Amber sat on Bulma's couch attempting to read a fashion magazine. She didn't see the point of them, in this world or her own. They never had any good, comfortable clothes in them. Only tiny outfits made to fit dolls. She put it down and grabbed the remote for the TV from the coffee table. Where was Kate anyway? She had left the training chamber rather irritated and Amber hadn't seen her around the house anywhere. Assuming that Kate had gone for a walk to cool off and would be home soon, Amber had decided to wait in the living room for her. So she had waited, and waited, and waited. It had been an hour and no sign of her. About half an hour ago, Amber had felt something like emotional pain from Kate but it had faded quickly so Amber left it alone.

As she was about to settle on a show that was eerily similar to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, she heard someone come in the front door. Expecting Kate, she called out from her spot,

"I'm in here!"

A moment later a very, embarrassed Piccolo came in. The first thing Amber noticed was his unusual display of emotions. The next thing she noticed was a scratch on his neck. It wasn't deep but was bleeding slightly.

"Piccolo! What happened to you!?!" She leapt off the couch and placed a hand on it. A moment later, he felt a small wave of warmth flow through him and she stepped back.

"What was that?" He asked, placing his own hand to his throat. The cut was gone. "What did you do?"

"I healed of course!" She said plopping back down on the couch. "The least you could do is thank me!"

"Oh, um, thank you." He said confused slightly, "For whatever it was you just did."

She looked up and grinned. "Not a problem. Another thing Kate and I can do equally."

"Ah that reminds me, " He shook his head, caught off guard by her sudden change of mood. "Do you have telekinesis or telepathy?"

"Yeah ." She said calmly "What made you think of that?"

"Well, um, I kind of." Piccolo blushed slightly.

"You pissed her off didn't you." Amber stated simply, not needing to say who 'she' was.

Piccolo nodded and sat beside her. "So, can you do everything the same?"

"Almost," Amber said her eyes narrowing in thought. "We run the same speed, we are equal in strength, she tends to spend more time with books and studies while I prefer sports and ~ Ah!" She suddenly bent over with her hands on her head.

Worried, Piccolo held her up by the elbow. "What's wrong?" He asked, thoroughly confused at this point.

"It, it's Kate!" Amber said and stood up running for the door. "She's fighting someone!"

Piccolo, feeling uneasy ran out the door after her, trying to convince her to help him find the rest of the Z-team before rushing to the battle scene.

More to come. Time limits suck. I'm working on the spelling and missing words!