Nashi No Kibo: The Story of Hotaru

Chapter 1

A girl sadly sat on a park bench in the rain. Her head was not clear nor were her thoughts. She lifted her head to take view of the rain from above. They splashed in her eyes, but she didn't care. Tears of grief were already flowing from the sides. She didn't know where she was of even know where to go… She only knew her name. It was Hotaru.

''Hello,'' a gentle voice greeted. Hotaru looked to her left to find a woman smiling down at her. ''Hello,'' she repeated. She gingerly looked up at the sky again. ''What's wrong?'' The woman asked. ''I…don't know. I don't who I am except my name.'' The woman found a glaive in the Hotaru's hand and backed down. ''Do you have amnesia? I could help you.'' The woman replied. "Oh and sorry for being rude. My name is Bulma.'' She bowed in respect. ''My name is…Hotaru'' Hotaru paused. ''Do you think you can help me?'' Bulma nodded. ''Yes, for I'm one of the smartest people in the whole entire world.'' ''It must be wonderful. To know things others don't,'' Bulma helped Hotaru up from the bench. ''I'll examine your brain and things like that,'' Bulma informed her, while they were walking to her car.

Hotaru's climbed in the front seat, while Bulma placed the glaive in the backseat. ''Let's keep this here shall we?'' Hotaru turned her head towards Bulma. ''You don't trust me do you…?'' Bulma shook her head in desperation. ''N-no! It's not that. I don't want you to get hurt, that's all.'' Hotaru turned forward again. ''I've been handling that glaive since I was 4 years old. 12 years since I had it.'' Bulma looked joyful. ''You're 16? My son is that age. He's very handsome you know.'' Hotaru looked more dazed then caring whether Bulma's son was handsome or not. Bulma poked her a little and there was no reaction. But, Hotaru snapped out of it when Bulma started the car. ''You where saying Bulma?'' Hotaru asked. Bulma sweatdropped. ''Um…I think that we should check for seizures too. Just in case.''

==Capsule Corp==

''Dammit! Where is that woman?!'' Vegeta scoffed, ''I'm hungry.'' Trunks glanced at his father in exasperation. He too was hungry, but wasn't whining about it. Little Bra dangled her feet over the couch edge. Her eyes were glum from not being able to play outside all week from the rain. Her face expressed sulking and scowling from not taking her nap this afternoon. The click of the knob could be heard. The door opened widely, and Bulma entered. ''Mommy! Bra cried, running up to her mother. Bulma kissed her then asked, ''Bra, can you get the robots out here? I need help with groceries.'' Bra squealed with excitement as she ran up to the button. She pushed it and little robots came out of a door.

Vegeta peeked over the side of the wall. ''It's about time,'' Vegeta said sarcastically. He crossed his arms. ''Oh Vegeta,'' Bulma said finally, ''I'd like for you to meet a new friend.'' She stepped aside so Vegeta could see the girl behind her. There stood Hotaru. Her hair soaked from the everlasting rain and her black dress sticking to her body like glue. Vegeta stared at her for a moment. ''You look like a drowned rat,'' Bulma was horrified. ''Vegeta! IS THAT HOW YOU GREET PEOPLE?!'' Vegeta grunted at this. Nevertheless, Hotaru wasn't offended by Vegeta's wisecrack. ''My name is Hotaru. Pleased to meet you.'' She bowed. Bulma smiled at Hotaru. 'Well at least she's learning,' Vegeta looked cock-eyed at Hotaru, then strode off to the kitchen. ''Bra, would you be a dear and show Hotaru where the bathroom is. I bet she'd like to take a warm shower after being in that rain all day.'' Bra tugged at Hotaru's hand. ''C'mon Hota-kun,''

''Mom?'' Trunks asked. ''Are you home?'' ''Yes, Trunks. I'd like you to meet someone.'' Trunks appeared after that. ''Who is it-'' He stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Hotaru. Trunks looked up and down the stared. ''Trunks, this is Hotaru.'' Hotaru smiled at him. Bulma could see that Trunks was a lost of words. ''C'mon Hota-kun.'' Bra insisted. ''Okay,'' Hotaru said, walking beside the little girl slowly. Trunks shook his head then looked at his mother. Bulma had teasing eyes. They were blunt yet full of silliness. Trunks slightly ran past Vegeta. ''Why do you take in people?'' He asked, ''She could have been a serial killer for all you know,'' Bulma glared at Vegeta. ''Well, how would like to know that you don't know the next thing from your past, or where you came from, or who you are? Besides I think she was going to kill herself anyway.'' Vegeta scarfed down the riceball that was in his hand. ''That's pitiful, really.''

''Here you go Hotaru,'' Bra cheerfully said, handing her a towel. Hotaru thanked her then shut the door quiety. She started the shower and went in.

Nashi No Kibo…