Chapter 1
She came down for breakfast a few days later, eying the new face at the table. It was the man from the pod, the one she saw working out a few nights ago. She grunted softly to herself, making a plate and sitting in the same spot she claimed her first day here. And it happened to be right across from the now scowling man. She raised her brow at the look, before dismissing him and attacking her food. She was famished, having missed dinner last night because of some perverted old man trying to put his hands on her. The damn old coot was lucky she didn't kill him! Bulma and Goku had quickly dispelled the coming storm, but she had already lost her appetite and had went to bed without a bite to eat. She sighed as she finished, taking a drink before getting up and refilling her plate. She really didn't care if no one had ate yet, she wasn't waiting! She wasn't a child, after all! Another sigh left her at the sound of Bulma's voice coming from the living room, slightly muttering to herself as the woman came through the door.
"Here we go," she whispered darkly, taking another quick bite before her cousin could start her tirade.
"Hey! Vegeta! Sumi! Why didn't you wait for everyone else!?" Bulma asked loudly, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at them.
Sumi forked more food in her mouth before answering. "I'm not a damn kid! It's not my fault you all are slow. And if you talk to me like that again, your going to regret it!" she stated, not looking up. She picked up her cup, taking a sip and ignoring the fuming woman beside her. The man in front of her snickered slightly, not glancing up from his plate.
"Sumi! I just want all of us to eat together as a family!" Bulma said, waving her hand around.
She shrugged. "I'm technically not family," she stated, standing and putting her dishes in the sink.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Chichi asked, having walked in on the last part of the conversation.
Sumi frowned, looking from the loud woman to her cousin. She let out a sigh of frustration, furrowing her brows.
"You didn't tell them?" she asked softly, walking to the island in the middle of the kitchen and leaning against the counter.
"No! It's not my business to tell! And you are family! In every sense that counts!" Bulma stated loudly, pouting a little.
Sumi rolled her eyes, twirling a salt shaker sitting on the counter in front of her. She waited until everybody had entered the kitchen before quirking a brow at the blue haired woman. Bulma cleared her throat, crossing her arms as all the people got quiet. Sumi watched her in amusement as Bulma stared at the floor for a moment before fidgeting and looking up. She cleared her throat again.
"You guys have been asking me why we," she pointed to herself then Sumi, "look so different. Well..." she trailed off, looking behind her at the woman leaning against the counter. Sumi shrugged, not caring if she told or not.
"Well," Bulma said again, "Sumi was adopted by my aunt and uncle when she was a baby. That's why we are so different. We're not blood related, even though she is my family in all that matters!"
All heads turned to the olive skinned woman standing behind Bulma, twirling a salt shaker. She met their gazes head on, not flinching. She didn't care what they thought of her. She slowly straightened, crossing her arms.
"Any questions!?" Bulma asked, her voice clearly displaying her hope that they didn't. She grimaced when Goku raised his hand.
"Yeah," he said slowly, rubbing the back of his head. He studied Sumi for a moment before finishing. "What species are you?"
"Goku!" Chichi shouted, smacking him upside the head.
"Ow! It's a legitimate question Chichi!" he stated, stepping away from his wife as he rubbed his head. "After all," he said softly, "Sumi has purple eyes!"
Everyone looked at the woman in question. Sumi smirked in amusement, before shrugging. "I don't know," she stated softly, holding Goku's gaze.
A chair scraped the floor, and all heads turned towards the sound. Vegeta was standing, eying Bulma's cousin. He had a frown on his face, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Purple?" he asked softly, never taking his eyes off the woman as he slowly walked forward. No one said anything as he studied the woman, his brows furrowed in thought. He grunted after a moment, turning and walking towards the sliding glass door.
"You're a saiyan," he stated, not stopping as he stepped outside, not caring about the bomb he just dropped on everybody.
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They all stood in silence for a moment, before rushing out the back door. Bulma got to the prince first, yanking on his shirt. He stopped, slowly turning around with a pissed look on his face.
"What!?" he snapped, glaring at the poor woman before eying the group behind her. He silently sighed, noticing Bulma's cousin had stopped at the door, her arms folded, amusement on her face.
He narrowed his eyes at the woman, before glancing down at the one currently in his face. He took a step back, growling in frustration. "What do you want!?" he barked, clenching his hands into fists.
"How do you know my cousin is a saiyan?" Bulma asked, putting her hands on her hips. She ignored the slightly curled lip of the man in front of her, not planning on moving until she got some answers. The prince let out a sound of disgust, looking away before turning back, clenching his jaw.
"She has purple eyes, very rare. Purple was the color of the royal elite soldiers on my planet," he stated. "She would have been a warrior, or the next queen. Depending on several remaining factors. And I could also tell by her ki signature, once I took the time to analyze it. Which Kakkarot," he said loudly, looking at the taller saiyan, "I'm slightly surprised you didn't recognize it," he taunted, a small chuckle escaping him.
Goku laughed a little, rubbing the back of his head. "Well Vegeta, it's not like I've been around a lot of saiyans. Just you really. And she doesn't have a tail, so...I would have probably never suspected," he confessed, folding his arms.
They all turned to the woman in question, studying her amused expression before Bulma strode forward, slightly hesitant.
"So Sumi...uh...your a saiyan!" she stated loudly, her tone high pitched. She watched her cousin shrug it off, before heading back inside.
"Like that's a big deal," the woman said softly, before disappearing inside the house.
"It's a huge deal! Sumi! Wait!" Bulma yelled, following her into the house.
The rest of the group looked to Vegeta, but he had already disappeared into the pod, the door firmly closed behind him. Apparently it wasn't a big deal to him either. They all went back into the kitchen, grabbing breakfast before dispersing, doing their own thing for the day. All thoughts though, were on the woman currently residing upstairs.
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A few weeks after Bulma's little kitchen confession, they were all sitting around the living room, watching movies when Piccolo strolled in. Bulma put the movie on pause, the fighters standing at the look on the namekian's face. Sumi just raised a brow at their odd behavior. It was silent for a moment before Piccolo let out a breath, eying the men in front of him.
"Dende's been getting some stress signals from Namek," he explained, crossing his arms. "Apparently my people have been going missing, and they can't find them anywhere. They're asking for our help Goku," he said softly, his gaze settling on the tall saiyan.
Goku nodded, a frown on his face. "Of course Piccolo," he stated, turning to Bulma. "Do you think we could have a ship up and running soon?" he asked, studying his long time friend. The blue haired woman nodded, her own arms folding as she looked from the namekian to the others.
"When do you want to leave?" she asked softly, letting out a sigh.
"As soon as possible," Piccolo stated gruffly, lowering his head slightly.
Bulma nodded again. They all started discussing who would go and who would stay. Tien decided to stay, along with Krillin. Gohan stated he was going, despite his mothers' protests. Goku had to calm the overexerted woman before she finally agreed for her baby to go. Yamcha volunteered to go, to be with Bulma in case anything happened. "What about you Vegeta?" Goku asked, looking towards the kitchen. They all turned, studying the prince leaning against the door frame. He grunted while eying them, his arms crossed.
"It will get me off this mudball for awhile," Vegeta muttered, looking away from them.
"Thanks Vegeta," Goku stated, a small smile on his face.
Vegeta jerked his head back towards them. "Don't think that I'm going to help those pathetic namekians!" he stated, his face scrunched in anger. "I'm going for the lack of nothing else happening on this godforsaken planet!"
All heads turned at the sound of a scoff.
Sumi eyed Vegeta, a frown identical to his marring her face. "God! What a downer!"
They all looked at Vegeta, awaiting his response. He glared at the woman, his body tensing.
"Shut up you pathetic excuse for a saiyan! What would you know about anything happening around here!?"
She arched a brow. "Oh I don't know! How about Bulma and Yamcha getting engaged. Or Gohan achieving the same level of power as his father, or Tien and Chaotzu moving in when their house got flooded, or my aunt and uncle actually making a better training pod! Which I have capsuled in my pocket by the way! Or-"
"Tch," Vegeta spat, cutting her off. "Petty crap! And hand that capsule over. Now!"
"No," Sumi stated softly, before turning away from him and standing. She crossed her arms, strolling up to Bulma and stopping beside her. She looked to Piccolo.
"Do you care if I come?" she asked, studying the namekian before looking at Goku.
He looked to Bulma, arching a brow. "Do we have the room?"
Bulma tapped a finger on her chin for a moment before she started counting off on her fingers. "Okay lets see! There's me, Yamcha, Piccolo, Goku, Gohan, and Vegeta. Yeah, there's room for one more"
Sumi smiled a little, grunting. She started for the stairs, pausing at the bottom.
"Hey Bulma," she said softly. She waited until the blue haired woman looked at her before continuing. "I've never been to space. What do I pack?"
"..."
Bulma finally cleared her throat, staring at her cousin. "Uh...the usual. The same stuff you packed when you came to live with me."
Sumi grunted, biting her lip a little. "Hey Goku," she suddenly said, meeting the man's eyes. "Can I have a training outfit like yours?"
Goku smiled. "Sure! Though I don't know where you're going to find one!" he stated, rubbing the back of his head.
"I could make you one Sumi," Bulma stated, smiling at the woman.
Sumi nodded, heading up the stairs once more. "I like blue," she stated, not looking back.
Within two days, they were all ready to go. Sumi stared at the massive ship for a moment, standing at the bottom of the platform. She swallowed slightly, still a little apprehensive about going into space. She wasn't a damn astronaut! She let out a long sigh, slinging her bag over her shoulder. Someone bumped into her, knocking her bag to the ground. She glared at Vegeta, narrowing her eyes when he smirked before bending to pick it up. She patted the pocket she had the capsuled training pod in, sighing with relief when she felt it, safe and sound. The prince wasn't going to get that close to get it anyways! She grunted a little, shooting the man another look before setting her bag in the storage compartment. She stepped further into the ship, her heart pounding slightly. She kept her fear off her face though, not wanting Bulma to kick her out. This was a once in a lifetime chance, at least for her. She let out another sigh, eying the seats for a moment, wandering where she was gonna sit.
"Nervous?"
She turned, sending Goku a little smile. She put a finger to her lips. "Shhh! Don't tell no one!" she said softly, looking around. Goku laughed, patting her back. He had a small bag hanging from his hand, which he sat beside the chair behind the driver's seat. Everyone else started filing in, each taking a previously chosen seat, which is what it looked like with the way everyone was sitting their stuff in the chairs. Bulma finally hopped on, the large cargo door closing behind her. She beamed at Sumi.
"Ready!?" she asked excitedly, practically jumping up and down.
"uh," Sumi didn't really respond. Didn't have time to, since Bulma stated they all needed to take seats, that they were leaving. Already!?
She watched everyone sit in their chosen chairs, before slowly walking to the only unoccupied one. The passenger seat. She eyed the massive window in front of her as she buckled herself in, waiting for whoever was flying to show. The sound of someone sitting with a sigh beside her had her turning.
"Oh God!" Sumi said loudly, staring at the woman beside her.
"What!?" Bulma asked, not looking over.
"You're flying us!?" she practically squeaked, her hands going to her seat belt. She started shaking her head as her cousin spoke.
"Yep!" Bulma stated, flashing her a grin before flipping some switches.
"No! I said I wanted to go to space!" Sumi stated loudly, jerking on her seat belt. "Not die!"
There were several chuckles behind her as the whirring of the engines drowned everything out. Her eyes widened, and she jerked on her restraints again. Dammit! The things were super glued shut! A breath left her as they started lifting, her eyes bugging as they suddenly shot forward, a scream escaping as the blue of the sky gave way to clouds. Within seconds, the dark expanse of space filled the window, millions of stars shining in front of them. Sumi gulped.
"Oh Shit!"