Alright, I've decided to put this back up! Only this time, it will be completely different than the first one. Well, sort of. The basic idea is the same, just things like how she's found and such. The same, but different. That doesn't make sense, but oh well. And everyone who reads this better review!
Summary: The Z fighters find a little 5-year old Saiyan girl. What else can I say?
Just to warn all you people looking for a romance fic, this is NOT it! I will not have my OC falling in love with Gohan, Goten, Goku, Vegeta, or Trunks, or vice versa! So if you want to read something like that, go find a different story, there are plenty of them out there.
Chapter One: Meetings and Nightmares
A girl who looked about 5 years old stumbled through bushes and undergrowth in a forest. Her clothes, a jumpsuit with sandals, were torn and dirty. You couldn't even tell what color the jumpsuit was, though it was white originally.
She was shaking and cold, and she looked like she could barely stand up. A once-fluffy tail hung limply behind her and it was covered in mud. It had rained the night before, and she couldn't find shelter.
She hadn't eaten anything in days. She didn't know how to find any food on her own. She had never been in a forest before, and had rarely ever been outside even.
She smelled something ahead of her and went towards it. It smelled strange, she had never smelled it before, and she thought maybe it was real food. She drooled at the thought and hurried towards it. Her tail perked up a little and started wagging a little as she crashed through the vegetation. All other thoughts were pushed aside to make room for one dominating instinct: to find food. (A/N: Nothing gets between a Saiyan and food. Nothing.) Her energy level went up from desperation. If she didn't get something to eat soon, she probably wouldn't make it.
She finally got to the source of the smell and stopped. It wasn't food, it was a person! More than one person actually; there were two. Her tail drooped in disappointment and she tried to sneak back into the cover of the forest vegetation.
They were in a clearing. They both had black hair, in exactly the same hairstyle (A/N: If you can't guess who they are…) She tried to sneak quietly back into the forest; however, the wild dash through the woods had taken its toll. She was panting heavily and, of course, the other two people heard her and turned to look at her.
"Hey there, where did you come from?" the larger one asked. She panicked and started to back away, a terrified look in her eyes. He would take her back to the building! She got very dizzy, the stress and hunger taking its toll. The world started to swirl together and she stumbled.
"Dad, I think there's something wrong with her!" She couldn't see who was talking. She swayed and finally dropped to the ground, unconscious.
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She groaned and painfully opened her eyes. She had a headache and her eyes hurt because of it. Staring at the ceiling for a moment, she wondered where she was and how she got there. It came back slowly and she groaned again. Great, just great. Somebody thought she was cute and decided to take her home with them.
She sighed. She'd think of some way to escape later. Her head still hurt. She carefully moved her head to one side and looked around. She was in a room, that had been decided earlier. It was plain; white, unpainted walls and fluorescent lights. She was in a bed.
She sat up and suddenly wished she hadn't. Her ears started ringing and her eyes watered. The pain was almost unbearable. She whimpered and brought her hands up to her head instinctively. After a few moments, the pain subsided and her whimpering stopped.
She sighed in relief and decided that if she was going to leave, now was probably the best chance she had. Carefully, she moved her legs over the side of the bed facing the door and slowly lowered herself down to the floor. She lost her balance for a moment and her tail unwrapped itself from around her waist to help her stay upright. She took a couple unsteady steps when the door opened.
"Oh, so you're finally awake!" a woman with blue hair (A/N: betcha can't guess who this is! Oh, and sorry for any OOC-ness. Which will probably be all the time…) said as she stepped into the room.
"I didn't think you'd be awake this soon, much less walking! And what are you doing up? You hit your head pretty hard from what I heard, so you get back in that bed! Really, what is it with Saiyans…" The woman started muttering to herself while the girl just stood there. She didn't know what this woman wanted from her, but she knew that she hated being ordered around! She looked at the wide-open door and got the idea in her head that she could outrun this woman, even with her mind-splitting headache. She made a dash for the doorway, but the woman grabbed her before she got through.
"And just where do you think you're going?" she asked. Her head hurt more than ever, but that just made her angrier and more desperate to escape. She thrashed around in the woman's arms and bit her arm. The woman screamed and dropped her, cradling her bitten arm. The girl took two steps and dropped onto the floor, overcome by pain. She curled up into a ball with her hands on her head, crying. It hurt so much! She blacked out once again.
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"No! I don't wanna! Stop it!!"
"You'll do as you're told, ungrateful brat!"
"Someone get the tranquilizer!"
"No more tests! Please! I don't like them, they hurt!"
"Shut up!!"
"I've got the tranquilizer right here."
"Good! Hurry up and inject it, she's going to get violent soon."
"Nooooo!! Help, somebody! Somebody! Help…"
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"No…nn…help…"
"Hey, kid, wake up."
She snapped her eyes open at the sound of the voice and screamed. She flailed her arms around in a panic and smacked the person who woke her up in the face.
"Hey! Watch it!"
She stopped flailing about and looked around, still shaking from the nightmare. There were people all around her, staring. The person she had hit was a boy with purple hair. He was rubbing the spot where she had hit him and halfway glaring at her for causing the injury.
She looked around at the other people. It was a small group, most with black hair, she noted.
"Are you all right?" the boy from the clearing asked her.
She scooted away from the group of people, although it wasn't far because she was still on the bed. She growled as threateningly as she could and bared her teeth. She had hoped that it would make them back off so she would have room to make another escape attempt, seeing as her headache seemed to be gone. Instead, the growling seemed to have the opposite effect. They smiled at her, or at least smirked, like it was the cutest thing they had ever seen.
A little girl with blue hair and another girl with black hair ran into the room.
"Is she awake now mommy?" the blue-haired one asked. Kris scooted further away from everyone. She had had only one previous experience with children around her age, and it hadn't been pleasant. Best to stay away for now…
"Calm down, Bra," the woman from earlier said to the little girl, who was jumping up and down in excitement.
"What's your name?" the man from the clearing asked her. She hesitated. They wouldn't want her ID number, so she thought a name she had always called herself would work.
"Kris," she replied. (A/N: That was… unnecessary. But I put it in anyway. *shakes head * I'm weird…) The man smiled.
"That's a nice name. My name's Goku, that's Krillin, and this is Goten, and Trunks, and…" and the introductions continued.
"You've been unconscious for 2 days," Krillin stated after the introductions had been made. Kris blinked in surprise. Two days? And they hadn't turned her in or done tests on her? She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at them. If they hadn't, they must want something else from her. She just wasn't sure what.
"Hi Kris!" Bra enthusiastically greeted Kris, jumping up onto the bed, and Pan following suite. Kris jumped in surprise and scooted further away. She was uncomfortable around people, especially when they stared. Pan looked at her strangely.
"Why don't you talk much?" she inquired. Kris glared at her, annoyed suddenly.
"'Cause I don't want to." She answered shortly.
"Oh." There was silence for a second.
"Hey," Chi-Chi said, trying to break the rather uncomfortable silence. "I have an idea. Why don't we all have dinner now? I'm sure you're hungry, what with being asleep for two whole days, and besides, you Saiyans are always hungry anyway."
"Yeah! Dinner!" Goten exclaimed.
"Dinner will probably be ready in thirty minutes, with all of the cooking droids working," Bulma said. "But first, you're still all dirty." She added, looking at Kris. "You need to take a bath before you can eat."
Kris glared and crossed her arms over the chest.
"I don't want to take a bath." She said, even though she was a little unsure of what all a "bath" would entail.
"Well, you have to," Chi-Chi said. "Now come on. I'll help you clean up. Do you think you can handle dinner on your own Bulma?"
Bulma nodded and left the room. (A/N: Just to let you know, they're in Capsule Corp. Sorry I didn't mention it earlier.)
Kris still just sat in the bed with her arms crossed defiantly. Chi-Chi turned back to her with her hands on her hips. The males quickly left the room; they recognized the warning signs of one of Chi-Chi's rants coming on.
"You are going to take a bath." She commanded.
"No." Kris chirped defiantly. Bra and Pan cringed and slowly crept out of the room as well.
"She's gonna get it," Pan whispered to Bra. Bra nodded in silent agreement.
"Hey!! Put me down! Argh! Let go!" Chi-Chi walked out of the room with Kris tucked under her arm and headed toward the bathroom, Kris protesting and struggling all the while.
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Kris sat gloomily at the couch in the living room. Her hair was still damp, and her tail was too, which bothered her even more. She kept waving it around in an attempt to dry it more quickly.
She watched Trunks beat Goten once again at whatever video game they were playing while they were waiting for dinner to be ready. Bra came up to her and hopped up onto the couch next to her. Kris pretended to ignore her.
"Um, Kris? Could I ask you something?" Bra asked. Kris turned her head to look at her.
"What?" she asked.
"Well, I was wondering, where are your mommy and daddy? I mean, they must be really worried about you, you've been gone for at least two days," Kris looked back at the video game and replied in a dull voice.
"I don't know where they are. Some people found me in a desert. They took care of me, I guess."
"Oh," Bra said. She was about to say something else, but was interrupted when one of the cook droids rolled into the room and announced that dinner was ready. There was a stampede of hungry Saiyans going into the kitchen.
Kris sat at the couch for a moment, wondering what happened, then ran as fast as she could after them. She stared, drooling, at the mountain of food on the table, which was creaking under the weight of it all. The non-Saiyans had already gotten their share of the food and the Saiyans had already begun digging into the rest.
Kris practically leapt into an empty chair and started chowing down. She had never had food this good before! Mostly she got vitamins and pills with water, or sometimes milk if she behaved herself. Once she got some candy, but that had been a long time ago. But not chicken and rice, noodles, and… she couldn't even think about what she eating! It was all so good! She stuffed herself.
After dinner, everyone went into the living room to watch some movie. The curiousity about the new Saiyan had lured them there in the first place, but now it had turned into a get-together of sorts.
They settled down onto various couches and chairs in front of the big screen television, and the movie started relatively peacefully, except for a couple fights over popcorn and soda, neither of which lasted any longer than 5 minutes into the movie.
Kris had seen a couple movies before, but they had been animated, not live-action. One of the scientists in the compound she had been in before had brought them in, along with a small television and VCR. Kris had liked that particular scientist, he was nice to her. But that was before- she cut off that thought abruptly. She wouldn't think about it right now.
The movie was okay, but she didn't really like it. She was bored, and apparently so were the other children. Trunks and Goten were throwing popcorn at each other, Pan was asleep, snuggled in between Gohan and Videl, and Bra was also asleep, curled up next to Bulma.
Kris felt like crying suddenly, and turned away from the rest of the group. She was lonely, though she wouldn't admit it, and she wished she could fall asleep next to her parents like they were doing. She felt tears spring to her eyes and quickly turned back to the movie. She had been scolded when she cried before; crying showed weakness, and if she was weak, they would get rid of her. They'd leave her out in the middle of a city by herself, and people would yell and throw things at her, and… she felt tears streaming down her face and she wiped them away as best as she could. After awhile she yawned and curled up into a ball on the chair she was sitting in. Her eyes slowly shut and she fell asleep.
About twenty minutes later, the movie ended. The guests said their goodbyes and left to their own respective houses. Trunks said he wasn't going to bed just yet, and Bulma carried Bra to her room and put her to bed, but not before ordering Vegeta to put Kris in one of the guest rooms. He muttered something about the brat (meaning Trunks) being able to do it, but obeyed anyway.
He picked Kris up out of the chair and carried her to a guest room. Kris snuggled up next to him in her sleep and purred. Vegeta looked down at her questioningly. She reminded him of someone… he shook his head and kept walking down the hall. She couldn't be related to anyone he had known on Planet Vegeta. Until a few days ago, he had thought that himself and Kakarot were the only surviving full blooded Saiyans. The chances of him knowing this little girl were one in a million. (A/N: That was way too predictable. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. Bad me.)
He put her into the bed in the guest room and was about to leave the room when he heard a whimper. He turned his head and saw Kris twitching in her sleep and whimpering. (A/N: You know, like dogs do when they're dreaming.)
He snorted and turned to leave again when he heard something else.
"Mommy…" He glanced quizzically at her. She was dreaming about her mother? Then she remembered her parents? He was jerked out of his thoughts by a louder whimper. Kris was crying and started to thrash around in her sleep.
Vegeta frowned. If she didn't stop, she'd probably fall out of the bed and hurt herself. Then, he'd get blamed for it somehow and he'd be sleeping on the couch for a few days. (A/N: * giggles * He is so whipped….)
He went back over to the bed and shook Kris slightly to wake her up. She woke with a gasp. Her eyes were huge and the pupils dilated. She took a couple ragged breaths, and then scrunched her eyes shut and screamed like the world was ending. Vegeta winced and covered her mouth with his hand. Kris thrashed around, still screaming and crying.
'Damn!' Vegeta thought. 'The whole freaking building probably heard that!' And, surprisingly enough, Trunks burst into the room.
"What's going on? Who got killed?" he asked, looking frantically around for anything out of the ordinary.
"No one," Vegeta responded. "The brat had a nightmare and when she woke up she started screaming."
Kris had stopped thrashing around and just sat there amongst the rumpled bed sheets and sobbed. Vegeta removed his hand from over her mouth and stepped back. Kris curled up into a ball and continued sobbing. She didn't care if anyone was watching her, she just cried and didn't think.
She had had the same dream before, but she tried not to think about that either. She tried not to think about a lot of things, but when she slept, they came rushing back at her.
Trunks came over to the bed and sat down next to her. He placed a hand on her back and tried to comfort her.
"Hey, it's all right," he said as he rubbed her back.
"No it's not!" she sobbed and curled into an even tighter ball. She couldn't stop crying, no matter how hard she tried. No, she wasn't even trying to stop crying. The tears rolled down her face freely. Just then Bulma walked into the room.
"I heard screams," she said. "What happened?" She noticed Kris's crying. "Kris? Kris, what's wrong?" She came over to the bed and Trunks backed off. He wasn't calming her down, but maybe his mother could.
"She had a nightmare," Trunks said. Bulma sat down on the bed, put Kris in her lap, and stroked her hair.
"Shh, shh, it's alright. It was just a nightmare… you're alright…" she said in soothing tones. Kris's sobs were quieting down into hiccups now. After a minute or so, she had stopped crying altogether, and was merely sniffling.
"Are you okay now? All through crying?" Bulma asked. Kris nodded silently.
"Alright then. Let's go clean your face up." She picked Kris up, went into the adjacent bathroom and turned on the hot water in the sink. She took a washcloth and started wiping Kris's face.
Trunks left the room, going to bed. After all, he still had school to go to in the morning, and he figured his mom could handle it. However, Vegeta stayed, watching from the doorway to the bathroom as Bulma cleaned Kris's face off.
Bulma was trying to find out what the nightmare had been about, unsuccessfully. Kris kept her mouth tightly shut, and wouldn't answer Bulma's questions.
"Come on Kris, you can tell me. I won't tell anyone about it, and Vegeta promises not to tell either, right Vegeta?" Bulma looked to Vegeta for support.
He leaned against the doorframe and simply said "Her mother."
"What?" Bulma asked.
"She was dreaming about her mother. I heard her talk in her sleep." He replied. Kris stiffened up and stared straight ahead into the mirror above the sink. This did not go unnoticed by either of them.
"Kris?" Bulma said quietly. "Is that true? You were dreaming about your mom?"
Kris shuddered and looked away. She didn't say anything, and she could feel tears beginning to form in her eyes, even though she was trying hard not to cry again. Bulma hugged her.
"You can tell us about it Kris. It's better to let it all out. You'll feel better afterwards, I promise." She told Kris as she hugged her. Kris broke down and started crying again, though nowhere near as loudly as before. She hugged Bulma back and mumbled out what had happened in her dream as best she could while burying her face in Bulma's shoulder.
"I… I'm a little baby in the dream. A-a-and my mommy's there, she's smiling at me and she picks me up. Then, there's another part of the dream. My mommy's carrying me, and she's running, and… and she carries me to a place that has a bunch of round things, with windows in them. I think maybe they were spaceships or somethin'. A-and then, she opens one, and she puts me in this seat thingie, and…s-she takes this thing off of her head, it was sorta over her ear, and it's all blue over her eye. A glass thing, I think. And she takes this necklace off, and she puts them next to me on the seat."
Kris stops to rub her eyes, then keeps going.
"Then there are these voices, and my mommy looks… looks scared and… s-s-she k-kisses me on the head, and closes the door, but I can still see outta the little window in the door. And my mommy turns around when these weird looking people come, and the round thing I'm in starts to shake…"
Tears are streaming down her face again and she's trembling, but she still tries to relay her dream/memory to them.
"A-a-and th-they k-…. they k-..k… kill my mommy! They shot this bright glowy thing at her and she.. she…"
She choked, unable to continue with that part.
"The… the thing I'm in, it starts moving, and everything gets smaller, 'cause I'm moving away from it, and I can see the whole planet!"
Her eyes widened temporarily to emphasis the awe at being able to see an entire planet. Abruptly her mood went back from being astonished to scared and sad.
"But then there's this bright light… and everything starts shaking, and it gets really cold and then everything is all dark and there's these people screaming in my head…"
Kris clutched at Bulma's shirt and fairly howled in sorrow. Bulma just held her while she cried, slightly in shock. Little kids shouldn't have dreams like that! And even if it wasn't a dream, but a memory instead, which she suspected it to be, she shouldn't be able to remember that! First off, she had been an infant when it happened, and secondly, the planet had blown up some 30 years ago! If what Kris had sobbed out was in fact what happened, she should be at least 30 years old by now!
Vegeta, meanwhile, was still leaning against the doorframe, his face a mask of indifference. However, behind that façade, he was confused. Why would the child's mother go to such lengths to send her brat to some backwater planet like Earth without an assignment? Wouldn't it have been easier to just have the girl assigned there to assist Kakkarot in purging the planet? And why the hell was the brat's mother killed? Penalties weren't that harsh for stealing a space pod, and even if they were, no one would have gotten there before the pod was even launched!
Kris's sobs and howls had quieted down over a space of 3 minutes; eventually settling down into sniffles and whimpers. Bulma sat on the tile floor of the bathroom, hugging her and trying to comfort the poor Saiyan girl as best as she could. It worked, and after a little while, Kris had cried herself to sleep, still clinging to Bulma's shirt.
Bulma picked her up, wiped her face off again, and carried her back to the bed. She tucked her in and ruffled her hair affectionately before leaving the room, Vegeta following, and closed the door quietly.
Alright, did you guys like it, hate it, what? Should I give up fan fiction writing and stick to poetry, or should I continue? If I do continue, it'll be awhile before the next chapter. I have school to dedicate every fiber of my being to right now. At least if I want that Gameboy Advance for Christmas. The next chapter will, hopefully, be more light-hearted than this angst-ridden one. Hopefully. Yes, this is my first fan fiction (sort of), but it's better than some I've seen, so give me a little credit for using spell check! Although that thing is really annoying. It insists that 'Saiyan' means 'Asian'.
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