A/N: It's been a good long minute since I've published anything on here! Holy crap!
I have to dedicate the inspiration to do this to Ineta. I got a review from them back in October which made me reread through the story "Keep Me Quiet". It was a bit confusing and frustrating, I must admit. I went back through the story and edited it. Some things in here are based on fact from my life, while others are not. I hope you all enjoy this… while I go work on finishing up some of my other works lol

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There was a time when I was a child that I was innocent. That I knew nothing and I was just… just. Then it was all stolen away from me, in one swift blow. One word, one gun shot, and the feeling of power when I killed them. It had triggered my memories and feelings and then… then the rest is history.

It's amazing how calm I feel here now; how I've managed to... find tranquility. My own house, my own life… I fit in, and I can say that with confidence now. It had all started with one little boy, one little sentence, 'Will you come to my birthday party?'
The king of demons, asked to join a birthday party. He, a mere child, wasn't the least bit afraid of me.

How could I have turned him down? The sheer amount of happiness on his face when I showed up was foreign to me. No one ever was happy when I arrived, and here was this kid hugging my leg and then pulling me around the yard to show me all the new things he had gotten. I guess changing was inevitable after that. For the record, his mother was less than thrilled of my presence at that party… and every one after it.
Of course… I had killed her husband… once…, so I didn't really hold it against her for throwing pans at my head, however, it did get old.

The door opens and I look up from my place on the couch.

Training had been hard as usual, I'm worn out, and after taking a shower I crashed on the couch.

She looks at me with a knowing smile, or maybe it's a smirk. It's knowing whatever it is and it makes me feel slightly warmer.

Emotions are… jarring. I have had a hard time grasping onto the things known as "feelings", let alone expressing them myself. I was forced to start learning about them when Gohan was a child. It all went downhill from there when Earth was occupied by more Saiyajins. One Saiyajin in particular decided, unconsciously on her behalf, that it was her place to help me learn more about these... emotions.

Five years ago they, her and two others, crashed landed here. I can remember thinking, 'Damn it, not more Saiyajins! What is this? Their meeting place!'

The look on Vegeta's face was all I needed to understand what was happening. He gaped at the three crawling out of their separate pods, his jaw hung open, and his eyes bulging out of their sockets. His lips moved, his jaw moved, but no words came from his throat. Thinking back on it, it was quite amusing.

My thoughts trail back to the woman at the door, "It's raining outside." She says softly raking her fingers through her hair and reties it up into a ponytail. Dark brown hair and green eyes the color of my skin; she grins stretching her arms over her head reminding me of a cat. The odd little black creature that roams around her apartment, the place I have currently broken into.

"Glad you didn't break the door this time." She says sarcastically.

I smirk sitting up, swinging my legs over the side of the couch, "Found your key. You shouldn't hide it in a fake rock, someone could break in."

She rolls her eyes and flops down on the floor, its carpet the same color as her blue gi, "Yea, someone." She says with the same sarcastic bite as before.

I shrug.

The others have been talking, they think I can't hear them but as I've said before, 'My ears do more than just frame my face.' They say how I've changed, how I'm not that scary threat from before. How it's… better that I'm this way. I guess I've loosened up over the years, just like Vegeta, even if he doesn't want to admit it himself. The three Saiyajins he wished to ignore had influenced his life as much as it had influenced everyone else's.

Goku had come back long after the Saiyajins, and shortly after Marai Trunks took out Frieza and his father. He did the typical Son thing, smiled, waved, and said, 'Huh, so there are more of us. Go figure. It's nice to meet you all!' Then he laughed, Vegeta giving him the angriest look he could muster.

"You gotta stop losing your key."
I grin at the Saiyajin woman sitting before me; she crawls up on the couch next to me, her eyes staring at the floor intently. Arms circled around withdrawn knees, her chin resting on them. I've noticed, even after five years, she still has a hard time looking anyone in the eyes, even me. It's something the Saiyajins punished lower class Saiyajins for, direct eye contact. It silently drove me crazy for a while, and then she told me showing me the long lean scars etched across her back. The look she gave me shortly after told me never to bring the subject up again, and I never did, I never will.
"Keys are for the weak."
She laughs, "Yea, okay Vegeta." She gently punches my arm and moves in closer to me, "You look like you have something on your mind." She says tilting her head to the side, her eyes focused on my chest.

I shake my head, "Just thinking." She gives me that look again, the same one she had given to me when she walked in. I breathe in sharply through my nose, the sound startling in the sudden silence that had taken residence here with us.

"'bout what?" Always the nosey one, but I'll tell her anyways.

For some reason, I feel like talking tonight.