Mind Games – Epilogue

A Dragonball Z fanfic

By Hana Noir

Mr. Popo outdid himself on dinner that night. Tien and Chau-tzu joined them, bringing Tien's girlfriend Lunch along with them. The friendly dark haired girl had taken one look at Kyrie's hair and had been horrified. She had cadged a pair of scissors from Mr. Popo and hustled Kyrie outside for a haircut. Tien had looked a bit worried but had refrained from commenting. The two women had returned twenty minutes later, chatting and laughing, obviously having hit it off.

Kyrie's hair was now trimmed in a sleek, fashionable bob, about even with her chin. It looked nice, but Piccolo couldn't help but to feel a twinge of regret for her long hair. He had kind of liked it that way. He was glad she was happy though, watching her with Lunch and the others made him realize what a sociable person she was. She wasn't the kind of person who was content to be alone for long.

Leaning against the wall, outside the group, made him feel a bit odd. But he didn't think he'd be much more comfortable taking a seat at the crowded, noisy table either. He was surprised when Kyrie looked up, her eyes catching his. She gave him a smile that warmed his heart, because it was a smile meant for him, and him alone. She had other smiles, but this one was his. He couldn't explain the difference, he only knew it existed, and it made him feel like the most powerful person on the face of the earth.

He shook his head when he realized that Tien had said his name and was looking at him strangely. "What?"

"I said, when do you want to go back in the Room?" Tien repeated, hiding his smile. Piccolo has it bad, he thought. He just doesn't realize how bad.

"The day after tomorrow?" he asked, his questions sounding more like a statement. Lunch and Tien exchanged a looked, a pink blush spreading across her cheeks.

"That's fine," Tien said. "I'll need something to occupy my time."

"I've got an appointment for that day," Lunch said, still blushing. Then her face brightened as she got an idea. "Why don't you come with me, Kyrie? I'll call Bulma and we can make a day of it. No sense in you just sitting here watching those doors!"

Kyrie hesitated for a second, not wanting to look at Piccolo and see what he thought. I can do what I want without permission, she thought. "Sure," she replied. "Sounds like fun! Besides, I need to check my bank accounts anyway." A thought occurred to her. "Piccolo, didn't you say my capsule case is here somewhere? I need my laptop for my banking information."

He nodded curtly, not too sure he liked the idea of her going off into the city. But, he asked himself, what's the worst that could happen?

"Wonderful!" Lunch said, clapping her hands. In her exuberance, she knocked over the pepper shaker, sending a cloud of spice into the air. Tien and Chau-tzu both scrambled madly to contain the damaged as Lunch let out a loud sneeze.

Kyrie couldn't help but to blink as a suddenly blond Lunch glared at them all. "Oh keep your pants on," she sneered, "I ain't about to do anything stupid." She reached for the pepper on the table and inhaled, triggering another sneezing fit.

I've seen it all now, Kyrie thought as dark-haired Lunch looked around sheepisly. Well, at least it's not caused by water…