Chapter 10
"Dende?" Kit called, peeking into the dining room. "Dende!" she yelled once again. "Oh this is impossible..." she sighed and turned around to be faced with Dende standing right there. "Your back already? I thought you would stay down there a little longer. At least to spend some time with your new found friends..." "No.I just wanted to ask you to tell Piccolo, when he gets back here, that I'll be in my room...and I won't be at dinner tonight..." she walked past Dende and headed for her bedroom. "Why did you leave so quickly?" Piccolo stood up once Kit entered the room. "Piccolo...you know I hate it when you sneak up on me like that...I'm just tired...that's all...and I really didn't feel like meeting everyone..." Kit shrugged and sat down on the bed next to where Piccolo was sitting before she arrived. "So maybe I was right in saying that you weren't quite ready for all this excitement..." Piccolo took the seat next to her. "No.I think I was ready...but that would be a lot for anyone...plus...I didn't really want to deal with my father anymore...he makes me think...think about things that I want to forget...times that will never come back...and it's only going to make me weak...and I can't be weak..." Kit shook her head. "You're not weak Kit...you know you're not weak, and I can't even picture you weak...but there will always be other days for you to meet everyone...and since they know you now...it will only be a matter of time before they come and drag you out themselves...whether or not your father likes to admit it; he's immensely proud of you, and he'll want to show you off to as many people as possible..." Piccolo chuckled. "Yeah, well I don't want to meet all his little Earthling friends...or his inferior earthling wife!" she glared at Piccolo and jumped to her feet. "Kit...calm down..." he got up and brushed a lose strand of hair out of her face. "I can't begin to understand how you must feel...but I'm here to talk..." he smiled. "No Piccolo...you're right...you can't understand..." she plopped back down on the bed and lied back, closing her eyes. "I can feel you starring at me Piccolo..." she opened her eyes slightly to meet his, and she laughed. "S-sorry..." he turned away as his cheeks took on a rosy shade. "Don't be...it happens...but...just don't let my father find out..." she laughed again. "It's good to see you're finally loosening up Kit...I guess I'll leave you to rest though...I'll bring your dinner here if you'd like...and that would be good...because we need to talk...or at least I have something to talk about with you..." Piccolo went to the door and turned back. "Thanks Piccolo..." Kit lifted her head slightly to watch him leave. "This can't be good...he has something to talk to me about..." she mumbled to herself.
Piccolo knocked softly on Kit's door, holding a tray of food with his free hand. "Come in." Kit called; she had been lying in her bed, unable to sleep. "I brought your meal..." he handed the tray to her. "Thanks..." she took the tray from him, and stared at him as he stood there looking at the floor. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" she raised an eyebrow as he met her eyes. "Oh, it's ok, you can eat first..." he nodded his head. "And you're just going to stand there...staring at the floor...exciting..." she shrugged and began to pick at her food. "Come on...at least sit down Piccolo..." she waved her hand and patted a portion of the bed that was cleared off and Piccolo sat down. "So you said you had something to tell me?" Kit reminded him. "Oh, yeah, well the thing was that I wanted to say...I kinda forgot..." he turned his head from her questioning gaze. "Piccolo...what's wrong?" Kit placed her hand gently on his arm. "Uh...nothing...no I just don't remember that's all..." he jumped at her touch. "I'm not stupid Piccolo, that excuse isn't going to work on me! And I'm not the type to settle with people hiding things from me either...Piccolo...I care for you...you're my friend. So just tell me!" Kit crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. "You're stubborn, just like your father..." Piccolo released a relaxed chuckle. "And you're avoiding the subject..." she spat back. "It was nothing that important..." his face became serious once again. "But it is important Piccolo..." she brought her face closer to his and starred into his eyes. "What aren't you telling me?" she searched for an answer in his hard eyes. "Now just isn't the time...but I will tell you..." his voice came out in a whisper. If I can ever find the courage I promise I'll tell you... his heart fought with his mind. "What's going on in your head Piccolo? And why is it that everyone else is so easy to read...but you always have a wall up..." Kit's hand went to his cheek but she pulled back and looked down at it as if it weren't her own. "I...I'm sorry...I think you really should go now..." she stuttered. "Yes...I agree...but don't forget...we have training to do in the morning. I guess I'll see you at breakfast." he stood up and exited the room, leaving Kit's mind to race with insecurity. Why does this always happen...and what is it about Piccolo that I can't figure out!
"Good morning Kit...how was your rest?" Dende greeted her as she stumbled into the dining room. "I slept fairly well...that is once I finally got to bed..." she ran her hands through her tangled, fiery hair. "Something on your mind that I can help you with?" Dende pulled out the seat next to him. "Actually...maybe you can..." Kit smiled and sat down. "Well then, tell me what's troubling you!" he chimed, happy to be of a serves. "The thing is that last night I was talking with Piccolo...and he said he needed to talk to me...but when it came time to talk, well he just said that he forgot! I know he was lying, I could see it in his eyes...but usually I can tell what people are thinking...the thing is I just couldn't see it in his eyes!" she rested her head in her hands. "Maybe what he had to say didn't come from the mind...but form the heart..." Dende suggested with a smug smile. "Don't be ridiculous Dende...that's the most foolish thing I've ever heard!" Kit laughed tensely as Dende just gave her a knowing glance. "Maybe you should tell him that you were thinking, and worrying about him..." Dende rose from his seat and left Kit to ponder his final words. "Piccolo! You look horrible this morning!" Mr. Popo exclaimed as Piccolo plopped down in the seat across from Kit. "Yeah, you really don't look that great...are you sick? Feeling alright?" Kit bit her bottom lip in confusion. "I don't get sick...I just didn't sleep well..." he spat. "Well the two of you have something in common then...how about I get you something to eat now!" Mr. Popo suggested and left the room. "So you had a rough night too?" Piccolo avoided her eyes. "Not really...it's just took a while to get to sleep..." she shrugged and shoved a forkful of pancakes in her mouth. "Oh...was...was something wrong.ya know, that kept you up?" he questioned, keeping his eyes on his hands. "I don't like you like this Piccolo...why is it that we're never ourselves around each other?" Kit jumped to her feet abruptly and knocked her chair back. "Because things just got too odd between us..." Piccolo reasoned. "Why though? Because we kissed? Is that why? It didn't mean anything though! You know that and I know that! So what's wrong!" Kit's voice rose. "Nothing's wrong...but I think we should get to training...you did well yesterday, but you still have a long way to go!" Piccolo stood as well and led the way out of the room. "If you say so!" Kit smiled and followed Piccolo. "Right, so yesterday you proved that you have been improving, and quicker that I had anticipated, but there is still quite a bit you are lacking..." Piccolo raised his hand as a chair floated before him. "Now just relax...and don't fear the chair hitting you." he advised her. "Ok...why though? You're not going to throw it?" she stared at the object a few feet in front of her. "No.I'm going to throw it..." he laughed as the chair flew through the air straight for her head. "Piccolo!" Kit ducked and covered her head. "No! I told you not to fear it!" he scolded her as he took control of the chair again and brought it back in front of Kit. "What the hell do you expect me to do?" Kit's yelled as she regained her ground. "I expect you to build up your courage! What I'm trying to teach you are more than techniques that you can see...I'm attempting to expand your mind so that you don't fear what you can overcome! It's a chair Kit! Nothing threatening, so don't cower from it, instead face it head on!" he threw the chair at her again, this time more quickly and powerful. "Right!" she flung her hand out before her as the chair stopped in an instant. "Oh! Wow...I did it..." she looked on with interest until the chair fell to the ground. "Close...but not quite there yet..." Piccolo's voice stayed the same tone. "What do you mean? I did it!" Kit's eyes sparkled as she smiled widely. "No, you might have stopped it, but you couldn't keep it in the air for longer than a minute...here, follow me, you have a new task." he instructed as he walked off once again. "Yes sir!" she saluted him and marched behind him. "Stop fooling around Kit, I want you to sit, mediating in the air..." he pointed to the middle of a small room where there was a round stand that had spikes sticking up. "Um...I can't imagine that will be comfortable...but if that's all I have to do..." she shrugged. "Let me finish Kit...while meditating above the spikes you must also levitate these items...now the catch is if one of these things goes below that mark," he pointed out a red line that went around the entire room, "then it will set off a mechanism that will most likely injure you greatly...understand?" he waited for a reply. "Are you sure I'm ready for this Piccolo?" Kit swallowed hard. "If you're not, well then you will be soon enough..." he chuckled evilly. "Now hurry up!" he pushed her towards the stand and she reluctantly hovered above the spikes as she closed her eyes and the objects around her rose to her level, five inches above the red line. "How's this?" Kit asked, opening her eyes, but maintaining the same level of concentration. "Good...I'll turn it on now...in six hours it will automatically turn off, I'll see you then..." Piccolo nodded and left the room. "Six hours! Piccolo! Wait!" Kit's eye's widened and her mouth dropped, the items wavering in the air. "Oh man...this is gonna be fun..." she shook her head and went back to concentrating.
A hissing sound came from the corner of the room six hours later and the lights brightened. "Finally!" Kit allowed the objects to fall to the floor as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. "That was fun..." her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Well hello there, Kit...it's good to see you in one piece!" Dende teased. "Don't you have anything better to do? Like live your own life?" Kit spat. "Let me think about that one...nope!" he smiled at her and placed a full plate of food down on the table. "I figured you might be hungry...so I had Mr. Popo make you a little something..." Dende stepped back as Kit raced for the food and licked the plate clean. "Did I ever tell you how you're my hero Dende?" Kit laughed, placing a hand on her stomach. "That's not fair...you never called me your hero..." Rhyn stepped into the room. "Oh yeah, you have a visitor Kit..." Dende spoke the obvious. "Hey Dew! What brings you here?" Kit gave her a small hug. "Nothing much...I just thought we could hang out, and talk...ya know, like old times...plus...I don't think I said thank you...it kinda just slipped my mind..." she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Thank you? For what?" Kit laughed. "First for saving me...and second...well.I have a new friend now..." Rhyn's cheeks turned pink. "Ohh, I see...a new love interest...could it be Trunks by any chance?" Kit's voice mocked her. "Be quiet! But seriously...I'm a little worried Kit..." Rhyn's tone was serious. "About Trunks?" Kit raised an eyebrow. "No.About Justinian...he might be over me now...but he's stronger than he lets on Kit...I didn't want you to get involved in this, it was my fight..." "But it's mine now, so don't worry!" Kit cut her off. "I've tried not to... but he's close...he's coming to get you Kit, and how you last saw him was his weakest form...that was only the tip of the iceberg..." Rhyn sat down in one of the chairs at the long table. "Rhyn, I'm pretty sure that I'm strong enough to handle him, not to mention I have my father, Trunks, Kakarot...everyone..." Kit reassured. "Piccolo." Rhyn added giving Kit a half smile. "Don't you start with me too..." "What? I didn't say anything...but now that you brought it up..." Rhyn laughed. "There's nothing between us!" Kit stopped her before she could continue. "That's not what I see..." Rhyn winked before giggling again. "And what is it that you see, that I'm missing...what is it that everyone sees?" Kit yelled. "You two look like a pretty hott item to me..." she nodded, agreeing with herself. "Rhyn...why don't you concentrate on Trunks, and leave Piccolo for me to worry about..." Kit rolled her eyes. "And what's happening between the two of you anyway? I want to hear all the juicy details!" Kit changed the subject. "Oh nothing...we've just been, ya know, keeping in touch..." she shrugged innocently. "That's definitely not it! I can see it in your eyes...so when did he ask you out?" Kit asked eagerly. "Geeze! Is there anything you don't know? He asked me out after you left yesterday...and we hung out a little today..." Rhyn's cheeks burned red. "Ohh...should we start planning the wedding?" Kit teased. "Oh stop it Kit!" Rhyn playfully slapped her arm. "You have a few years to wait for that one, if it does happen that is...but he did introduce me properly to the rest of his family..." Rhyn informed. "Well that's great...so what were they like to you?" Kit pried. "Lets see...Bulma was really nice...and funny, but she seemed to embarrass him a lot. I got to see a bunch of baby pictures too! They were sooo cute! Your dad was pretty quiet the whole time...but for some reason I don't think he despised me as much as I figured he would...and Bra, his sister, was really kind too, and very energetic...she asked where she could get contacts like mine.ha...then Vegeta explained how this was my real eye color and everything...it was good...very interesting..." Rhyn finally finished. "Wow...looks like you know them better than I do..." Kit mocked. "Not for long! There's a little gathering tonight, and Trunks invited me, and he said I could bring a friend...and I guess he knew that you were the person I would most likely bring...so we're going...we better hurry too, it starts in a few minutes!" Rhyn grabbed Kit's hands and dragged her out of the dinning room. "Hold on Rhyn...I have to tell someone that I'm leaving..." Kit stopped. "Don't bother...I already took care of it!" Rhyn reassured as they flew off the lookout and headed to Capsule Corp.
"Rhyn...you came!" Trunks greeted her with a hug. "And Kit...great!" he smiled at the two. "Of course I came...and I hope you don't mind Kit being here..." Rhyn tried to hide the fact that they planned the whole thing. "Not at all...you're always welcomed Kit! And I don't think that you've met my little sister Bra...well...your little sister too..." Trunks laughed as he led the way into a room in the back of the building that resembled a park. "No I don't believe I've met her..." Kit responded, her eyes scanning the huge building. "Here she is...Bra! Come here!" Trunks yelled. "What do you want now...can't you tell I'm on the phone?" she spat. "Be quiet...I want you to meet Kit...she's...well she's our half sister..." he placed a hand on Kit's shoulder. "What? Sister? That's so cool, I have a sister! That's so much better than Trunks!" she stuck out her hand, and Kit took it. "It's nice to meet you..." Kit shook her hand as the three walked away and left bra to talk on the phone. "You'll have to excuse her...she kinda has a big attitude for a ten-year- old..." Trunks explained as they finally entered the room. "Hey Rhyn...it's good to see you again!" Bulma waved. "And.Kit?" she questioned as all their eyes focused on Kit.
"Dende?" Kit called, peeking into the dining room. "Dende!" she yelled once again. "Oh this is impossible..." she sighed and turned around to be faced with Dende standing right there. "Your back already? I thought you would stay down there a little longer. At least to spend some time with your new found friends..." "No.I just wanted to ask you to tell Piccolo, when he gets back here, that I'll be in my room...and I won't be at dinner tonight..." she walked past Dende and headed for her bedroom. "Why did you leave so quickly?" Piccolo stood up once Kit entered the room. "Piccolo...you know I hate it when you sneak up on me like that...I'm just tired...that's all...and I really didn't feel like meeting everyone..." Kit shrugged and sat down on the bed next to where Piccolo was sitting before she arrived. "So maybe I was right in saying that you weren't quite ready for all this excitement..." Piccolo took the seat next to her. "No.I think I was ready...but that would be a lot for anyone...plus...I didn't really want to deal with my father anymore...he makes me think...think about things that I want to forget...times that will never come back...and it's only going to make me weak...and I can't be weak..." Kit shook her head. "You're not weak Kit...you know you're not weak, and I can't even picture you weak...but there will always be other days for you to meet everyone...and since they know you now...it will only be a matter of time before they come and drag you out themselves...whether or not your father likes to admit it; he's immensely proud of you, and he'll want to show you off to as many people as possible..." Piccolo chuckled. "Yeah, well I don't want to meet all his little Earthling friends...or his inferior earthling wife!" she glared at Piccolo and jumped to her feet. "Kit...calm down..." he got up and brushed a lose strand of hair out of her face. "I can't begin to understand how you must feel...but I'm here to talk..." he smiled. "No Piccolo...you're right...you can't understand..." she plopped back down on the bed and lied back, closing her eyes. "I can feel you starring at me Piccolo..." she opened her eyes slightly to meet his, and she laughed. "S-sorry..." he turned away as his cheeks took on a rosy shade. "Don't be...it happens...but...just don't let my father find out..." she laughed again. "It's good to see you're finally loosening up Kit...I guess I'll leave you to rest though...I'll bring your dinner here if you'd like...and that would be good...because we need to talk...or at least I have something to talk about with you..." Piccolo went to the door and turned back. "Thanks Piccolo..." Kit lifted her head slightly to watch him leave. "This can't be good...he has something to talk to me about..." she mumbled to herself.
Piccolo knocked softly on Kit's door, holding a tray of food with his free hand. "Come in." Kit called; she had been lying in her bed, unable to sleep. "I brought your meal..." he handed the tray to her. "Thanks..." she took the tray from him, and stared at him as he stood there looking at the floor. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" she raised an eyebrow as he met her eyes. "Oh, it's ok, you can eat first..." he nodded his head. "And you're just going to stand there...staring at the floor...exciting..." she shrugged and began to pick at her food. "Come on...at least sit down Piccolo..." she waved her hand and patted a portion of the bed that was cleared off and Piccolo sat down. "So you said you had something to tell me?" Kit reminded him. "Oh, yeah, well the thing was that I wanted to say...I kinda forgot..." he turned his head from her questioning gaze. "Piccolo...what's wrong?" Kit placed her hand gently on his arm. "Uh...nothing...no I just don't remember that's all..." he jumped at her touch. "I'm not stupid Piccolo, that excuse isn't going to work on me! And I'm not the type to settle with people hiding things from me either...Piccolo...I care for you...you're my friend. So just tell me!" Kit crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. "You're stubborn, just like your father..." Piccolo released a relaxed chuckle. "And you're avoiding the subject..." she spat back. "It was nothing that important..." his face became serious once again. "But it is important Piccolo..." she brought her face closer to his and starred into his eyes. "What aren't you telling me?" she searched for an answer in his hard eyes. "Now just isn't the time...but I will tell you..." his voice came out in a whisper. If I can ever find the courage I promise I'll tell you... his heart fought with his mind. "What's going on in your head Piccolo? And why is it that everyone else is so easy to read...but you always have a wall up..." Kit's hand went to his cheek but she pulled back and looked down at it as if it weren't her own. "I...I'm sorry...I think you really should go now..." she stuttered. "Yes...I agree...but don't forget...we have training to do in the morning. I guess I'll see you at breakfast." he stood up and exited the room, leaving Kit's mind to race with insecurity. Why does this always happen...and what is it about Piccolo that I can't figure out!
"Good morning Kit...how was your rest?" Dende greeted her as she stumbled into the dining room. "I slept fairly well...that is once I finally got to bed..." she ran her hands through her tangled, fiery hair. "Something on your mind that I can help you with?" Dende pulled out the seat next to him. "Actually...maybe you can..." Kit smiled and sat down. "Well then, tell me what's troubling you!" he chimed, happy to be of a serves. "The thing is that last night I was talking with Piccolo...and he said he needed to talk to me...but when it came time to talk, well he just said that he forgot! I know he was lying, I could see it in his eyes...but usually I can tell what people are thinking...the thing is I just couldn't see it in his eyes!" she rested her head in her hands. "Maybe what he had to say didn't come from the mind...but form the heart..." Dende suggested with a smug smile. "Don't be ridiculous Dende...that's the most foolish thing I've ever heard!" Kit laughed tensely as Dende just gave her a knowing glance. "Maybe you should tell him that you were thinking, and worrying about him..." Dende rose from his seat and left Kit to ponder his final words. "Piccolo! You look horrible this morning!" Mr. Popo exclaimed as Piccolo plopped down in the seat across from Kit. "Yeah, you really don't look that great...are you sick? Feeling alright?" Kit bit her bottom lip in confusion. "I don't get sick...I just didn't sleep well..." he spat. "Well the two of you have something in common then...how about I get you something to eat now!" Mr. Popo suggested and left the room. "So you had a rough night too?" Piccolo avoided her eyes. "Not really...it's just took a while to get to sleep..." she shrugged and shoved a forkful of pancakes in her mouth. "Oh...was...was something wrong.ya know, that kept you up?" he questioned, keeping his eyes on his hands. "I don't like you like this Piccolo...why is it that we're never ourselves around each other?" Kit jumped to her feet abruptly and knocked her chair back. "Because things just got too odd between us..." Piccolo reasoned. "Why though? Because we kissed? Is that why? It didn't mean anything though! You know that and I know that! So what's wrong!" Kit's voice rose. "Nothing's wrong...but I think we should get to training...you did well yesterday, but you still have a long way to go!" Piccolo stood as well and led the way out of the room. "If you say so!" Kit smiled and followed Piccolo. "Right, so yesterday you proved that you have been improving, and quicker that I had anticipated, but there is still quite a bit you are lacking..." Piccolo raised his hand as a chair floated before him. "Now just relax...and don't fear the chair hitting you." he advised her. "Ok...why though? You're not going to throw it?" she stared at the object a few feet in front of her. "No.I'm going to throw it..." he laughed as the chair flew through the air straight for her head. "Piccolo!" Kit ducked and covered her head. "No! I told you not to fear it!" he scolded her as he took control of the chair again and brought it back in front of Kit. "What the hell do you expect me to do?" Kit's yelled as she regained her ground. "I expect you to build up your courage! What I'm trying to teach you are more than techniques that you can see...I'm attempting to expand your mind so that you don't fear what you can overcome! It's a chair Kit! Nothing threatening, so don't cower from it, instead face it head on!" he threw the chair at her again, this time more quickly and powerful. "Right!" she flung her hand out before her as the chair stopped in an instant. "Oh! Wow...I did it..." she looked on with interest until the chair fell to the ground. "Close...but not quite there yet..." Piccolo's voice stayed the same tone. "What do you mean? I did it!" Kit's eyes sparkled as she smiled widely. "No, you might have stopped it, but you couldn't keep it in the air for longer than a minute...here, follow me, you have a new task." he instructed as he walked off once again. "Yes sir!" she saluted him and marched behind him. "Stop fooling around Kit, I want you to sit, mediating in the air..." he pointed to the middle of a small room where there was a round stand that had spikes sticking up. "Um...I can't imagine that will be comfortable...but if that's all I have to do..." she shrugged. "Let me finish Kit...while meditating above the spikes you must also levitate these items...now the catch is if one of these things goes below that mark," he pointed out a red line that went around the entire room, "then it will set off a mechanism that will most likely injure you greatly...understand?" he waited for a reply. "Are you sure I'm ready for this Piccolo?" Kit swallowed hard. "If you're not, well then you will be soon enough..." he chuckled evilly. "Now hurry up!" he pushed her towards the stand and she reluctantly hovered above the spikes as she closed her eyes and the objects around her rose to her level, five inches above the red line. "How's this?" Kit asked, opening her eyes, but maintaining the same level of concentration. "Good...I'll turn it on now...in six hours it will automatically turn off, I'll see you then..." Piccolo nodded and left the room. "Six hours! Piccolo! Wait!" Kit's eye's widened and her mouth dropped, the items wavering in the air. "Oh man...this is gonna be fun..." she shook her head and went back to concentrating.
A hissing sound came from the corner of the room six hours later and the lights brightened. "Finally!" Kit allowed the objects to fall to the floor as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. "That was fun..." her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Well hello there, Kit...it's good to see you in one piece!" Dende teased. "Don't you have anything better to do? Like live your own life?" Kit spat. "Let me think about that one...nope!" he smiled at her and placed a full plate of food down on the table. "I figured you might be hungry...so I had Mr. Popo make you a little something..." Dende stepped back as Kit raced for the food and licked the plate clean. "Did I ever tell you how you're my hero Dende?" Kit laughed, placing a hand on her stomach. "That's not fair...you never called me your hero..." Rhyn stepped into the room. "Oh yeah, you have a visitor Kit..." Dende spoke the obvious. "Hey Dew! What brings you here?" Kit gave her a small hug. "Nothing much...I just thought we could hang out, and talk...ya know, like old times...plus...I don't think I said thank you...it kinda just slipped my mind..." she tucked her hair behind her ear. "Thank you? For what?" Kit laughed. "First for saving me...and second...well.I have a new friend now..." Rhyn's cheeks turned pink. "Ohh, I see...a new love interest...could it be Trunks by any chance?" Kit's voice mocked her. "Be quiet! But seriously...I'm a little worried Kit..." Rhyn's tone was serious. "About Trunks?" Kit raised an eyebrow. "No.About Justinian...he might be over me now...but he's stronger than he lets on Kit...I didn't want you to get involved in this, it was my fight..." "But it's mine now, so don't worry!" Kit cut her off. "I've tried not to... but he's close...he's coming to get you Kit, and how you last saw him was his weakest form...that was only the tip of the iceberg..." Rhyn sat down in one of the chairs at the long table. "Rhyn, I'm pretty sure that I'm strong enough to handle him, not to mention I have my father, Trunks, Kakarot...everyone..." Kit reassured. "Piccolo." Rhyn added giving Kit a half smile. "Don't you start with me too..." "What? I didn't say anything...but now that you brought it up..." Rhyn laughed. "There's nothing between us!" Kit stopped her before she could continue. "That's not what I see..." Rhyn winked before giggling again. "And what is it that you see, that I'm missing...what is it that everyone sees?" Kit yelled. "You two look like a pretty hott item to me..." she nodded, agreeing with herself. "Rhyn...why don't you concentrate on Trunks, and leave Piccolo for me to worry about..." Kit rolled her eyes. "And what's happening between the two of you anyway? I want to hear all the juicy details!" Kit changed the subject. "Oh nothing...we've just been, ya know, keeping in touch..." she shrugged innocently. "That's definitely not it! I can see it in your eyes...so when did he ask you out?" Kit asked eagerly. "Geeze! Is there anything you don't know? He asked me out after you left yesterday...and we hung out a little today..." Rhyn's cheeks burned red. "Ohh...should we start planning the wedding?" Kit teased. "Oh stop it Kit!" Rhyn playfully slapped her arm. "You have a few years to wait for that one, if it does happen that is...but he did introduce me properly to the rest of his family..." Rhyn informed. "Well that's great...so what were they like to you?" Kit pried. "Lets see...Bulma was really nice...and funny, but she seemed to embarrass him a lot. I got to see a bunch of baby pictures too! They were sooo cute! Your dad was pretty quiet the whole time...but for some reason I don't think he despised me as much as I figured he would...and Bra, his sister, was really kind too, and very energetic...she asked where she could get contacts like mine.ha...then Vegeta explained how this was my real eye color and everything...it was good...very interesting..." Rhyn finally finished. "Wow...looks like you know them better than I do..." Kit mocked. "Not for long! There's a little gathering tonight, and Trunks invited me, and he said I could bring a friend...and I guess he knew that you were the person I would most likely bring...so we're going...we better hurry too, it starts in a few minutes!" Rhyn grabbed Kit's hands and dragged her out of the dinning room. "Hold on Rhyn...I have to tell someone that I'm leaving..." Kit stopped. "Don't bother...I already took care of it!" Rhyn reassured as they flew off the lookout and headed to Capsule Corp.
"Rhyn...you came!" Trunks greeted her with a hug. "And Kit...great!" he smiled at the two. "Of course I came...and I hope you don't mind Kit being here..." Rhyn tried to hide the fact that they planned the whole thing. "Not at all...you're always welcomed Kit! And I don't think that you've met my little sister Bra...well...your little sister too..." Trunks laughed as he led the way into a room in the back of the building that resembled a park. "No I don't believe I've met her..." Kit responded, her eyes scanning the huge building. "Here she is...Bra! Come here!" Trunks yelled. "What do you want now...can't you tell I'm on the phone?" she spat. "Be quiet...I want you to meet Kit...she's...well she's our half sister..." he placed a hand on Kit's shoulder. "What? Sister? That's so cool, I have a sister! That's so much better than Trunks!" she stuck out her hand, and Kit took it. "It's nice to meet you..." Kit shook her hand as the three walked away and left bra to talk on the phone. "You'll have to excuse her...she kinda has a big attitude for a ten-year- old..." Trunks explained as they finally entered the room. "Hey Rhyn...it's good to see you again!" Bulma waved. "And.Kit?" she questioned as all their eyes focused on Kit.