x... (Bulma's point of view) ...x

I couldn't believe it with my own eyes. Goku was on the floor and appeared to be dead. He didn't move a muscle so I thought for the worse. My eyes started to fill with tears, my best friend couldn't be dead. No, not Goku, anyone but Goku. I had trouble parking my plane for the tears filled my eyes.

"Is Go...Go...Goku dea...dead?" I asked the perverted old man sitting next to me. Master Roshi just stared at me, looking for an answer to that question himself. I was about to burst out in tears when master Roshi replied.

"No" He stated "Goku is still alive but barely, the same with piccolo"

Both krillon and I gasped, "At least we have some sensu beans" Krillon replied, still surprised to see his best friend in this condition.

I couldn't bear one more moment inside this plane. I leaped out of my seat and was the first to leave. I rushed over to Goku straight away; he was always like a little brother to me and now I could lose him. I sat down next to him and heard him mutter. He was still conscious.

"Help Pic...colo first" He muttered again, out stretching his arm and pointed towards him.

Piccolo was in a far worse state then Goku. His left arm completely missing and instead of red blood around the wound, there was purple blood. From a quick analysis's from where I was sitting, I could tell that he was an inch away from death. He lost a lot of blood. Krillon started heading over to me and Goku until I yelled "Help Piccolo first, without him the Dragonballs would be completely useless." Krillon followed my words and popped a single sensu bean into his mouth. He raced over to give Goku the other and to get a safe distance away from the son of the demon king. We still never trusted him unlike Goku.

Piccolo was the first to stand up, followed by Goku only minutes after. In Goku's face I saw something that I have hardly seen before. I saw anger, pain and loss in his eyes. He held his fist tightly however it looked like he was about to break down any moment. I never thought that I would see him in this state; he was normally a calm and tranquil person without an inch of anger in his eyes.

A scream of terror appeared behind us. It was Piccolo. He was angry at something and I feared the worse. Was this the moment where he would turn on us? I stepped behind Goku in aid of protection. Krillon and master Roshi went into a defensive stance but Goku was still lost in a deep thought. A green liquid squirted out of the wound in Piccolo's arm. He continued screaming but now it turned to a scream of pain. His arm regenerated right before my eyes. This was impossible, it must be a dream alas I was wrong, this was real.

"Thank you" The un-expecting words of the green alien proclaimed. With that he took off into the air and left us confused. He has changed for the good. What startled us more was the behaviour of Goku.

"Gohan" he said, I looked around for the boy but he wasn't there. Then I remembered that Goku's brother was going to kill his son if he didn't comply. Without his body around I thought the boy got disintegrated.

"Where is he?" I replied, Goku's face turned sour. His anger started to take over.

"He's gone" He yelled, I watched my friend fall to the ground. His fist slamming into it, with every strike he dented it even more. His hair flashed a pure gold as he screamed out, his eyes turned a teal green but it returned back to the onyx black. With the remaining strength he whispered to me "My brother stole him" With that he fell to the floor, drained from all the energy.

x... (Bulma's point of view ends) ...x