Molly's POV:

Funny sometimes how these things happen. Lying there, talking to my best friend Megan... when BOOM! Out of nowhere, there's Piccolo of DBZ. But I'm getting a little ahead of myself here.

Narrative POV:

It was a beautiful sunny day in June. The birds were singing, clouds were drifting lazily across a bright blue sky, and two slender girls were sprawled across the green grass. One had stunning hair, the color of honey, that was in a long loose braid; and the other had firey layered auburn hair, with a smile on her face and her emerald eyes twinkling as she conversed with the other girl. These girls were known as Molly and Megan, best friends in every way possible. Right now, the topic they were discussing was one often on their lips: Dragonball Z.

"I don't see how you can like Trunks better then Piccolo...!" Megan teased, rolling over onto her back and chewing on a piece of grass.

A mocking laugh emitted from Molly's crimson lips.

"Huh! I don't see how you can have the hotts for a green lizard!"

"Oh, do I hear Vegeta?" This accusation was met with a handful of grass, and Megan glared into Molly's laughing face and dancing brown eyes.

They were quiet for awhile, but Molly's powerful voice soon spoke up.

"Wouldn't it be incredible if we could actually MEET the Z fighters? I mean, we ARE in Japan..." Megan, after graduating highschool, had moved to Japan. After much prompting of her mother, Molly joined her friend a year later, when highschool was over and done with.

"Yeah..." Meg's generally soft voice was dreamy. And then... woe and behold... the Namek of Megan's dreams drifted down lazily between the two girls.

A sudden squeal of disbelief greeted this, and Piccolo scowled.

"I have ears, you know." His voice was gruff, and Megan fairly swooned.

"P-P-Piccolo?!" Voiced Molly, jumping up from her lounging position, as her friend had done only seconds before. Megan and she shared a disbelieving glance.

"This CANNOT be happening!!" Both girls screamed in unison. "It's PICCOLO!"

The Z fighter in question just stared at the two blankly, taking small note of their raised - and rather strong - kis.

"Yes... it's me..." His voice sounded a little frazzled.

"I am your BIGGEST fan!!" Megan gushed, on him in a second. The generally shy girl was now excited and bubbling over, while Molly stared on, wishing it was Trunks instead of Piccolo. You see, the tall, lean girl had an obsession with the lavender haired Z fighter. At home, in the United States, Alaska, she had one wall completely devoted to her hero. On her bulliten board there were many pictures posted, along with her favorite fanfiction and a poem about Trunks dedicated to her.

Her computer was much the same way -- overrun with Trunks pictures and her own fanfiction about him. Ah well.

Megan lived in another state, and Molly assumed her room was much the same, only covered with Piccolo.

"...REALLY?! You want to TRAIN me?!?!" Molly was broken out of her recollection stupor as Megan shouted those very words in Piccolo's fine featured face. The honey blonde was next to the auburn haired girl in but an instant.

"WHAT?!"

"He wants to TRAIN me!!" The older -- yet shorter -- girl chortled.

"Are you SERIOUS?!" The girl's were basically oblivious to Piccolo at this moment.

"Yes! As serious as serious can be! he says I have a STRONG ki!"

"Oh... WOW..." Molly fell onto her butt, and HARD. "This is unbelievable!"

Megan started to respond, but Piccolo held up his hand. "Hush kid. BLONDIE, I would appreciate it if you would STOP distracting my student!"

He had found something that infuriarated the tall girl to no end. "That comment about my hair color was COMPLETELY uncalled for!" She spat, venom in her voice. And that, is why Piccolo called her that for as long as he knew her.

Two hours later, both girls had calmed down considerabely. Now Piccolo was explaining to Megan how to fly, as Megan looked on in interest.

"Close your eyes. There should be a wellspring of power within you. Draw from that!"

But try as she might, the 19 year old beauty could not accomplish it. With a grumble, Piccolo suddenly grabbed her around the waist and blasted upwards.

"I suppose it's time to teach you the old fashioned way."

With a small yelp of surprise, Megan grabbed Piccolo around the neck on instinct. She shut her eyes tightly, being as she was beginning to feel a little nausous.

"W-What's the old fashioned way?" Her voice was muffled as she spoke into his cloak.

"This." Stopping about 100 feet above earth, Piccolo suddenly and forcefully DROPPED her. Megan began to fall to earth, her hair waving above her head as she screamed. Piccolo flew alongside her, urging her.

"Come ON kid! You can do it! Fly! FLY!"

But still she fell, blind fear clouding her senses. Molly was yelling below her, her voice frantic and full of worry.

"FLY Meggy! PLEASE fly!"

And about ten feet above the ground, she did. Somehow she found the power within her -- and shot up a little TOO fast. Past Piccolo, past the treetops, laughing at the utter joy of it. Piccolo caught up to her and snatched her ankle."

"You're a quick learner."

He landed with the now exausted Megan, who stumbled from his arms and hid herself in a grove of trees, throwing up over and over, until there was nothing left, and she only dry heaved weakly. Molly patted her back, and in a rare show of kindness, Piccolo offered her a wet cloth. Megan accepted it, but GLARED at Piccolo.

"That was one of the CRUELEST things! You were going to let me DIE!"

Piccolo chuckled. "I would have caught you, I'm not THAT heartless."

Molly scoffed and took over Megan's duty of glaring at the namek. "Yeah, right..."

And so it went on.