1 Year Later A giggle and crash echoed in the next room of the Daimao residence. Kage fell backwards onto his butt and stared at the table he had just ran into, hitting his head and knocking over the lamp. Piccolo growled and lifted his son up by his collar and glared at him. Kage's lower lip trembled slightly and Piccolo sighed in frustration as Kage began to cry. "Knock it off!" Piccolo snapped and placed Kage back onto his feet. Kage sniffed and looked up at Piccolo. "Kage bad?" He sniffed and wiped his face off onto the sleeve of his dark purple gi. Piccolo's face softened a little and he shook his head. "No, you're not bad. Next time watch where you're going." Kage smiled and nodded. "Now, get lost Kid." Kage's smile widened and he ran off. For only being a year old, the kid was extremely smart. Then again, so were all Namekians. Piccolo shook his head, mumbling to himself about being 'soft' then started to clean up the mess his son had created. Kage waddled his way up the stairs to his room, a wide grin on his little face. After a minute of looking around for something to play with, Kage decided to go explore his 'Tousan's room. Piccolo finished throwing the pieces of lamp away and decided to go change out of his blue jeans and black t-shirt, into his usual gi. 'Maybe I should start training Kage.' Piccolo thought to himself as he headed up the stairs. A loud crash followed by a thump interrupted his thoughts. Piccolo's head snapped up and he flew up the stairs to the source of the crash, his room. Kage sat on the floor clad in Piccolo's gi, his turban and cape on the floor. Kage looked up at Piccolo, lower lip trembling. Piccolo sighed as Kage began to cry again. Scowling, Piccolo walked over to Kage and lifted him out of his gi. Piccolo glared at Kage for a moment before setting him aside and taking care of his gi, turban, and cape. Luckily the weight of his turban and cape hadn't cracked or broken the floor, or landed on Kage injuring him. Kage still stood next to Piccolo crying, his little pudgy fists rubbing the tears off of his cheeks as he cried. "Just like Gohan." Piccolo muttered to himself and lifted up Kage again. "Quit your cryin' kid. It's okay now." Kage sniffed and lowered his fists, lip still trembling. "Kage sorry." Piccolo nodded, "I know. Come on, I'm going to teach you how to meditate now." Kage's lip immediately stopped trembling and his eyes widened. "Really?" Kage asked now smiling. Piccolo nodded and put Kage down on the floor. Kage's smile widened and he ran out of Piccolo's room and headed down the stairs. Piccolo smirked and followed him outside. Kage grinned up at Piccolo, waiting for him to say something. Piccolo looked down at the boy and folded his arms over his chest. "Ready?" Piccolo grunted. Kage nodded excitedly and then plopped down on the ground, sitting like how he had seen his father do many times. Piccolo nodded once and followed suit. "First, close you eyes and clear your mind." Piccolo watched as Kage squeezed his eyes shut, then after a moment reopened them. "How does Kage clear his mind?" Piccolo leaned back sighing, now just realizing that he was talking to a one year old about meditation. Piccolo sat back up again, recollecting his thoughts. "Think of a place you feel safest at, got it?" Kage hesitated for a minute then nodded. Piccolo continued, "Now close your eyes and picture yourself there." Kage nodded and squeezed his eyes shut again. A smirk crossed Piccolo's lips as he watched Kage's eyes move beneath his closed eyelids. Meanwhile in Satan city, three women walked along the streets talking and laughing about things that had just recently happened to them. A bulletin board for the up coming Tenkachi Budokai caught their attention. The tallest of the three read the message out loud, "Attention all fighters! The 24th Tenkachi Budokai is coming this Friday! Be ready to challenge the world's top fighters, including the one and only MR. SATAN!!!!!" All three women shook their heads and continued to walk. "You guys want to enter?" Asked the women standing in the middle, smirking. The tallest of the group shrugged then smirked also. "Yeah, why not? Maybe the fighter who really killed Cell will be there." The other two nodded. "Okay, then it's settled, we'll go." The shortest woman smirked and looked back at the bulletin board with Mr. Satan's picture on it.