Disclaimer: Dragonball Z Is not mine. No not at all.

A/N: Hello everyone once again! Sorry this chapter is kinda short I kinda have a bad case of writers block. Please tell me what you think of it though. ^_^ Oh and please tell me if you want me to keep Kiseki in this or well… uh… not. Any whoo! Please review! Thanks! -TB

It was pitch black and his head throbbed with a horrible pain. A feeling of being watched and in danger surged through him and he tried to pry his eyes open. Bright light blinded him and made his head throb harder. A voice flickered in and out. He could make out bits and pieces of what was being said but it all seemed to confuse and frighten him more.

  "…Awake…. Calm… Piccolo… Okay… "

He knew this voice but… from where? Again he tried to open his eyes only to have the light burn them and cause his head to throb more. Quickly he snapped them back shut and tried to speak instead.

  "Where…?" He whispered softly trying to find his voice.

A cold cloth was suddenly placed over his eyes. "It's me." A female voice whispered.

 The sense of danger faded and was replaced with a sense of relief.

  "Ki… Kiseki?" He mumbled and tried to sit up but couldn't even lift his head up due to the amount of blood he had lost.

  "Yes, it's me. Now rest."

Piccolo complied and had once again fallen back to sleep.

    "Death…"

 The wind howled through the trees bringing in a raging storm.

  "This world will soon know the wrath of Piccolo Damaio!" A deep voice hiding somewhere in the trees growled to itself.

Piccolo gasped and sat up panting in fear. His head no longer throbbed but instead was reduced to a dull ache. His head and shoulder had been carefully wrapped, a small spot of dried purple blood stained the wrap on his shoulder. He panted for a few more minutes then slowly swallowed and looked around.

 "Kiseki?" He whispered noticing the small frame curled up in a blanket in the chair next to him.

A small smile lifted the corners of his lips and he sighed looking around. The room was dark due to the closed curtains, a few rays of sunlight managed to sneak around it and into the room.

 Kiseki stirred and stifled a yawn with the back of her hand then slowly eased open her eyes. Her dark green eyes seemed to sparkle with some kind of invisible light as she stared at Piccolo.

 "You're awake." She smiled. "You've been out for a couple of days."

Piccolo furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "How… how did you find me?" He whispered and looked up at Kiseki.

Kiseki looked at the ground in embarrassment.

 "I followed you." She whispered keeping her eyes on the floor. "After you left I waited for a little while then followed you."

Piccolo's face softened a little and he sighed. "Then you saw…"

 "What happened to those hunters?" Kiseki cut him off. "Yes… and so did someone else."

 "What do you mean, 'so did someone else.'?!" Piccolo shouted then grabbed his head as pain seared through it.

Kiseki startled. "I mean everyone knows. Someone else must have seen you kill those two farmers and went and told the police. They're looking for you! You'll only be safe here for a little while."

 Piccolo stared at Kiseki in disbelief then cradled his head.

 "Are you okay?" She whispered putting a hand on Piccolo's shoulder.

He shrugged it off and sighed silently. "I keep… having these dreams…" He whispered. "Where I'm destroying these buildings and killing all of these people."

Kiseki leaned back in her chair and listened silently.

 "I can still hear their screams as I kill them. At first I thought they were just nightmares, but they would happen even when I was standing. Then I killed those hunters… the same way I killed those people in my dreams."

 Kiseki swallowed and stood up turning her back to him. "They have to be just dreams… they have to!"

Piccolo looked up at her with fear in his eyes. "How can you be so sure?" He hissed and put his head back into hands. "You don't hear them… you can't see the looks on their face's before they are killed."

 Kiseki turned back to him and shook her head. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

Piccolo looked up again to find that the room was empty.