Day eight. The last four days had been pure self-induced hell. Eli had never believed in her life that she could ache so much and feel as if she had accomplished so little. She had devoted two days to sword only, and two to ki attacks. Yet she felt no stronger than the day she started; one could even say she felt weaker. Maybe it was the fact she hadn't eaten in eight days, maybe it was the fact that she hadn't slept in eight days, or maybe it was that she was so concentrated on this fight that she hadn't noticed the other two factors. With each minute bringing her closer to the match, she could feel her stomach clench a little more.

Night of day eight set in way too fast for Eli to be comfortable with; she was begining to believe the kais were rushing the days in order to view the upcoming event. Eli sat placidly near the edge of the Lookout, contemplating how she was going to do what she planned to do. She had set a goal of eight days straight training, and then she had to face it.
She heard the footsteps on the deck, and knew who it was fairly quickly.
"I haven't killed myself yet, Piccolo...but thanks for checking in."
"This is the first time you've rested in days; I was begining to wonder if you'd finally knocked yourself out." he replied.
There was a moment of silence. "Naw...just thinkin'."

Piccolo sat down with her, and contemplated what to say to her. He had never been very good at comforting peopleand all those other things, but he didn't just want to leave her sitting out her in her own world.
"I'm not scared of him."
Eli's voice broke his train of thought; he'd forgotten again about her ESP.
"...I'm scared of what he's going to do." Eli continued without Piccolo's insistance. This was something that had to be said. "You don't understand what Brutilia will do. He won't just try to kill me, he'll try to destroy what's left of me after those two years. He'll go after Chill just to hurt me. He'll go after all of you to hurt me."
Piccolo and Eli both stared into the heavens above the Lookout.
Piccolo knew there was more to be said in this conversation, and she would eventually say it. There was no need for him to pressure her.
"Piccolo...if something happens to me, don't fight him."
Piccolo raised an eyebrow and quirked an antennea, he was not expecting that.
"I mean it," she continued. "If something happens that I go down for the count, don't try to fight Brutilia...don't be a hero. All I'm asking you to do if that happens is to grab Chill and get the hell outta dodge. That's not just you,don't let anyone take him on."
Piccolo thought deeply for a moment. He knew in the back of his mind that Eli dying in this battle was a real possibility; he just wasn't expecting to be put in charge of her brother's well being.
"I promiseChill will not be harmed."
A small smirk crossed her face. "Thanks Piccolo."
Piccolo stood up and offered his hand down to her. "Come on, you need to get some rest." She gazed up at his hand for a few moments before actually taking it. Thanking him, she walked through the Lookout and into her room.

Eli pulled a pad of yellow notebook paper and a pen from her mattress and set in on the bed. She sat cross-legged on the bed and stared at it for a few moments; gathering her thoughts for what she felt she had to write. After maybe ten minutes, she put ink to paper and began to write:

"I, Eli, being of sound mind and body, hereby do declare thismylast will and testament..."

It took nearly two hours, but she had everything she had been meaning to write for the last eight days down on paper. The entire pad was gone, and the ink was almost gone from the pen. She had neatly managed to write her will, and several letters to her friends. She had penned them out with their names on the outside of the folded sheets of paper. She pulled a rubber band from her shelf and began stacking the papers together; noting that she had written much thicker letters to Chill, Siarra, and Piccolo. She put the stack under her mattress.

She spent the rest of the night sitting on the edge of her bed, unable to sleep.