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Nail followed Piccolo into the living room, smiling some as he looked out the window. He sat down, beginning the conversation, "Not often you see snow, especially all the way up here. Pretty cool stuff, huh?"

Piccolo stared at him as he sat across from him. "Nail, I couldn't care less about the weather. What I want to know is where you've been the last...who knows how long!" He growled some, "How dare you just leave me passed out like that!"

"Eh, well I didn't really want to wait around until you woke up just so you could yell and freak out those kids more. They don't seem so bad, I mean, come on, their just kids, they aren't that stressful..."

"They tried to escape out the three story window."

"Eh, well they are daring, I'll give them that..." Nail chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.

"Daring!? More like insane, hell-sent little DEMONS!" Piccolo growled.

"They aren't that bad!" Nail said, blinking, "I mean, sure they are rambunctious and curious and stuff, but from what I've seen a lot of it is spurred off from you." Nail grinned nervously as Piccolo glared, and looked like he was about to combust with rage, "Give them a break, you know you aren't the most...er...mild-tempered babysitter there is..." He rubbed the back of his head.

Piccolo gripped his own knee and squeezed it tightly to try and exert his anger inwardly. "I guess that may be true...But given the circumstances, they were brats from the moment they walked in the door--HELL, they were brats BEFORE they walked in the door!" He remembered the snowball incident, twitching slightly.

Nail chuckled a bit nervously, "Well they are kids...you know how kids can be. Remember when WE were kids?"

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"Nail, I'm bored." Piccolo complained, swinging his feet boredly.

"Me too. What do you wanna do?" Nail lined up his shot with his sling shot.

"I dunno...Let's go put a scorpion in Kami's shoe."

"K, I still have one in my glasses case. But hold on just a sec." Nail focused on his target, pulling the loaded rock back.

Piccolo watched as Nail hit a bird out of the nearby tree. It seemed to explode in a burst of white feathers. It hit the ground a few feet away.

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"I try to forget." Piccolo mumbled.

"Yeah, well you still remember, and we were little PUNKS back in the day. Especially when we were in high school..."

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"Nail, I'm bored..." Piccolo mumbled, scribbling a random picture on the desk he sat at during attention. The teacher had fallen asleep at their desk. He and Nail were the only two students in the room.

"Me too," Nail answered, writing "NAIL WUZ HERE" in large print on his desktop, "Whatcha wanna do?"

"Let's go unplug the microphone they use for the announcements again, and turn up the volume extra loud, so when they finally find out why it's not working, they'll blast everybody's ear drums."

"Sounds like a plan." They stood up and walked out of the room, as the teacher continued to snore, undisturbed.

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"Ugh, don't even mention high school. Talk about awkward."

"Heh, yeah. Especially with us two being the only green guys at the school."

"With pointy ears."

"And antennas." Nail added.

Piccolo sighed. "I guess I'll give the kids a break. Childhood probably is the best time of anyone's life. That's when your the least corrupted..."

"Yeah, high school is just evil."

"College was better....but then working sucked."

"Yeah."

"...Yeah."

Nail glanced around, looking up. "Mhmm..."

Piccolo crossed his arms. "Hm..."

"Soo..."

"So what?"

"Sooo...wanna get drunk?"

Piccolo sweat dropped. He looked at the clock. "The kids parents will be here pretty soon. I don't want to be drunk when they show up."

"Why not? If they think you were drunk while you babysitted their kids, they'll never trust you with them again. That's a good thing, isn't it? You don't want to do this again..."

"True." Piccolo sincerely considered the idea for a moment, but stopped. "No...No, I don't even feel like getting wasted right now."

"Don't feel like getting wasted?! Piccolo, are you feeling alright? Anytime is the best time to get drunk!"

"Well...it would be irresponsible, that's all."

"Irresponsible? Since when do YOU care about being responsible?"

"Well..." Piccolo mumbled something under his breath, and glanced to the side.

"What did you say?" Nail's fine-hearing even couldn't pick up the murmured words.

"I said..." Piccolo paused with hesitation, then said quietly, in a barely audible tone, "I don't want to hurt the kids."

Nail blinked in sincere shock and stared at Piccolo, as if wondering what being with a heart had possessed his cold counter-part.

"I tend to..." Piccolo paused yet again, "...get violent when I become intoxicated."

"Psh, that's an understatement. I'd call it more of a...uhh…blood thirty psychotic rampage, kind of on the completely insane side."

Piccolo mumbled, "It's only if I get made while I'm drunk."

"Last time you got mad because the bartender's bow tie was crooked." Nail sighed.

"WELL, it bugged the heck out of me! It was just so crooked and he wouldn't fix it--!"

"That's called obsessive compulsive disorder--" Nail cut him off,"--To the extreme."

"It wasn't my fault..."

"Piccolo, you nearly killed the guy!"

"..." Piccolo looked at Nail innocently, "I...didn't mean to."

"I know, I know..." Nail sighed slightly, and glanced at the clock.

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The doorbell sounded. Piccolo got up from the couch, as Nail watched him rise. "Where'd Kami go?"

"No idea."

Piccolo shrugged. "You answer the door...I'll get the brats."

Nail got up as Piccolo left the room. He walked to the door and opened it, to expose a shivering Bulma, and a tired and irritable looking Vegeta.

"Sorry we're late," Bulma apologized, and walked into the entry as Nail offered to let them inside.

Vegeta followed, also seeming effected by the freezing weather and harsh wind. "Yeah, we had to clear some drunks off the property."

Bulma mumbled, "I'm ashamed to admit that some workers had way too much wine during the party, after they knew to handle their alcohol responsibly. Especially since they are workers who usually manage large machinery!"

Vegeta put a hand on her shoulder as if to hint to her to calm down. She breathed out slightly. "Anyway, thanks for watching them, Piccolo..."

Nail blinked and opened his mouth to correct her, but a voice beat him to the punch.

"Actually, that's Nail. I'm Piccolo." Piccolo emerged from around the corner, carefully cradling a sleeping boy in each arm easily. Goten and Trunks leaned against his chest, Goten's thumb in his mouth. Trunks gripped Piccolo's shirt gently as he slept.

Bulma blinked, "Oh, sorry. Nail, I haven't seen you in the longest time!" Nail blinked as Bulma threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Vegeta blinked as well, then glanced to the side. Nail patted her back nervously, and she let go, beaming at him.

She turned to Piccolo and smiled, walking to him. Bulma gently took Trunks from his right arm. He seemed to fit her mold as he shifted from Piccolo to his mother, resting his head on her chest, his arms going around her lightly.

Vegeta walked over, and with a gentle nature that seemed awkward for the saiyan, took Goku's son in his arms. He looked down at the child as he shifted in the strange arms at first trying to find a comfortable position, and finding one, resettled into a deep sleep. His thumb again found it's way to his mouth. They were wrapped warmly in their coats, as Piccolo had made them appear on them, with his special talent. (A/N: Remember when he gave Gohan new clothes like him in the cell saga? Yep, that power.)

Bulma and Vegeta left with the small sleeping boys, and Piccolo and Nail found themselves again alone in the cold, seemingly empty house.

"I wonder where Kami is..." Nail wondered out loud, sitting in an arm chair.

"Old fool..." Piccolo muttered, his eyes closed as he lay on the couch.

Piccolo slowly fell into a warm, content sleep as he lay, tired and comfortable, on the long couch, his long arms over his stomach. It was around 5:00 in the morning when he suddenly opened his eyes, to find himself alone, yet at the same time complete and comforted again. Kami must have returned during his slumber, and in his peaceful state, Nail and Kami had slipped back into his being.

He sighed and looked up. Even though Kami and Nail accompanied him in mind and body, he still felt an emptiness in the house. He wondered why he felt this way, although it always was a thought which plagued him. The feeling was especially strong after the boys had left. Somehow during the time they were there, they had entertained him and filled him in a way, with a content busied feeling. Sometimes he felt so useless as he sat home alone bored, when the world was not in peril.

He decided that he would get an early start on his daily training. He got up, knowing that he had no doubt in himself that he was in perfect shape, and even beyond, but he mainly did it to pass the time. He wondered when the next time would be the boys were coming. Piccolo walked outside, not even minding the extreme cold, yet the snow had stopped falling, and now a crystalline white blanket lay over every flat surface on the look out.

Everything seemed to be calm and at peace, and the world was silent in bliss at the beauty of Piccolo's surroundings. Nature had frozen time with the white ice layers of snow, making every shape and form a softer, more beautiful thing. The white snow was like glittering icing.

Piccolo smiled softly despite himself, as his footsteps created imperfections in the previously undisturbed and flawless masterpiece of nature. He enjoyed the relaxing beauty it brought him. He moved to the Hyperbolic time chamber. He and Mr. Po Po had been working on it recently, and had figured out ways to find out how to make the amount of training time less, such as do a week of training in an hour, rather than a year's training in a day.

He set the time to 3 weeks training, which would be about 3 hours. He wanted to get away from reality, and to take a trip into solitude.

He stepped through the large door, and as it closed behind him, his last thought hovered unconsciously on that that night was Friday...and that at 7:00P.M., almost ceremoniously, Vegeta, Goku, and he would all meet at the bar that night to have....well, a good time.

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