It was as Whis said, he ended up waiting several more years... It's been four years this time and Piccolo was up on the lookout sitting cross-legged. Arms folded and eyes closed, his brows were knitted from concentration until they shot open. "She's here!" he shouted upon standing to his feet. His outburst made Mr. Popo and Dende jump, they were near the flowers talking about their beauty when they heard him yell.

"What is it? You mean this girl you spoke of?" Dende was curious. He jogged over to the green bean and remained behind him, viewing his backside expectantly. Mr. Popo who followed after, stood next to the small Namekian and blinked his around eyes.

"Yeah, she's near..." Piccolo answered and slowly flew higher into the sky, keeping his focus on that sudden spiked energy he felt. Before the other two could say anything else, he disappeared. Mr. Popo and Dende both looked over at each other with concerned features, they knew Piccolo had no time to talk.

~~~Elsewhere~~

Out in the streets of the city, under the brightly shining sun, vehicles stormed the roads and stopped at stoplights when they'd turn red. Citizens halted at the green lights but crossed the path when they were red, watching the crossing sign on the sidewalks as well. Shops lined up the sides of either of the roads and people sauntered down the walkways, some heading into the said shops to their left or right.

Every once in a while a citizen would end up bumping into something invisible. They would stop and stare at the empty space with confusion and some would just continue onward, with a quick glance over their shoulder. What they didn't know was that a little fourteen-year-old girl that was small in frame, stood there staring through a shopping window butt-naked. Half-lidded sapphire blue eyes, that seemed nearly lifeless, gazed upon clothes that were being advertised on mannequins.

Upon hearing a bell ring, her head turned and saw a couple leaving through the door. Once they left, she wanted to try entering the shop. Her bare feet wandered over to the door and she stood there staring at its glassy feature. She was hesitant at first to even touch it, yet curious to see it open again. Her hand rose, grasped the metal handle, and tried to turn it. Sadly it didn't budge, so she tried pulling it towards her just like how it opened when that couple left through it. 

Indeed it opened, she watched herself open the door with a bit of amazement and continuously opened and closed it. Even though she had no idea what she was feeling, she liked it. The sense of fun, filled her mind as she played with the glass door and made a small open grin on her lips.

People on the inside of the store all stopped to stare at the odd door... Seeing it constantly open and close so fast with no one touching it, spooked them something awful. They all ran for it, screaming, and slammed the door open for dear life. That resulted in knocking the child onto her butt, she grunted with closed eyes after landing and then watched everyone come flooding out of there in fear. Her blue eyes watched each person bolt for it, absolutely confused as to why they were screaming and running like that.

"Why are they running? Why are they screaming?" she lightly muttered and heard a crash behind her, hysterically hearing someone cry out, 'my leg!'. (Yes, I did it! XD So what? Haha!) Of course, she didn't look to see who cried that line out, she just stood up after everyone was gone... No one was there, just a glass door that remained open.

Walking into the store, she looked around and saw no one in sight. Only...a couple of young boys ran in laughing to themselves and speaking to one another. They passed her up, started to explore the store, and picked up pieces of clothing to view them. "Dude, look at this one!" One of the boys said, holding up a skull T-shirt that had flames coming out of its mouth. His friend looked over and grinned, soon showing some black and red boy shoes to compete against the cool shirt.

"It's cool, but these shoes are badass!" The friend said, dangling the pair of shoes in front of him with his big grin. "Hey, let's make a run for it!" he added and trotted over to the open door, not even the cashier lady was there. He halted in his step which so happened to be next to the girl and turned to face the other boy. "Come on, man! No one's around!" he spoke again and this time, left his friend there. It was only a matter of time until that said friend ran for it and went to catch up to his buddy.

Why do I see people just take things and run? Is it okay? No one's around, they said... The pink-haired child mentally and innocently questioned and looked forward. There she saw a dark blue jacket, then some other clothes up on shelves and mannequins.

The outside of the shop was soon shown, as the door to it hung wide open and a cashier lady cautiously came back to it. The lady hesitantly walked over to the door and grasped the handle with widened, fearful eyes. A sigh of relief left her lips when she assumed it was the wind blowing it and the door was just left open. So when she was about to walk back inside, she screamed bloody murder and jumped to the side to avoid an incoming pair of clothes. Literally, it looked like a ghost decided to put some clothes on and run for it. When she saw that, she fainted, completely unaware that the invisible Realm Walker had put them on.

It took the girl a while to figure out how clothes worked and how to put them on, but she managed. The said child was running in her bare feet, wearing that dark blue jacket, a plain white T-shirt, and light blue jeans. She was faintly smiling with parted lips and brushing past everyone, not knowing the fact that she had just stolen some clothes.

What she didn't know either, was that her clothes were disappearing in other peoples' eyes, growing fainter and fainter rather quickly. Eventually, as she ran, the ghost that decided to wear clothes become invisible once more. Everyone wears these things, so I can too, right? she curiously asked in her head, as she ran.

She nearly ran into someone coming out of a book store though, if she hadn't halted in time. Her bare feet patted against the sidewalk and stayed in place to let the said person pass by. Her curiosity got the better of her when she saw a book in a man's hand, it was in a plastic bag as he left through the door.

Her blue eyes locked onto the book but broke away when his back was turned to her. She looked over at the store and peeked inside, hearing the wooden door shut near her. "What was that weird thing he had...?" she asked with her quiet voice and blinked those sapphire eyes. Without another question, her hand opened the door and she ran inside.

Piccolo, who was soaring through the street he sensed her on, his black pupils examined the area and a grumble escaped his lips. "Where...?" he started, albeit irritably. "Where is she...?!" he asked no one in particular and continued flying. Not long did he swoop down and land on the sidewalk, ignoring the odd stares from citizens and pointing fingers coming from children nearby. "She can't be far, I know she's here somewhere! Whis said that it tires them out after making a portal at such a young age. So she couldn't have left so soon, I would've sensed her portal anyway if she had," despite feeling annoyed, he walked down the path and passed other people up as he darted his head around. A feminine short scream echoed just ahead of him and his eyes looked onward. Right out of a shop, that very child he's been looking for had finally appeared after four years of waiting.

The girl bolted out of a book store, arms folded against her chest to keep a couple of books held in her arms. Her dark blue jacket's backside flailed behind her seeing that it was too big on her and her feet that patted on the concrete, could be heard too; a hood over her head hid a bit of her upper face and caused a shadow to veil. She avoided as many people as she could, curving around and turning her torso halfway to squeeze past a few others. "A flying book?!" One lady in the background hollered. "A ghooost!" a man screamed out. "Is this some magic trick?!" the same lady in the background added, in midst of a few others screaming for dear life.

Of course, the girl didn't know they were talking about the books she took, so she just continued her merry way down the sidewalk running. Over her shoulder, she looked, viewing everyone behind her and noticing a couple of people that had fallen on their butts from her sudden sprint. Heart racing, adrenaline rising, she had no idea she was doing a bad thing.

All she knew was that she was enjoying herself a little. The books in her arms were titled, History:  Volume 1 and 2. Both were history books of some kind, it was obvious that she wanted to try learning how to read. Just before she got to look ahead of her, she crashed into someone's front side and fell back onto her rear. Both books dropped and hit the sidewalk, her head was down but shortly rose back up not long after.

There she saw a tall green male looking down, what she'd guess would be at the books, since she knew no one could see her. Her blue eyes shimmered in awe at his color, such green represented the color of trees and grass. It reminded her of nature, all the green places that she seemed to enjoy a lot as she explored the planet with her portals unintentionally. He also reminded her of some sort of superhero, like the ones she saw in a comic book when she looked through the bookstore; the cape made her think of them.

Quickly, she snapped out of it and picked the books up. After she stood up on her feet again, the books were held close before attempting to race past the green man with haste. "I can see you... You know," Those words made her halt in place and for astonishment to light up her eyes, as she stood to his side and faced behind him. Her lips parted slightly and very slowly did she look up at him; her beautiful blue eyes stared into black, strict ones. A frown was evident and his eyes said it all, he wasn't lying... They stood like that for a long while, staring at each other, her expressing shock and him showing his usual stern front.

"Hey, mister! You gonna make those books float like that forever or are you gonna move?!" Some cranky man behind him broke his attention and caused his eyes to view the said male. When he did, the child bolted for it; a sensation she couldn't describe, that she didn't understand, stormed her mind like a twister. Confusion and fear mixed together, she didn't comprehend the fact that he just talked to her.

That someone out of all the people in the city had finally noticed her and spoke. It was startling, she was so used to being unnoticed by others, invisible, that it almost felt foreign to be spoken to or even noticed by anyone; so, she ran. Sprinting as fast as she could out of the fearful sensation she couldn't describe.

"Ah-! You idiot!" Piccolo furiously shouted at the cranky man and ran after the girl, rudely brushing the man's shoulder and pushing him aside. He ran and ran, chasing her around corners, across calm roads and crowds of people. The girl even ran across a busy street full of lined-up cars at stoplights, while others took their turn to drive. "Stop, you'll get hit!" he yelled, grumbled angrily, and decided to kick it up a notch. He saw her look over her shoulder at him as she ran and didn't even notice a car not too far, heading towards her.

Hit? she mentally asked herself. Just before a big van hit could hit her, it was as if time slowed down when she saw him...fly? He flew after her backside with a hand reaching out. Mere inches was the van and his hand. His fingers almost touched her jacket and the van's tires squealed from spinning roughly on the road, trying to stop. This time, within those milliseconds, he picked up his speed and snatched her just in time.

Making her disappear with himself when he vanished. The van skidded to a halt sideways and the driver sat there dumbfounded with wide eyes, hands shaking on the wheel. "W- What... Was that?" The shaky man questioned and heard honking behind him, alongside some road-rage.

Faraway on top of an apartment building that had several floors, he reappeared on the roof and held her from behind. Being so tiny and practically weightless to him, she watched her feet dangle so high up off the surface. Her blue eyes blinked in awe after deciding to kick her bare feet around; her arms were still holding onto the books pretty tightly.

She could feel a pair of arms around her stomach and when she moved her attention down to them, they were green. It was the very green male that chased after her! Knowing that she started to flail; kicking her feet harder and wiggling around with a few fearful whines. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you..." Piccolo reassured, or at least tried. She still kept thrashing about, in return making him sigh irritably. "If you don't sit still, I won't set you down...!" he rose his voice, followed by an irk mark that throbbed on his head.

That did it-- the girl stopped her thrashes and remained still. That fearful sensation continued to overwhelm her mind, but she hoped that if she listened to him, he'd let go of her. She as right to hope, for she felt his arms loosen and him lean over for her to stand on her own two feet. After her feet touched and stood there, instantly she whirled around to face him; arms still grasping the books close.

"What's your name, kid?" he asked sternly. His arms crossing and eyes glued to her frame. He didn't receive a reply from her, just a prolonged stare that refused to avert from him. Since no answer was given, his narrowed eyes full of contemplation continued to stare at her and it took a moment to think. "Do you even have one...? Can you even speak?" he questioned once more, trying to get her to talk.

"A... Name?" the girl was so quiet and hesitant with speaking. She wasn't used to using her voice much, so talking was a bit weird. "I can have one of those? What... Are names for?" Saying and asking it like that, Piccolo widened his eyes at how little she knew; he felt bad for her. Not having her own name? He pondered on who in the world her parents were...

"Forget about the name then... You do realize you're committing a crime, don't you? Stealing those books? I'm guessing that's how you got those clothes, too," he pointed out and looked at her poorly-dressed figure. Poor kid doesn't even know what she's doing, does she? he mentally asked himself with a bit of sympathy.

"Crime...? What is...crime?" she asked so innocently. That there- shocked him the most... She was too naive, too innocent to the world; no one's taught her anything.

You have to be joking! Where are her parents?! Piccolo mentally and angrily exclaimed. Gritted teeth and closed, furious eyes, he dug his nails into his green skin unintentionally. "Crime is a bad thing! What you did was a bad thing, you shouldn't do that...! Where are your parents, kid?" As angry as he was, he knew yelling at her wouldn't make her understand so he tried keeping calm.

Being more furious over the fact that her parents weren't even around to watch her, let alone teach her anything. He noticed how frightened she looked, wide fearful blue eyes, and took a step back. She's never been yelled at, so it was overwhelming her. After calming down when he took a moment to breathe, he exhaled and spoke again. "Where are your parents?" he asked a bit nicer this time.

"Parents?" she questioned, very slowly calming down and feeling a bit less overtaken by that sudden fear from his yelling.

That only made him face-palm and gradually slide his hand down his face, with a glare shooting her way. "A mom and dad? Mother, Father, mommy, daddy...? Papa, mama?" he explained the best he could, using childish words in hopes of her understanding one of them.

"I don't know, I don't know...! Could I even have those? What are they like?" Now THAT...made Piccolo stare in utter disbelief. His arms dropped and his jaw slacked, eyes wide from surprise.

 She had no parents? It was no wonder why she acted the way she did. He just knew something wasn't right and when she asked that question, it explained everything to the T. The girl remembered asking herself long ago if she could even have those, it felt painful for some odd reason just thinking about not having a parent. 

She didn't know why it made her chest hurt, she didn't know why warm water leaked from her eyes every time she thought about it. That's exactly what was happening though, she was tearing up, crying and she didn't understand why either. The pain she felt was sorrow and loneliness conflicting with each other, it was overrunning her mind and it made those tears fall. Emotions were certainly something she didn't understand despite feeling them, no words can describe them since nobody could tell her what they were.

I get it now. This isn't good... Piccolo's monologue echoed as he stood there contemplating. One thought came to mind and it was unsettling, but it was the only thing he could think of... He needed to bring her to Whis. "Come on, kid. I'll take you to someone who knows what to do," he demanded and outstretched his hand towards her. Her blue eyes locked onto his green palm, she had no idea what he was doing.

Staring down at her own hand after tightening her one arm against her chest, to keep the books in place, she reached out. Her palm rested in his, once she stepped closer to him, staring in awe the entire time. Piccolo had to treat her like a small toddler, trying to appear non-hostile towards her was kind of hard. "That's his name, Whis. He's someone I know and trust enough, so don't be afraid," When he said that, he saw her head raise and glue her eyes to his own. A faint smile formed on his lips when he saw her nod, with a barely gaping mouth and curiosity bringing life into her eyes. Let's just hope he can find someone who can take care of her. I've spent years looking for this kid, so it'd be nice to know that she'd be in safe hands.  he mentally noted and sighed in relief.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter!~ Don't forget to leave a comment, I'm always happy to hear from my readers! \o/