"Please tell me why I have to be the guinea pig, Bulma." the tall namekian grumbled at the blue haired woman, who was adjusting a few screws on her latest creation. She had made it out of sheer boredom, what with Vegeta always in the Gravity Chamber and Trunks always hanging out with Goten. Plus he was too young for the little machine to actually do much of anything interesting.

"It won't take that long, I swear. Besides, you were the only one who just so happened to be flying overhead. I would've asked Vegeta but he's being an asshole like always." Bulma explained as she held the small contraption up in front of her. She turned to the frowning namek, his bulky arms tightly folded across his chest and he hung his head low between his shoulders.

"Geez Piccolo, you look like someone just took a shit on your shoe." Bulma grinned as Piccolo's frown deepened and his eyes were just the thinnest narrow slits.

In Bulma's grasp was a white metal frame with three buttons. The red one was the power button, while the two blue ones that were right next to each other had arrows pointing left and right. On the side facing Piccolo, a small camera was located at the middle top, with a tiny white light blinking on its left side.

Bulma pushed the red button, and the small camera focused on Piccolo, but it had a hard time scanning him.

"Piccolo, could you straighten up and keep your hands to your sides?" Bulma asked as she peered through the frame. With a sigh, the tall man did so. The there was a small beep and a blue screen with white lines forming a grid popped up. An image of Piccolo stood in the center. Smiling, Bulma pressed the right blue button and watched as the image slowly changed

Piccolo blinked. The screen image of him was ageing. The skin grew a darker green, the pink marks on his arm faded into a pale yellow, and his eyes dulled and deepened into his skull while his antennas slightly lengthened a little more and began to droop.

"Bulma, what the hell is that thing doing?" the namekian pointed at the image. Mrs. Breifs only smiled.

"It's like an ageing chart or whatever," she started "it's supposed to show someone what they looked like years back, and what they'll most likely look like in the future."

"Wow." Piccolo studied his older self. He wasn't thin and bony. Even though old, Piccolo could still see powerful muscles rippling underneath the skin and a spark of energy in his dull eyes.

Bulma reset the machine and Piccolo saw his current self in the screen. His mouth was slightly agape but he shook his head and straightened himself up again. The blue haired woman pushed the left button this time. Now Piccolo watched as he grew younger. Bulma paused at his teen stage and she blinked. Piccolo's ear twitched with discomfort as he remembered when he first met the Z Fighters.

Bulma sighed with a smile playing on her lips as she continued to press the left button. Piccolo's ears pressed against his head as his face heated up. He looked down and listened as Bulma began to giggle.

"Oh my gosh, Piccolo, you never told us how adorable you were as a kid!" this only flustered the namek and he ducked his head into his cape, his face burning.

His ears perked as he heard a pop. Bulma herself jumped a bit. She looked at the frame with a raised brow and dropped the machine as it began to spark. The machine slid over at Piccolo's feet, trembling.

"Piccolo, it's gonna blow!" Bulma shouted as she ducked behind a desk. Piccolo rolled his eyes. The explosion wouldn't hurt him, it was too small.

A second later the frame expanded a little and went kaput. It actually made quiet the noise and smoke cloud for something so small. Bulma coughed and looked up. She couldn't see Piccolo, but somehow she knew he was fine. Another sound caught her attention and she turned to see Vegeta of all people briskly walking into the lab and out of the G.C.

"What the hell was that noise, woman?" Vegeta growled with his arms crossed. Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Geez, leave it to you to miss out on all the fun. I built a machine to show what you'd looked like at different ages. Piccolo and I were messing around and then it blew up" Vegeta scoffed.

"Why the hell was the green man here?"

"Because he was the only person around and you're too much of an ass to help." Bulma watched her husband's hands grip tightly on his arms. He looked in the smoke and blinked.

"Is Piccolo still in there? I can sense him but he hasn't said shit." Bulma turned to the area where the frame exploded with a frown.

"Piccolo? You there?" she called. She received a cough in reply. She sighed relieved "come on out then! You're free to leave."

She watched a figure emerge from the smoke and her eyes narrowed. She looked up at Vegeta, who was raising a brow. The form was tiny, and they could hear cloth dragging against the ground.

Out stepped the green figure of Piccolo. But he was… shrunken? His eyes were larger, antennas shorter and thicker, and had larger than usual ears. He looked like a child and in fact, he was one.

Then Vegeta began to laugh after a few seconds of silence. Bulma glared at him but he didn't notice.

"What? What are you laughing at?" Piccolo growled and stepped forward. His little foot pulled on his purple gi and his eyes widened as he felt the cloth slip off of him like a trickle of water. This only made the prince of all saiyans laugh even harder. So hard that he was gripping his middle and fighting to keep balance. Bulma only covered her eyes. She didn't know about namekian anatomy, and she wasn't planning on finding out.

Piccolo yelped and pulled his gi up, only to freeze. He looked at his small hands, arms, legs and even felt his shorter, chubbier antennas.

"Bulma." his attempted growl sounded more like a squeak as he stumbled over to her, using his oversized cape to cover himself.

Bulma peeked from behind her hands and smiled sheepishly. Piccolo used his free hand to motion to himself.

"FIX THIS NOW!"