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So...are we all arguing again?

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Define arguing.

Well, you know. Not being happy with one another!

Then that's a yes.

...Well, that doesn't sound very nice.

*pointedly raises a brow as if to say, "Do I look nice?"*

*shrugs his shoulders as if to say 'We both know you are. Usually. Sometimes. Occasionally.'*

*resists an eyeroll, grumbling* You're impossible.

Only because you made me that way.

I made nothing. It's that dad of yours.

He's why I'm physically strong, sure. But you made me strong inside.

*small, almost imperceptible smile* Hmph. Sure, kid.

*beams then, but carefully and settles down cross-legged* How are you, Piccolo?

Just fine, kid. Business as usual.

Better than over here! Mom's making me clean my room, ew.

Bet you wish you were out in the wild now, huh, kid?

YES.

*small smirk, 'Kid's changed.'*

We should do something, Piccolo. Go camping or something before something bad happens.

*folds arms* I don't have time for camping, Gohan. You should know me better than that by now.

So call it wilderness training and make time! *smirks a bit and jumps up*

*grumbles something about children and being soft and how Gohan would come anyway, even if he said no* Alright, fine. *points a talon at him* But I am not fishing.

Alright! Yeah! *hops, fist in the air in triumph and beams* I'll tell Dad after I finish cleaning my room because I dunno if Mom would agree. *thoughtful look* You know how she gets.

~~Wish I didn't.~~ *gruff* Yeah. Get going. I'll see you later, Gohan.

~~She's just protective.~~ Bye, Piccolo! See you soon!

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