Bulma put the final stiches in Eli's body. She stood back and looked at the poor girl lying in her hospital bed. Bulma closed her eyes, shook her head and began writing in her report. How Eli was alive she didn't know, all she knew was that Eli had to be a very strong person to go through what she must've gone through.
Eli's head wrenched to the side, tensing some of the tubes she was connected too. Bulma got up and tried to soothe her by talking to her, she didn't want to have to give her drugs until absolutely neccesary.
"Eli...Eli...calm down...it's all right." She repeated over and over.
Eli's lips parted slightly and she began to talk in her sleep.
"Chill...don't trust him...plan" Eli hoarsely whispered in her sleep. She wasn't making any sense.
Bulma finally gave in and pressed the morphine button.

Bulma stood out in the waiting room with the Z warriors, reading out her report. By now, most of the Z warriors heads were turned in shame, anger, disgust, or a combonation of all three.
"I can't belive how underweight she is; it's a miracle her kidneys haven't shut down yet." Bulma said, struggling to keep her voice stoic.
"How underweight is she?" Trunks asked, knowing full well that he wouldn't like the answer.
"Let's put it this way, if the normal weight range for Eli's age is 110-120 pounds, Eli is 52 pounds."
Even Vegeta and Piccolo flinched at this. "Why hadn't any of us noticed these things?" They all asked themselves.
Bulma flipped through her notes some more, wanting more information that would encourage these warriors in front of her. After several seconds of searching she finally found something to say that would end the silence in the room. "Does the name 'Chill' mean anything to anyone?" Bulma asked.
The warriors looked at each other in confusion. Siarra raised her head from it's bowed position.
"That's her younger brother." she said solemly. "I saw him before," she faltered, "Before the first blow was thrown today, but after that I lost track of him."
"We'll go look for him." Goku volenteered. He, Vegeta, and Gohan got up and left for the imfamous site.

All three landed in the building within minutes of leaving Capsule Corp.. They spread out and began to look silently for Chill, both visually and by searching for his ki signal. Within fifteen minutes Gohan had found the boy sitting in a cornor, which was partially covered by a huge slab of concrete.

He was a small boy, probably no more than five years old.With lighter skin, torn clothes, peircing black eyes, and black locks which was relativly relaxed, but spiked more towards the front. His eyes especially conveyed hate, distrust, fear, and anger.

"Hey there, little guy." Gohan said encouragingly, placing his hand on the boys shoulder. His hand was quickly batted away.
"Kryos tio pugohs!" Chill shouted threateningly, his glare becoming more intense and hate filled by the second.
Goku and Vegeta landed had landed near the shockedGohan at this point. Gohan turned and shared his expression of question with his father, neither of them had ever heard a language like this before in their whole lives.
"Out of my way, whelp!" Vegeta commanded, throwing Gohan aside with a simple gesture.
"Don't beat him to make him come with us!" Gohan commanded with a note of worry in his voice.
"I'm not going to hit him you idiot!" Vegeta saidangrily. "The kid's speaking saiyan!"
Kneeling down, he began to speak the same gibberish-sounding language as the young child.
"Gresthe youric symota?" Vegeta asked.
"bosder vex o kilap symota." Chill responded.
"Xedas ikayewi tyour." Vegeta said, and with a wave of his hand the child crawled out of his little hideout.
"That was amazing Vegeta! What'd you say to him!" Goku exclaimed as Vegeta hoisted the small child in his arms.
"I simply asked if he wanted to be taken to his sister. He said yes, and I said we'd take him to her." Vegeta added with a smirk of confidence. All three blasted off towards Capsule Corp.

Before taking Chill directly to Eli, the three men decided to ask him a few questions; in hope they could understand a little more about they had witnessed mere hours ago. Thankfully the men had discovered the child understood english, which made their job a whole lot easier.
"Chill, what happened between your daddy and your sister?" Goku asked sweetly.
"Houric shiui." The child stated furiously. Gohan and Goku looked at Vegeta in question.
"He said 'Go fuck yourself.'" Vegeta said calmly.
All three of them tried to talk to Chill, but he was angry and stubborn. The most they were getting were threats and profanity, nothing usefull. It continued for an hour like this.
"I give up!" Gohan exclaimed in exassperation. He shoved himself away from the table and began to pace. Out of his gi shirt he produced a small candy bar. Gohan knew they weren't especially good for him, but he also knew they were filling and staved off hunger when nothing good was available. He ripped off the paper and uncrinkled the foil surrounding the milk chocolate.
Chill's eyes snapped on the candy. As Gohan paced and undid the wrapper, Chill's eyes followed the sweet morsel in his hands. He could taste his saliva pooling in his mouth. He could smell the sugary-sweetness mere feet from where he was. He mentally counted the calories like Eli had taught him. 250, that could keep him going for the day.
Vegeta glanced down to see the child focusing on the candy in Gohan's hands.
"Kakkorot!" Vegeta whispered hoarsely, nodding at Chill; trying to convey his point without disturbing the child. One look at Chill and Goku understood.
"Gohan, give me the candy." Goku said plainly. Gohan obliged, having had his attention turned to Chill, he was no longer hungry.
"Chill," Goku began,"I'll give you this whole candy bar if you talk to us about your dad."
Chill began to cry. Soundless streams of salt water trickled down his cheeks.
"Alright!" Chill screamed, surprising everyone. They hadn't thought he knew how to speak english. "I'll tell you what you wanna know, just please let me have that candy!"