Your POV:

"Hey I'm running from the overseeing law mind if I come inside."

This kid has such an apperance. Half of his face has light toned skin, but the other half was a dark shade of green. One dark black eye, and yet has one eye catching blue eye. Has clothes are ragged and torn. And yet, he's smiling up at the towering figure.

"Hey, yeah sure..."

He first started to back up, and then jumped and collided in a hug that vaguely resembles a strange hold. No words were said, and yet nothing needed to be.

A little while later:

Piccolo:

When I started building a pillow fort with a tweenage son that I've never seen since childbirth, I suddenly started to question why he doesn't hate me more. From all of the novels I've read, he should've hated everything did.

"Because, it's not your fault you left."

"I could've left a note that I would be gone at least."

"And what? Tell five year old me that you'll be gone for 1,000 plus years."

"More of an explanation than I got from my dad."

"And that's even more than I got from mine."

"HOLY SHIT WHERE DID YOU COME FROM!!!" I heard your traitor of a son snicker at you.

"Sometimes it pays to be an Android. " Yes because giving me a mild heart attack is the funnest thing on the plant Earth. "But enough about me, who's the kid?"

"Name's Harp, what's yours?" He held out his hand to shake it, I swear if he dabs I'm grounding him for three days!

"17, that's a firm grip you've got there."

"Thanks for not saying, 'You're hurting me!' Like a little bitch!" And he said that with a smile on his face, and my face hit the floor.

Android 17:

I tried not to laugh my ass off as I heard a 'thud' on the hardwood floor.

"You wanna make sock puppets?!" Is it bad to be friends with what looks like a eleven year old.

"I'm twelve actually..." I'm going to steal him.

"Both of you, please shut up..."

"Naaah!"

"I don't want too!" Piccolo has no idea what prison he's gotten into.

Piccolo:

Aww, they get along so well my life is good.

Harp:

I want toast...and cream cheese!