Bulma winced. Piccolo's voice was high pitched and cracked a little. Vegeta just continued to laugh.

"I might be able to fix it. It most likely will take a long time though." Bulma explained as she leaned back on her heels. The tiny namekian snarled with frustration, and Vegeta wasn't helping.

Oh to hell with this! Piccolo cursed to himself. He leaned forward, lifted one leg back, and swung it into the saiyan prince's shin. It didn't do anything except make the man laugh harder.

The green alien's eye twitched and clenched his fist. He knew of one other weak spot, and luckily it was in his reach.

Vegeta's laughter ended. Bulma bit back a giggle by chewing on her lip and watched her prideful husband keel over, his gloved hands over his crotch.

Piccolo folded his arms with a look of triumph in his eyes.

"God… damn you… green bean." Vegeta choked with his face on the floor "I'm goin' to choke the life outta you."

Bulma grabbed Piccolo's wrist, a smile split her face as she dragged the protesting once-a-man out of the lab and outside of the dome building that was Capsule Corp.

"Let's get you out of here before Vegeta can walk again." Piccolo, still gripping his cape over himself, was swooped up and shoved into the back seat of a car.

"Hey!" Piccolo again began to protest "I can fly you know!"

Bulma rolled her eyes and gave a tug on his currently way oversized cape.

"You'd look ridiculous flying around like that." Piccolo only scoffed and jumped out of the car. He bent his legs and leaped into the air, only to fall flat on his face in the dirt. It was all Briefs could do not to laugh.

Piccolo sat up, bewildered. He looked up at the clear sky and back down on the ground.

"What?" Piccolo was at a loss of words. A thought came to him and he would've been just fine without it.

What if my age wasn't the only thing that was taken away?

"You ok Piccolo?" Bulma was sitting on her knees next to him. He shook his head.

"Just get me back at the Son's house." Piccolo sighed as he stood up, dusted himself off and crawled back in the car.

"Wait, when did you get new clothes?" it was only now that the grown woman had noticed the shrunken namekian had a new set of clothes just his size.

"When you weren't paying attention." he muttered. Bulma nodded and started the car.

I wonder how Chi Chi, Gohan and Goten will react to this. Bulma pondered to herself as she drove towards the mountain that the Son family resided. Maybe I should stick around to see. It might be entertaining.

Bulma chuckled inwardly and glanced at Piccolo, only to find him asleep and bundled up in his cape.

"My god aren't you adorable." Bulma muttered, a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips.