The days went on and changed to weeks, and later to a couple of months. During this time Mr. Popo had noticed a striking difference in the behavior of his Master. He would often just stay in his room for the whole day and not come out at all; even the dinner he left outside his door was almost always untouched. Or even if he did come out, he most often just wandered aimlessly around the Lookout, leaning on his staff and sighing. The look he bore on his face was no better; to Mr. Popo he looked as if he had just lost the purpose of his life or something. He had tried to make the old Guardian to open up and share whatever worried him, but without much luck. As time went on, the caretaker had decided all he could do was to respect the old man's privacy and not pry any further. Secretly the genie prayed his Master would tell him what was wrong so that they could find a way to help him together, but so far nothing of the sort didn't seem to be happening any time soon. The others; Goku, Krillin, Tien Shin Han, Chiaotzu, Yamcha and Bulma had also learned of the Guardian's depression and wished they could help, but Kami would see no one. But it wasn't until Goku had mentioned about it to Korin, before the old white cat had learned about it. He decided something needed to be done and went to see his old acquaintance.

Apparently this happened to be one of Kami's "better" days since he was in fact out on the courtyard, staring to the distance with a look on his face that could have broken even Yajirobe's heart, if the fat samurai even had one and not just another stomach in its place that is. The old cat approached the Guardian slowly, though he knew that Kami was aware of his presence.

"What brings you up here, Korin?" he finally asked.

The cat decided to cut the formalities just then, seeing how bad the green man's condition really was.

"I don't mean to intrude, but seriously, we need to talk."

"Why? There's nothing to talk about."

"Oh, yes there is, and you know what I'm talking about!"

"I don't want to talk about it." the Guardian snapped.

"Why? You too proud and stubborn to see it's for your own good?"

The persistence of the cat vexed the old man but also got him thinking that maybe everyone would just leave him alone if he opened up a little to someone. He just was so embarrassed by how he felt.

"No. It's just that…You wouldn't understand". He finally said.

"Try me." The cat urged. When Kami didn't say anything, he decided to continue:

"Look. My post is the closest to yours on the entire planet. If anyone could see things the same way you might, that would be me. So, whatever's been bothering you lately, I'm here to listen. So, out with it."

Kami lowered his head and sighed, then turned around and looked at Krillin and Gohan who had come to spar on the courtyard. It was a while until he said anything to the cat who stood about 9 feet away from him, but before he opened his mouth again he turned his back at the cat once more.

"I'd rather really not talk about it, but if it makes you stop bothering me, then alright."

Korin was all ears as Kami, though only very briefly, voiced the very thing that had been bothering him all this time; the fact that he never had a chance to have a family of his own.

The old cat could understand where he was coming from and apologized there was nothing he could do about it. The comment only made Kami lower his head as the meaning sunk in; there really was nothing to do about it. Korin realized his mistake, but it was too late. Kami told him to kindly leave him alone; and the cat, now full of remorse, quietly obeyed. The old Guardian himself went back in his private quarters.

Korin met Mr. Popo briefly before he also had to leave, whispering something in his ear. The look on the caretaker's face changed suddenly from worried to surprised, maybe even a little awkward. Bulma, Yamcha and Tien Shinhan were waiting behind the temple and were eager to find out what it was exactly that depressed the Earth's Guardian so much.
"Well, what was it?" Bulma asked, curiosity clear in her voice as the caretaker arrived.

Mr. Popo changed his stature a little out of pure awkwardness, briefly glancing to the ground.

"Well, apparently the fact that he never had a family of his own is what's been bothering him." the genie said very carefully.

The amazed look that had been on the genie's face only seconds before was now spreading on everyone else's visage one by one.

"Oh…" Bulma said. "Well, to think of it, it makes sense. He doesn't know anything about who or what he is the first place, nor where he's from. I can imagine that making anyone depressed. But why is it bothering him so much now all of a sudden?"

Mr. Popo looked awkward at what she said, knowing she had misunderstood him.

"No, miss Bulma, I think it's more of the kind of him not having any… progeny of his own, than that."

Suddenly they all wore the same awkward look as he was.

"He wants kids? At his age? Whoa… Where are we gonna find him a chick that would wanna…" Yamcha begun nervously, blushing, but was cut off by Bulma's fist.

"Nowhere, that much is obvious." Bulma said to the suddenly dirt-ridden Yamcha, a vein throbbing on her forehead. Tien chuckled nervously at the lovers' fight.

"But if that's what he wants, and we can't find him a lady friend, then what is there left to do to help him? Would the dragonballs work?"

"I'm afraid not." Mr. Popo said, looking to the ground. "Shenron can't create life and I'm sure Kami would have already used them himself if they were of any help. Besides, they have already been used only a few months ago so we'd have to wait quite a while anyway." He said, sighing in the end.

"To be honest…" Bulma began. "… I don't think there is anything we can do. He obviously doesn't want to talk about it and…"

"…His wish is pretty much impossible to fulfill as it is." Tien continued, looking sad.

They all stared at the ground for a while, admitting their defeat.

So, that said, they had no choice but to agree on that there really was nothing they could do about it and only hoped Kami would find a way out of his depression soon enough on his own. After Mr. Popo said his goodbyes for the trio, he looked back at the temple. Even though he prayed he was wrong, he had a feeling this was far from over.