(A/N: Erm...yeah. There's gonna be some *dark* stuff in here, so if 'ya don't have an open mind then you might as well press the button on your back browser right now. There will be some OOC type stuff, but not without reason, and because of special circumstances. Oh, and one other thing, even though Goku, in the normal timeline, would still be there with Kaiou-sama (King Kai) and Bubbles, and still be dead and everything, for the sake of this fic, he's here. ***I REPEAT*** Goku is STILL here on Earth, thus making this a technical AU, M'kay people? ....and on with the fic....)

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It was an especially bright and beautiful morning, and it also happened to be the same morning that a new life was brought into a family....or more likely to be called the personification of death.

The four year old Goten stood and stretched at the front door as he watched the sun rise. He was the only one who was awake yet. His mother and father were still snoozing away, and his brother was mumbling things in his sleep about training with Piccolo.

He sat down on the front steps of the porch and looked up at the sky. Gohan and his dad had promised that they'd try to teach him to fly this afternoon, but he doubted that they'd remember. They'd just forget again.

He walked down the path that led to a small pond in the woods that he went to often when he was bored. Now was one of those times. He shoved his hands in his red jacket pockets as he strolled. It was mid-September and the air was getting a little chilly. A few pebbles crackled under his feet.

The water in the pond shimmered from the rays of the sun, it always seemed to shine at this time of day. He sat down at the bank and picked up a couple of stones to skip across it when out of the corner of his eye he saw something quite out of the ordinary and unusual: A two year old girl.

She was sitting there, no more than a few feet away from him, wearing nothing more than a tattered pink shirt and a cloth diaper. She had light pink hair that bunched up around her shoulders and peach colored skin with a few freckles in between. But there were two things about her that stood out above her other features. Number one was a birthmark on her forehead, shaped as a crescent that almost seemed to be golden.

Number two were her eyes.

They weren't normal, you see. Unlike the rest of her, which was very young, the twin crimson pools seemed to be....ancient. They were endless, and untrustworthy, and if you looked deep within them, you might even fear for your life. But on the surface, her image was innocent.

Goten stopped skipping stones and walked over to her.

"I'm Goten, what's your name?"

She said nothing, and only stared at the water.

He frowned at her. "Can you talk?"

She finally looked at him, acknowledging that he was there, and then shook her head dumbly. Once to the right, then to the left, and finally back to the center.

He was a little confused. "You can talk....but you know what I'm saying?"

She nodded.

He sat down beside her. "So what are you doing here? Are you lost? Where's your mamma?"

She hesitated for a minute, then picked up a twig and started writing something in the dirt.

DEAD

"What about your daddy?" he asked.

She looked down towards the ground and shrugged her shoulders as if to say "I don't know."

"Is he dead too?"

She shook her head, signifying that he wasn't dead, she knew that much, but not much else.

Goten decided to change the subject, he didn't like this one of death. "Did someone leave you here?"

She didn't answer, but instead looked up at his face, his eyes. It was right then when Goten discovered that she had telepathy, for in his mind, he could hear her words.

Puu abandoned me here....to die....because I'm a bad person....

And then he saw several images, flashbacks of a tall dark-haired woman who was about to slit the little girl's throat, but couldn't and ran, leaving the toddler behind.

Her bottom lip started to tremble, like she was going to cry, and Goten rested a little hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

"Oh hey....I'm sorry...."

Then she threw herself at him, sobbing dry, tearless whimpers in his chest. The four year old was a little surprised by her actions, but he didn't push her away. In stead, he wrapped his arms around her so that she was leaned up against him.

Her forehead was pressed against his throat, and he could tell that she had a fever, a high one too. One of his hands rested on her back, he could feel her ribcage poking through, she was near starvation.

She really had been left here to die.

....because I'm a bad person.....

But he tried to block it out of his mind and concentrate on the little girl who was currently in his arms. He looked at her and noticed that she had fallen asleep on his chest.

He sighed nervously. "She needs help...."

He couldn't just leave her here, she had already been abandoned once. He slowly lifted her up, being careful not to hurt her or wake her up, and slowly began down the path back to his house.

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Chichi had just finished cooking breakfast for her family that had just woken up, and had stepped outside to see where her youngest had run off to. She suddenly saw him walking up the hill and called out to him.

"Hey Goten!! Food is on the tab-" but she stopped in mid-sentence when she saw him carrying the even smaller child.

He looked up at her with big, worried eyes. "Momma, I think she's sick...."
Chichi dropped the frying pan that was previously in her hands and quickly ushered them both inside.

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The little girl stayed with them ever since then. The next big incident wouldn't happen until five years later, when the story really begins. This was when her power was at it's peak, and the history of the world would be changed. Unbeknownst to the Sons, they had literally invited the daughter of Satan into their home....

To Be Continued....