disclaimer: .... I don't know who owns dbz, I know I don't and that no one else here owns it either..... I think that Toriyama guy owns it...

However.... I do own Ruika

My Fault (part 2)

Piccolo sensed a ki coming towards him. "I thought I told Dende to make sure you stayed away from me!"

"Piccolo?"

He winced at the sound of the voice, cursing himself for not opening his eyes to see who it was first. Slowly he opened them. He hoped it was just the girl mimicking the voice but he cringed even more when he saw who it was. "Gohan... I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."

"I forgive you Piccolosan. Who did you think I was?"

"That girl. Ruika."

"Her? Are you mad at her for something?"

"I am, and I can't think of any reason why I would be... she just.. agitates me."

Gohan shrugged. "She seems nice, if a little detached."

'If my vision was right she has reason to be.' "Anyway, what did you want?"

"To talk. I had a really strange dream last night. Actually that girl was in it. Everything was on fire and Ruika seemed to blame herself for it. She said something like, 'I guess it's all my fault again for not making you believe.' Then she took off in a spaceship. For a minute I thought she was on earth, but she wasn't."

"I had a similar vision."

"Later that night she was in my dreams again. She seemed to be talking to herself, but later I realized she was pleading to all of us."

"All of us?"

"Y'know... You, my dad, me, Krillin, the old gang. We all had our backs to her. Except Vegeta. He seemed to be trying to comfort her and hold her back at the same time. She kept calling out to us and she kept bringing up her home and how it was her fault and things always being her fault. Vegeta was yelling at us as well. He kept mentioning a war and telling the girl that it wasn't her fault. Then she said, 'Not you too.' I couldn't tell who she directed it to but then she... she..."

"She what?"

"She... she killed you." Gohan tried not to cry in front of his old teacher. "She doesn't seem like she could. When I read her power level it seemed... so low. Like a normal human. But a normal human couldn't just materialize things out of thin air. You said you had a similar vision. Did Ruika and the ship look exactly like how it was in the vision?"

"Yes. Maybe I should take her to see if she can get her ship fixed... if your dream is any kind of premonition," he said with agitation and frustration in his voice.

"If you don't want to take her, I could."

Piccolo smiled. "Thanks for the offer Gohan, but I don't think you know where she crashed."

"You could tell me."

"That's ok. I'll take her."

"I'm ready to leave."

"About damn time Piccolo. Thanks Gohan for getting him in a good mood," Ruika said, teasing him again.

"What's that supposed to mean!?" he yelled as he charged at her.

She quickly leapt over him just before he knocked her down. "What do you think that's supposed to mean, Mr. Rotten Mood?" she asked in the same playful teasing tone.

He growled slightly at her, then sighed, defeated. "Come on." He levitated into the air. "Well?"

"Have you forgotten I can't fly?" He growled even lower and grabbed Ruika by the arm. He took off full force with her dragging behind.

Gohan burst out laughing. "It seems like Ruika enjoys getting Piccolosan riled up!"

Dende laughed in agreement. "It's not like that is very hard to do. She told me that Piccolo reminded her of someone she knew back home and that was just the way she acted around him."

Piccolo and Ruika finally landed. Ruika glared at him then hit him on the back of his head. "Baka!"

"What did I do?" he asked, rubbing the spot where she hit him. He tried his hardest no to laugh.

She continued to stare at him. "You know damn well what you did. So inconsiderate. You almost ripped my arm off!"

"I wouldn't have done anything like that."

"You would," she said threateningly.

They looked around for her ship. After a few minutes they found it, no where near able to fly.

"It can fly again," Ruika concluded after inspecting the craft. "With a lot of work."

"How can you tell?"

"What? You think that because I'm a girl and could kick your ass means that I can't be smart too?"

"And what makes you think you could 'kick my ass'?" He got into a fighting stance.

"Wanna try me?" The look on her face was similar to how a Saiyan looked just before they entered into battle.

"No, not now. Some other time when there aren't more important things to do." He knew Dende and Gohan would be upset with him if he picked a fight with this girl. He was hoping the ship would still be in perfect flying condition. The fact that it couldn't fly at all was the worst scenario. 'I don't want to let her fix it because she'd probably turn me into her errand boy. So that means we'd have to take it to Capsule Corp. but I don't think Bulma will help. Neither she or Vegeta act civil towards me when they don't have to. And I don't want to have to bring Goku or Gohan with me to ask for their help. And before I can even think of all that, I have to figure out how to move this thing and carry her at the same time... Wait.. if she could make something like that materialize out of nowhere maybe she can... and if she can I can see if what Gohan said about her power is true--"

"I guess we better get started."

"Get started? I'm no expert, but I don't think it's wise to try and fix that thing when all this dirt could get into it."

"Well I hadn't planned on fixing it here silly. I thought about taking it back to the Lookout--"

"And I'm not about to become your errand boy."

"Don't tempt me. Besides, what else can we do?"

Piccolo began to lift the craft up. "I know someone who could help us out... If she feels like it."

"Ah.. One of those kind of people." She sighed. "But why are you insisting on doing that the hard way? I don't want you hurting yourself." She turned her head towards the ship he now held in his hands. Piccolo focused on watching any changes in her power level. He was surprised at her concern for him. After a few seconds it disappeared. 'Not one bit did it change,' Piccolo thought. "I don't think you want me riding you."

"...Riding... me?"

"Well yeah. How else did you plan on carrying me and my ship at the same time?" She said this more like a statement. "So where's your friend?" He grabbed her by the arm again. "Oh hell no. If we have to fly again, you're carrying me." He didn't let go. "Or do I have to make my ship reappear above your head and let it fall on you."

"Fine." Defeated yet again, he let go of her arm then picked her up into his arms. He then flew off to the city to see if Bulma would help.