So, unless people were careful, they were opt to get hurt in these tournaments. And, hearing that, Lizbet knew that it would be next to impossible for her to watch even one of the matches. Within five minutes of it she knew she'd be out cold, sooner than the people who were actually fighting! It was kind of ridiculous, but that's just how she was.<br/><br/>She falls silent, once more listening to the others converse, laughing under her breath when Krillen said that he was getting too old for tournaments, but she had to agree with what Goku had said. Even though she had no idea what he looked like ten years ago, she knew that he looked as if he could hold his own. Even Eighteen agreed, saying that he should fight in the next one, maybe earn a cash prize from it. But Krillen just says no, saying he already earned enough from his job. Too bad.<br/><br/>"America..." Lizbet repeats, thinking a moment. Texas would be a nice place to visit. She'd been to the states once before, but it was when she was younger. It was the winter of her fifth birthday, in Maine, when everything seemed to go down hill for her. Thinking about it made her frown slightly, so she pushes those thoughts to the side as she listened to Goku's answer.<br/><br/>At first it was about America, before he got to the part where he wanted to visit. And hearing that, she turns so she was facing him, her head tilted slightly to the left, a look in her eye that seemed concerned. Home... She'd forgotten what it felt like to be truly at home, but she would never say that out loud. Instead, she places her small fragile hand over Goku's heart, a soft smile on her lips.<br/><br/>"As I've always heard, home is where the heart is..." She pauses, gazing deeply in to Goku's eyes. "Where is your heart, Goku? Is it broken in to a million pieces, and scattered over the horizon? Do the crows and scavengers pick it apart, shredding it like the morning paper? Or maybe, you don't know...you don't know, because you've thought you knew, and that thought was shaken from it's roots, like a tree in a hurricane, and now, deep down, you have no clue where your heart is..."<br/><br/>At that moment, it seemed as if all others had zoned out of her mind, and right then and there, it was just her and Goku on that sandy beach, face to face. She wasn't just talking to Goku now...she was talking with herself, as if speaking the things that had been on her own mind lately. Why? Why did things always turn so terrible, right when she thought they were good? What was her meaning in life? Where did her heart belong?<br/><br/>"I ask those things...because even if you have a smile on your face right now...Your eyes are telling me otherwise." She lowers her voice, and, in a whisper that only Goku could hear, she speaks. "I know what it feels like to have a heart that seems like it is missing, like it doesn't beat properly. Let me help you find the pieces to yours, and help you mend it, and put it back together...I know you barely know me, and I you...but...I really want to help you so you don't have such sad eyes anymore..."<br/><br/>She sighs softly, feeling tears forming in her own eyes, though why she didn't know. "Please...let me help you find where you belong. Where your home is."