Inside the Lookout, Kami sat himself on his throne and took his Chrystal ball before him. He knew nothing good was going to come out of what he was about to do, but he couldn't help himself. He rubbed the ball's aura and soon many changing images of the Earth were before him. There was a playground with dozens of children of all ages running around and having fun without a care in the world. Proud parents having a keen eye on their offspring on the side while chatting with one another. Mothers that were feeding their newborn babies while having a break from a stroll in a park, and fathers teaching their sons how to ride a bicycle. Seeing all this made him happy but sad the same time, knowing he would never experience the same as these humans did.
But also, he saw a lot of children whose parents didn't have time for them, or didn't take good enough a care of them in some other way, or were even being abused by their parents in various ways, which not only made him terribly sad but also enraged him in ways that made him almost wish he hadn't casted his evil half away so that he'd be able to beat some sense in the skulls of these thickheaded fools who dared to take something as precious and wonderful as their own children for granted! Or worse, treated them like garbage! He just couldn't understand it. What was wrong with these people?
He closed the ball and bent over covering his face with his hands. He stayed in that position for a good while.
Kami sighed once again. He had realized these things had been a lot in his mind as of late, and he kept wondering why. Why was the fact that he had no biological heir bothering him so much and was repeatedly on his mind these days? It had been centuries ago since the subject had been as relevant for him as it was now.
He looked back to his younger days, when he had only recently become the Guardian. He admitted that one of the bigger reasons to why he ever even wanted to become one was that this way he had the access to the very Chrystal ball he had just used. He remembered how anxious he had been to use the ball the very first time and how he didn't do much of anything else for the very first years of his reign.
He had wanted to find other people of his kind by using the ball, as he had never come across any by traveling around the world. He had been hopeful. Perhaps that way he finally could have found where he belonged, and perhaps find himself a mate he needed to start a family, something that had been his dream after being alone for his entire life, living as an outsider among a race that was not of his own kind – and who would have rather hunted him down for being different, than been his friends.
But as years came by and went, the poor Guardian had no choice but to admit his defeat and face the truth; the ball didn't lie. There indeed was not a single being like himself on Earth… Aside himself and his evil half, that he had casted and finally locked away long ago. The realization had been heartbreaking for him. Not only did it mean he would never find himself a spouse, but more importantly… He would never be able to have a family. It had stung him real hard and he had been depressed for years after that. Not even creating the Dragon Balls had solved his problem, since Shenron couldn't create a new soul out of nowhere. So with that door also closed, he had long since given up hope and buried the dream deep within himself trying his best concentrating in being an excellent Guardian instead, as it seemed the only thing he could do. Never wanting to get his hopes up and disappointing again he had hardened his heart and during the next few centuries he had almost managed to forget about the whole thing. After only a few decades nothing even reminded him about this "silly" dream of his any longer, and it had been so until now. So why was the subject up again, he did not understand.
Kami meditated on the subject for a good while. After some time he came to the conclusion that it all had to do with him closing death. His subconscious had to realize he was nearing his end, and needed to ensure that his genetic legacy would live on, thus making him want to have children. He sighed. How selfish could nature be? Had he not just witnessed countless of children being abused and all he could think about is how his own legacy, even if perhaps his entire species' legacy, was closing extinction? Kami was appalled by his thoughts. Such thoughts he considered something that were everything but proper for a person in his position. Maybe it was for the best interest for him that he buried the dream he knew would never come true anyway for good and make sure either Goku or Krillin would be there to take his place after his departure. But why did it feel so meaningless? Why was he hurting so much from the inside? That said he headed towards his chambers with a look on his face that said he could as well die now, as if he had no reason to live for anymore. He sighed. "Oh Kami, you're an old fool. You should know better than this about getting sentimental over something that you know you can never have." He said to himself, closing the door to his private quarters and going to sleep.