"Hi!"

Piccolo moaned, cracking open a sleep glazed eye to see an unfamiliar, dark haired girl smiling down at him, "Wha?"

"I'm Chichi," she continued without missing a beat, "what's your name?"

Convinced he was still halfway asleep from his usual nap-between-classes, Piccolo grunted a thick, "Get lost." And rolled onto his side on the grass away from her, shutting his eyes tight against the bright sunshine. He'd been up all night studying for his history exam and was feeling even more irritable than usual.

He heard an 'Oof!' As she sat down beside him. There was an obscene amount of zippers being opened, crinkling of bags, and finally the loud sound of crunching. Piccolo growled and propped himself up on his elbow, glaring over his shoulder at the girl who was casually eating a bag of potato chips, history book opened in her lap.

"Do. You. Mind?" He snarled.

The girls dark eyes met his and she blinked, clearly not understanding his hostility.

"I was asleep," he continued, "I've got to go back to class soon and you are distracting me."

Chichi's eyebrows knitted together, "How could I distract you if you were sleeping?"

Piccolo groaned; she had completely missed his point. "I was up all night studying and I was trying to catch up on some sleep before your masticating woke me up!" He snapped.

"Yeah, we're in the same history class." She said, seeming to ignore his rudeness, "that test is going to be pretty rough."

The Namekian frowned, this girl was in his class? He couldn't remember seeing her before, but he usually sat in the very top back row and could have easily missed her walking in, especially if he was studying.

Chichi popped another chip in her mouth and stretched her arms above her head. Piccolo swallowed and looked away, not wanting to admit he liked the way her back arched, "That's why I came over here and sat with the you, I recognized you and wanted to make sure you woke up on time." She continued.

Piccolo sighed, realizing the rest of his nap was not going to happen. He sat up, cracked his neck and sat awkwardly next to the odd but friendly girl, "My phone has an alarm," He said gruffly, "I would have woken up."

"I dunno," she said in a sing-song voice, "those snores you were making could have woken the devil."

His jaw dropped open, "Wha-I do NOT snore!" He sputtered.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that." Chichi flipped a page in her textbook.

"Woman-"

"Chichi." She corrected.

"Whatever! Go take your nosey ass somewhere else and let me be!"

Before he could spit out some more insults, her chip bag was shoved in his face.

"Have one! You're an awful big grouch, so that must mean your hungry!"

Piccolo's eyes narrowed, teeth grinding, "I don't want one."

The girl named Chichi rolled her eyes, "Oh please. I would know hanger anywhere. And you've definitely got a case of it. Just eat one."

"No."

"Come on."

"NO."

"Please?"

"Woman-"

Chichi shoved a chip in his mouth.

Piccolo crunched it irritably. At first it was to only get the damned thing out of the way so he could tell her to get lost, but then he realized how good it tasted. When had he last eaten? It must have been sometime yesterday, wasn't it? College life tended to be a big blur when you were drowning in homework.

The dark haired girl smirked at his sudden change in facial expression, "Better?"

He grunted, blushing.

"Here," she handed him the rest of the bag, "you finish it. I'm full anyways. I've got to go to the daycare, it's lunchtime and I'm sure my little guy will be hungry. He's only a few months old after all. See you in class?"

Piccolo nodded dumbly; this girl had a kid? His eyes wandered to her ring finger but it was bare. Chichi heaved her backpack over her shoulders and gave him a wave before heading towards the largest campus building. He watched her walk away until she had entered the main door before his hand was inside the bag to grab another chip.

Suddenly, history class was the farthest thing from his mind.