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Legs dangling over the edge; the ground in clear view for miles and miles. There was a layer of clear blue sky then clouds in the east, a storm was brewing. Kimura could imagine the sidewalks spotted with raindrops then the downpour following behind crackling thunder.
Or maybe it was snowing…
Tora sat down beside her folding her legs underneath herself. She was silent for a long moment, just watching the storm clouds move across the horizon. The scent of fresh rain washed over the lookout.
"What're you going to do?"
Kimura breathed in deeply, "I was torn at first," She admitted bowing her head, "But I'm gonna keep it." Her arms wrapped around her stomach, "When I first found out about it," Her breath hitched in hesitation, "I wanted nothing more than to destroy it. The thought of him inside me made me sick. Then Vegeta found out and ordered me to kill it. Ordered me to kill my child. I felt this protectiveness I had never experienced before… I had never thought possible for the thing inside me. This is my child and it hasn't done anything to deserve that kind of fate. A fate to not have the opportunity to make a decision of your own… to not even take a breath."
Tora nodded, "Think you're ready for a child?"
"Hell no!" Kimura laughed, "Are you kidding? Me with a kid?"
Tora laughed nudging Kimura in the side, "Yea, you'll do fine. You've got tons of help around here."
Kimura grinned, "Think so?"
"I know so." Tora stretched her legs out, "As long as you don't name it Kiseki or Kage."
Kimura smirked, "Damn." She breathed climbing to her feet, "You got me." She grinned stretching her back out, "I need to get down from here, be on solid ground for a while."
Tora eyed Kimura warily, "You know that's not safe."
"Piccolo told me of a place the Androids haven't discovered yet… either that or haven't cared to tear down. He said it was on an island… an old hermit lived their named Kamesennin."
Shrugging, Tora turned back to looking down at the clouds, "Just be careful, 'k?"
Kimura grinned, "Always." She nodded jumping off the side of the edge and let herself free fall. Not even two minutes later Piccolo and Crisjin touched down on the surface of the Lookout. Piccolo scowled cursing under his breath as he walked up to Tora.
Tora gawked at Crisjin for a moment, "Wha-" She blinked shaking her head and broke out into a smile, "Welcome back! Now where the Hell have you been?"
Piccolo snorted folding his arms over his chest, "Where'd Kimura go?" He asked deciding it better if he went ahead and warned Kimura of the returning warrior.
"Kamesennin Island or something…" Tora shrugged.
Turning, Piccolo sighed inwardly, he really didn't want to go see the old pervert hermit.
"Piccolo," He stopped and looked over his shoulder, "Wait, I want to go with you." Crisjin said, he quickly told Tora the condensed version of where he had been before making his way over to the Namek.
Piccolo looked the Saiyajin over, nodded, and then jumped off the edge.
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She ran out of the house barefooted and dressed in only black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Snow drifted from the heavens to the cold hardening sand beneath her feet. Numbness and pain swept up through her toes and legs, such numbness, such sweet angry pain.
"Kimura!" Piccolo roared racing out after her, he hadn't thought this would happen. Not in a million years.
She was fast, even through the ice and snow and no protection on her feet. Kami she was fast.
They had walked in; she had looked up and gaped. Then she was out the door and on the run around the house and across the beach.
The ocean stopped her; she turned the waves licking at her feet, "Go away!" She screamed, Kami why did things like this have to happen? He had promised her, he had promised and what does he do? Breaks it again!
Crisjin followed behind Piccolo stopping three feet away from the two, "Kimu-"
"No!" She pointed at Crisjin, "No, you… just go away! I can't deal with you right now."
"I'm sorry," Crisjin stepped forward, "I didn't mean to-"
Piccolo stopped the man, "Go inside." He growled looking down at him sternly. Crisjin narrowed his eyes, stepped back and slowly retreated into the house.
"Kimura come inside, it's freezing out here." Piccolo said, when she ignored him he stepped closer, "Kimura go inside!" He ordered trying to break through the wall she was steadfastly building.
She lifted her head glaring at the Namek towering over her, "No." She whispered half startling him; he had expected her to scream at him again. The hesitance in her voice was foreign to his ears. He remained silent staring her down, waiting for that wall to crumble.
Apparently the wall was made of sand since it crumbled after only two minutes of standing in the quickly cooling wind. Kimura bowed her head, "How can he do that to me? Am I being selfish?" She looked up at him biting at her lip. Piccolo studied her eyes for the split second she allowed them to connect with his. Anger, hurt, and frustration flickered across them; he had expected to see at least a little bit of sadness there. He mentally scolded himself for allowing himself to get into this kind of predicament. He had never been good with human emotions or trying to comfort someone.
But this seemed different.
"No," He shook his head, "You're not being selfish."
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One Year Later
Once again time seemed to speed up. The androids attacked Kame House killing the old man and turtle as well as sending the small island under the water. Kimura went into labor a month early having a kicking and screaming baby girl. The child was quiet most of the time but had a short temper and a very strong pair of lungs.
Piccolo winced resisting the urge to cover his ears and he walked into the nursery he and Crisjin has set up on the Lookout for Kimura.
Things between Crisjin and Kimura hadn't gotten any better nor had they gotten any worse. They seemed to just try and avoid each other, well Kimura did. Crisjin, the poor guy, was trying anything and everything to get Kimura to forgive him. Turns out what they say about pregnant Saiyajin women is true, you honestly can't say anything right.
"She's crying again!" Kimura sighed rocking the child in her arms, "I can't get her to stop! I've tried everything!"
Piccolo mentally took pity on Kimura; the woman looked about ready to rip her hair out. He silently regarded the child for a moment, before he could even say anything Kimura shoved her into his arms and then stepped back.
"Hold her for a minute please." She pleaded as she flopped down on the floor and stretched her back before lying down.
Piccolo looked speechless for exactly five seconds, his eyes wide in silent terror before they finally rested on the quieting child. Akane blinked then looked up at Piccolo with large watery green eyes, the same deep green color as her mother's. She blinked again wrapping her jet-black tail around his bicep, and then screamed. Piccolo winced holding Akane out at arms length and glared at her.
"Be quiet!" He snapped resisting the urge to shake the child just to see if it was broken. Who knows, she was the product of an android too… maybe she had a few screws missing?
Bulma poked her head into the room and approached the now panicky looking Namekian and took Akane from his arms. She shushed the child as she rocked her gently.
Kimura and Piccolo both watched in amazement, neither of them could figure out how Bulma did it. Kimura figured that it was experience from Trunks, the little boy in the room next door taking his own nap.
"Thank you Bulma!" Kimura sighed in relief watching Akane fall asleep, "Thank you so much!"
Bulma smiled handing Akane back to Piccolo, "Sometimes it just takes someone else to calm them." She shrugged retreating back out the door.
Kimura rubbed the back of her neck, "We're gonna run out of people…"
Piccolo snorted cradling the baby to his chest, "Have you talked to-"
"I'm getting an apartment," Kimura cut in climbing to her feet and took Akane from Piccolo's arms, "Not right now… but when the Androids have been killed then I am. Just me and Akane."
"Really?" Piccolo frowned letting his arms drop by his sides, he moved to the far wall and leaned against it, "I take it you haven't talked to Crisjin yet."
Kimura laid Akane in her crib, "What's he got to do with anything?" She said moving away from the crib, "And yes really."
Piccolo studied the Saiyajin woman before him for a moment, "You need to live on your own, it'll be good for you." He said deciding to drop the subject of Crisjin.
"Thanks." Kimura murmured bowing her head, "I'll talk to him." She said lifting her eyes, "You've been a good friend Pic-"
An explosion blew open the door and rocked the lookout.
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