Sno woke up bright and early, just as the sun was rising. She readied herself for the day, showering quickly and dressing in white shorts and a light green, flowing blouse. She had a feeling that Piccolo would be by soon, so she cooked for two. Just as she finished cooking, there was a knock at the door. She skipped to her door and opened it, with Piccolo standing there with his arms crossed.

"Good morning, Piccolo!" Sno declared happily.

"Good morning, Sno," he smiled.

"Come in, come in," she gestured him inside. "I've made breakfast, and then we can leave."

They ate their breakfast comfortable silence, a few comments here and there. Sno and Piccolo finished the food, grabbing her violin case and slipping on a pair of black flats, signaling to Piccolo that she was ready.

A short squeal of exhilaration escaped Sno's lips as Piccolo launched himself into the sky, with Sno tucked safely into his side. The journey took a lot less than an hour. It was more like ten minutes. Piccolo slowed his speed as his feet gently touched the ground. Sno hopped down as Bulma came out from the entrance of the giant dome building.

"Sno! Piccolo!" Bulma waved excitedly.

"Hi, Bulma!" Sno sang, walking up to her.

"Why is Piccolo bringing you here?" Bulma asked as the led the two inside.

Vegeta had just finished his morning training in the gravity room. He was walking down the hall, covered in dirt and sweat. Hearing Sno's voice, he perked up, but immediately scolded himself. He stayed behind the cover of the wall.

"It seems that she has been walking from here and back to her home," Piccolo said.

Sno slowly turned her head to Piccolo, narrowing her eyes at him in betrayal.

"What!?" Bulma shouted.

Vegeta's brows came down in a frown. Why the hell was she walking that distance alone?

"Sno, do you realize how dangerous that is?" Bulma fired.

"Yes," Sno said blantaly.

Vegeta smirked. She really was something else.

"Well, I'm glad Piccolo decided to bring you here. I bet you had fun flying," Bulma commented with a grin.

"It was amazing!" Sno squealed.

Vegeta frowned again, not happy with the fact that Piccolo had carried her here. She should learn to fly on her own. Or at least she could have come to him. Vegeta's frown deepened, slightly confused at the impulsive thought that just ran across his mind.

"I have to go, goodbye Sno, Bulma," Piccolo bowed his head and left.

"Okay, go ahead to the lab. I'll be right there!" Bulma whispered excitedly and ran off in the opposite direction.

Sno turned and jogged to the lab toward the lab, she rounded the bend and bumped into something hard. She looked up to see Vegeta standing there with his arms crossed.

"Oh, hi, Vegeta," Sno smiled brightly.

The corners of his lips turned up the tiniest bit. He liked the way she greeted him so happily. He liked that she was happy to see him. Then he remembered why he was unhappy with her.

"Did I hear that right?" He asked her.

"What?" Sno was genuinely confused.

"You have been walking from here to your house?"

Sno's face contorted into boredom and she dramatically rolled her eyes.

"Oh, c'mon! Not you, too. Look, I haven't- Wait, a minute. Why do you care?" she questioned suddenly. Why did he care?

"What? I don't," Vegeta scoffed, embarrassed that he made that mistake.

"Awe," Sno poked out her bottom lip playfully. "Do you worry about me?"

Vegeta scoffed and looked away.

Sno giggled, then patted his armored chest. "Its okay, Vegeta. I worry about you, too."

She walked around him, humming and swinging her violin case by her side.

Vegeta cursed the light blush that rose to the apple of his cheeks. He turned to watch her in amusement, but wait.

"Why would you worry about me?"

Sno looked at him in shock, then she genuinely laughed. True happiness poured from that laugh, it made Vegeta smile. His smiled dropped when she walked out of his sight. Just then, Bulma sped by him into the lab. Vegeta heard them giggling and Sno shushed Bulma.

"Well, tell me the exciting news!" Bulma whisper-yelled.

"Okay, okay!" Sno grinned. "I've been chosen to perform with the West City Ballet."

Bulma was shocked into a short silence. Sheer joy shone in her eyes as she started to squeal. She wrapped Sno up in a hug.

"This is so amazing! I'm so proud of you!"

Vegeta stepped into the lab, irritated with Bulma's screeches.

"What is wrong with you, woman?" Vegeta growled.

Bulam waved him off. "Your grumpiness won't sway me today. Sno is about to make her debut!"

Sno laughed. "I'm going to perform next week."

Perform? With the noise maker? I suppose other people enjoy her music, as well, Vegeta thought to himself.

"Why?" Vegeta asked.

He ignored Bulma's scoff.

"The director of the West City Ballet heard my playing and loved it. He wants me to play during the Annual Ballet Recital!" Sno squeaked in excitement.

Bulma squealed again. "Oh, I have to tell dad!"

She ran out of the lab.

Vegeta watched Sno as she quickly unlocked her violin case. Why did people love her music? What the hell made it so special?

"Play for me," Vegeta commanded suddenly.

Sno jumped slightly. "What?"

"Show me why people love hearing you play," Vegeta said.

Sno hummed, curious on his sudden change of heart. "Alright."

She picked up her violin and steadied it between her chin and shoulder. She thought for a moment of what to play. She decided on her favorite lullaby that her mother would always sing to her.

She started off the song softly, her eyes immediately fell closed and her face turned into seriousness. Vegeta's brows rose slightly, never has he seen her look so serious. She continued to crescendo the song, each note running up the scale so smoothly. Sno leaned into it, she started to move with the song. Her creamy legs were moving so fluidly, Vegeta had to stop himself from staring at them.

Vegeta stared at her in wonder. Why hasn't he seen her like this before? He watched her twirl, a small smile graced her face. It was... Well, it was enchanting. Vegeta noticed that she had finished playing, and she was looking at him, expecting a response. His eyebrows came down, frustrated with himself that he had gotten so distracted.

"Hm," he hummed. Then he turned to walk out.

Sno blew out her cheeks, at least he made an effort.