Author's Note: A special thanks to the two wonderful people who reviewed the first five chapters. Silverfalcon, I agree—there aren't many out there and I had thought it'd be cool to create something different. I only wish I had posted this sooner for you and anyone else! And welcome back reindeer sausage! I'm glad you seem to enjoy Kaioshin as you do Cell—I just adore both of them. And yes, Migikai is so damn cute it makes me giggle. An old friend of mine had helped me create him (including the name) and she was so very kind enough to draw a picture of him (and Sabrina). If you'd like to see it, let me know and I can send you the link. I had tried putting it in here, but for whatever reason it doesn't come out completely right and it'd be useless.

Enjoy!

Chapter 6

Two decades passed and East Kaioshin's work as a god had yet to be put to the test. Not that he was complaining about the peace that existed in the universe at this time. He had never had reason to travel to another planet, unless it was out of pure curiosity at the inhabitants or the development of the planet itself.

His life would seem easy to most people, spending every day relaxing with a good book on a hill, watching his fellow Kaioshins enjoy themselves with West Kaioshin's weekly pranks, or sleeping under the moons of the purple sky. East Kaioshin was happy, and he enjoyed the life he lived.

Yet for some time there was something that he had wanted to do because for some reason, it felt like an empty void in his heart. He wanted to return to the place he was told he was born—the Kai planet.

"What for?" West Kaioshin had asked when he told her.

"Don't you ever wonder what our real home planet is like?"

"I was there with the ol' West Kaioshin," she replied with a sigh. "Pretty, I suppose, but it's like any other planet I think. It's got houses scattered, busy towns, and people trying to make money to live."

"And you don't think its worth visiting," East Kaioshin said with a smug grin. "This coming from the girl that can't get enough of exploration."

"But what fun is it to go to a place where everyone looks like you? I mean, now Martania, that's an interesting place."

"The Martanians look like someone threw mud at their face and they never bothered to wash it off," East said criticizing.

"That's what's so funny about them! That and their language sounds like a bunch of different toned grunts," West said excitedly, sitting up from her laying position.

"Well, I'm going to the Kai planet with or without you," he told her getting to his feet. "Although your company would be enjoyed, you know."

West Kaioshin sighed. "Alright, you've convinced me."

As later planned, the Kaioshins, with the exception of Dai Kaioshin, made a trip to their birth planet. East was excited, to put it easy. He was interested to see what his home planet looked like, seeing how his people lived and what life was like for the normal Kais.

"See, it's not that spectacular," West Kaioshin said once they were there.

"Don't listen to her," South said as he started to walk towards the town's entrance. "She's bent out of shape because the last time she was here the guy she tried flirting with pushed here aside and told her to grow up."

"That's not true! I told him to grow up," West muttered as they all followed the strong Kaioshin of the South.

East Kaioshin had never seen anything quite like it. The town was filled with people just like himself, some tall, some his own height, but nonetheless, they were all Kais. Everyone was busy going about their business, trying to make a sale at their wooden booths, running in and out of shops, children playing in the streets, laughter and talk all around. It was fascinating and East wished he could spend more than a day there.

"Well, there they go," West said throwing her arms up in defeat. "North found his fishing shop and South found some stupid training facility. Where might you go, I dare to ask?"

"I'm not sure," East replied, walking along the streets searching out as many booths as he could at once. Some people acted as if he and West Kaioshin weren't there at all, but the ones that did see them stared like they were aliens.

"What are you looking at?" West said to a woman who looked her up and down several times. "You'd think that they didn't know who we were."

"They don't," East said catching a glimpse of a man who he heard say to another, "Who do they think they are, walking around all decked out like that?"

"Well, see if I send them a greeting," West said. Then out of nowhere, she grabbed East's arm and tugged at it. "Oh East! Look at that!"

East Kaioshin turned his head and looked in the direction she was pointing. "I don't see anything…"

"Silly, that's the best perfume shop on the planet! I've never smelt anything as intoxicating as their stuff."

East laughed as she practically skipped across the street, cutting three people and their pet off so she could visit the store. "I think I'll wait here!" He called after her, knowing that she hadn't heard.

East stood in place for a few minutes, looking around once again. Then something, rather someone, caught his eye. Several booth isles over, East laid eyes on an older man talking to a customer behind a clutter of small wooden boxes.

What caught East's attention was the way this man looked. For some odd reason, he felt as if he had seen him before, although he knew he couldn't have. He looked almost similar to himself, only much older and darker. It was his hair, though, that reminded East Kaioshin of his own reflection.

East gradually made his way over to the man, trying not to make it look obvious that he wanted a closer look. Although, it was hard not to stare at the booth he was walking closer too. Not only did the man remind him of himself, but the work he displayed on the tables around him was remarkable.

Small wooden carvings sat crowded together on the three tables that surrounded him. If anything could be made, this man had done it. From small wooden animals, to toys, to beautiful little jewelry boxes, each hand painted and decorated with odd sort of pieces.

The older man had just finished thanking his previous customer when he noticed East Kaioshin looking over his craftsmanship. He looked at the young Kai almost in a daze, East wondering if he should be so bold as to see what the man was thinking.

"Good day, young sir," the man said cheerfully. "May I offer you a toy for your children?"

East laughed lightly to himself and shook his head. "No thank-you. I haven't any children, I'm afraid."

"Ah," the man said with a twinkle in his eye. "Then perhaps a personalized box for your girlfriend I saw you with in front of the perfume shop."

East looked a little shocked at the man, his eyes becoming a hair wider, as he glanced over his shoulder to where he and West had parted. "She's a good friend of mine, yes, but we're not romantically involved." East idly wondered if his face looked as hot as it felt, for although he wasn't involved with West Kaioshin, he had thought more than once of what it would be like to be closer to her.

"I see," the man replied sitting down, although he didn't seem the least bit disappointed.

East Kaioshin turned his attention back to the man and studied his features for several seconds. "I'm sorry if I'm staring, but you look so familiar to me."

"You know, I was just thinking the same thing about you," the man replied. "Perhaps if I introduce myself that'll get us somewhere? My name is Keikan Touten."

East thought for only a moment but shook his head once again. "I'm afraid that name doesn't ring a bell." He looked around quickly, trying to avoid the man asking him his own name. He didn't want to cause an uproar if the man suddenly dropped to his knees when if found out he was a god.

"You have some beautiful pieces, if I may say so," East told him truthfully. He picked up a small blue box that was decorated in gems.

"That sir is my most prized piece," Keikan stated. "The only one of its kind, decorated with real gems from distant planets."

"Really?" East said delicately turning the box over in his hands. "How much does it go for?"

"I'm afraid I can't sell it for less than 3,000 seirsa," Keikan told him with the tone that the price was much too high for anyone to be bothered with. "It's the gems, I'm afraid that makes it so expensive."

East nodded and put his hand behind his back, willingly materializing a bag of gold coins into his palm. He put the box down and then brought the sack from behind his back and held it out to the man. "There's a little more than that in this, but you may keep the change."

Keikan's aging face became bright and red as he waved his hands in front of his guest. "I'm afraid I can't take more than the price, sir. It's wrong."

"A gift, then," East urged, "for your excellent work. I won't take no for an answer."

After a short hesitation, Keikan took the small bag of money, peaking inside out of habit to make sure there were real coins and not a bag of stones like he had experienced happening in the past. "You are too kind, good sir," he replied as he stood up once again. "Miyabita, could you wrap this up for the fine young gentleman?"

From behind the curtain of the back of the booth, a woman near the age of Keikan emerged. East noted her aging beauty, and more than ever he felt a weird feeling inside him that he knew her as well.

It seemed to be the same case with Miyabita while she took the box from her husband and wrapped it up. Her eyes repeatedly glanced up and looked into East's ebony pair. When she was done and gave it to her husband, her mouth opened to release the word, "Migikai."

"I'm sorry?" East said, catching her word with his keen hearing.

Miyabita blushed, realizing that she had said that out loud. "Forgive me. It's just….you remind me so much of my son."

"Do I?" East said amused. "Where is your son, may I ask?"

"We do not know," Keikan said handing East his purchase. "Dai Kaioshin took him away when he was barely two years old, I'm afraid. The great god seemed to feel he had a hidden power and it needed looking after."

"We haven't seen him since," Miyabita replied. "And seeing you…I thought by chance you were him."

East looked at the two people before him again. If he didn't know better, he too would think he was their son. He could see himself in both of them, especially Miyabita. Her features were so much like his own, but alas, he knew it wasn't possible.

"So what did you buy?" West Kaioshin had joined East at his side and looked over at the boxes. "Those are beautiful," she said to Keikan.

"Thank you," Keikan replied, looking at West and then back at the Kai he too thought could possibly be his lost son. "Well, good day to you," he said to East Kaioshin as he sat down and pretended to busy himself with something under the table.

East nodded and paid his farewells to them both and walked with West Kaioshin over to where North and South were waiting on the street corner.

"What's wrong with you?" West asked as she noticed something was occupying her friend's mind.

"Those people…they seemed so familiar to me. They thought I was their son."

West laughed. "East, you know that's not possible."

"It very well could be for all I know."

"Even your parents could be long gone by now."

East sighed and shrugged at the same time. "You're probably right. Anyway, did you get anything at that perfume place you practically flew into?"

"Mhmm," she said with a smirk. "I'll have to let you smell them when we get home."

"So we're all returning with a souvenir, eh?" North Kaioshin said as he held up his new fishing pole. "A day well spent, I say."

East Kaioshin agreed, but went home to still think about the people he had met back on his home planet.