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~ * ~ Mirai 780 ~ * ~

I young girl pulled herself out of the fresh crater her space pod had made. She sat on its edge to catch her breath. She was in pain and looked it too. Her hair was mucked to the point you could no longer guess its color. She looked at her clothes with disgust. Her chest armor barely in tacked, grey form fitted under armor torn and singed in several places. White Puffy pants now stained with dirt and ripped. At least her boots seemed mostly undamaged.

She signed and willed herself to stand. Debating on what to do next she focused in on the nearest lifeforms. Needing supplies she decided to venture towards civilization.

'Even in my weakened state I can still deal with these creatures if necessary.' She thought bitterly to herself.

After nearly half a day of shuffling it was sunset before she finally made it to the cities edge. 'Pepper City huh?' Still fighting exhaustion and pain she stumbled into the city holding her ribs willing them to stay in place. People stared and gasped at her battered state causing her to become even more irritated. 'Uh, I can't do this for much longer.' She thought losing balance. She tried to stand again. 'Damn.' The last of her energy failed her and she fell unconscious.

Sometime later she woke up bandaged and in a medical bed. 'How did I get here?' She looked around confused. Her attention snapped to the opening door across from where she laid.

"Oh good you're awake," an old man said as he walked in the room. Her jet black eyes watched with disdain and she sat up. "Let me check your vitals." He walked over to her. She smacked his hand away when he reach for her arm with a pressure cuff. "Now is that anyway to treat someone who is trying to help you?" He asked sounding sympathetic.

She only responded by lifting her now glowing hand pointing it towards the old man. He looked at her in fear. Suddenly the down busted open making her dissipate the energy attack at the sight of a little girl.

"Grandpa is she…You're awake. Yay!" The little girl said excitedly and ran up to her.

"Get away from her!" The old man exclaimed at his granddaughter causing her to skid to a stop and look at him confused.

The injured girl merrily glared at him. "You people are too noisily," she stated her voice feminine with a tough undertone making her sound much old than she was and it didn't quite match her delicate features. "Kid, come here," she continued turning her attention to the still confused little girl. She complied nervously.

"Y-y-yes?" She stuttered.

"He is your grandfather?"

"Yes."

"Doctor?"

"Uh-huh."

"Is he good to you?"

"Of course. Grandpa's the best," the younger girl now beamed.

"Very well. I'm hungry. Run along and find me food," The older girl waved her off.

"Ok," she jumped up and ran out the room.

"I retract my previous decision. I will not harm you," she said flatly to the old man not looking at him.

He sat silently afraid she might change her mind.

"How long have I been unconscious?" She asked after a few minutes.

"O-only a few hours," he replied.

"Hmm. Your work is sufficient," she stated looking over her bandages.

They both sat silently until the girl re turned.

"I'm back," the little girl smiled as he enter the room. She handed her grandpa a food capsule.

He pushed the buttoned and placed the tray by the medical bed. He looked t the amount of food surprised.

"Momo, you didn't need to bring so much," He said.

"But grandpa I didn't know what she'd like," Momo replied.

They both stared at the other girl in surprise as she chowed down eating everything in front of her with little effort. After she finished Momo looked up at her with curiosity.

"What?" the older girl asked wanting the child to stop staring at her.

"What's your name? How old are you? Why are your ears pointy? Where-"She asked.

"Whoa kid. One at time," she interrupted chuckling at the spirited kid. "My name is Miaka and I'm about 12 I guess. As for my ears, they just are."

The questions continued and she answered only what she was willing to. Momo learned Miaka was alone with no parents but wouldn't say what happened to them. Miaka learned Momo was only six and her parents were kill by the androids. Miaka asked about the android. Since she wasn't from Earth she knew nothing of them. Miaka also didn't share the knowledge of her being an alien to Momo though. Momo thought she must have been living under a rock to not know about the tyrants plaguing their planet. Momo also talked about a man with glowing golden hair that tried to fight against the android and protect people. This mystery warrior caught her attention.

The old mad relaxed as he watched the two girls interact. 'She isn't so bad after all. She seems like she has seen her fair share of horrors though. That light from her hand though. Who is she really?' He thought.

"Ok Momo why don't we let your new friend get cleaned up and rest," he said ushering Momo out the room. "The bathroom is through that door. There are also some clothes in there you should be able to wear," He continued pointing across the room at a door then left with the child.

Miaka got up and went into the bathroom. After opting for a pair of black sweats and a light blue t-shirt she locked the door and spent the next 10 minutes figuring out how to use the shower. After getting cleaned up and dressed she was happy to see her hair back to normal. Her hair was soft pink and wavy, reaching just past her shoulders. Her skin now free of dirt was bruised but could still tell she was lightly tanned. She had also rewrapped the injuries.

Two months past. The old man allowed her to stay with them. He didn't have the heart to just send her back to the street. She spent a majority of her day training outside the city just far enough away from prying eyes. In that short time she had become close to Momo see a determined spirit in the child. She was taking nap under a tree when she was startled awake by an explosion in Pepper City. She stared on wide eyed as there were more blasts in the distance.

"Momo," She whispered with concern and took to the sky readying herself to fight what she assumed would be the dreaded androids.

Further away a blue haired woman wearing pink drove a hover car. The passenger a purple haired 13 year old boy wearing grey sweats and a blue and white shirt with capsule corp written across it. They sat quietly listening to the radio about what was happening in Pepper City.

"This is terrible," she said angrily turning off the radio. "I can't listen anymore. Darn those monsters. They are wrecking the entire planet. Everyone living in fear. Wondering when they're going to strike next. That's no way to live. There's got to be a way to stop them." She continued.

"Mom stop. I want you to go home without me," the boy said.

The woman stopped the hover car. "What on Earth for? What's wrong Trunks?" She asked. She notice he had his hand balled into fists in his lap. She continued now upset, "You can't. N-O. I am not going to lose my only son to those mechanical demons. No way. Trunks, don't you dare."

Trunks jump out the vehicle taking to the sky. "Trunks, no!" She yelled out to him. "Darn you." 'You better come back alive kid. That's all I can say,' she thought staring angrily after her son.