::B-chan sings:: Toki ni uzumoreta kioku no kanata... Sou sa boku-tachi wa tenshi datta... [hit by rotten tomato] ITAI! X.x;;;
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A light breeze rippled the tops of tall pines and made its way toward the round, white house of the Son family. Amai stood out in the front lawn, still in her training clothes, with a packed lunch hanging over her shoulder.
"Now mind your manners, Son Amai!" Chi chi called to her daughter from the kitchen window.
Amai waved her hand, "I will, Mom!"
"Do you want us to come with you?" Goten asked, walking toward her. He was dressed in his training clothes as well, and was heading off to the valley with Trunks.
"Nah, I'm okay, but thanks for the offer."
"No problem, sis," Goten smiled. "Take care, okay?"
Amai grinned. "You know I can fend for myself."
"Bye, Amai," Trunks said from behind Goten.
Amai blushed and turned away from the two boys. "Goodbye you guys, I should be back in a hour or so."
Goten nodded. "All right, we'll be where we were yesterday."
Amai smiled and nodded, still not turning around, "Okay, see you then!" With a run and a jump, she took off toward the sky, flying at full speed off to find Piccolo.
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Amai peered through the tall grasses that grew from the ground all around her, she lay flat on her stomach on a high riverbank watching a green man silently. The female part saiyan hadn't been there for more than a few moments, and tried to keep her power level low so as not to disturb the Namekian.
"I know you're there, Amai. If you need to talk to me, come out." came the gruff voice of Piccolo.
Amai blinked. She was as quiet as a mouse! And she kept her power level all the way down! So how? But she stood anyway and jumped down beside the river.
"Hello, Piccolo, sorry about hiding… I just didn't want to disturb you."
Piccolo smirked and opened his eyes. "Have you come for training?"
Amai shook her head and sat cross-legged on the ground. "I came to speak to you about a dream I had…"
This time it was the Namekian's turn to blink. "You came to me about a dream?"
She looked down to her hands folded in her lap. "Cause I thought maybe you could help. Goten and Trunks said you could."
Piccolo stared at the girl for a few moments before sighing and joining her on the grass. "Tell me about this … dream."
"Well, all I remember is seeing Gohan beaten really bad and just laying there on the ground. Then there were these five figures … but I couldn't see what they looked like … and then this big hand reached out and grabbed me."
The Namekian thought for a second his eyes once again closing in concentration.
Amai watched Piccolo patiently, lost in varied thoughts of her own. What if he can't help me? Then who do I go to? She sighed. I could ask Dende-sama, but he's the guardian of the Earth. I'd probley have to get an appointment or something! I wonder what Trunks is doing right now... And how can Piccolo possibly concentrate so hard without his brain exploding?!
"I think I have a solution to your problem," Piccolo said, his eyes still closed.
The girl jumped at the sudden break in silence, and clenched her fists on her knees. "What is it?"
The Namekian opened his eyes slowly and sighed. "Gohan is obviously in great danger according to your dream. The five figures represent five years, and during these five years Gohan will get hurt, or sick... Something that may become fatal. The giant hand, however... I don't know."
Amai sighed. "You mean Gohan'll die?" she said, tears forming.
Piccolo shook his head. "I don't know. All I know is what I told you."
"But he can't die! He's my brother, I love him, Piccolo! He can't die!"
The Namekian took a deep breath. "Gohan is a special boy, but that is what your dream foretells."
Amai sniffed and whipped the tears from her eyes. She wouldn't let that happen to her brother. "I'll just have to watch after him, then," she said after a while. "Thanks, Piccolo."
Piccolo nodded. "It might be wise to inform him of your dream."
"Yeah, I guess so."
Amai stood to leave and her eyes caught her lunch pack, still lying in the tall grasses where she had been previously been hiding.
"Hey, Piccolo, are you hungry?" she asked.
Piccolo shook his head, "No, thanks."
Amai nodded, "Okay, thanks a lot. I'll see you later."
"I hope my prediction was wrong, Amai," Piccolo said, standing. "But if anything happens out of the ordinary, don't try and handle it alone. Because according to you dream, you'll be unable to help in some way."
The girl nodded and ran to grab her lunch. If Gohan's in danger, I'll save him. I'm not going to wait for help!
After Amai had eaten her lunch, she headed toward her brother's home, she had decided the sooner she told him, the better. As she flew toward it however, her attention was elsewhere. For right ahead Trunks flew along with Goten, and the two were super saiyans, their golden hair flying away from their faces and their training clothes ruffling in the breeze.
"Trunks! Goten!" the part-saiyan female yelled.
Trunks slowed hearing his name and flew up next to her. "Hey Amai!"
"What's going on?" she asked, trying to push the mixed feelings into the back of her head. God he looks hott when he's super...
"We felt a power surge from Gohan's house."
"Well, I mean he could be training?"
Trunks shook his head, "It was different, it felt ... like he was getting ready to fight an enemy he couldn't beat."
Amai looked down to the ground worridly. "It's the dream."
The boy part-saiyan looked to his friend, "What did Piccolo say?"
"He said Gohan was in trouble," she closed her eyes holding back the tears. "He said he might become fatally sick, or hurt."
Trunks looked ahead a frown on his face, "Man... we better hurry! Come on!"
The two charged up and sped after Goten, toward Gohan's house.