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"Papa!" 4 year old Pan whined, throwing herself on the red sofa dramatically. She had been up since 5 am, running around the house excited for the get together with the rest of her family and all their close family friends. Her short black hair was a mess as always, Videl couldn't get her to sit still long enough for her to brush it. She wore her favorite orange GI that was identical to her grandfather, Goku's. Tiny black shoes on her tiny feet.

Gohan looked up from the thick textbook he was reading at his desk and looked at his watch, 9am. They still had hours to go. But he had to admit it himself, he was ready to go now. He was anxious to see the old gang again. Over the years he saw them once in a while, either dropping Pan off for playdates with Marron, Bra or Camille. But it had been years since they were all at the same place at the same time.

Videl was still in her PJs in the kitchen cooking. All the women were probably busy cooking by now. It took a lot to feed all those Siayans. Gohan knew that she would cook until the last minute, then spend hours trying to decide what to wear or how to do her hair. He sighed they were never going to get out of here on time.

"Papa!" Pan wailed again, this time pushing herself off the couch and stomping over to him, her tiny hands on her hips.

He raised his eyebrow at her then grinned, taking off his reading glasses. His older sister, Anabel, would be awake by now and so would her 5 year old daughter, Camille. Piccolo never slept so he knew for sure he was awake probably training. Anabel wouldn't mind if they had some company this morning, it would keep both Piccolo and Camille off her back so she could cook. Gohan leaned down and smiled at his daughter. "Shh, Panny…Wanna go see Uncle Piccolo and Camille?"

Pan's smile was almost brighter than the sun. "Yes!"

"Then you got to be quiet so Mom doesn't notice us leaving," Gohan stood up and took Pan's hand. Together they tiptoed to the front door and out into the yard. Once they were in the yard they both grinned at each other then jumped up into the air.

"I'll race you, Papa!" Pan giggled, taking off at her full speed.

Gohan grinned at the tiny warrior, letting her fly ahead. Even though he had been slacking off on his training the past couple years, he was easily a lot faster than her. But he had to admit he was way faster than he was at that age and she got a lot more spunk and courage too. She defiantly got that from her mom.

In the clearing not far from their small home, Piccolo hovered in the air. His legs and arms crossed, his head bowed low in concentration. He had left his sleeping wife in bed in the middle of the night to come out here and meditate. He had been in this position for hours now occasionally sparks of energy crackled around him. This was just a daily routine for him and his wife. Because he didn't sleep, he lay in bed with her wife usually until she fell asleep then came out here to mediate before a day of training. Then in the morning when Anabel woke up she took care of their daughter, Camille, making sure she bathed and ate before she went off to kindergarten.

Today Camille didn't have kindergarten. So after she ate breakfast, her mother did her hair and helped her change into some of her nicer clothes for the get together later today. Once she was done, Anabel shooed Camille from the house so she could begin her cooking. Camille didn't mind being sent outside. Occasionally she liked helping her mother in the kitchen but that was usually only when she knew she was making cakes or sweets. Her father didn't agree for her to eat such things so it was a special event when her mother would invite her into the kitchen to make them.

In his deep meditation, Piccolo could feel a presence creeping near him. He knew his daughter was trying to do a surprise attack from the rear. Hiding a smirk, he waited for her to move first. Once he felt her jump into the air, preparing a roundhouse kick to his back, Piccolo quickly reached out in less than a split second and grabbed the girl's ankle. She screamed and fought back from this but she wasn't going anywhere. Piccolo touched down to the ground still holding his daughter upside down.

"Daddy!" she whined, trying to kick his hand with her other foot or punch his stomach that was now eye level to her.

"If you had suppressed your energy and attacked faster that may have work." He mused, dropping her.

She whined again once he let her go, rolling out of the fall so not to land on her head, she jumped up on her feet. "Mama told me not to get my clothes dirty," she grumbled, dusting off her sweater and patting her hair to make sure none of it was out of place.

Piccolo took in the ridiculous outfit his wife had put their daughter in. She was wearing a light grey dress that fell just above her knees and dark grey stockings and boots, a pale yellow sweater on her arms. Her long hair braided nicely away from her face. It was cute, but Piccolo would never admit that. He rolled his eyes. "She'll get over it."

"That was my fastest attack yet…" Camille went on. "But you still caught it."

"Then it wasn't fast enough," he turned around prepared to go back to mediation.

Annoyed Camille's face pinched up and she ran after her father, pulling her fist back for another attack. She swung thinking she had finally got him but her first just flew in the blank air. She blinked then her heart stopped when she could sense her father behind her. He grabbed her first that now hung in the air and with just the flick of his arm sent her flying backwards into a tree. Piccolo glanced over his shoulder, he didn't throw her that hard so she only hit the thick tree trunk making it shake and the leaves above rustle. The tiny blond girl collapsed onto her bottom at the base of the tree, rubbing her back and grumbling to herself.

Her eyebrows knitting together in anger she pushed herself up off the ground and crossed her arms over her chest. Camille was Piccolo's child. Anabel wasn't against training her but she didn't want to start training her at the age Piccolo did. A month after the girl learned to walk, Piccolo trained her. For their "playtime" he would make Camille run from tree to tree getting faster each time. He would throw rocks for her to dodge them. Or teach her basic forms of fighting. Anabel contributed to Camille's training but didn't have the heart to train with her as rough as Piccolo did. Piccolo would never seriously hurt his daughter. But a few bruises and scrapes were nothing her Namekian and Siayan blood couldn't handle.

Camille opened her mouth to say something but then froze listening hard to the wind. Her ears weren't pointed like Piccolo's but they were just as sensitive. "Someone's coming." She declared.

Piccolo nodded looking in the direction the KI's were traveling. He knew he felt familiar energy's but he could never be sure. The earth had been at peace for many years now, they were due for some trouble. He snapped his fingers and Camille instantly shuffled to his side, hiding behind him slightly, looking up in the sky.

"Hey, guys!" Piccolo would recognize that voice anywhere and he sighed dropping his guard. Camille snickered that her father got worked up for nothing. He gave her a hard look and she regained her composure.

Gohan and Pan dropped down into the clearing together with the biggest goofiest grins that they could muster on their faces.

"Cami!" Pan squealed running up to hug her cousin. Camille was always pretended to be composed like Piccolo. She tried to pretend toys were nothing to her and her younger cousin was just a nuisance to her but she couldn't help smile and hug her back.

Gohan smiled brightly at Piccolo. "How's it going, Piccolo? Long time no see! I see Anabel and Cami all the time at kindergarten but not you! What are you doing out here, hiding from the rest of the world?"

"Yes," Piccolo said shortly.

Gohan laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "I guess you were never a people person. What are you guys doing out here? Some training?"

Piccolo nodded. "Camille's been trying to attack me. She's too slow."

Camille darkened behind him and both Piccolo and Gohan exchanged grins.

"How about we have a race then?" Gohan suggested, clapping his hands together. "Me and Piccolo vs Camille and Pan."

"That's not fair, Papa!" Pan cried. "You two are grown-ups you'll win!"

Gohan held up one hand. "No, no, we'll make it fair. We'll do a race around the world. We'll give you, girls a whole 2 minute start."

Piccolo raised an eyebrow and glanced at the two tiny warriors. The two huddled together whispering to each other in hushed tones before turning back around to their fathers. "Deal!" they declared at the same time.

Gohan grinned, both Camille and Pan were pretty much evenly matched, they should have no problem keeping up with each other around the world. He looked at Piccolo and he nodded once. "Okay then, girls! Ready, set…..GO!" he shouted and the tiny half Siayan with the choppy black hair and the mixed Siayan, Namekian, with the long blond braid took off into the air at lightning speed.

"Wow…"he mused as in just seconds the two could no longer be seen. "Their fast..."

Piccolo nodded then jumped into the air. "Let's go."

"Wait! It hasn't been two minutes!" the young man blinked.

"Two minutes and they'll already be back here. You want to teach them to push themselves. Life isn't fair. I did the same to you when you were a kid."

Sighing Gohan nodded and jumped up into the air. The two men took off after their daughters. They were surprised to see how far they actually got during the small head start. When they finally got close enough to see them they were crossing the big deep ocean.

Pan looked back and shrieked seeing the adults on their heels. "Cami! Their on us!"

"Cheaters!" Camille growled, glancing over her shoulder then turning back around. She let her power flow through her and she picked up the pace. Her younger cousin tried doing the same but failed. Being half human she was at a disadvantage. Camille couldn't leave her. That was one of the first lessons her father had thought her. Never abandon friends and family. "If they wanna play dirty, we gotta play dirty!"

The two tiny warriors exchanged a look and nodded. They stopped in midair and turned back to the men rushing on them. Camille extended one hand out towards Pan and she did the same. "Solar Flare!" they screamed in unison and the sky around them flashed into a blinding light, painful to even look at. They grinned, that was just a little trick they picked up from Tien. They couldn't do it by themselves yet but together they could. Turning from the flash the girls took off again pushing their speed to the limits.

Piccolo and Gohan were forced to stop and shield their eyes from the light. "Smart move." Gohan laughed once the light finally subsided. Piccolo grumbled to himself his eyes adjusting back to normal the girls had vanished, they could feel their energy hit the halfway point in the world. Pan and Camille were making their rotation back towards home.

It didn't take long for the men to catch back up to the girls but by the time they did they were only a few hundred miles from home. They had just passed over West City, where Capsule Corp was located. Vaguely Gohan and Piccolo noted that they couldn't feel Vegeta or Trunks home. It never occurred to them to be a big deal until they were over the trees outside the city. In front of the racing four was a large flying car, almost the size of a school bus a giant Capsule Corp "C" logo printed on the side. Their eyes going wide both Gohan and Piccolo put on their breaks slowing down for the vehicle.

Giggling wildly that they were winning the girls looked back at their fathers slow down. They didn't even notice the car in front of them. Suddenly out of the corners of their eyes they saw the yellow figure. But it was too late they had no time to serve and miss it. They screamed, bracing themselves as they collided into the vehicle. The metal screeched and inside women started screaming.

Watching the crash from afar was terrifying. The flying pod caved in from the rear as the girls ripped through it. Not even it could slow their amazing speed and in moments they were ripping completely through the car, crashing out the other side. The giant, yellow car hovered in the air for several seconds, completely split in half. Camille and Pan had finally stopped on the other side, their arms in front of their faces, their eyes squeezed shut. Seconds later the two half metal pieces creaked and moaned before bursting into flames, plummeting down to the Earth. Through the smoke Gohan and Piccolo saw 2 figures jump out of the vehicle, holding something in their arms. They were about to go help but quickly stopped, realizing the figures needed no help.

Slowly they opened their eyes and turned around the see the damage. The blood in both of the children's faces drained until they were pale white they were almost green. The pits of their stomachs dropped and they felt worse than they ever felt before they thought they would throw up. What had happened to the people inside?

From the other side the two fathers had been too worried about their daughters to take in the severity of the crash. Gohan rushed to Pan, snatching her up into his arms, looking over her cataloging every bruise or scratch. The 4 year old just whimpered weakly, curling up into his arms, big crocodile tears welling up in her eyes. Piccolo held his daughter at arm's length, making sure she was not severely damaged. The 5 year old just stared at the ground where the car now lay burning in the dirt. In the back of her mind she wondered by her father was not busting her behind by now. Injuring humans was the worst offense she could ever do. Why wasn't he mad? When Camille looked up at her father she knew she wasn't completely off the hook. He shot her a hard look with his stern eyes and her stomach dropped lower.

"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness," a hysterical voice was repeating and the four warriors turned around to see the Prince of Siayans floating in the air behind them, his face dark. In his arms a hysterical, blue haired, Bulma had her arms wrapped around his neck so tight they doubted he could breathe. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she continued to wait to hit the ground. When she never did she opened her eyes and took in the scene. Her car now lay in flames at the bottom of the forest floor, she blinked then looked up to see a two guilty little girls, and their just as equally guilty fathers in her eyes.

Gohan and Piccolo grimaced as they watched Bulma's expression changed from fear to outrage. Pan curled up tighter in her Papa's chest and Camille slowly inched behind her father's cape. Like a shark, Bulma opened her mouth her teeth as sharp as razors. "YOU IDIOTS! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" she screamed, kicking in her husband's arms and punching the air.

"We didn't do it, Bulma…the girls did…they didn't know their own strength!" Gohan held up his hands innocently.

"IT WASN'T THEIR FAULT! THEIR ONLY CHILDREN THEY DIDN'T KNOW ANY BETTER!"

"I thought it was impressive…" Vegeta smirked, evilly to do nothing but tease his wife.

Bulma's face was bright red everyone believed it would explode. Behind them a teenaged Trunks appeared, holding the mini version of his mother, his little sister, Bra. She glared at her other two tiny friends. Being only a year older than Camille, Bra believed that she was in charge of the group of hers. She huffed, brushing any debris off her light purple dress, then putting her tiny hands on her hips. "You two are such babies!" she scolded. "I mean come on your acting like a bunch of tomboys! When are you going to grow up and be a civil lady like me?" she flipped her longer blue hair over she shoulder.

Trunks stifled a laugh. His little sister was far from the "civil lady" she claimed to be. She was just a whiney, spoiled princess. Pan's face fell more than it already was and she hid her face in Gohan's chest. Camille rolled her eyes and hid further behind Piccolo.

"I'm sorry, Bulma!" Gohan apologized.

"We'll pay for the damage," Piccolo grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Bulma…" Camille whispered.

"Yeah, sorry Ms. Bulma." Pan whimpered, tears still filling the rim of her eyes.

Bulma sighed over dramatically looking at the two sweet girls. No one could stay mad at them long. "No, no, its fine…I make those things anyway I have a million at home." She looked back down at the wreckage. "The only problem was all the food I had cooked for the get together was in there. I was going to finish the rest with Anabel. Just looks like someone's going to have to run to the store for me and pick up some more ingredients." She looked back at her son.

Trunks groaned.

Together they all flew to Piccolo and Anabel's small home. Anabel was already standing outside, waiting for their arrival ringing her apron in her hands. Her father Goku and second brother Goten were outside with her. The two almost identical pair smiled goofily as they touched down to the ground.

"Hey, guys!" Goku greeted them.

"Grandpa!" Pan giggled. Gohan set her down and she ran to her grandfather hugging his knees.

Goku put a hand on top of her choppy hair and smiled. "Hey, squirt."

Anabel rushed to her husband and daughter. "We all felt that," she explained, getting to her knees to better examine her baby. "What happened?"

Camille and Pan looked down at their shoes embarrassed and ashamed. Piccolo and Gohan gave them stern looks. "There was an accident…" Camille started slowly, fessinging up to her mother.

"We sort of broke Ms. Bulma's car." Pan finished, kicking the dirt anxiously.

Anabel's eyes went wide and she looked up at Piccolo for better explanation. He just rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Vegeta sat Bulma on her high heeled feet and she shrugged. "Hey, no big deal. No one got hurt that's all that matters. But we got some work to go, Anabel. Trunk's is going to run to the store then we gotta make up for what I lost. Girls, I think its fair enough to say as punishment you'll have to help."

Bra smiled, she loved to help in the kitchen. Camille nodded, accepting her punishment. Pan threw her head back and whined. Cooking food wasn't as much fun as eating food. Gohan shot her another hard look and she finally nodded accepting the punishment.

"I'll help you at the store, Trunks!" Goten called excitedly. "Valerie works there maybe we can see her!"

Trunks rolled his eyes at another one of Goten's silly crushes but nodded and the two teenagers took off into the air.

"We can get some training in while the ladies cook!" Goku cheered to Vegeta, causing Vegeta to just roll his eyes and nod. The two full blooded Siayans took off further into the woods to find the perfect training spot.

Before the half Saiyan and Namekian could follow them Anabel stood up looking between her own daughter and her niece. "Look at you two! You're a mess!" Piccolo's wife turned to give him a hard glare. "You know how long it took to doll her up like that now look at her!" she scolded gesturing to his child's wrinkled dress and the holes and runs in her tights, her long blond hair almost completely fell out of the braid. Then Anabel turned to her little brother. "And don't think your off the hook either, Gohan! Videl called me asking where you two are she was worried sick! She didn't even have time to dress Pan up this morning! You're in so much trouble when I tell her you're here!"

The female half Saiyan reached down to grab both tiny warrior's hands. "Don't worry I'll clean them up! But you two are in big trouble!" She shouted as she marched the two tiny girls into the house.

Piccolo and Gohan exchanged desperate, guilty looks. Wives. They were scarier than any monster they had ever faced.

Please read and review. Nothing negative! always positive! always constructive! please leave a comment keep me motivated! :)

I don't own Dragon Ball Z