#piccolo imagine

[senoritachanchuly114]

Cómo reaccionan los personajes de Dragon Ball cuando les haces ojitos después de decirte que no a algo.

Goku: imita tu mirada con mucha más ternura y te responde con un puchero.

Vegeta: rueda los ojos y gruñe molesto ante tu insistencia, luego te responde con un NO mas fuerte.

Piccolo: resopla y cierra los ojos con el fin de ignorarte.

[dailycupofcreativitea]

He got mad 😓

[appleimps]

WELL. I am now the proud owner of the entire HEAD CHA LA doujinshi series n__n

Unfortunately the scans aren't very big, something around 1000x800, but they're all there! If anyone wants the scans, I'm willing to send the ZIP file for free tbqh just dm me

[shannonsketches]

does it ever crack you up a little to think that piccolo was eight years old when he started training gohan

[eggdoodles]

Meet the parents👉

I swear they raise their kids like a community

Imagine a PTA but you see these same mofos for five separate students

[lilyswrittenworks]

It Turned Into Love ✧Masterlist✧

Synopsis:

"Falling in love with you was the easy part; it's admitting to myself that it happened that's hard."

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Where an unlikely bond had sparked between a human and a namekian.

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Dragon Ball Z & Dragon Ball Super © Belongs to Akira Toriyama! Original Character's © Belong to me!

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I do my best to make the reader as gender neutral as possible, although I do slip up from time to time. I’m only human and mistakes happen.

Any kind of feedback and input for future ideas is very much appreciated!

Happy reading to all you lovely readers!

CHAPTER I | Stranger in Green

CHAPTER II | Searching

CHAPTER III | Breaking the Ice

CHAPTER IV | First Match

CHAPTER V | Something Meaningful

CHAPTER VI | Lending a Hand

CHAPTER VII | Quiet Observations

CHAPTER VIII | Lessons in Perspective

CHAPTER IX | Coming Soon...

[saiyansimp]

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When tutoring Gohan proves to be a bit boring, your attention turns elsewhere...(Piccolo/Fem!Reader Fluff. SFW, Minors DNI.) //Shoutout to the ask I got with the prompt having something to do with a character unsure about why the reader or MC was watching them! Sadly the ask is no longer in my inbox, nor do I remember the name of the sender, but it was a big inspiration for this story!

When you signed up to be a children’s math tutor, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Most of the kids you worked with were sweet and cooperative for the most part - some were a little mopey when you forced them to try equations on their own - but they were quick to improve compared to when you first started working with them. Gohan was no different: in fact, he was far beyond most kids his age, and you had to wonder why his mother had hired you. While Gohan himself was very mild-mannered, the environment you often walked into was…not. You would sit down at the kitchen counter to do some problems with Gohan just to watch his father run in, down multiple containers of leftovers without bothering to sit down, and then jog back out to do whatever it was he was doing. You heard his mother yelling constantly about how much he was training and how he wasn’t being a great role model for his son. Eventually, you figured you would have better luck tutoring Gohan outside. 

Gohan seemed amiable to the idea. The weather was starting to warm up, and you even started to bring a blanket for the two of you to sit on while you worked. You were unsure if Gohan’s parents were in an unhappy marriage, or if they were just unusually loud - either way, you no longer had to deal with them. The first few tutoring sessions outside went flawlessly, and you left feeling proud. It wasn’t long until some new strange…thing popped up, however.

And that was exactly what it was, a thing. Or perhaps a man, you couldn’t be sure.The first day you noticed it, or him, you were in the middle of explaining long division to Gohan. You trailed off when you saw the…creature cross the yard and gingerly sit down, propping himself against a nearby tree. 

“Mrs. [L/N]? What were you saying?”

“Hm?” Your attention was jolted back to the child in front of you. Gohan followed your gaze and laughed. 

“Oh, that’s just Mr. Piccolo. He likes to come here to meditate sometimes.” You just nodded, although that raised further questions. How could this eight year old be so calm about a man - if you could even call him that - wandering onto his property? Was this Piccolo human? Could he be trusted?

You had heard rumors of aliens, invasions that could have caused disasters had it not been for a special fighting force on earth. They consisted of super-humans, or so you figured. Though you had never really put much stock into the idea in general. Perhaps you should have. You decided that Piccolo's origins and intentions were above your paygrade, so you handed Gohan a list of division problems and asked him to complete them what you had just gone over. 

It didn’t take long for you to become accustomed to Piccolo's presence. It seemed that he enjoyed the fresh air and quiet, much like you and Gohan did. Sometimes, you would study him while Gohan was busy with his work: the way his face was so serious despite its peaceful state, the occasional twitch of his antennae, the bicep muscles that poked out from underneath his cape, somehow bulging even when he just had his fingertips lightly pressed together. Gohan often had to poke you or call your name to bring your attention back to reality. 

Gohan’s final math test of the year was coming up, and his mother - Chi-Chi was her name, you learned - asked you to come in more and more frequently as the test grew closer. 

“...and if we divide by two, what would the answer be?”

“One hundred and ten,” Gohan murmured, picking at the grass below you two. 

“Very good! Let’s see…” You looked over your lesson plans, trying to find something the two of you haven’t covered yet. “How about we review the multiplication table, then? Can you tell me what twelve times nine is?” You asked, trying to think of one that might challenge him. 

“One hundred and eight,” Gohan’s answer was immediate: his gaze was on the sky now, seemingly more interested in the clouds than in multiplication. Sighing, you put your lesson plans down. You felt bad for the kid: he was more than prepared for the test. It wasn’t his fault his mother was a nut.

“Alright, what do you say I give you these worksheets, and when you finish, you sketch some of the prettiest clouds you see for me?” You suggested, grabbing a few worksheets. 

Gohan’s eyes widened, “But mom wants me to study as much as I can before my big test!”

“Trust me, Gohan,” you smiled, “I wouldn’t be offering this if I thought you weren’t more than prepared.” Gohan hesitantly took the worksheets and you turned away, content. This way Gohan could get a bit of a break and you could still get paid. 

You had come prepared for this very situation. Rummaging around in your bag, you pulled out a worn-down leather sketchbook and a pencil, deciding to do a bit of drawing yourself. First, you started sketching individual blades of grass, harshly dragging your pencil against the paper to encapsulate a bit of texture. But that quickly grew boring. You sketched a few interestingly shaped clouds - one seemed to be shaped like a dragon, another a hand - but the day was shockingly clear. Most of the clouds were either fluffy and nebulous or too small to appear interesting. You huffed and lowered your gaze back down, resting your chin in your palm. 

That was when you spotted Piccolo. He was a bit further away than usual, but still visible as ever in his purple gi. 

Perfect. 

You started with a simple outline - his straight back, the way his slender fingers just barely touched, his elbows resting stiffly on crossed knees. There was a delicacy in his posture, a delicacy you tried to capture. After sketching his body, you moved onto his facial features: his peaceful eyes that still held a certain seriousness even when closed, the way his face was turned slightly upwards, and, of course, his antennae. You were just adding his ears when you heard a voice in your ear. 

“Whatcha drawing?”

You yelped and pulled your sketchbook close to you, turning to the kid next to you. You must have lost track of time - all of Gohan’s worksheets were completed and there were even a few sketches of clouds in the margins.

“Nothing, it - it’s nothing!” You checked your watch. “It seems like we’ve only got a few minutes left anyways, so we can -”

“Hey, that’s Mr. Piccolo!” Gohan was leaning in closer, squinting at your drawing. “Yeah! That’s a really good drawing, Ms. [L/N]. You should show him!” 

You looked at Gohan, bewildered. Show him? Why would someone like Piccolo be interested in a drawing of yours? He’d been nothing but stoic every time you’d seen him. 

“He told me he’s caught you watching him, y’know.” “He has? How does - I mean, why does he think I was watching him?” You could’ve sworn each time you had stolen glances, Piccolo’s eyes had been closed. Gohan just shrugged. 

“I dunno. But he asks about you, sometimes.” “Really…” You tilted your head, turning your gaze back to Piccolo. As if on cue, he opened a single eye and raised a brow questioningly. The sudden eye contact sent what felt like a jolt of electricity through your system, and you quickly averted your gaze. You could have sworn you heard a deep chuckle in the distance, and your ears burned red. 

You were here to teach, damnit! Not gawk at alien creatures in your client’s yard. You looked wearily back at Gohan, who nodded encouragingly. Maybe…maybe if you gave him the drawing, you’d stop thinking about him. Without another word, you stood up and tore the drawing out of your sketchbook, tossing the book to the ground. You tried to walk quietly so as not to disturb him - maybe you could put it next to him or something and pray it didn’t blow away - but Piccolo opened his eyes as soon as you started to get close. 

“Yes?” His voice was gruff, but not harsh. You held out the drawing pathetically, and you couldn’t help but notice how his calloused fingers brushed yours as he grabbed the drawing from you. He looked it over and chuckled to himself, and you felt yourself get even redder. Eventually, he looked up, and you were surprised to see that there was a gentleness in his eyes. 

“When are you coming back?” “I-I’m unsure - Gohan’s final math test for the year is in a few days, so I don’t think I’ll need to be back -”

“Come back in a week. I’ll be training Gohan in the woods then.” 

You opened your mouth to ask what he meant by training, or why they were going into the woods, or why Gohan’s parents trust him with their son, but Piccolo shut his eyes as soon as he finished speaking, so you took it as a sign that the conversation was finished. You walked back to collect your belongings from under the tree where you and Gohan had been working. Hearing a knock coming from the house behind you, you looked back to see Gohan beaming out of one of the house’s windows, giving you two thumbs up. You smiled to yourself, walking back to your car with your bag, your hands still shaking. You weren’t sure what was coming next, but it was sure to be interesting.

[h4r3-h4r3]

For Piccolo Day, I had to draw something intense! Folks on Twitter mentioned that they wanted to see more solo Piccolo content so here we go! I remember seeing a ZBrush sculpt of an ogre wearing a dragon as a cowl. That image lived rent free in my mind until this day. Definitely going to draw more with Shenron and Piccolo interacting in the future. #ピッコロ記念日 #ピッコロ生誕祭2023 #ピッコロの日

[juridical-angel-blog]

Special Imagine Dragon Ball GT ''The Legendary Super Saiyan Goku & Super Namekian Junior''!

[dragonsballsz]

hey you all are probably having some nice normal not at all disturbing thoughts let me fix that for you

when future trunks first appeared in the present timeline, he was seven years older than piccolo

[iamyounicorn]

I hate when people say Piccolo (of dragonballz fame) can't fuck, or doesn't have genitals, or (and this one especially pisses me off) is aroace, or whatever, because "his species reproduces asexually". Well first of all reproduction and sex and sexuality are not the same thing. Second of all he's a fictional alien, he can have a penis and not need it for anything. and on that note the original dragon ball literally had a gag about the main character patting people's crotches to figure out if they're a man or a woman, you think he wouldn't have something down there to mark him as a man for goku's sake?? Third of all I love aspec headcanons, but if you headcanon him as aspec because of his species's (speculative!! I cannot stress enough that there's nothing canon about this!!!) biology then I think I am entitled to killing you with knives and hammers. biology doesn't define sexuality!!!!!! he can have sex even if it means nothing to him biologically!!!

PLUS if you look it up as I literally did in the middle of writing this post you will find that slugs are not asexual, they are hermaphrodites and many species can self-fertilize. Which might look like asexual reproduction if you think asexual reproduction means no sex is happening, but that's not what it means. If his species is really space slugs then he probably does have a penis and perhaps another orifice (not mandatory, it seems some species do everything through the penis) and he can fertilize himself to make eggs if he wants to. (and considering king piccolo laid eggs through his mouth I am inclined to assume the "other orifice" might be the mouth. kinda weird but considering some snails bite off their penises after copulation it might make sense. put those big chompers to work.)

[san-aria]

Albedo sketch with the outfit from the concert video

[todayisafridaynight]

okay I know Ichiban is just Japanese, but to me he looks Black and Asian or Hispanic and Asian.

anon i have great news for you and the opinion of like 90% of the fandom

[shannonsketches]

Trunks said “Dumb bitch, you coulda died.”

[mr-double-downer]

adding my "beat pre-nerf balteus" badge to my collection, right next to my "beat pre-nerf radahn" badge

wait they nerfed Radhan? He’s not even that hard if you summon the goon squad to act as a distraction while you breath rot all over him strong style :,)

[wolfsrahne28]

I bought a Piccolo statue at a comic shop today. And the checkout girl literally said “That’ll be $21.something-something for one daddy.” And I nearly fucking died. I mean, I don’t DISAGREE, but I’m not sure if I needed to hear that.