't worry son. I don't judge lineage, just be good to this kiddo here. Nice to meetcha." He shook Piccolo's stiff hand. I lifted the crates with ki to carry with us.
"You seem comfortable with this," Piccolo remarked to the farmer, who laughed heartily.
"It was quite the shock first time that's for sure. But he's quite the help so I don't ask." He ruffled my hair, much like a father to a son.
We said bye and flew off to the miller's. It wasn't very far when you don't have terrain to worry about. We landed near the mill, which had an open door.
"Hellooo," I called to the miller and his son inside.
"Morning," the miller happily called back, coming outside.
"I've got a few things for you. First, a few crates of rye from the farmer," I moved the crates to where the miller could get them later. The miller was excited for the grain, grabbing a handful to feel it.
"He really is something special over there."
"I also have this for you," I handed him the canvas, "a gift for your daughter. It's a painting to match yours."
