Disclaimer: DBZ doesn't belong to me, but to Akira Toriyama and various others. I make no money with this...well if laughter isn't a valuable currency that is!
Allright, Ladies and Gentlemen! This is a first try at something that's been playing havok with my mind for a few years now.
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Groggily throwing the covers off of her, she crawled out of bed to shut her damned alarm clock off. "There, all better now.", she mumbled to herself and stumbled over to her bedroom door, thinking how great it would be if the door could lead her directly to the kitchen and what fun it would be to have someone like Mister Popo around so she wouldn't have to make her coffee all on her own and having to wait for it...Opening the door and expecting to step down the stairs leading up to her bedroom, she missbalanced and fell forward, landing on the hard and cold marble floor of..."The kitchen?", she wondered, looking up and around the room, really looking at it for the first time, for there was Mister Popo, right in front of her actually, with a cup of coffee in his hands.
"Would you like a cup?", he asked her friendly, even if he wondered just where she came from.
"Huh?", she asked back, bewildered for she hadn't understood a single word he'd said. "Erm...nani?", she tried, for she'd figured that if Mister Popo had sounded as if he'd been speaking japanese, she could as well try to do so too, but 'what' was one of the very few japanese words she knew...
"Would you like a cup of coffee? You look as if you need it.", he repeated himself to her and just motioned to the cup in his hands as there was no recognition flashing across her features, but once she'd gotten a good look at the cup in his hands, accompanied by his gesture between her and the cup, she practically jumped up and took the cup from him.
"Thanks.", she whispered lowly, blowing some of the steam from the dark liquid and taking a small sip.
"How you know how speak this language?!", he boomed. Mister Popo was shell shocked to the core of his very being. He only spoke a little bit of namekian and he knew for a fact that he didn't speak it all that well and that he always forgot to use some words in the sentences. Kami had tought him to speak it to pass the time on the lookout, but Mister Popo never would've expected anyone else to be able to speak it as fluently as that girl in front of him, she sounded quite a lot like Kami had...when he'd still been alive.
"You wait, I go other here.", he informed her hurriedly and ran off to find the new guardian of earth, Dende and maybe even Piccolo. He was positive that at least one of them would know what to do with the girl.
Blinking after the retreating back of Mister Popo, she figured she could just as well do as he'd said...or tried to say, so she sat down at an empty table in the kitchen and continued to sip the glorious liquid in the cup, the one and only thing that could wake her up, coffee!!!