Name: Melissa Ryan
Age: 21 (same as Trunks)
Hair Length: shoulder
Hair Color: light brown
Eye Color: blue
Height: a few inches shorter than Trunks
Her story: Melissa was a typical woman. She lived a good life, got along well with people, and lived with her two parents, Tammi and Dave. Tragically, they perished in a hit-and-run. It was stated in their will that if anything happened to them, Melissa was to live with her mom's good friend, Bulma Brief, and her family. Life there won't be easy, but Melissa gets through it thanks to a strong bond with the most unlikely person

Falling for a Saiyan

Bulma's POV:
I received a letter a while ago that my good friends, Tammi and Dave, had died in a hit-and-run accident, and I couldn't stop reading it. I had gone to school with them and we got along well, but we parted after school was over. However, we still kept in touch. After putting down the letter, Trunks walked in from outside.
"Hey, Mom."
"Hi, son. Where's your father?"
"Training in his capsule outside. He wanted to get some training in before dinner."
I rolled my eyes and shook his head. That Vegeta never wants to quit, but who am I to stop him? I showed Trunks the letter and he narrowed his eyes.
"Sorry, Mom."
"Don't be, sweetie. They both lived a good life."
"What's going to happen with their daughter?"
"In their will, it stated that she'll be staying with us if anything happened to them. Their money was put into an account for her."
He nodded and sat down at the table beside me.
"When is she due to arrive?"
"A cab is supposed to pull up within the hour."
An hour later, a cab pulled up to the front of the house just as Vegeta walked in, a towel draped over his shoulders.
"I don't remember you saying anything about visitors."
"Well, Vegeta, if you weren't always training so much, maybe you'd have a better chance of finding out about something."
"Hmph."
After he left, I could see a girl Trunks' age walk up to the door. Before she walked in, I whispered to Trunks.
"Now, Trunks, I don't want her finding out about your father's family history just yet. Let's just take things one step at a time."
"Sure, Mom."

Melissa's POV:
I walked into Capsule Corp. and put my bags down. I saw Bulma talking to a boy my age and waved. She waved back and walked over to me.
"Hey, Melissa. It's nice to finally have you here. Let me take your things for you."
"Thanks, Bulma, but I think I can manage. If you could show me to my new room, I'd like to get settled in."
She smiled and nodded, having me follow her up the stairs. The boy she was talking to followed close behind us. My new room had a queen-sized bed, dresser, a desk with a laptop, a balcony, and a walk-in closet. There was also another door that connected to my own bathroom. After unpacking, I went into the living room to see a man with black hair sticking straight up sitting on the railing of the living room balcony. He seemed to be in deep thought, and I thought it best to not disturb him. He saw me looking at him and beckoned me to come outside.

Trunks' POV:
After coming back downstairs with Mom, I saw Dad beckon Melissa to come outside and talk to him. I nervously looked at Mom.
"Mom, what do you think Dad's going to do with her? You don't think he'll tell of his family, do you?"
"Oh, Trunks, no. I don't think he's that foolish."
"When have you ever known Dad to not be reckless about anything?"
After that, Mom grew quiet. It's true; my father was never not reckless about anything. We just stood there and watched carefully.

Melissa's POV:
The man I know now to be Vegeta looked at me as I stood by the balcony, putting my hands on the rail.
"So, you're our newest houseguest?"
"Looks like it. Bulma didn't tell you I was coming?"
"Hmph. That woman always manages to forget at least one thing a day. Today seems to be no different."
I smiled and looked out to the city, and he did the same. We didn't say anything for a while, but I didn't mind. Vegeta looked at me again, and I looked back.
"What am I supposed to call you, then? I suppose you don't want me to refer to you as 'girl' all the time, right?"
"That would be the human thing to do, yes."
"Well, I'm not human."
I raised an eyebrow at him and he smirked.
"Well, if you're not human, what are you? An alien?"
"In a way. I'm from a race of people called Saiyans. We lived in a far off planet many years ago, but it was destroyed by a being called Frieza. I originally came here to destroy the inhabitants of Earth, but thought it was a waste of my time and decided against it."
"Are there others like you?"
"There's another full-blooded Saiyan like myself called Kakarot, but you'll know him as Goku. He has two half-Saiyan sons called Gohan and Goten. The boy inside talking to Bulma is my half-Saiyan son, Trunks."
I nodded and looked at Trunks talking to Bulma inside.I had a feeling Trunks was different, but I didn't fully understand that until Vegeta explained it to me. I got up to go inside, and he followed me in. Bulma glared at Vegeta and crossed her arms in front of her.
"Vegeta, what did you say to her?"
"I simply explained the truth. You're always the one saying honesty is the best policy around here."
"Yes, but couldn't you have at least waited until she's been here long enough?"
"Hmph."
Vegeta, not wanting to discuss it anymore, walked downstairs and leaned against a tree in the front yard. I looked at Trunks, who seemed embarrassed.
Bulma has since walked away, too.
"Are your parents always like that?"
"You don't even know the half of it. A conversation with them isn't over until one of them walks away."
"My dad was like that."
"Like what?"
"Your dad. He had that same kind of attitude, but had a soft spot for family."

"Sorry to hear that, Melissa."
"No worries, Trunks."
The next day, Bulma was hosting a BBQ to welcome me to her home. Her and Vegeta's friends were showing up, too, and I was going to meet them.
"Bulma, do you think you're friends will like me?"
"Of course they will, Melissa. Don't worry about it. Just keep your food away from Goku. He loves to eat."
One by one, her friends showed up. First came Goku and his family, then a tall green alien, a shorter guy with black hair and his family, and another tall guy with short black hair that stood straight up and an outfit like Goku's. Bulma smiled and put an arm around my shoulder.
"Guys, this is Melissa. She's living with me, Vegeta, and Trunks now. Melissa, these are my friends."
That's a wrap for part will the meeting with Melissa and Bulma's friends go? You'll find out in part 2. Also, something happens at the BBQ that results in a shocking request made by the Prince of Saiyans himself. Stay tuned