(A/N: I, in no way shape or form, own Dragon Ball Z or most of the characters contained within. Akira Toriyama and Toei Animation do.
A Future Untold
Chapter One
Son Chichi sighed for the fifth time in one hour. She was bored and lonely; there were only so many things a widow could do within the span of an eight hour day. She'd done what little laundry she had to do, washed the dishes, mopped her floors and had even cleaned the windows, which she hated to do.
She glanced at the picture of her family. Both her son and husband long dead, one at the hands at the Cyborg's and the other from a deadly heart virus. She missed them so much; she could hardly stand it sometimes. The family in the picture was smiling at her, unaware of the tragic end they would all meet.
Chichi put the picture facing down on the end table and walked out of the living room to find some other mindless task to keep her mind off her loneliness.
Goku…she thought folding the laundry. What was he up to in heaven she wondered? Probably still looking for the next great challenge so he could push himself farther. Trunks had said that he had achieved an even greater level than super Saiyan in the past. Did that mean that he had in this timeline as well, but just not on earth? And what of their son? Was he also training for the rest of eternity with his father?
He should have been a scholar! Her mind shouted angrily. No, he shouldn't have been to fight battles against mechanical nightmares. It hadn't mattered how much she had begged him not to do it, he was too much like his father that way, and felt it was his duty to fight them as much as he could.
She remembered the day Bulma had come to give her the news. It had, ironically enough been bright and beautiful outside. Once she had seen Bulma's face she knew, Gohan was gone.
It had taken her so long to be able to look at his pictures without bursting into tears. She had wanted to yell, scream, break anything in her sight, but it wouldn't have brought him back even if she had. Those feelings of angriness and bitterness welled up from the depths where she had pushed them down for years now.
She threw down the blanket she was folding and then stomped off towards the kitchen suddenly very angry with everything around her. Overanalyzing every aspect of her past and reliving those few horrible days were wearing on her. She needed a change, she needed companionship, or she was going to go absolutely nuts!
Bulma came out to visit her every once in a while along with Trunks and even sometimes Yamcha's daughter, Matua. But since Trunks had killed the Cyborg's they'd been occupied with rebuilding the world and helping everyone get back on their feet. No one was really close enough that she could walk to their house and have a nice visit, and even the damn village was too far away. Not since her father passed away two years ago had she felt so lonely.
She had to get out of this house, she realized or she would go stark raving mad! Too many memories flooded her head as she walked the hallways. She slipped her boots on and tied her hair back into a lose pony tail slinging it over her right shoulder and then walked out of the front door.
The air was nice and fresh, and she breathed deep to clear her mind.
She walked to the stream dipping her feet into the cool, clear water. Fish swam by and she smiled remembering how Goku would always catch the biggest one for her to-
She shook her head violently trying to shake off the memories. Goku was gone, and he would always be. There was no use in dredging up all the happy memories that made her cry now. She had to stop it or she would make herself worse. "I need a new hobby." She muttered glaring at her reflection in the water.
It was silent for a long moment, even the birds and animals didn't make noise. It was almost calming and she took a few more breaths to relax.
She then heard a slight whistling sound. That was odd, she thought as she lifted her head to look around her. It started out quiet and far away sounding and then it got louder and louder. She looked up above her head and saw a trail of smoke and fire stretching across the sky. It was something from space, she knew as it broke the sound barrier sending out a loud boom. She covered her ears against the sound, but then as soon as it stopped she hurriedly put on her boots and stood up to see if she could guess where it was going to land. It whizzed past her home and then landed a mile away from her home, in the deeper part of the forest.
It made the ground shake, making the trees rustle and leaves fall. Animals that had been hiding now scurried away in fear of the movement. She saw the smoke coming from the crater it had created and then decided to follow it.
She wanted to know what it was, or maybe…who it was. She reached the crater out of breath from running the whole way. The edge was crumbling slightly so she dared not step on it but she leaned over and saw a Saiyan space pod in the center. Its small purple window looked cracked and it still looked as if it was extremely hot from the atmosphere. The door creaked open slightly a hiss and she thought she heard an irritated growl from the person inside before they kicked it open sending the door to the other side of the crater cracking the fragile glass and bending the door. Chichi backed away slightly for a second but her curiosity outweighed her fear she stepped forward again.
A hand grasped at the side of the door and then another stretched out as the person muttered curses aloud. It sounded like a girl, Chichi thought.
Finally, a black haired girl pulled herself out of the broken ship, shaking her head and pulling the wires off her head. She was dressed in black Saiyan armor, different from what she had seen Vegeta wear. She was short too; she looked shorter than Vegeta had been. Once the girl stood up fully she looked around the crater as if she was confused. That was when Chichi noticed it, she had a tail! It wagged freely behind her as she looked around.
Chichi backed away from the crater, every time that a Saiyan had come to earth like this one had, it was to destroy the planet and it's people. She had to call Trunks; he was the only one who'd be able to stop this girl. She went to run home when she heard another grunt from the crater. The girl was climbing out and cursing with every other word she said. Her hand grasped the top of the crater where it was crumbling and Chichi heard her yell her frustration as it dissolved and she slid down again.
Why was she not flying out of the crater? Chichi thought bewildered as she stopped in her tracks. She turned and walked back slowly to the crater, just as the girl got her hand back on the edge of the crater. Their eyes met as the girl looked up at Chichi in annoyance, "Could you possibly help me get out of here?" She asked.
"Can't you fly out?" The girl looked at her as if she was crazy. "I can't fly, are you kidding me?" This confused Chichi even more, she was wary of the girl though. Was it a trick to get her guard down and kill her?
No, she thought, most Saiyan's she had met were more than ready to kill whomever they came across, they had no patience for tricks like this. After a few moments of deliberation on her part, Chichi slowly outstretched her hand to the girl and she took it smiling slightly. Chichi helped her out of the crater, noting the girl's strength.
"Thank you." She said brushing off the dirt and dust from the front of her armor. Chichi studied the girl, noting her black hair wasn't overly spiky like Goku and Vegeta's had been, but she could definitely tell that she was a Saiyan. She even had a large crescent shaped scar that went from the top of her forehead on the right side and curved around her eye to the cheekbone.
There were more on her neck that looked like claw marks.
The silence was becoming too much for her and she finally broke it. "Who are you?"
The girl rolled her eyes upwards and then looked back at Chichi, shrugging her shoulders.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know, how could you not know who you are, do you even know your name?" The girl again rolled her eyes upward thinking for a moment, her eyes for just the barest of seconds became unfocused and slightly glazed, she then looked back at Chichi with her sharp black eyes and said. "Catarina…I think. It's all I can remember. Tell me, where am I?"
"On earth…" Chichi said slowly. How did she not know where she was, or who she was, and Catarina was not a Saiyan name. Suddenly the silence was broken by a loud gurgling noise and Catarina clutched her stomach growling in annoyance back at it.
A laugh escaped from Chichi as the girl did this.
She had to be a Saiyan, maybe not a full blooded one, but she had it in her.
"What's so damn funny?" Catarina asked her.
"Nothing," she said stopping her laughter. "So you really don't remember anything?" Catarina shook her head. "Why would I lie to you about something like that?"
Chichi shook her head. "I guess I can explain what I know later. Come along I'll feed you, and call a person I know who can help you even more."
Trunks and Bulma will know what to do about her; I'll call them after I feed her and get them to come down here.
The girl nodded and followed behind Chichi silently.
Somehow, Chichi got the feeling the peace on earth was about to be interrupted because of this girls arrival. She just hoped whoever she was and whatever her reason for being here she wasn't going to bring more destruction down on this planet.
