So it continued for another year. Anywhere from a space from a few days, to a week, to a month; Icer and Frost would inadvertantly show up and ask for help in finding their runaway sister.
Everytime Eli ran a different warrior brought her home. One time it may be Trunks,Siarra,or one of the younger warriors bringing her back.Another time she ran therisk of being caught by one of the older warriors, and that was usually worse because they would bawl her out more for the running. Each time she would try a new technique to keep herself off the otherZwarriors mental radars, to the Z warriors it seemed like she was trying to give them some time to cool off; when it was doing just the opposite. Itonly gave them more time to be pissed at her.
The most disturbing thing the other Z warriors noticed was the remarkable personality change in Eli. She wasn't cocky, didn't fight back, didn't act like herself. The only glimmer of her usual self emerged when they would bring her back to her family's house. She would look directly in to Brutis' eyes, and that's when you could see the real Eli. Her eyes seemed to say "Fuck you! Fuck you I got what I wanted!"
But, hey! Who in their right mind would base a suspicion on looks given by a runaway teenager?

Piccolo sat quietly in the tree, his emerald skin a brilliant camaflouge. He'd been sitting there for the past few hours. He wanted to take a new approach to catching Eli. He figured if he chased, she would run. So Piccolo just decided to simply set a trap. He used his ki to make an invisible ki lasso. It laid amog the dry and dying leaves and twigs, invisible. Piccolo stretched his arm and hand slightly, trying to relieve the tension that had been growing for some time.
His ears picked up the sound of leaves crackling and twigs snapping.
"Here she comes..." Piccolo thought in preperation.
Eli ran directly under him, turning around and looking franticly about. Piccolo could hear her laboured and exhauseted breath. She was one-half of a step from where she needed to be.
"Come on. Come on. Step back. Step back." Piccolo's silent mantra continued in his mind like a broken record player.
Eli took a cautious step back in order to balance herself so she could continue running. It was all Piccolo needed.
His arm retracted sharply, making the ki lasso visible and hauling Eli off her feet and upside down.
"Fuck..." She muttered.
Now Piccolo was beyond angery. When he'd been asked to find Eli, he'd been within reach of teaching Siarra the Special Beam Cannon technique. He hated interruptions in the first place, but this was becoming simply ridiculous.
He hovered down slowly from the tree branch, so that he was eye-level with Eli. "We both know the drill correct?" Piccolo asked.
"Hai." Eli sighed.
Piccolo disintigrated the ki rope and caught Eli by the back of her shirt collar as she fell.