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I don't like this chapter… It has no fighting in it at all… Curse you chapters without battles!

Senzai: More specifically, it doesn't have me in it. That alone should make you not like it.

No. You are not getting in the story. You just don't fit in anywhere in the plot, it wouldn't make sense.

Senzai: Curse your Dragon Ball AF plot…

Yeah, well anyway, I'm glad to see that people like this story… That's incentive to continue! Well, anyway, onward to the seventh installment!


The Newest Disciple of Piccolo

Gohan lowered his fist and his head, an eerie quiet befalling the Kame House after he'd voiced his threat to Shinji. Videl moved first, standing from her seat beside Chi-Chi and taking a cautious step towards her husband.

"Gohan?" She whispered, breaking the silence.

Gohan didn't answer her, but instead he simply stood there with his back to both Videl and the entire Senshi.

"Are you alright?" She outstretched her hand and rested it on his left shoulder.

Without thinking, he quickly shrugged her hand off. "Leave me alone Videl…" Muttered Gohan.

"But Gohan—"

"Leave me be!" Shouted the upset half-breed, his aura bursting about him as he took off, soaring up into the soft blue sky.

Videl started after him, but found a leathery green hand on her shoulder, holding her back.

"Get off of me!" Cried Videl, trying to break free but to no avail as the Namek's iron grip held her steady. "I have to go help Gohan!"

"No," said Piccolo, shaking his head. "He needs time to think."

Videl struggled harder at that. "Let me go Piccolo!"

Just then, another hand found its way onto her shoulder, this hand softer and fair skinned, easily contrasting Piccolo's hand.

Videl turned her gaze to the hand and saw Chi-Chi beside her, her face defined by a small, sad smile.

"I don't understand…" Muttered Videl, looking at Chi-Chi, eyes tearing. "Why won't you let me help Gohan?"

Chi-Chi kept her sad smile, shaking her head a little. "Trust me, I understand just how much you want to help him Videl, I really do. But as much as we want to, we can't smother him with help. Gohan's the type that will come to you when he needs you, he isn't afraid to ask for help. He'll come to us when he's ready. But for right now, he just needs some alone time."

"You're that last person I expected to hear something like that from…" Mumbled Videl, her shoulders slumping. "But I guess you're right…" She sat back down on the couch, Chi-Chi following suit. Videl sighed deeply, then leant forward and wrapped her arms around her mother-in-law, embracing her tightly. "Thank you Chi-Chi…"

Chi-Chi nodded, and hugged her back.

Bulma looked at Chi-Chi strangely. I've never seen her act like that… Weird. She shrugged and started to look away, when she noticed the enormous hole in the floor.

"Vegeta!"

How could I have forgotten! She berated herself, quickly latching onto Krillin and shaking him. "Please tell me you have some beans left over!"

"Ah! Wa-ah! Wait!" Stuttered Krillin, Bulma's shaking making it hard for him to speak. He fumbled around for the bag, dropping it to the ground. The impact of hitting the ground jarred the pouch loose and two beans fell out.

"Yes!" Cried Bulma in a shrilly, excited voice. She released Krillin who grabbed at his head, holding it still.

"Man… Do I feel dizzy," mumbled the former monk.

Bulma scooped up the two beans and carefully climbed downward into the hole, stepping down onto the sandy surface beneath the house. The small grains lightly crunched beneath her feet as she touched down, crunching a little more loudly as she crouched down beside her husband, putting one bean into his mouth.

She moved his jaw with her soft hands, making the fallen prince chew the bean, the bean crunching between his teeth. She lightly rubbed his throat, making sure Vegeta swallowed it. Just as it fell down his esophagus into his stomach, Vegeta's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up and saw his mate hovering over him.

"Are you alright Vegeta?" Asked Bulma worriedly.

"Of course I'm alright woman," snapped the Prince, pushing her back as he sat up. "I don't need your help."

"Ooh!" Shouted Bulma, fuming with anger. "I don't even know why I was worried about you, you jerk!" She stood up, climbing out of the hole in the ground. "Next time I'll just leave you in the dirt, arm broken and all!" She stormed off, walking outside to tend to her son.

Vegeta climbed to his feet and leapt up out of the hole, landing on the wooden floor of Roshi's battered home. "Where'd that little brat go?"

"He left Vegeta," responded Piccolo. "And I suggest we do the same. He only gave us five days to train before he'd strike again."

"I don't need to train to defeat that pathetic weakling. He hides behind his lackeys because he knows he isn't strong enough to face me, I could crush him without effort."

"I wouldn't be so arrogant Vegeta, especially after getting beaten so easily."

Vegeta growled and took a menacing step towards the Namekian, standing face to chest with Piccolo, who towered over Vegeta by a full head. "Shut up turban-boy, before I ram that turban down your throat."

"I'd like to see you try Vegeta," retorted Piccolo, unshaken by the Prince's advance.

Goten moved between the two warriors, separating them. "Guys, c'mon, we can't start fighting each other, we have Shinji to worry about!"

"As much as I'd like to shut you up Vegeta, Goten's right," said Piccolo.

Vegeta turned around, growling angrily as he leapt into the air, soaring off into the heavens much in the same manner as Gohan.

"Everybody's just up and leaving all over the place," muttered Goten, sitting back down.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," added Krillin, as he sat down too.

Goten sighed. "I wish dad was here…"

"Yeah, Goku would make everything right, like he always does," said Chaotzu.

Tien nodded. "Goku would definitely teach that guy a lesson."

"But Goku isn't here," commented Piccolo. "And we all need to start training now, so we can at least stand a chance at defeating them."

"Right," agreed Tien. "Let's get going you guys." With that, Tien lifted Launch up into his arms and walked out, followed by Yamcha, Puar and Chaotzu, the five leaving Kame House.

"Oh man…" Mumbled Krillin. Here we go again… I thought we were done after Goku beat Shenron… How do we keep winding up in these situations? "Well, let's go Juuhachi, we have some training to do."

She nodded to her husband, and then looked to her brother. "You coming Juunana?"

Juunana shrugged. "I wasn't going to do anything else today…"

"Okay, let's go Maron," said Krillin. And with that, Krillin's family left the island house, leaving only the Son family, Briefs family, Piccolo and Master Roshi.

Bulma peeked her head inside the house. "C'mon Bra, we're leaving."

"But mom—"

"No buts young lady," reprimanded her mother, "We're going home now."

"Aww…" Bra whined, sulking. "See ya Pan."

"Bye Bra," Pan said back, watching her best friend and Bulma leave the house.

Videl sighed. "I guess we better be going too." She stood up, looking to Chi-Chi. "You coming Chi-Chi?"

Chi-Chi nodded. "I might as well… Come on dad." The elderly Ox-King shook his head. "What? You're not coming?"

"No… I want to stay here."

"But why?"

"Please Chi-Chi… I want to spend some time with my old Master," explained the graying Ox-King. "Maybe help him rebuild."

Chi-Chi smiled a little. "Okay dad. I guess I'll stay here with you then." She looked over to Videl. "You staying Videl?"

Videl shook her head. "No, I think Pan and I should head home. So when Gohan decides to come home…"

"Oh. Okay, I understand," said Chi-Chi. "I guess we'll see you in five days…"

"Okay Chi-Chi. You stay safe guys." Videl turned to her daughter. "Come on Pan, let's go."

"Okay mom… See ya uncle Goten, Grandma and great-Grandpa."

"Bye Pan," the Son family said in unison as Gohan's family left the house.

"Well… I suppose we should get to work," said the Ox-King, lifting himself up to his full, towering height.

Piccolo nodded. I have my own training to do… He started to walk out, but found a hand on his shoulder. The Namekian turned and looked, seeing Goten. "What is it Goten?"

"I have a favor to ask Piccolo," said Goten, his ebony orbs meeting Piccolo's eyes.

"Well? What is it?"

"Could you… Well, could you train me?"

Piccolo cocked a brow. "Why? You have Gohan and Trunks."

Goten nodded. "I know… But I also know how strong Gohan got after he trained with you… And if it worked for Gohan, it can work for me too."

"The strength your brother has isn't only because of my doing," responded Piccolo. "His father, the Old Kaio, and most especially Gohan himself brought him to the level he's at now."

"I understand all that. But you were the first person to really train him… And I want to be just as strong as Gohan."

"So you think that training under me will make you that strong?"

"Yeah, I do. Besides, you're a good teacher. You remember how quickly me and Trunks learned how to fuse after you started teaching us?"

Piccolo studied Goten's face long and hard. "I also remember that it took you three tries to get the fusion perfect."

"Yeah but—"

Piccolo had already turned his back, and had started walking towards the door.

Goten's shoulders slumped. "I guess that's a no…" The tall alien stopped walking. "Right?"

"Come with me Goten," Piccolo said quickly before leaping into the air and taking off into the skies.

"Huh?" Goten looked puzzled. "Hey, wait up!" Cried the teen, soaring upwards and after his older brother's mentor.

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A tall figure touched down on a tiled surface, his feet making no sound as he landed on the marble floor. A soft breeze blew over the floating palace grounds, the leaves of the potted plants swaying gently along with the figure's white cape. It left as quickly as it had come; the figure's baggy purple pants billowing a little in the breeze.

"Piccolo!" Called out a voice.

Piccolo turned his gaze left and beheld a slightly shorter, younger Namekian holding a wooden staff, and a round, jet-black figure watering the plants, the droplets of water lightly cascading out of the can's nozzle and onto the awaiting plants below.

"It's good to see you again Piccolo," greeted the jet-black figure.

Piccolo nodded. "Good to see you too Mr. Popo, and you Dende."

"Hey Piccolo!" Dende said with a smile. "What brings you up here?"

"You'll see," Piccolo said, turning his gaze to the sky just off the far edge of the marble platform.

As if on cue, Goten flew upward over the top of the platform. "Its about time we got here!" Called out the second son of Goku, just as he touched down on the marble.

"Piccolo… Is Goten here for…well, what I think he's here for?"

Piccolo nodded, cracking a rare grin. "Son Goten is my newest disciple. And I intend to make him my greatest pupil."


With seven parts done, we're getting closer and closer to the battle with Shinji. These chapters without battles usually aren't my best work...That's my opinion anyway. What's yours? You can tell me your opinions or you could ask me any questions you might have. How? Leaving me a review! I understand you don't have to, but all I ask of you is to leave me a review, cause good or bad, I want to hear more opinions on this story! And thanks to you guys who did review, I do appreciate it. Okay, until next time, Golden out.