My Eternity

Set after Goten and Trunks were born but before Pan & Bra.

This is a story spanning centuries, centered around the Piccolo & flashbacks from when he was the Nameless Namek, Gohan, Bulma, Eighteen & my OC's, but with the rest of the Z senshi throughout!

Warning: Swearing, violence

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters.

Enjoy!

Chapter one -

Thoughts running through my head

This headache was relentless. An endless beat of pain drumming miserably against his skull. He tried for the third time to allow his mind to go into a meditative state. Minutes passed by and he eventually felt the dull throb ebb away as his mind retreated. But again, his mind took him someplace else. The rush of the waterfall fell into the sound of the road, as a car rushed by.

Ahead, he could see the trees gave way and right in the middle of the thick forest a road stretched into the distance. He neared the tree line, apprehension slowing him down but ever curious. He gripped the last tree and his hands were small but they didn't feel it. He blinked and pushed on, walking to the edge of the grass verge. His sensitive hearing was tingling, the sound of a vehicle coming made him turn his head to the right.

Coming over the slight hill, he could see a small truck, the type he had seen the local farmers driving. The grey metal sparkled in the bright sunlight, and he felt a sense of something...something.

His eyes opened wide and he fell ungracefully to the ground, sucking in air like he had been under water. The headache slowly began to pound its way back into his consciousness. He growled and angrily tossed his turban in the water. Piccolo was not having a good day.

Gohan landed not a minute later and Piccolo sighed, his patience was a little like the lingering dream you can't quite remember. He stood and gave the younger man half a smirk. Gohan smiled and scratched the back of his head, a lot like Goku used to do. His cheerful tones were a stark contrast to Piccolo's mood.

"I have some good news"

The Namek crossed his arms and waited patiently. Gohan continued, all but blurting it out.

"Videl's pregnant" He grinned then, all teeth and happiness.

Piccolo couldn't help but break into a genuine, rare smile. He put a hand on the young man's shoulder and squeezed.

"Congratulations Gohan"

He was so excited, Piccolo could see it in his eyes, and maybe a little nervous too. Of course. Brown eyes swam with emotion and the Namekian wondered if any of it was mirrored in his own black ones. I hope you know how happy I really am for you. He didn't have time to give it much thought though before something sparked in his mind, they both looked up into the sky. Gohan's voice was concerned.

"Did you feel that?" It was rhetorical, and a moment later they were both in the sky, flying at high speed to the power level they were detected on the Lookout. They were soon joined by Vegeta and Trunks, and could sense Eighteen, Krillin and Tien flying in from the other direction. Piccolo felt for Dende, worried for the young Namekian he had become so fond of.

Dende, are you okay?

For a moment the silence continued and bile began to rise in his throat, before the little Kami responded.

I'm fine, I thought you'd be coming. We have a visitor.

He sped up and a couple of minutes later, they landed on the Lookout. Dende was stood, anxiously waiting next to a man who was cheerfully talking with him. In the distance, he could see Eighteen, Krillin and Tien land and run over. Vegeta stormed over towards Dende.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

The stranger faltered, seeming confused, before answering.

"Call me Blue" He pointed to his navy blue hair as if that should explain everything.

"Don't worry, i'm not here to attack you...actually..." He stuttered and with disbelief written all over his face, walked over to stand in front of Piccolo. They were well matched for size and Piccolo frowned, crossing his arms.

"It's you"

The Namek didn't get a chance to respond before the other man had grabbed him in an embrace. He balked and immediately pushed the visitor away, his tone vicious and uncomfortable.

"What are you doing?"

Blue blinked and slowly his arms dropped and hung at his side. Everyone looked on in confusion and Krillin coughed, before speaking.

"I'm sorry...do you two know each other?"

Piccolo and Blue spoke simultaneously.

"No"

"Yes"

Piccolo hissed, feeling increasingly irritated. His headache was now hammering.

"I have no idea who you are"

A few seconds passed by and Blue nodded.

"You don't remember"

Piccolo scoffed, "evidently".

Dende intervened then, sensing that Piccolo's patience was wearing thin.

"How do you know each other?"

Blue relaxed then, putting one hand on the gun holster on his belt, more for comfort than anything else. It was then that Vegeta noticed the insignia on his uniform and interrupted.

"You're a member of the galaxy police"

Blue smiled then, "yes, you know it?"

Vegeta nodded, and then scoffed. "Yes, not that i've ever seen any of you do any enforcing"

Eighteen laughed at that and then asked, her tone even and clear, icy blue eyes penetrating. A foolproof radar for bullshit.

"Are you here to arrest someone?"

Blue chuckled then, grey eyes sparkling in mirth. "No, not yet anyway. The perpetrator hasn't arrived".

Gohan cut in "Arrived? You mean to Earth?"

"Yes, news is he's on his way here. I hear your planet attracts a lot of trouble so it makes sense."

Krillin laughed and the rest of the z senshi looked at him with a frown.

"What?...It's...true" His laugh died down under the scrutiny of his wife.

Blue continued then "Not sure what the ETA is, I think not for a month at least"

Piccolo listened, unsure whether to trust the newcomer.

"And how do you know me?"

Grey eyes looked at him in recognition and it was unnerving.

"Well, it's been an awful long time, probably around" he thought for a moment "four or five hundred Earth years" He said it as if it were a perfectly acceptable absence.

Piccolo blinked. "What?"

"It's nice to see you again, old friend"

The Namek stood, arms crossed painfully tight, head throbbing away. He looked at those cloudy eyes and he felt something gnaw away in his mind. Blue waited, hand still resting on his gun holster and Piccolo wondered if it was deliberate. Dende's voice was friendly and patient.

"The nameless Namekian, before he split himself in two, that's who you knew. Piccolo, you don't have any memories from before the split do you?"

Piccolo shook his head, no.

"Nameless?" Blue laughed "you were called...it wasn't Piccolo"

He thought for a moment. "Tenchi" He smiled, sharp white canines glistening as he did.

Piccolo sneered. "Tenchi?" What a ridiculous name.

Blue laughed again. "Yeah, you didn't name yourself, don't worry. Bonnie did"

At this, the Namek paused. The name tugged at him in a way he didn't like, and couldn't identify. His lips stalled as he mulled over the name, and then he wondered if it was just made up. Gohan noticed his mentor's frustration and hid his smile at the new of Piccolo's much more human name.

"Um..who's that? You were Piccolo's friend then?" he smiled, hopeful.

"Oh, just some human. She's long dead now. Yeah, we were good friends actually".

Vegeta huffed and stood confrontationally in his training gear. It was tattered from training.

"Enough of the history lesson. Who is this aggressor?"

Blue looked down at the angry Saiyan.

"Oh, a murderer, he killed a lot of people here on Earth at the time before being arrested. He escaped prison six months ago, i've been tracking him since then".

Vegeta nodded and then declared.

"We need to train then, we have only a month!" He shot from the Lookout in a bluster of Chi. Not caring or not noticing that he was crossing paths with Bulma's air car as she touched down. She ran over, in a yellow dress and black heels, with Trunks running behind. She had a black capsule corp jacket on and stopped to breathe heavily once she arrived.

"That asshole flew off without me!"

She then brushed herself off and stuck her hand straight out towards the stranger.

"Oh hi! Welcome to Earth. You're much too cute to be here to kill us!" She smiled sweetly. Krillin slapped a hand to his forehead.

Blue shook her hand hesitantly, Gohan could see how uncomfortable their visitor was and spoke quickly.

"His name is Blue, he's a Galaxy police officer here to arrest someone, but they haven't arrived yet"

She nodded her approval. "Right! How long do we have?"

Piccolo spoke then, deep tones resonating with irritance.

"A month". He then turned and walked away, cape swimming in the air as he went. Grey eyes followed him and in them was something Gohan couldn't identify.

"Well!" Bulma's painted lips rose in a smirk "you'll need somewhere to stay until then! You can stay at Capsule Corp!"

He hesitated. "Capsule Corp?"

"Yeah! Don't tell me, you've heard of us in space? I'm not surprised, we're incredibly famous!"

He laughed a little, "that's probably it...and i'd be honoured".

"Right then! Come with me", she pointed her thumb behind her to the air car. "Come on Trunks"

Gohan watched them leave, Blue looking awkward, and he shared a look with Dende. The little Namekian then made him laugh.

"Rather him than me!"

Gohan felt a little relief, at least they had some warning of what was to come.

"Oh! Guys, Videl is pregnant!"

Krillin was ecstatic and even Eighteen smiled and congratulated him. He distinctly felt that the day wasn't a total loss after all.

Piccolo tried to stand and failed. It had been about 12 hours since the arrival of their visitor and he had trained with an exceptional vigor ever since. Exhaustion was echoing in his bones and to his eternal dismay, he could still feel the headache tapping away. The feeling he had when he had met Blue wouldn't leave him. Not a bad feeling, as such, just a strange sensation, like he had already met him. Gohan had described such a feeling once and he remembered the name, deja vu.

Of course, apparently he had actually already met him. For all his attempts, he couldn't summon any memory from before Kami and his Sire had split. A couple of flashes, wandering in the wilderness as a child. One particular memory though, he had always remembered. He couldn't recall much, maybe the distinct blue grass of Namek, maybe. But the words he could hear clearly.

There's a darkness in you.

He opened his eyes from where he lay in the grass, beaten and bleeding. The satisfaction he would usually get from a good training session was conspicuously absent. He kept thinking of those grey eyes, how they meant something. And the name. Bonnie.

How it had struck a chord, like remembering something you had forgotten and then...not remembering why is was important. He said it out loud.

"Bonnie" it felt foreign on his lips. It also sounded very human, as bad as 'Tenchi'.

He was curious too, he couldn't deny that. He didn't know anything about that time or who the nameless Namek was. He wasn't sure if his curiosity was such that he would seek out the answer. I suppose I could ask him, not that I have any real reason to trust anything he says.

The sky darkened and his eyes eventually drifted closed. He hoped that his exhaustion would finally help him meditate for the first time that day.

Bulma was in good spirits. Vegeta was training and ignoring her as usual but Blue was keeping her plenty occupied. They had talked into the late evening, and she was excited to learn that he had an admirable knowledge of science. He had complimented her work and had cleaned up after himself. All in all, she was pleased. She had woken up the next day rather determined.

She had wanted to talk about the incoming threat but decided to hold a meeting, with everyone present. So she had set about making phone calls to invite everyone over to Capsule Corp later that day. She noticed that Blue had not awoken yet that morning but she did suppose it was early, only 08:00.

She scheduled the meeting for 13:00, that way they could all have lunch as well. Bunny was organising the catering already.

Gohan had left Videl to fetch Piccolo at Bulma's instruction. He felt bad that the Namek was going to have little to no notice but figured that Piccolo's schedule always had room. Though he was sure that the irate man would grumble about the loss of training hours. Gohan smiled at the thought. But that thought left him in a rush as he arrived, noticing that Piccolo was laid down in the grass, next to the waterfall. It was very unusual to see Piccolo sleeping instead of meditating. Even more unusual, was seeing him resting during the day.

He landed a few meters away and walked over slowly, not wanting to startle his mentor. He expected Piccolo to notice his presence but seconds passed by with Gohan standing over him. For a terrifying moment, Gohan wondered if he was alive and knelt down and pressed a hand to his chest. Piccolo awoke with a start, sitting up and cracking his head against Gohan's, hard. They both yelped and Piccolo was instantly angry and confused.

"What are you doing?!"

Gohan hesitated before rubbing his head one last time.

"Um, sorry. You were just laid there and I thought something had happened"

The Namek seemed to calm down then and take in his surroundings. The sun was sitting high in the sky. The images in his mind, his dream, then swam to the forefront of his mind. Grey eyes and darkness, rain and pain. These things swam in his mind's eye. The heat of a hand on his shoulder, the cold of the rain as it soaked his shirt and froze his skin. The pain in his chest. The headache drummed into action then and he hissed under his breath.

Dismissing the thoughts, he brought a hand to his head and felt blood there and checked that it was his own and not Gohan's.

"I'm fine" Gohan seemed relieved to hear it but pressed.

"Good, but...why were you sleeping. I mean, it's just that you don't usually and-"

Piccolo cut him off before he could ramble on.

"I...just overdid it yesterday"

Gohan seemed happy enough with that and smiled his usual smile.

"Okay, well, i'm here because we've been summoned to Capsule Corp. We're going to find out some more about this guy coming in a month"

Piccolo nodded and stood up, brushing himself off.

"Okay, i'll be there. When is it?"

Gohan laughed nervously.

"Uh...now"

Piccolo sighed in barely contained contempt.

"Let's go then"

They both took off, the air displacing as they left.

Bulma stood with hands on her hips as everyone arrived. She had even invited Master Roshi and that pig that annoyed her so much. Chi-chi seemed happy to see her, things had been hard after Goku's latest disappearance and Goten was still very young. She had brought a bowl of fish and rice to contribute, despite it being completely unnecessary. Bulma thanked her and placed it on the table outside. It was a buffet, she found that with hungry Saiyans this was always a no brainer.

Everyone gathered and Bulma announced that they eat first. Gohan, Goten, Trunks and Vegeta were held back by an authoritative Chi-chi whilst everyone else had their share. Piccolo looked on in a mild mixture of disinterest and disgust. Eighteen stood with him, each with folded arms and stoic expressions. Her voice was cool, and as calm as ever.

"Disgusting"

Piccolo grunted in agreement and she continued.

"So you know this guy then?"

He looked at her and answered in low tones.

"Apparently, I don't have any memory of him, at least" he paused briefly "not anything I can pinpoint. I feel like I might have met him, but that's it".

She raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly in acknowledgment. She remembered a time when Piccolo wouldn't have said more that one word to her at a time. They had become something akin to friends over the years, having spent most of their time stood together at gatherings like this. He was also a good sparring partner, and was also one of the only Z warriors to be in somewhat regular contact with Seventeen. Marron tugged at the leg of her blue jeans and she looked down and smiled, lovingly. Piccolo smirked slightly at that.

Blue watched on, steely grey eyes betraying nothing. He hadn't known if the rumours were true, he had heard on his travels to New Namek about the Z fighters. He had asked, trying not to seem too interested, about the Namek that had become Kami on Earth. They hadn't known much, just that he had split into two entities, one good and one evil. They had fused together again to face a stronger enemy. That's as much as they had known. They had not mentioned that the evil half had actually had a son, and the son was now fused with the good half of the original Namek. I guess that's why those memories are well and truly gone.

His eyes held some sadness in them for a moment, as he remembered the Namek he used to know. I wish things could have been different.

Soon, everyone was ushered round a table in what Bulma dubbed, 'the garden conference room'. Which to Gohan, looked like a garden room that she had just put a table in, but he said nothing.

"Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed lunch. Now, Blue, tell us about this bad boy on his way to Earth!"

Blue coughed a little before speaking.

"Well, years ago when I was on Earth last, there was a man who murdered millions. You might know the event, it was a...biochemical weapon"

Gohan interrupted, his curiosity piqued.

"I think I've read about this, it wasn't well documented because so much was destroyed at the time, but...it was supposed to be a chemical enhancement right? I think they called it…" He searched his mind but Blue interrupted.

"It was called the Black Valley incident" he continued "the creator was just one man, but an alien to your world. Strong, intelligent and not to be underestimated. He's wanted for a number of things, genocide, breaking his ethical licence. He was a scientist".

Bulma thought then "right then, so we need to do some research!"

"You don't believe me?" Blue seemed bothered.

"It's not that, but we will be better prepared if we know what we're up against!"

"I don't think there'll be much left" Blue remembered it being a mess of misinformation, confusion and death.

This was when Master Roshi interrupted.

"Um, I've been around a long time...and I don't know about any Black Valley incident. Plenty of times millions died of course but, nope, don't know it!"

"Maybe it's known as something else! Either way, we'll look into it" She gave a thumbs up.

"So how strong is he?" Vegeta spoke from his position standing against the wall with Piccolo and Eighteen.

"Strong, in lots of ways. Mostly though, it's advantage is telepathy, it plays with your mind"

Vegeta sneered "well that's unhelpful"

"So we'll train anyway!" Yamcha was hopeful, if completely aware his strength was neither here nor there these days. But Baseball kept him busy.

Piccolo frowned. "Great, so our best chance is what? The tiny child emperor and maybe Tien and myself?"

Chiaotzu blinked innocently and Tien scowled at Piccolo's tone.

"And...me" Blue smiled "they sent me for a reason you know"

The Namek breathed heavily, the headache he'd had for two days ticking away like a clock, the hands against his forehead. Eighteen noticed he was in some pain and a very slight look of concern graced her features before it was gone again.

They had wrapped it up, Bulma immediately digging into research that afternoon. She asked Gohan if he'd like to join her in the search and he accepted the offer gladly. Videl just nodded and excused herself home, she was tired, pregnant and irritated that she knew that Gohan wouldn't let her anywhere near this fight whilst pregnant. She wondered though, whilst flying home, if her father's resources might be of some use.

Two days later, Piccolo landed back at Capsule Corp, and sighed. He found himself in human culture more and more these days. He walked to the door, but it was opened by an excited Bulma, her blue eyes peering up him with so much enthusiasm. For a moment, he was taken aback, and he had to blink a few times. His stomach was turning.

"Don't be surprised, I saw you from the window. Come on!" She grabbed his arm and in his temporary confusion he allowed it. He had come without his cape and turban, so he could fit through the narrow halls of Capsule Corp. Soon they arrived at the 'strategy room'. Gohan looked up from an old tome and smiled.

"Piccolo-san!"

"Hey kid"

The Namek looked around the room. "Where's Blue?"

"On his way" with that, Gohan stuck his nose straight back in his book.

He waited for the visitor's arrival. Blue came in and clasped a hand on Piccolo's back in greeting. Why must everyone touch me today?

"Tenchi! I'm-"

He stopped, tongue caught and looked at Piccolo in an apology, before continuing on like nothing had happened.

"I'm glad to see you, I hope the headache is better?"

Piccolo stared, he didn't remember telling anyone about the headache, especially not this interloper.

"I don't remember telling you"

Blue smiled "you didn't. You used to get headaches all the time, I could just see it on your face"

Piccolo continued to stare. How on Earth? He must be lying.

"So, Bulma, what's the news?" Blue was curious, it seemed.

"Well, i'm afraid we couldn't find any photos, which would have been helpful. But we did narrow it down, we didn't call it the Black Valley incident, it was the Black Mist. It started in a place called...Elorn Valley. Easy to see how you could have got them mixed up of course!"

She stopped to flick a few pages in her notes. Blue smiled.

"The scientist you mentioned, we're having some trouble finding out much about him. But we do have some accounts of his arrest! Oh, and how that happened. Apparently a group led by another scientist managed to catch him. That's when you must have arrived to take him away Blue?"

The alien seemed to hesitate for a few seconds before answering "yes, that sounds right".

Piccolo narrowed his eyes. That sounds right? What, he knows the way I look when I have a headache from 500 years ago but now he can't remember?

"Fabulous! Right, we'll keep working, I just wanted to make sure we were on the right track".

At that she motioned for them to leave, Piccolo frowned and Gohan just laughed at her antics.

"I'll pop by later Piccolo"

"Sure kid"

With that, he left, Blue following him down the corridor. Piccolo deliberately didn't look back and exited the building, growing irritated that he was still being followed.

"Piccolo"

He turned and crossed his arms, waiting for the blue haired man to talk.

"I'm sorry, if i've done something to offend you. It's just...I didn't lose my memory" He smiled then, shy suddenly "we were good friends".

"I don't know you. I'm sorry that you remember and I don't, but there's nothing I can do about that".

Blue nodded.

"That's fair".

Piccolo felt something then, guilt maybe. He exhaled slowly before giving in to it.

"Am I the same?"

Grey eyes lit up then and he nodded.

"In so many ways, as curt and as difficult as ever. You did relax over the years".

"How did you know me?"

Blue seemed to struggle with this bit.

"I...met you when this all happened, news of it got to the Galaxy police, he was already on our watch list you see. Then, I caught him, we became friends."

Piccolo nodded but something told him that wasn't quite right. Grey eyes looked at him in a dark sky, and it was raining.

"Are you okay?" Blue placed a hand on Piccolo's upper arm, his skin light against his own, like Gohan's. He felt it then, the faint whisper of recognition.

"Yeah, i'm fine." His deep voice betrayed him but Blue ignored it.

"Well, i'll see you then. Feel free to come by if you have any more questions".

Piccolo nodded and took off into the air unreasonably fast.

Blue watched him leave and was lost in thought when Vegeta startled him, emerging from the compound.

"Was that the Namek?!

The visitor nodded and Vegeta scowled.

"Coward! Coming here to see the woman instead of sparring with me!"

Blue laughed.

"You really are every bit of the Prince you're supposed to be aren't you?"

Vegeta looked directly at him then. So he knows of the Prince of Saiyans?

He mentioned it to Bulma later on whilst eating crackers in the kitchen, trying to seem like he didn't care. She pointed out that being over 500 years old, he probably knew a lot more about Saiyans than he did. He stopped mentioning it after that.

Three more days passed by before Piccolo couldn't stop himself any longer. Meditation was difficult at best, images of things he didn't remember plagued him, the headache came and went like a recurring nightmare. He decided to go back to the compound, he felt compelled even, perhaps the answers would help him meditate. Meditation in turn would surely cure this unending headache.

He flew steadily, not wanting to seem too anxious. To his dismay, however, when he arrived he soon realised that Capsule Corp already had visitors. Chi-chi, Bulma and Eighteen were sat at a table in the garden, he could hear them talking and laughing well before he landed. Trunks, Goten and Marron were playing. Bulma was shouting over at her lavender haired son as he pushed Marron in the pool.

"Trunks! Don't play too rough! Marron isn't half Saiyan!"

Eighteen just laughed, her daughter might be human but she was no weakling. And of course she scared the two little half saiyans, so she doubted that they would do anything to upset her little baby. She noticed Piccolo before the other two and stood, slowly walking over.

"Piccolo"

"Eighteen"

She looked around Piccolo's left and frowned. He blinked in surprise "what?"

"I think you forgot your toddler"

After a few moments, it dawned on him and he smirked.

"I didn't come for the mothers meeting"

Eighteen laughed and flicked her blonde locks in true Eighteen fashion.

"Figured, well Vegeta isn't here so I guess you're here to talk to the policeman"

He nodded. She waved at him dismissively as she walked away. Something about the way she waved made something pang in Piccolo's chest. As he turned his head right and she walked away, he couldn't help but think of the silver truck, glittering in the light, coming towards him on the road that stretched on forever. The dream that started these headaches. He groaned as he pushed the image down. Not this bullshit again.

He walked inside Capsule Corp. Bulma apparently didn't mind or didn't notice that he was roaming her home. He could feel the energy of the blue haired man and he pushed open the door to the 'research room'. Blue looked up and closed the book he was looking at.

"If you're looking for Gohan, he's not here. He is at work i'm told"

Piccolo grunted his acknowledgment. "Yes, I know. He teaches". He wasn't sure why he volunteered this information but continued anyway "I came to speak to you actually."

Blue looked up, leaning back in his chair, dark blue hair looking a lot like Goku's used to.

"Oh?"

Not one to beat around the bush, Piccolo got to the point.

"I keep seeing something. Of you, I think it's a memory, or something" He groaned internally, he wasn't making any sense, "it was raining heavily, dark but just after the sunset. I was stood, in front of a stone and you...you put your hand on my shoulder. Your turned me around and I remember..", your eyes. He felt uncomfortable.

Blue looked stunned, but then quelled the surprise and thought for a moment. He walked up to Piccolo, their eyes were more or less level.

"I remember that. It was raining so badly" he looked off to the side and Piccolo could see he was remembering "you were freezing, standing there in the graveyard. You lost someone you cared about. I was there for you. Yeah I remember that".

Blue smiled, genuinely, and looked so much like Gohan at that moment that it made Piccolo's chest flutter.

"I see" he burned with more questions but something told him he didn't know if he could handle it. Just the couple of memories he had were enough to be disrupting his normal life.

"I hope it helps".

Piccolo left quickly, he wasn't sure any of this was really helping. Eighteen watched him fly away and she frowned a little.

Gohan pushed his glasses back up his nose. It was after 4pm and he would have to drop by Capsule Corp before going home. He had been researching every chance he got. Three weeks left, and some madman scientist was going to reign down upon them. He thought of Dr Gero and grimaced, he felt like maybe they'd had their fair share of mad scientists.

His mobile vibrated and he clicked the home button, displaying the message.

Elorn Valley North East, dad's sources says there was a lab there. Be careful. V x

Gohan smiled, now that was progress. His wife was all he could have wished for and more, he quickly messaged her back before grabbing his suitcase and racing out the door. He text Bulma once he was in the air.

Won't be coming, V says there used to be a lab in Elorn Valley. Checking it out. Gohan

His reply was short but he did smile at it.

OK. Take Piccolo, keep me updated. BB x

He had already intended to pick up his mentor on the way. Piccolo could have been a detective in another life. Gohan day dreamed his way to the waterfall, picturing Detective Daimao, calling on the Great Saiyaman, solving crimes together. He knew Piccolo would be horrified and toyed with the thought of telling the irritable Namek. He was meditating when Gohan arrived but opened one eye in curiosity, wondering if the younger man had news. Good or bad.

"Hi, hate to just turn up like this, but Videl's done some digging, and apparently there used to be a lab up in Elorn valley back when this happened."

Gohan floated upwards, smiling. The invitation was implied and Piccolo gladly followed.

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