LOOPHOLE: THE REAL CHAPTER 6!

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Claimer: I DO however own KIMI SON/BRIEFS, MATTHEW WALSH, AND ANY OTHERS I COME UP WITH!

ON WITH THE STORY!

PICCOLO'S POV...

I can't beleive it. Gohan KILLED Kimi!

3RD PERSON POV...

Goku led Gohan away, Gohan struggling in his father's iron grip. Now having regained consiousness, Piccolo knelt beside Kimi's now lifeless body and began to cry. 'The love of my life, taken away from me again!' He thought as tears streamed down his face. Yes, it is VERY unnatural for Piccolo to cry. But, he just now got Kimi back, and he lost her again. He knows that she loved him. She knew that he loves her. So there he stayed, beside her.

*Groan* "Ugh, my head is KILLING me!" Kimi says, sitting up.

KIMI'S POV...

My heart shatters as I look at Piccolo. He's just sitting there, crying over my loss. I look at him for a minute. 'He really does care!' I think.

I fall into him, wrapping my arms around his muscular form.

He is shocked to say the least. "K-KIMI?! You're alive!" He exclaims. He wraps his arms around me, and holds me close. He shoots off into the air.

As we fly through the air, I start to relax, but my head is still throbbing. "Ugh" I grumble.

"What's the matter?" Piccolo asks, looking down at me curiously.

"How hard did Gohan smash my head? It's killing me!" I say.

He cradles my head, and looks forward, not uttering a word. Uh-oh, I said something wrong. Probabably the Gohan smashing my head thing.

"Oh. I'm so sorry Piccolo-sama! I didn't mean to say that!" I say, but he doesn't look back.

"I mean it, Piccolo! I didn't choose my words too well." I say. Still no reply.

"Mr. Piccolo?" I try, to no avail.

That's it. I'm done. I disconnect myself from his arms, and start falling. I try to fly, but I can't.

"AHH!" I scream, falling to the hard desert ground below.

As I near the ground, I close my eyes, and brace myself for impact. But it never came. I open my eyes to find myself in Piccolo's arms again.

'Seriously?' I think. 'Why can't he just let me fall?'

"Because I'm not about to lose you again." He says. Damn mind reading powers.

'Oh, that's right!' I think. I got a weird idea. I picture the video of the dancing waffles that I saw once in my mind.

"What the hell is that?" He asks me.

"You invaded my mind. The least I can do is confuse you!" I say, smirking.

"That's not confusing, Kimi." He says "It's just strange."

I now picture some of the math work that Bulma gave me when I was fourteen. Calculus.

"What in Kami's name is that?" He asks me.

"Calculus. NOW you're confused!" I say proudly.

"You got me there." He laughs.

Hold on. "Did you just laugh?!" I exclaim.

"Huh. I guess I did." He says.

"And now I'M confused!" I laugh.

We continue to fly around in silence, enjoying each other's company. Eventually we come to a stop outside my old home. "Why are we here?" I ask Piccolo. He shrugs, and we walk toward the door.

"Piccolo? Kimi? What are you two doing here?!" Mom yells.

"I used to live here." I say, "And I want him to be here."

"Why are you here?! You live at Capsule Corps!" She screams. She pulls out her frying pan.

"Now, there's no need for that!" I say, backing away slowly.

"You dare come back after EIGHT YEARS?!" She exclaims.

"I THOUGHT YOU CARED!" I yell. "IT WAS ALL BECAUSE OF A BET THAT I CAME BACK TO EARTH ANYWAY!"

She retaliated "WELL YOU SHOULD'VE STAYED DEAD!"

I stare at her for a minute in hurt, my anger forgotten. I turn around and shoot into the air, Piccolo following close behind.

I paused in the air. I turned back and looked back at my old home. Tears filled my eyes. I turned around again, taking off faster than before.

Piccolo catches up to me. He flys beside me. "You ok?" He asks.

I look away. "I thought that she cared, I guess I was wrong." I say sadly.

He flys a bit closer. "Hey, don't think that. I'm sure she loves you, she's just not in a good mood right now."

"Yeah, not in a good mood because I showed up!" I say, voice breaking. I hid my face in my hands.

Piccolo wraps his green arm around my shoulder. "No, that's not what I meant. I bet Goku made her mad."

I suddenly looked up. "That's it!" I say. I search out dad's energy, and shoot off towards it.

He races up to me. "What are you doing?" He asks.

"I bet dad would be glad to see me!" I say.

"He will be, he's glad to see anyone." He says, smirking as I glare at him.

We found dad in a heated spar with Vegeta. "Hey dad! Hey Vegeta!" I say, waving exitedly.

"Oh hey, Kimi!" Dad says, dodging one of Vegeta's punches.

Vegeta pauses his assult. "What are you doing here, girl?"

"You're not happy to see me?" I ask, faking a sad face. "That hurt Veggie, right here." I said, pointing to my heart.

He glares at me. "Don't you have somewhere to be right now?"

"Yes. Here. Keeping you and dad company!" I say.

"Go away." He says coldly.

"Aw, 'Geta, can't she stay and watch us spar?" Dad asks.

"No, now go away girl, before I make you."

"Sir, yes, Ma'am!" I say, mock saluting.

"You brat!" Vegeta says, flying my way.

"Gotta go! See you next time on "Terribe Life Of A Japanese Sayian!" I say, flying away.

And so a chase begins. Piccolo and dad stay behind.

"Do you think he's going to catch her?" Dad asks Piccolo.

"Probably not. She'll out run him." Piccolo says.

Suddenly, a blue streak of light is clearly visible in the sky.

"He didn't." Piccolo says, flying toward my energy, dad following suit.

When they reached the scene, they see a streak of red fly toward Vegeta, knocking him out of the air.

"Sucka'!" I say proudly, arms folded across my chest.

Vegeta isn't down long, he stands and rushes me. I easily avoid his attack, so he opts to launch a flurry of punches at me, all of which are avoided. I retaliate with a well placed kick to his head, rendering him unconsious.

My feet touch the ground, and I walk over to dad and Piccolo. "How'd I do?" I ask.

"You did great!" Dad said.

"But you should try to string some of your attacks into one, fluid motion." Piccolo adds.

"Picky, picky." I say. Suddenly, I'm thrown into the air, only to be caught three seconds later.

"Like that." Piccolo says, setting me on the ground.

I punch him in the arm. It sets him off balance, and I phase behind him, shoving him forward, then I phased in front of him, shoving him backwards, and so forth. I keep doing this until I know that he's dizzy, and I let him fall to the ground.

"Like that?" I ask innocently.

"Alright, you." He says.

And thus another game of chase begins, only in circles.

Bulma's aircraft lands in a field, and she and Trunks walk over to us. They watch the game for a while, before Bulma says "You two like eachother, I can tell."

We stop and face the Lord-knows-how-much-illionaire. His face turns dark purple, and my face turns blood red.

She laughs. "I knew it! You have a thing for eachother!"

Dad looks confused. "They like eachother? I don't beleive it."

I look at him. "Dad, if I didn't like him, would I do this?" I ask, jumping into Piccolo's arms, giving him a full kiss on the lips. After a minute, I break the kiss, hugging him around the neck. He hugs me around the waist for a while, and sets me on the ground.

Dad looks mortified. "You like PICCOLO?!" He asks, mouth agape.

"Yes. I do. You're not going to go crazy like Gohan, are you?" I ask.

"No. I'm happy for you!" He says, smiling.

I smile in return. "Thanks, dad! At least ONE of my parents is happy for me."

Dad's expression turn into one of unhappiness. "Chi-Chi didn't approve?" He asks, already knowing the answer, for once.

"Yeah." I sigh. "She went crazy, like Gohan. Except not as bad."

"Frying pan?"

"Yep."

"Did she hit one of you?"

"Thankfully, no."

"That's good."

Silence. I hate it. It reminds me of... Silence. Which I don't like.

During the silence, the throbbing in my head comes back with vengence. I clench my teeth with my mouth closed, trying to ease the pain without anyone knowing I'm in pain. I hate when people treat me all soft because I'm hurting. I hate being confronted about stuff, too. It makes my athsma act up, and I can't breathe, and my hands start to shake. My head kept throbbing, making me forget about how hungry I was.

Bulma interrupts the silence, thank God. "Okay! Who's hungry?"

"I am!" Dad says excitedly.

"Are you, Kimi?" Bulma asks.

"No, I'm not." I say in a monotone fashion.

"But you're a sayian." Bulma says.

"I know. I'm just not hungry." I say.

"Kimi, you just sparred with Vegeta, Gohan, turned Super Sayian, died and came back all in one day. You should be starving." Dad says.

"Dude, what's wrong with not being hungry?" I say nervously.

My hands start to shake without me knowing it. I'm being confronted. Like when a pack of wolves get ready to attack a deer.

"Are you feeling okay?" Piccolo asks me in a concerned tone, noticing my shaky hands.

"I-I feel fine." I say. Again, I'm a terrible liar. A terrible liar trying to lie when she feels like someone is stabbing her head.

"Don't lie, Kimi." Piccolo says.

"I'm n-not lieing. I r-really do feel fine." I say, backing away from Piccolo. I keep thinking 'Just drop it, Piccolo. Please.'

He read my mind. Again. "No, I won't drop it, Kimi. Tell me what's wrong."

"N-Nothing's wrong, Piccolo. Honest!" I say, forcing a smile.

"You're a terrible liar. You wouldn't lie if something wasn't wrong. Tell me what it is." He said sternly.

"There's r-really nothing wrong, Piccolo." I say.

Vegeta wakes up, and, angry that he lost our spar, threw a rock at my head. He didn't put much force behind the throw, just enough to make it fly far enough to reach my head. I fall onto my knees, clutching my head in agony, my eyes squeezed shut.

Piccolo stares at me in confusion. The answer came in small bits and pieces. 'Vegeta didn't put hardly any force into that throw, so her head must've been hurting before then!' He realized. 'I remember her complaining about her head hurting earlier, so that must be it! But why didn't she want to tell me?' He wondered.

After a few minutes, the pain died down, and I stood up. Everyone stared at me. "What?" I asked.

Piccolo asnwered. "Why didn't you tell us that your head was hurting?" He asks.

I back away again. He approaches me slowly. "Kimi?"

I don't answer, instead I take off into the air in a random direction. Piccolo turns to dad and Vegeta. "Stay here. I'll go alone so she won't feel threatned." They nod and Piccolo took to the air after me.

I landed in a small clearing. I can hear birds singing, and fish swimming around in a little pond. It's so... Tranquil. The tranquilness of it all is ruined by a thud behind me. I turn around to see Piccolo standing there.

"P-Piccolo, h-hey." I say nervously.

"Kimi, why didn't you tell me that your head was hurting again? It's not that big of a deal. Bulma probably had some medicine with her or something that she could've given you to make it stop hurting." Piccolo said.

"Well, um..." I say. "Look at the fish!" I say, looking at the little creatures busy swimming around the little pond.

He frowns at me. "Don't change the subject. Now tell me."

I sigh in defeat. "Okay. The truth is, I told you earlier, when I said 'how hard did Gohan smash my head', I thought I hurt your feelings." I said.

He just looks at me. "It wasn't what you said, Kimi. I just didn't want to think about y-your death."

I look him in the eyes. "See? I hurt you too much! I shouldn't have." I said sadly.

"You can't help that you got k-killed twice. As for the comment, I don't hold it against you, but I could've lived without it." He said. "I could never hold that against you, I care about you too much."

My heart melted like butter. "Aww, that's so sweet! But I really wouldn't blame you if you did hold it against me. It was my choice not to let you guys know that I came back all those years ago. I'm sorry for that." I said.

"You were 8. You didn't realize that we would never make you fight if you didn't want to. I don't hold that against you either. You don't need to say sorry for that." He said.

"Let's get this all done at once. Any questions about anything that's happened?" I ask.

"Yeah. Why did you punch me in the face?" He asked.

"I what now?"

"When you were a Super Sayian."

"I was a SUPER SAYIAN?!"

"Yeah, when Gohan lost his mind."

"Now I remember! Gohan Masenko'd you, and I got really mad. I don't remember anything after that. But I punched you?!" I said, eyes wide. "Oh my gosh Piccolo! I'm SO sorry! How much did I hurt you?" I asked.

Then I saw it. He had bruises on the left side of his face, plus a black eye. 'How did I not notice this before?' I wondered.

I levitated until I was eye level with him. I kissed one of the bruises on his cheek gently, and gave him a bear hug. "I'm so sorry." I said into his gi.

"It's okay Kimi." Piccolo said, hugging back.

"No it's not." I said.

He looked at me. "Of course it is, why wouldn't it be?" He asked.

The sadness in my complexion was clear. "I punched you! And now you have those bruise-, hey where'd they go?" I asked, obviously confused. The bruises from ten seconds ago had dissappeared. Creepy.

He replied "It's a namekian thing. It had never happened to me before, but Elder Moori said that 'the one you love can heal any of your ailments', or something like that."

My eyes widened. I smiled a big smile. "You love me? Yes! My life is complete!"

He smiled. I smiled bigger. I looked something like the Cheshire Cat.

I layed my head on his shoulder, and yawned. He took to the air in the direction of Goku's energy, and the sound of the wind rushing past us lulled me to sleep.

YAY! LONG CHAPTER! TUNE IN NEXT TIME AND REVEIW! BTW, GOTTA LOVE KIMIXPICCOLO!