Siarra laid quietly on the main dome of The Lookout. She decided to give some meditation a try, maybe then she could make sense out of this whole mess.
"Why is Eli doing this?" She said quietly aloud.
"She knows every time she runs, everyone gets mad at her; well everyone except Kira and Brutis." She mused silently. "She knows everyone catches her at one point. She knows that there's no way to escape everyone. So why does she still run?"
Siarra felt her head begin to throb, all this intense musing gave her a headache. "Damn." She swore quietly. She sat up when she felt Piccolo's ki reapproaching the Lookout. She hopped off the dome just as Piccolo ascended over the Lookout edge and landed gracefully on the deck. Siarr approached him halfway through the deck.
"Well? Did you find her?" She asked earnestly. Piccolo smirked, and as he began to walk by her he laid one of his massive hands on her head, the emerald contrasting greatly with the light brown of Siarrra's hair.. Siarra understood this as a great sign of affection.
"Yeah, I caught her." Came Piccolo's gruff voice. "I don't know if it's getting easier, or if I'm just getting good at it."
Siarra giggled slightly, realizing this was about as close as her father would get to making jokes or wisecracks of any sort.
Frost blasted over the Lookout edge, a look of panic and something undeterminable etched on his face.
"You two gotta come quick!" He pleaded.
"What's wrong?" Piccolo asked.
"No time to explain! Just hone in on Brutis' ki and make it there and fast!" Frost commanded. And with that disappeared over the deck and out of sight. Both Siarra and Piccolo both ran as fast as they could and blasted over the Lookout deck.
As soon as Piccolo and Siarra began to become close to Brutis' ki, they were joined by their freinds and fellow warriors. This was truely the begining of the most dreadfull fight they'd ever have to witness.