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Kimura stretched her arms and legs out once more before flopping down on the ground to rest. She had been training for three hours straight and her muscles were killing her. Lying down, she let out a long sigh then smiled feeling Crisjin's ki nearby.
"What are you doing?" She called out propping her head up on her arms.
Crisjin walked into her field of vision, "Just looking for a sparring partner, looks like you've already had a workout though." Kimura smirked and Crisjin sat down next to her.
"Seriously." She said looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
Crisjin shrugged nonchalantly, "I haven't seen much of you lately. Not since the Frieza thing," He glanced at Kimura noticing the way her eyes dimmed at the mere mention of the name 'Frieza', "It's like you're avoiding me or something."
Kimura sat up, "No it's not that, I've just been training a lot more lately with the androids coming…" She glanced over at him then quickly away.
"No, what I meant is it's been different between us." Crisjin said softly touching Kimura's shoulder.
She flinched away climbing to her feet, "It's been different between us since-" She looked down at the ground angrily, "I don't want to talk about it right now."
"Since when haven't you been able to talk to me?" Crisjin asked standing up.
Kimura bit her lip, "No, It's not that," She glanced up at him then back to the ground, "How long has it been? 6-7 years? I thought I had forgotten, I thought…" She grit her teeth running her hand through her hair; she wouldn't cry, she wouldn't-
"I'm sorry," Crisjin said softly moving closer to her, "If I had-"
Kimura wiped her eyes, "No don't," She moved away, "Don't start that… I just need some time, okay?"
Crisjin nodded, "Alright."
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Piccolo was amazed at how much stronger Gohan had gotten since he trained him several years ago. He was proving he'd be useful when the androids come; Goku had even been generally impressed. Not that he'd say otherwise… but Piccolo could tell when someone was lying or not. Gohan would be ready when the androids came.
But there was something else, something that Trunks had said that disturbed him.
"There's something else, something I wasn't expecting," Trunks glanced back at the group and Piccolo pretended to be meditating, "Those three Saiyajins that are here… they weren't in my timeline."
So would that mean that any of what Trunks said would happen? Or even on time? He breathed sharply from his nose as he moved through some warm up katas; one thing he was positive of though, the training for him wouldn't stop until he was sure he was stronger than Goku.
'Might have to talk to the old man…' He thought grimly punching at the air.
"I HATE YOU!"
Piccolo froze then straightened up his eyes scanning his surroundings for the source of the screams. Sobs followed shortly after echoing around the small clearing. Figuring his concentration was broken, Piccolo decided to find whoever was making all the noise. The boy had made him soft; he frowned, if this had happened before Raditz came he would have left without even a second thought.
The source of the crying was coming from the woods; he was mildly amazed at how loud the person was being. He stopped finding Kimura sitting on the edge of a large rock holding her head, her shoulders trembling with sobs. She jumped sensing his presence and quickly wiped her eyes.
"S-sorry," She mumbled climbing to her feet, "I didn't think anyone was around."
Piccolo studied her as she wiped the tears from her eyes in a vain attempt at composing herself.
"I thought he was coming for me," She said suddenly, more to herself then to Piccolo, "How paranoid is that?" She sat back down on the rock breathing in deeply through her nose.
Curiosity got the better of Piccolo, "Who?" He grunted folding his arms over his chest.
Kimura looked at him in surprise having not expected the Namekian to even talk to her, "Frieza." She answered looking away, her eyes darkening, narrowing into slits.
"Why would he care where you were?"
And here Kimura had thought that the tall Namekian man hardly ever talked, let alone ask questions. It had shocked her, but what shocked her even more was her willingness to talk to him when she hadn't been able to talk to Crisjin. No, this was different; Piccolo was an outsider while Crisjin had been an insider. Crisjin already knew what was wrong but didn't… couldn't understand Kimura's pain.
"Punishment," Kimura sighed softly, "Like Kakarato, I'm a lower class Saiyajin. Kakarato was lucky to have never lived under rule of King Vegeta, his father might have been a great warrior but it didn't matter in the eyes of King Vegeta." Piccolo watched the girl unconsciously clutch her tail to her chest; he was in for a long story that he didn't really care to hear, but he'd stand there and pretend to listen anyways.
"It was against the law to talk to let alone be friends with an elite warrior, or a Saiyajin of a higher class. Guess I broke that rule twice over." She chuckled softly running her hand through her hair, Piccolo snorted glancing away, she continued, "Tora saved my life one night-"
"What the Hell are you? You're not Saiyajin, you're eyes are green!"
"Hey assholes! Leave the girl alone!"
The four large burly Saiyajin men turned around their eyes wide, "P-Princess Tora!" One of them squeaked and they all quickly bowed.
"-She invited me to spar with her and we were friends ever since. I began to sneak into the palace at night to meet her, guess I wasn't as stealthy as I thought. Crisjin, at the time Vegeta's guard, found me-"
"You'd blend in better with the plants if you were a Namekian."
Kimura gasped pressing herself against the wall and bowed her head, "P-Please forgive-"
"Ah, you're the one who's been sparring with Tora for the past week. Kimura was it?" Crisjin smirked folding his arms over his chest, "I've seen you come here for a week straight now, thought I'd tell you to be a little more careful."
"You're not going to turn me in?" Kimura whispered glancing up at the older Saiyajin's face. He smiled and shook his head.
"-After a couple of months me and…" Kimura froze looking up at Piccolo, "You won't tell them will you?"
Piccolo quirked an eyebrow, "Tell who?" He hadn't realized how strict Saiyajin rules were, 'No wonder Vegeta acts like he has a stick up his ass…'
"Tora, Vegeta, and them, please don't tell them." Kimura grimaced realizing she had probably said too much and that the Namekian was most likely bored of her ramblings.
Piccolo shrugged, "Feh, I don't talk to them much anyways. Whatever you say here stays here."
Allowing a small smile, Kimura nodded, "Neither Tora nor Vegeta know that me and Crisjin were 'dating', as the humans call it. But we all knew each other and Vegeta now had enough blackmail on Tora to keep her from torturing him with rubber spiders-"
"Rubber spiders?" Piccolo cut in raising an eyebrow curiously.
Kimura shook her head smiling, "I'm sure you'll see one day," Piccolo snorted and looked away, "Anyways… as things were we all ended up to be friends, if you wanna say that. When Frieza came to take one elite team, Vegeta pulled some strings and I was brought on board Frieza's ship along with Crisjin, Tora, and himself." She suppressed a shudder and stood up pacing slowly back and forth.
"But then," She stopped fisting her hands at her sides, "Then Crisjin was sent off to a planet that later exploded and it was assumed he was dead. Tora had already been gone by then along with Vegeta and his new body guard, Nappa. It was only me and some odd rookies known as the Ginyu Force left on Frieza's ship…"
Piccolo rolled his eyes at the mention of the Ginyu Force; those dancing idiots were never warriors but ballerinas. He grunted dropping his arms to his sides, Kimura looked tense suddenly.
"Somehow," She continued swallowing thickly, "Somehow Frieza found out about my past-"
"Low class monkey!" Frieza shouted shoving Kimura back, she glared at him full in the eyes, "How dare you look me in the eye monkey! All this time… take her to the holding cell!" He screamed to one of the guards.
Kimura struggled against the guard, "No! I'm-"
"You'll be dealt with later." Frieza growled grabbing Kimura by the chin.
"-Two years I was a prisoner there… then we landed on some planet, I can't even remember the name, and I escaped running into Crisjin who had been living there since his last mission-"
"Hey, careful!"
Kimura stumbled backwards, "S-sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry I-"
"Kimura?"
She startled her eyes ticking up to the man's face, "Crisjin?" No, this couldn't be…
He said something else but she couldn't hear him, not over the blood rushing in her ears. She wanted to scream…
"-Frieza left without even realizing I was gone, and we left shortly after. It wasn't but a year later we ran into Tora and decided to come here… after several pit stops…" She sighed heavily sitting back down on the rock. Kami it felt good getting all that off her chest, it had been… well she had never vented like that before.
Piccolo gave her a steady look, "How did you know of Earth?"
"What?" Kimura looked up at him in confusion, her eyes focused on his shoulders.
"You didn't just pick to come here randomly; you had to have known of its existence."
Kimura dropped her eyes back onto the ground; she shook her head, "No… I was the one who suggested it after…" She trailed off standing up again, "My mother mentioned Earth; she was the one who scouted it over for Kakarato to take over."
Piccolo felt his jaw drop slightly; he quickly closed it composing himself glad that Kimura had missed his reaction.
"I think," She continued, "I think she knew somewhere in the back of her mind that Kakarato wouldn't destroy Earth."
"Wait," Piccolo furrowed his eyebrows, "She got to pick who went?"
Nodding, Kimura looked up at him, "Yes."
Piccolo snorted softly, "You're not fully Saiyajin then."
"What do you mean by that?" Kimura snapped narrowing her eyes at the Namekian.
Rolling his eyes Piccolo unfolded his arms from his chest, "You mentioned that your eye color wasn't normal for a Saiyajin, right? It was only an assumption."
"No, I'm full Saiyajin and I'm not weak!" Kimura turned her back to Piccolo then shook her head.
Piccolo stared at her back blankly, "I never said you were weak; don't put words in my mouth."
Sighing deeply Kimura turning around, "Sorry, automatic reaction… being called weak usually came after the mention of my eye color."
"I could care less about the color of your eyes." Piccolo grunted trying to look the female Saiyajin in the eyes.
She turned her head away, "Some habits are hard to drop."
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