Disclaimer: Chapter 1.

Hmmmmm............... Okay... if I've been saying that people who -didn't- wanna read "Green Valentine Daquiri" first can get through this fic relatively fine... I apologize for your confusion. Both earlier and coming up. (I don't really care, but an apology seems appropiate)
"Hey, Goten," Trunks called from the floor of his room, holding some sort of automation that kicked its plastic legs as he held it, "You're birthday's tomorrow, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Goten lounged with his legs crossed, looking at the ceiling.
"Then how come you're not acting like it?"
"Huh?"
Trunks turned his head to his friend. "You're bein' all quiet and stuff. You not afraid of getting old, are ya?"
"I'm not afraid of anything!" Goten sat up quickly to shoot a mean glare. "..Except Okaa-san when she's angry."
"Anyone in their right minds would fear your mom. But seriously, why are you being so shut up? You thinkin' about somethin' important?"
"Hmm...sorta. Me and Onii-san visited Piccolo-san before we came here. He was actin' really strange. At first he wouldn't talk to us; he'd just scream at us to go away. He even threw me into a mountain."
"That's not too strange for Piccolo. He does stuff like that all the time."
"But at some point, he sat down and got reeeeaaaally quiet. He wasn't meditating, either. For a bit, he looked like he was gonna cry or somethin' like that. Onii-san was too busy trying to get him to answer to notice. Then, all of the sudden, he snapped out of it and was surprised that Onii- san was there."
"Piccolo?! Cry?!" Trunks held an expression of disbelief on his face. "He never cries! Even Mama said that Papa cried more often than Piccolo."
"I said 'looked like'!"
"How would you know what it looks like if you never saw him do it!"
"'Cause his eyes were all shiney like there were tears in them an' stuff."
He blinked. "Seriously?! Was it just because you guys wouldn't leave?"
"I don't think so. The last thing he said before he stopped talking was something like 'Don't mention marriage around me'."
"Huh? Where'd that come from?"
"Onii-san said something about the anniversary party for Kuririn-san and #18-san."
"Hmmm... I know!" Trunks snapped his fingers. "Piccolo liked a girl, but she wouldn't marry him because he was green!"
The younger Saiyaling raised a brow. "You think so?"
"Why else would he say that?"
Goten looked down to his thumbs as he twiddled them. "Okaa-san said once that Piccolo-san had a girlfriend."
"H-huh?! You have to explain that!"

The car was doing pretty good time, considering the rain and the increasing dark The chauffeur glanced at the rearview mirror. "We will reach North Capital shortly, Keshou-san. Where, particularly, is it that you wish to go when you get there?"
"I'm still undecided on whether I should go visit my family," the woman in the back said to her employee, "or to turn in for the night. What do you think, Nition?"
"Well, it seems that you should give your brother some warning before coming. After all, you've often commented on how busy he was. And as for your daughter..."
The woman nodded. "Yes... Uwaki is probably not even at her own apartment right now." She sighed and leaned back. "I don't understand it. The girl is in her mid-30's and she still insists on acting like a fresh co- ed! Often, I think I've failed her as a mother..."
"That's quite a harsh thing to say of yourself, Keshou-san. I'm sure you raised her as well as you could."
"I just keep thinking that maybe if I had delayed the divorce or something, she wouldn't turn out so maladjusted... She blamed our divorce on herself..."
"All children do that! In time, they realise it's has nothing to do with them. And it's better to divorce than have her grow up in an angry home, isn't it?"
"I suppose so..." The woman became silent for a moment, before immediately taking a cheery mood. "For someone so young, Nition, you're quite wise! Why, you're lecturing an old woman!"
Nition laughed. "Fifty-six isn't so old, Keshou-san. And you look more like you're pushing you're 30's. Everyone says that you aged rather gracefully."
She looked out the windows to the abounding lights that beamed around through the rain and darkness. "North Capital is always so lively!" She sat up so that she could see the people on the sidewalk. "So bright and colorful!"
For a moment, they went past the gapway between two shut-down buildings. A man, mostly covered by shadow, seemed to stare at them through the tinted windows.
Nition gulped involuntarily. "The alleys are still dark, though."

"Did you feel... something familiar about that limo?" The old Daimaou brought from his son's eyes trailing the vehicle.
"Something..."
"You know, subconsciously, that it has something to do with why you're here. You're mind is still pretty sharp, even though you're losing it."
"A fine thing to tell your son."
"Indeed. Now, let's go to the next phase, shall we?" The translucent figure already started walking off.
"What is the 'next phase?" Piccolo followed his father into the deeper shadows of the alleyway. "Shouldn't I know?"
"My son, you have to fulfill the need of violence that exists in your true spirit to the greatest extent. In this case, it isn't quantity that will do it, but quality."
"That doesn't really answer my question..."
"It will when you see the first target."

The man staggered towards the entrance of the bar, each arm around a girl that had to be ten years younger than he.
"Mr. Rushu, out of all the men that I've been around, you have to be the one who knows the most about having fun," a blonde, scantily clad in purple, cried.
"That's right," said the pink-haired girl to his right, "Things do get better as they get older!"
"I'm glad that I'm not the only one who thinks that way! People underestimate the benefits of extended bachelorhood." He grinned to each of them and moved to open the doors and step out.
They looked up to the shrouded sky as rain plummeted down on them. The girls squealed and hid themselves as well as they could under their small frocks.
Rushu grinned to each of them. "Don't worry." He took off his jacket and shirt and handed one to each, rather proud of his "chivalry", "that just means we have to continue our little party at my place!"
"Oh, you're always so smart, Shuran!"
"That's why you're so much better then those inexperienced little boys!"
"Of course!" Shuran roared with laughter as he commenced to bringing his little tarts home to his apartment. As he walked down the grey sidewalk, the pounding rain kept him unaware that he was being followed.
Keshou - makeup. Some of you might be able to see where this is going, and are probably cheering. You noticed that I gave those OCs from GVD surnames. Laziness kept me from doing so eariler, but the necessity to light on these characters in a more serious and centralized light spurred me to do so now.
TY for pointing out the error... I hate typos that can get past spell checks...