Planet Earth.

The light from the golden sun stroked her pale skin; like hands of a mother comforting the navy haired child. She slumbered on the silky, emerald grass; where stretched for eternity itself. The water trickled down what had seemed like a small, glistening stream. The scent of the emerald grass calmed her sense of panic while she had fallen through that void not so long ago. This feeling felt so familiar to her... like home. The grass, the stream, even the blue skies overhead. It all felt so... homelike?

Swoosh!

Amaya opened her navy eyes; the light twinkled through the gaps of the trees, like stars on a clear night sky.

Where... am I? Amaya thought, staring up at the tree she laid against. Her rosy lips parted, breathing in the minty scent, watching the swaying branches. A cluster of tiny birds flew over head, tweeting in harmony as they flew in a V formation over the hilly landscape.

She pressed her shaky hands against the grass, lifting herself up against the sturdy body of the tree. A shot of pain ran across her body. From the ends of her fingers, to the tips of her toes, a fire burned. Her tiny body thumped against the tree.

Amaya gasped as her eyes widened in pain. All her bones in her left arm and lower back; crushed. The tail-crushing grip from Layla must have fractured Amaya's forearm. Also; the blackened bruises running across her lower back made it more impossible to move. A fight with her older sibling was sure to leave her body in agonising pain for days. Yet, this pain was bearable.

A bigger question struck Amaya. Who would have found her?

It was unusual for a child to be lying against a tree in the middle of nowhere. It was weird that there was a narrow, flowing stream, leading into the hilly lands. The hills stood tall against the blue, clear skies above, a source of nutrition. Someone has clearly been helping her... but who? She could survive off the land; the water from the stream and the fruit from the trees.

What am I doing here? Amaya thought as she brought out her good arm. She pulled the neckline of her worn dress. Seeing a white material wrapped around her left arm, it had concluded her thoughts. Who's helping me? Amaya continued to ponder as she loosened her grip on her dress. She rested her head against the earthy bark of the tree. Her clothes seemed that they were brand new. The torn blue cotton of her clothes, gone.

A soft crunching sound coming from her right, Amaya pale eyelids closed together. Right now, she had no option but to see what awaited her. She had to see what this person wanted from her and who she was dealing with. She wished that it was her older sister that was treading on the lime grass. Amaya didn't want to start all over again, she didn't want to fight her again, she didn't want her to be all alone again. The search for Layla seemed near enough impossible. But, Amaya had managed to find Layla again by the help of a familiar friend. Amaya wasn't going to let all that effort go to waste, she had to survive if she had any chance in finding her again.

"Hmm?"

A small boy, appearing to hold a crimson meat of an animal over his shoulder, hummed. He looked over to the slumbering girl. Lowering his hand, the sack of meat thumped against the swaying grass as the boy walked towards the girl.

"I thought I saw you move..." The kid mumbled, crouching on to his feet, resting his tiny hands against his thighs. His black eyes watched the sleeping child waiting for a response from her. "It's been two days since you were out. Boy, you were in pretty bad shape." He laughed before sitting down.

Two days! Amaya thought, snapping her eyes open to such news. Her heart raced, beating against her fractured rib cage. Her navy eyes stared right into the kid's dark eyes. Even though it had been a few seconds, Amaya could see his black eyes had something hidden deep within him. His onyx eyes hid something. Even if this stranger was a kid, there was something dangerous about him.

Her face burning with blood, Amaya trailed her navy eyes away from the child. The kid wore a bright orange top, with a navy under shirt and his trousers matched his outer top. His wild hair, which fell below his shoulders, were black as well, like his mysterious eyes.

The young boy tumbled to his knees, resting his fair hands against the lime grass.

"I didn't mean to wake you up!" The young kid exclaimed, his black eyes looking up at the girl. What had seemed like a sheathed sword came crashing against the lime grass. The gentle winds had now subsided into the wild wilderness. They both gazed at each other.

"N... no, it's alright." Amaya said, her face blushed pink as she looked back at the boy. This was a very awkward...

"Are you alright miss?" The black haired kid asked, crawling closer to her. He placed his fair hands against her head.

"I.. I'm f..fine?" Amaya's heart rattled against her chest. She didn't know how to respond, her mind froze over. She stared at the vast, emerald scene before her.

Pretty... Amaya thought, trying to distract herself from the current situation. The sun hovered in the cyan skies above; while the navy mountains stood together as a group of candles. The heat of the sun bath the chilly mountains with its warmth.

"You must be hungry." The black haired child said, rising up to his feet after a long moment of silence. Why is she so weird? The boy thought, lifting his hand away from Amaya's burning forehead. Were girl's always this weird?

"Huh?" Amaya said, watching the boy pat his worn trousers. He held his sheathed sword. He walked towards a pile of sticks.

It seems as though the boy had been living off the wild.

By placing his right hand in front of him, he shot a small, white beam of energy towards the pile of sticks from his palm. Smoke began to rise, followed by a faint scent of pinewood. Crackling to life, a tiny, orange flame began to dance and spread across the wood.

"Never mind," Amaya said, looking up at the young boy.

I must be close to home, Amaya thought, studying her surroundings, but... I don't see any villages... or any of my family members... could I be somewhere else in the forest? But, he can use ki with little to no effort... I mean it takes years and maybe chance to actually produce and master ki like that... Where in the world am I? Catching eye contact with the young boy again, her lips parted.

"What's your name child?" Amaya said, stroking the lime grass between her fingers as her back laid against the wooden body.

"Gohan." He replied, turning his head towards the girl. His black hair rocked in the breeze as his black eyes looked into hers.

Gohan? Amaya thought, looking up at the blue skies. A lonesome, fluffy cloud hovered over the land, creating a brief moment of shade over the lands.

"Sorry for not introducing myself earlier," Gohan said, crouching down next to the fire. He watched the meat rotating over the flickering flames. "What's your name?" He said, smiling at the girl.

Should I tell him my real name? Amaya thought, her eyes observed the flames, drifting into a deep thought. No... I can't, I should keep it quiet for now. Even though he may be a child, I don't know if I could tell him anything, let alone if it is him. Uh... now a name... Okome has a nice ring to it.

The girl's navy eyes trailed from the waving, orange flames, up to meet with his onyx eyes again.

"Okome." Amaya said, smiling at Gohan. With her good hand, she rubbed the back of her navy hair which got her fingers tangled. Embarrassing herself again, Amaya jerked her fingers free from her lengthy hair.

"Okome, that's a nice name."

Smelling the earthy fragrance from the meat, Amaya brought her left hand over her lips. The smell of meat had always sickened the girl. Being raised alongside with nature, Amaya always thought of animals being her friends. Eating a 'friend' was quite evil, especially if the animal had helped her on many occasions. Due to that, Amaya had sworn to never eat meat. Not now, not ever.

But, he had mentioned that she had been out cold for two days. Unfortunately for her, Amaya's stomach gave out a miserable cry. Going ever more so rosy, sweat trickled from the side of her brows. She brought her arms over her gut, trying to minimise the sound and discomfort from her empty void.

"You must be hungry and tired." Gohan laughed, looking at Amaya who had tightened her hands over her stomach. "You don't have a problem with eating protein, do you miss?" Gohan drew out his sheathed sword.

"Uhh, I'm not a fan of meat." Amaya said, waving her good hand towards Gohan. "But, I don't want to irritate you... I'll just find something around here, don't mind me." She chuckled dryly, turning her head away from the flickering fire.

"You want me to believe that you can go by yourself in that state?" Gohan asked, pointing at Amaya. The boy knew what type of injuries that Amaya had suffered while she was unconscious for the last two days. It was him, and a help of a 'friend', that managed to patch Amaya's clothes and bruised body together.

"Wait," Amaya said as she caught Gohan's onyx stare, "Did you put these bandages on me?" Her navy eyes trembled. She was hoping that the boy hadn't looked at her broken and bruised body. She had hoped that there was a female close by that had nursed her back to health, not a guy. It was too embarrassing for a male to look at her scarred body.

Amaya's fears was true.

"Yup." Gohan said, handling his metallic blade, slicing chunks of roasted meat. "I saw you passed out along a river. I couldn't ignore you, you were badly beaten and your clothes were damaged. So I had to ask someone to help you..." He wondered if he had made the right decision about the whole situation. "Even though it wasn't the best time to do it... He still decided to help." Gohan mumbled under his breath. He turned his head to look at the passing stream besides the tree that Amaya rested on. The stream led up into the hummocky lands and beyond the navy mountains; now hiding the sun's proud rays. Peachy clouds hovered overhead as the duo looked up at the blue skies.

"Thanks," Amaya said, her navy eyes trailed down to the shrinking, vermilion flame.

"You should thank him more." Gohan began, sitting next to Amaya. Pulling out, what had seemed like a bunch of leaves from the red sheath of his sword, he placed it in his right palm. The bunch of olive coloured leaves were wrapped around by a flexible stem of another plant. Gohan untied the stem of the package.

"Here, you'll probably need it." Gohan offered, what looked like crimson cherries, to Amaya. Usually Gohan would have saved these as a treat, but today had brought a change to his lifestyle.

"Are you sure?" Amaya said, wrapping her fingers around Gohan's gift.

"Yeah, go ahead. You'll need all the energy you can get." Gohan raised his sword.

"Thanks." Okome said, smiling as she held the leafy package in her hands.

"Chow time!" Both children yelled. Saying the same thing had caused the wind to stop to the weirdness of the situation. Looking at each other, sweat trickled down both their brows. Then, Amaya and Gohan both laughed towards the skies before munching on their meals.

As the skies darkened, a lone figure watched the duo from the skies above. His white cape blew in the wind as he gazed over the emerald lands below. He observed the kid of his enemy and the newcomer.

She better be ready. The lone stranger thought as he turned away from the duo. Looking at the horizon, which a golden light hovered over the navy mountains like a halo, it gave an illusion. The emerald lands and the peachy skies looked separated. The white-caped stranger flew towards the dangerous winds ahead, into the navy mountains.

On a distant planet.

Drip, drip... Layla was out for a long time. The glacial air chomped on her warmth, piercing her colourless skin. She laid unconscious against the crooked tree. Tiny drops of water fell besides her, falling from the black limbs of the tree.

Drip...

A freezing droplet hit the side of her cheek, stinging her bruised skin. Gritting her teeth, the maroon haired teen gripped the blue soil with her cracked hands. Feeling a sharp pain digging into her chest, deep into the tissues of her lungs, she jerked her head forward. She gripped her chest with her pale hands. Her violet eyes snapped open as she coughed. Her maroon hair dangled in front of her bruised face, covering her eyes. Sticky, crimson saliva trailed down the edge of her lips indeed, it agitated her. Her own blood loss... who would have thought that her younger sister would be the one to draw her blood by moral reasoning? Layla brought up her cracked hands, wiping away the blood from her dry lips.

Where... am I? Layla thought, resting against the rough trunk of tree. Looking up at the bony fingers that stretched out across the starlit skies. The fingers reached towards the light, seeming millions of light years away, sparkling in the navy skies above. It looked like as though the tree had tried to convey some sort of subliminal message... was it hope? Never mind, that wasn't important right now.

All that she could remember was the glacial liquid that slammed against her scarred body. She plunged into this alien world. Submerged in water, assuming that there was a lake, why hadn't she drowned? Perched alone, and stranded next to a tree. Her violet eyes widened in fear, her black pupils thinned to what seemed as slits. She whipped her head to scan her gloomy surroundings. The icy droplets of water pattered against her skin.

Why does everything seem... so dead? Layla thought, flickering her eyes across the dark landscape. From where she was; the skeletal tree was alone, perched on top of a hill which had over looked the inky lake. Silver rays of lights shone over the arcane lands, over the rugged mountains. Not a single sound, not a single creature, not a single scent- nothing.

Was it possible that the portal had transported her to Hell? No, there's no way that someone from the living realm could teleport to Hell, it wasn't possible. Even if she did end up in Hell, it was too peaceful to be Hell. Hell was a torturous place- from what she has heard any way. But, Layla could feel something watching her. Not even the chilly atmosphere could hide this menacing feeling. Her eyes trembled as she spotted something on the far end of the lake. Someone had been watching her.

Alone.

His mind drifted into the sombre depths of the lake, at his own, sullen reflection. The inky lakes surface creased, rippling as his onyx eyes scowled into the unknown depths.

Feeling his rage shooting past her, Layla's eyes trembled. Her skin plunge into sub-zero temperatures. A drop of icy water patted the side of her brow, slithering down before letting go of the warmth from her chin.

Fear. This feeling that hadn't existed until now had overcome her sense. What did this stranger wanted from her?

He rose up, his black eyes looking straight at her, snarling like that of a predator.

I have to get away. Layla thought as she leaped up to her bare feet. I don't have much strength to fight back.

This sudden action had agitated the male further.

His golden boots crushed the sandy soil. Layla widened her violet, demon-like eyes, observing his next action. The towering male leaped towards the dark skies above, travelling at light speed- or faster.

Damn! Layla thought, squinting her eyes. She searched for the dangerous male, whipping her head to her left. How can someone of that size be able to vanish instantly? Her maroon hair lashed at the cold winds in her dark surroundings.

Hearing a low snarl coming from above her, Layla snapped her head up towards the pitch-black skies. Her violet eyes widened. A massive boot crashed straight down towards her. She threw up her bare, scarred arms, forming an X.

The male brought one foot down at a time, slamming his heels into the bones of her arms.

The shock-wave from that kick buried her feet into the blue dirt. Clenching her fangs together, Layla forced her shaky arms up. She shoved the towering male away from her.

She was a stubborn creature... to stay alive that is. The male leaped away from the girl.

Lowering her arms down, Layla glanced at the male's sudden change in direction.

Planting his golden boots against the navy earth. He lunged towards the small girl with his fists.

Oh damn! Layla thought, trying to dodge his next, damaging blow. She fell backwards, avoiding the second blow from his fist. The shock-wave, even before flying past her, caused her hair to flicker. That strike could have knocked her head clean off.

This particular opponent is a dangerous one.

Layla swerved her head up, ducking as she looked up into the starlight night skies. She took into account the glowering features of her enemy. She wasn't going to let him get away with this.

His onyx eyes glared into her violet eyes as his fist just missed her head by inches.

He wasn't going to let her get away. His black, raven hair lashed at the winds, watching the girl fall backwards. He propelled forwards.

Using her hands to support her fall, Layla balanced her weight on her hands before lifting her right foot up.

That particular blow agitated the towering male.

As Layla rested her palms on the dusty earth, her bloodless feet had struck him in his abdomen. The loose, metallic piece that hung around the male's neck swayed in the chilly winds. He froze above the girl, growling at her, inches away from her face.

"I don't want to fight you." Layla said, feeling the menacing glare from the male's onyx eyes. Her eyes were now circular, watching the males eyes piercing into her own.

His uncontrollable fit of fury had cause the male to lose all reasoning. Words had failed to form from his lips as he growled at the female. Layla didn't understand what had caused the towering stranger to become so furious. What had caused this male to become so enraged at her?

At once the male brought out his right hand, his large palm faced the girl.

Layla snapped her eyes towards his hand.

A crackle of electricity. His hand, zapped at the chilly air as the static became louder. A green hue of energy erupted from his palm, levitating in silence in a form of an orb.

The raven haired male struck the female with his other hand, gripping her neck.

Not able to counter, his grip crushed her throat. She choked already on her previous, dried, crimson saliva.

Pulling her only by her neck, the male jerked her head forwards, while his body retreated away from her. All that Layla could feel was her spine breaking apart as her head. Without a warning, the male slammed the green ball of energy into her face. The flesh from her face ripped apart.

No! Layla thought as she felt the full impact if the blow. She squeezed her eyelids as the energy burned her pale face, drilling deeper into her flesh. The male shoved his palm over her head, later leading to Layla's suffocation. She brought her hands up, trying to loosen the brutal fighters grip. But, it was futile. There was nothing that she could do against an attack like that. His reflexes and strength caught the best of her.

Thud...

The teen collapsed onto the dirt. The male landed on the blue earth with both of his boots planted on the ground. His empty, black eyes gazed at the female as he trudged on the blue soil.

Just before he could reach out to the unconscious teen, he fell to his knees, clasping the sides of his head. His hand ran down the side of his golden crown as sweat trickled down the side of his brows. A familiar suffering returned to him. Giving out a yell of anguish, he rammed his bare knuckles into the sandy soil. It felt as though his mind had been set on flames. His small, onyx pupils trembled into the plumes of dust as his sweat dripped down his chin.

Son...

Hearing this voice had caused his blood to boil.

Bring the girl to me, unless you know what's good for you.

From his savage growling he fell silent. He rose up to his feet, crunching on the navy earth as he loomed over the small teen. He saw her bloodied face.

Crimson, torn skin hung from the fullest part of her cheeks. Her flesh discoloured to an earthy, cracked mess. Crimson liquid oozed from those exposed muscles. But despite of this, the girl breathed, inhaling and exhaling with ease. Not a single hiss escaped her lips as her colourless eyelids remained relaxed. This face, this face of peace... why had it always irritated him? Why wasn't she squirming like the helpless insect that she was?

His body felt numb as his body moved itself, like a puppet. The male's thoughts became hazy, becoming ever more distorted for every passing second.

Father... The male thought, crouching down to his knees, placing his arms under the teen's back. Mark my words, I'll be the one to paint those city walls with your blood! Huh? His dark gaze shifted to her arms. She's clearly not a Saiyan... what other races are there that to the Saiyans? The male scowled at the unconscious teen. A dark, armoured limb dangling from her cloak. The male looked at the female again, taking in the new detail. Hnnn... from the Cold empire I see... no wonder father wants to see you.

Looking up into the starlit skies, a luminous, green aura enshrouded him. He flew into the navy skies above, leaving a trail of light in his wake.

To all the previous guys and gals that read this before, I'm gonna revamp some of the characters just so that their not just one dimensional and make them a little more interesting... I already have plans for future characters.

Good luck to all my fellow readers for your college life/ university life/ working life and... life in general? It's gonna be a while before I get down to writing again, so live your life until the new chapters come up. See ya all next time!

-ClumsyPigeon signing out.