A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I just moved and it took a couple of days to get my computer back from my brother and to get it set up with internet access. :-P I will now have more time to write! Woot! And hopefully I'll get another chapter of Journey up soon as well, I've been working really hard on that story 'cause I don't want it to turn to crap. XP

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"What'd she tell you?" Piccolo said pulling Tora aside once the two female Saiyajins returned back to the Capsule Corps. ruins. Tora made a face watching Kimura wander off towards the group, her eyes ticked back to Piccolo.

"I can't tell you." She sighed folding her arms over her chest, "Shouldn't we be moving since the Androids know we're here now?"

Piccolo scowled not liking Tora's answer or her subject change, "We should," He grunted planning on finding out on his own what had happened between Kimura and the androids, "They were waiting for you two to return."

Tora nodded, "Well, we're back. Let's get moving. Why don't we hide out on Kami's lookout or something?"

Bulma looked up as Kimura approached the group; she smiled holding Trunks more securely against her, "Kimura! Where did you," She paused noticing the bruises on the younger girl's face, "What happened to your face? Are you okay?"

Vegeta snorted, "Woman you ask to many questions." He barked folding his arms over his chest, "Leave the girl alone." He tossed Kimura a look saying he knew something.

She stared back at him emotionlessly startling when Bulma touched her arm, "You okay?" She asked again ignoring Vegeta.

Kimura forced a smile and nodded, "I'm fine."

Vegeta scoffed and walked off muttering something about women and weak underclass Saiyajins. Goku chuckled nervously as he stood up from his crouched position near Krillin. He had inadvertently heard Vegeta's subtle, or so he figured, insult towards Kimura, "We should get going, everyone's here now right?"

"I think so Goku." Krillin answered glancing around the crumbling yard, "Where're we going too?"

Goku's mouth twitched sideways as he bit then inside of his mouth, "Hm… Hey Piccolo," He called out waving at the Namekian who in turn sweat dropped in embarrassment, "Think it'll be okay to stay at Kami's lookout?"

"I believe it'll be fine." Piccolo nodded folding his arms over his chest, "I'm sure Mr. Popo would enjoy the company."

2 Months Later

Tension was high on the lookout, especially between Vegeta and Kimura. Tora had confided in Piccolo that she didn't understand their behavior herself.

"They had always gotten along, or so I thought." She bit her lip in thought folding her arms over chest, "He knows something…" She muttered to herself not expecting Piccolo to have heard her.

The Namekian eyed the Saiyajin for a moment, "You know something as well. I have a feeling it has to do with Kimura's sudden determination to defeat the androids," He tilted his head to the side, "And her withdrawal from us during the past 2 months."

Tora blinked tilting her head away, "Pic-"

"Get the Hell away from me Vegeta!" Kimura screamed from inside the palace. Tora and Piccolo looked at each other in confusion before investigating the sudden outburst. Kimura was glaring at Vegeta, her arms wrapped around herself protectively.

"I knew it!" Vegeta hissed clenching his fists at his sides, "Weak low class mutt! Don't you have any Saiyajin pride?"

Kimura grit her teeth together, "Bastard-"

"Didn't think I would know did you? I could smell him on you the minute you returned," He narrowed his eyes, "Your best interest would be to get rid of it."

Tora stepped in grabbing Vegeta by the arm and pulled him to the side. Kimura gaped at the man, his glare on her unwavering even as Tora shouted at him and shook his shoulder. Piccolo went to Kimura standing in front of her shielding her from Vegeta's stare.

"What was that about?" Piccolo growled sending Vegeta back a dirty look of his own before turning to Kimura. The girl before him, looking shattered and at a loss of words, didn't look like the woman he had been training for the past 2 months. Her shoulders trembled, her head tilted down so he couldn't see her face, or the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Kimura?" Piccolo furrowed his eyebrows reaching a hand out towards her chin. He could hear Tora and Vegeta bickering behind him, Tora's voice rising in volume at Vegeta's stubbornness.

"You will not treat my sister like that Vegeta!"

Kimura wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, "I gotta tell you somethin' Piccolo." She said lifting her head.

Piccolo dropped his hand to his side locking eyes with the woman before him.

"Sister?" He heard Vegeta scoff behind him.

"Be a brother to my sister Vegeta." Tora whispered.

Kimura bit her lip dropping her eyes to the ground quickly feeling uncomfortable with the eye contact. Old memories surfaced and she grit her teeth together, "The Androids… The male-17 she called him. H-he…" Her eyes slammed shut in sudden anger, "Damn it! Piccolo I'm pregnant!"

There was sudden silence followed by a soft snort and retreating footsteps. She opened her eyes to find Vegeta had left the room and both Tora and Piccolo were staring at her.

"Pregnant? Kimu why didn't you tell me?" Tora whispered moving closer to the girl.

Kimura bowed her head, "'cause I wasn't sure I would keep it."

Piccolo opened and closed his mouth a few times before scowling, he growled turning away.

"Piccolo!" Kimura grabbed his arm and he froze clenching his fist, "Please don't… they're too strong-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Piccolo whispered.

Kimura let go of his arm, "It's not like that."

"Sorry you felt I couldn't be trusted." Piccolo frowned walking away. Kimura bowed her head sighing once he was out of the room.

Tora wrapped her arms around Kimura, "I'm sorry." She said softly.

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The sound of rushing water always seemed to have a calming affect on Piccolo whenever he was stressed, or angry, or whatever. He sat under the water letting it run over his body; the waterfall was one of the few places left untouched by the androids, and for that he was grateful.

Somewhere to his left a twig snapped, he opened his eyes standing up straight out of the water. Like a deer caught in headlights, there stood Crisjin.

"This day could not get any better." Piccolo muttered dryly to himself.

Crisjin blinked a few times, "Do I know you?"

"Oh yea," Piccolo snorted rising his ki briefly to dry himself as he lowered to the ground, "Where've you been?" He looked the man over, he didn't appear to be dead like they had all thought… or even injured for that matter.

Crisjin stared back at him blankly, then he blinked his eyes widening, "Oh shit!" He stammered shaking his head, "Oh shit, oh shit… I can't believe… oh shit!"

Piccolo folded his arms over his chest, "Care to elaborate?" He grunted raising an eyebrow.

"Yea, but it's stupid….no wait cliché. I can't even believe how cliché this is," Crisjin rolled his eyes heavenward, "Last thing I could remember was being on planet-" He froze biting his lip, "Well the name doesn't matter," He stammered not wanting to admit he couldn't pronounce the planet's name he had lived on for several years, "-That's where I thought I was now. But when I saw you everything snapped back. Oh Kami the androids! Is Gohan okay? I saw him fall and I tried to get to him but…" He shook his head growing silent.

Piccolo frowned, "Gohan's fine, he's strong."

"You make it sound like he's hurt or something…" Crisjin said softly.

"He was. Couldn't walk for several weeks, but he's worked at it and can walk without assistants." Piccolo turned away dropping his arms down to his sides, "You need to come back." He tilted his head to the side looking down at the man before turning away and floating upward. There was a part of him that didn't want Crisjin to come back, a part that wished he really was dead. He hated seeing that lost look in Kimura's eyes, the look she had for the longest time after they couldn't find Crisjin. It had slowly vanished with determination taking residence in her forest green eyes, and now the trauma with 17… He hoped this might cheer her up, that sadistic part of him didn't believe it though.

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