Keira reenters Capsule Corp. with a strong resolve. She does not return to the kitchen, she finds a place in the living room and just listens. As soon as Yamcha notices her, he walks over.
"Shouldn't you be in the kitchen?" He asks her.
"No, I don't think so. I seem quite suited to the conversations out here." She answers holding her tongue from saying more.
"But you're a woman. You should be in the kitchen with the rest of the women." Yamcha says and as soon as the words leave his mouth, the entire contents of the living room falls silent and stares in horror at Yamcha.
Keira loses her cool and her power level rises. "I….. belong…… where?"
Yamcha winces, "You know I didn't mean it like that. It's just you don't know these guys and you'd be much better getting to know the women. These guys are a bunch of perverts." He desperately tries to back pedal.
The room stays silent and everyone waits for the drama to unfold. Unbeknownst to the rest of the room, Piccolo retuned after Keira did.
"Of course, you wouldn't want your precious doll to be around such rough individuals." Keira puts her hands on her hips and leans towards him. "I might get broken."
"Right. Right." Yamcha looks around the room for help, completely oblivious to her sarcasm.
"I'm not your little house wife. I'm not your prize. I'm not even your girlfriend anymore." Keira turns her back to him. "I am a fighter. I have trained my whole life to be strong and I won't give it up to be loved, because I believe love means accepting someone for who they are, not trying to change them into who you want them to be."
"I'm not trying to change you." Yamcha stammers out.
"Bullshit." Piccolo says, sort of shocking the rest of the room.
"What would you know?" Yamcha whips around to face Piccolo.
Piccolo smirks at Yamcha and folds his arms. "You forget my ears, Yamcha." Piccolo points to his large ears. Yamcha turns red in an embarrassed anger; apparently Piccolo overheard his comments about his girlfriend with the other warriors.
Keira takes the opportunity to leave before more confrontation arises. She truly did not want to have to do that in front of everyone, all his friends. Now she'll never get the opportunity to speak to such seasoned warriors.
But as she's about to fly off, the crowd seems to have moved outside. Yamcha enraged is trying to pick a fight with Piccolo. Keira stops; why is Piccolo actually arguing with Yamcha? From the stories she heard, Piccolo is a calm rationale individual, not one driven by passion like Yamcha.
She looks around as the two warriors begin to fight, not one of the others seem to be stopping them. She grabs Vegeta's shoulder, "Why aren't you stopping them?"
"Me?" Vegeta smirks. "This is too amusing. The Namek fighting over a ladies honor, it's all quite ironic."
"Ironic?" Keira questions.
"Nameks are asexual. It's not like he's in love with you or anything. I don't quite understand why he's doing it." Vegeta looks at Keira. "You're pretty and all, but the Namek can't see that." Vegeta puts his hand on her chin and looks into her green eyes, full of the fire of a warrior, "Hm, look at that, maybe you should be the one fighting for your own honor."
Keira swishes her head quickly out of Vegeta's loose grasp. His eyes made her uneasy, such a dark past concealed beneath the depths. "Hmph. You are just as Yamcha said. Brash and rude."
"Of course he would say that. I took his women, didn't I?" Vegeta chuckles, "You know my son could use such a fiery women like you. Maybe you could convince him to stop all this business school nonsense and get back to fighting like a real man."
"Father!" Trunks says loudly, noticing his father was trying to hook him up. "I can get my own dates, thank you!"
Keira turns her attention back to the fight that is now midair. Yamcha seems to be going all out on Piccolo who seems to just not care. She wishes she could hear what they seem to be saying back and forth.
"What right do you have to judge me?" Yamcha asks Piccolo as he throws a punch at the Namek.
"I don't judge you. I don't care about you." Piccolo says stoically dodging Yamcha's attacks.
"Then why interfere with me and my woman?" Yamcha stops attacking for a moment.
Piccolo raises an eyebrow, "I do not believe your philosophy."
"My philosophy?" Yamcha snarls, "What the hell are you talking about? Use English."
"You believe a woman is not made to fight. Yet it is clear that she has the will and drive to be the greatest human fighter ever known. I do not care about you, but I do care about you forcibly taking away another's will to fight." Piccolo folds his arms, "I desire her as a student."
"WHAT?" Yamcha shouts, "Her?"
Piccolo covers his ears, "Now that she has broken up with you, I really don't need your permission. So if you're done taking your anger out on me, I am going to take her as my student."
"Take her? Just like you did Gohan?" Yamcha growls.
"Idiot." Piccolo lands, ignoring Yamcha.
Keira watches eyes wide as the Namek approaches her. Yamcha lands and starts yelling at Piccolo, "I won't let you take her!"
Piccolo rolls his eyes. "Girl, I want you as my student, now that you aren't at the beck and call of some dumbass."
Keira's already widened eyes widen even more, "Me?"
Yamcha stands in between the two. "I won't allow this. You are just trying to be some noble knight and take her from me."
"It's not about you." Piccolo snaps, "Now let her think on her own."
"Why do you want to train me, Piccolo?" Keira tilts her head quizzically.
"Because he wants you, of course." Yamcha grabs her shoulders and forces her to look at him. "He's going to hurt you. I would never hurt you."
Keira glares into Yamcha's eyes. "Don't be stupid. I was talking to Piccolo." Keira breaks from Yamcha's grasp to look for Piccolo's answer.
"Because you wish it. I can see it in your eyes. You long for such training." Piccolo stretches out his hand, offering it to you, "Years ago, I would have just taken you for my student, but now I will offer it freely to you."
Keira's green eyes sparkle at the thought of the training, of becoming stronger. Her hand joins his and before Yamcha could object, Piccolo grabbed Keira up in his arms. He exchanges a slight bow of his head to Gohan as if telling the boy to clean up the mess he had caused and took to the air.