Chapter three
When no one seemed to answer me I repeated myself. "Who's Vegeta?" The kid, Gohan glanced over at his father before looking at me his eyes somewhat determined. "Vegeta is well, The Prince of the Saiyans." He replied. "He lives here at Capsule Corp with us." He said looking down at the ground. I tried to take in what he was saying. A prince? Why was he living here with all these people then? If he's royalty shouldn't he be off in a palace somewhere? And what on earth were Saiyans? "So, he's a prince?" I asked trying to find some suitable answers for my questions but couldn't come up with any. When no one answered I looked up to see they were nodding at me. I was really confused at this point. I wanted to ask all these questions that seemed to bubble around my throat but couldn't reach my lips to escape. I kept my mouth shut simply because I didn't want to annoy anyone by sounding like the girl who continually asked questions. When I finally found a decent way to express my confusion Goku burst out laughing. Caught off guard by his sudden outburst of laughter I felt a little embarrassed. Did I say something wrong? Funny? Or did someone else say something while I was trapped in my own cage of thoughts. "Oh, right!" he said a large goofy smile lighting on his face. "You don't know what Saiyans are, do you?" I shook my head the embarrassment gone. It was only that he had realized something and laughed because he most likely felt I was getting the short end of the stick. "Ah…well." He said putting a hand behind his head and scratching all the more likely feeling ten times more silly than I did. "We're basically a different race of people. I'm not going to go into details, but we all kind of died out. Gohan, Vegeta and myself are the only ones left." I sat a little bit straighter my feelings mixing between sympathy and curiosity. Not really knowing how to respond to this reply I decided it would be better to ask a little bit more about Vegeta seeing that he was not present. "So…where is he now?" I asked looking at Goku. "He's probably outside training." Krillin replied on the other side of Goku. "C'mon, we'll take you to meet him." With everyone standing up as if on cue Bulma took the lead. Walking to the door I was about to make a break for earlier and opening it to lead outside. As everyone files out the first thing I notice is that it was a bit dark out like the sun was almost finished setting. Confused, I looked around for any signs of life but was baffled to find none. Looking at the bare location I felt my curiosity rise again. "Um…Where is he?" I asked. "Hmph, Where's who?" replied a voice from behind me. I froze trying to place the voice to all the people I had previously met but could not find a correct match. Startled at this realization I drew in a sharp breath and whirled around. I then came to face a guy I had never seen before. He had spiky, black hair and a short muscular build with dark beady looking eyes. He was wearing what appeared to be blue spandex, white boots and gloves, as well as a piece of armor fastened around his torso that fitted to his physic. He had the look of clearly impatient, his arms crossed firmly about his chest and a frown etched across his angled face. Something…similar to a vibe told me not to mess with him, a stance that told me to watch out and or to avoid. Yet I don't think it helped when I didn't cease to stare unconsciously or at least I did till he raised his head then my gaze hit the ground. "Kakarrot! Who is she?" he asked his voice deep and gruff and unseemly loud. I was a bit confused with the name though. Who was Kakarrot? Looking around I found that he was addressing Goku. "Um," Goku said giving me a sheepish look. "This is Greydi." I waved shyly at the mysterious stranger not really knowing what else to do or say. "Um, uh hi?" I said feeling my cheeks burn a little bit at the way my voice cracked when I said hi. He didn't respond to my greeting though just turned and looked at Goku. "Well, what is she doing here?" he asked rather rudely. "We found her unconscious outside this morning, she can't remember where she comes from, and so she's going to be living here with us for a while." Goku replied cheerfully. The man doesn't smile just sews a string of silence into our quilt of introductions. "Oh, right!" Krillin said suddenly ripping the thread of silence out by the seams. "Greydi, meet Vegeta. He lives here with us." Not really knowing what to do with the new piece of information I wave slightly at him again. Vegeta seemingly annoyed with my display gives me a scowl and walks away from me and the group. Feeling rather awkward in this position I turn to Gohon. He rolls his eyes. "Vegeta's just like that. Don't worry, he's just being, well, himself. I take this into consideration knowing that he is always like that but I still can't seem to find my words. After all for a prince he seemed to be rather rude. When I don't respond to Gohan, Bulma reaches over and takes my hand in her's. "C'mon." she said. "Let's go meet Chichi and Piccolo." Taking my hand back I offer a smile and have her lead me along with the others back to the house. Inside they all crowded into a hallway till we reached a door at the end of it. Goku struggling through the small group made it to the door and knocked. "Piccolo?" He asked knocking again. "Are you there?" After a brief moment a deep voice replied on the other side of the door muffled a little bit. "Yeah, come in." Goku smiled at me before turning the knob and opening the door. Taking a moment after the others filed in I glanced about the room. In it only held a single twin bed, a few small bookshelves, a oak wood desk and a single figure in a cross legged position hovering over the bed. Looking over the figure I assume it to be a male with dark green skin and antennae's curling slightly at the forehead. His clothes consisted of a heavy-looking turban and a large thing similar to a cape draped around his shoulders. I stared. I couldn't help it. How would you feel if you saw someone that represented a real life alien? Krillin cleared his throat at me before addressing the green skinned man. "Um, Piccolo, this is Greydi. She'll be staying with us for a while." The man stopped hovering, carefully landing on his feet to walk across the room towards me. I felt my knee's grow weak with fear as he approached. Not really sure what to do much less to say I wave as I did with Vegeta. Piccolo holds a straight serious face but not angry as Vegeta had been. "Nice to meet you." He said gruffly. "Um, thanks." I said feeling a little bit more at ease. He nods as he walked back over to where he was and began to hover once more. Taking it as a signal to leave we departed his room. As the last person to leave the room I closed the door behind me taking a deep breath. "So!" I began "Who's Chichi?" I asked as we all began to exit the hallway. Goku brightened at the mention of the name. "Chichi's my wife!" He declared a large grin spread across his face. His facial expression at this point was so strangely proud that I couldn't keep laughter from bubbling out of my mouth. Goku looked at me confused, obviously startled by my sudden outburst quiet fell over us as I tried to control myself. Reining in my laughter I apologized immediately but I couldn't think of a way to explain my sudden bubble of giggles. Goku smiled a little then shrugged, as did everybody else not seeming to dabble on my interruption and moved on. As we were about to exit the hallway we stopped at a room just before the end. "So…where's Chichi?" I inquire figuring it was the door that was supposed to be Chichi's room. Gohan turned to me and yawned. "She's probably out doing something right now. You can meet her in the morning." I jolted at the thought of morning. Morning? Was it really that late? I walked past the door to a nearby window to see that it was pretty much pitch black outside. The tour had been so long I hadn't even realized how late it was getting but before I could say anything Bulma pushed me toward the door we had been standing in front of earlier. "Here's Vegeta's bedroom, Greydi. It's really late, so I expect you want to get some sleep. Just go ahead and make yourself at home." I nodded and pulled the door open to glance inside. It took me a minute to remember that I would be sharing a king-size bed with someone I hardly even knew. "We're sorry you have to share a bed." Bulma said "But if you want, I could pull out the couch and-" "It's ok!" I interrupted. "I'll be just fine here. Don't worry about me, ok? I'm just glad to have a roof over my head tonight!" I say smiling not wanting to complicate things or become a burden to people nice enough to let me stay with them. I then thanked them for everything they had done. "No problem!" Krillin said smiling. "There's an extra nightshirt in the closet for you, and we'll make breakfast for you in the morning." I smile feeling my throat tighten with happiness. "Thank you again." I whispered before gazing the room making sure Vegeta hadn't come in yet. Seeing that he wasn't present I headed to the closet to find a tight grey tank top that was supposed to be my nightshirt. I sighed as I let my filthy top hit the floor and slipped the tank top on. I felt a bit uncomfortable considering the shirt showed off my bust a lot more than I was used to. It was tight fitting and pushed my bust up further to show off the heavy cleavage. Looking in the closet for anything else I found a pair of baggy purple sweatpants and slipped them on. Feeling a little bit more at ease that they had left me at least some comfortable pants I slipped between the covers and snuggled into my side of the bed's pillow. Sighing relaxed I felt my eyes close just as I heard someone enter the room and slip in at the far side of the bed. Feeling somewhat safe that someone was in the bed with me even if I didn't know them finally put me at utter ease that cause me to fall into a very deep sleep.