Later at Gohan's house:

Bulma parked the car in front of the small house and knocked on the door. She could hear Chi Chi's footsteps rushing up to the door and took a step back to avoid the door as it swung open.

"Hey Chi Chi." Bulma greeted with a smile. Goku's wife smiled back and took a step outside.

"Bulma, what brings you here?" Chi Chi gave her friend a hug.

"I came to drop off a friend." Bulma pointed over towards her car. Chi Chi blinked.

"What do you mean? Is it Piccolo?" Bulma nodded. Chi Chi couldn't see anyone sitting in the car, and she wondered why anyone like Piccolo would need a ride here.

"He's asleep. I'll bring him inside."

"Oh, ok. Need help? He's a pretty big guy." Bulma simply shook her head and opened the door of the hovering vehicle and wrapped her arms around someone the size of an eight year old. A gasp escaped past Chi Chi's lips as she recognized the sleeping boy.

"Is that Piccolo?" she bent over to examine the young namekian. Bulma giggled and nodded again.

"He's so… small." Chi Chi's voice came out in a harsh whisper and she placed her hands on her cheeks. She had never imagined that the same monstrous man who had kidnapped one of her sons and killed her husband (of course he pretty much saved the planet from Raditz that day) many years ago, was this tiny little boy.

Bulma set Piccolo down on the couch and sighed "Have anything to drink?"

"Yeah, in the fridge." Chi Chi waved her hand towards the kitchen and glanced at the slightly snoring figure on the couch. He must be pretty tired.

As the two women sat in the kitchen, chatting, Piccolo finally woke up. It took the namek a few moments to figure out where he was at, and what had happened a few hours ago.

"Vegeta's gonna kill me." Piccolo sighed, still slightly amused with himself. His ears twitched as he heard both Chi Chi and Bulma in the kitchen and having a conversation.

Jumping off of the couch, he stretched his arms over his head and walked to the kitchen for a glass of water.

When he walked in, he ignored the glances he earned from the two women as he managed to grab a tall glass and fill it up to the brim. He leaned against the wall as he consumed his drink.

"Wow. Aren't you a thirsty little guy." Bulma commented with a chuckle. Piccolo's face flushed and he muttered a 'shut up'. His ears then perked as he heard the door swing open.

"Hey mom! I'm back from Videl's" oh great, it was Gohan. The last thing Piccolo needed was this. Immediately, he ducked under the table, hoping that the tablecloth would be able to hide him from his former pupil's sight. From under the white cloth, he watched as Gohan strolled into the kitchen with his usual smile.

"Oh, Bulma! How are you doing?" the blue haired woman returned his smile and waved.

"I'm doing pretty good, what about you?" the two then dived into conversation, leaving Chi Chi to peek under the table at Piccolo.

Her eyes told him that he should reveal himself, but Piccolo shook his head. Chi Chi rolled her eyes and tried using her foot to push the stubborn namek out from under the table, but still he refused to move. Gohan eventually noticed his mother as she struggled with something.

"Is something wrong, mom?" Chi Chi's head shot up and she shook it. She then pointed under the table and motioned Gohan to look. He stepped closer to the table and yanked the table cloth up and over his head to meet a small green namekian, who looked at him with wide eyes. At first he thought it was Dende, but this little guy was wearing a purple gi.

"Piccolo?" the realization hit him like a punch to the face as the kid blinked at his name. A few more seconds passed and Gohan burst into tears and laughter.

"It's not funny!" a very agitated and puny Piccolo squeaked as he folded his arms over his chest and his head sunk into his shoulders.

The young namek let out another squeak, this one out of surprise, as Gohan swept him off the tiled floor by under his short arms and held him up as if he was some sort of puppy. Piccolo's eyes bulged and his face heated as Bulma and Chi Chi began to laugh out loud, their eyes sparkling.

"Who's a cute little alien? You are! Yes you are!" oh great, now the half breed was talking to him like a puppy. Piccolo hid his now purple face in his chubby hands, ears folded back in embarrassment.

This was probably the worst day in his life. Probably.