Chapter 3:
"Come on, Mika," Goku muttered as he crushed a senzu bean into powder. He had already fed his son a senzu bean, and now he was focused on his daughter.
Wow, he thought. So this is my daughter. She's strong.
Goku sprinkled the powder into Mika's mouth while rubbing her neck to help her swallow.
Sure enough, Mika's eyes fluttered open. "Daddy?" she whispered before her mind came on full blast. "What happened?"
"Sh," her father said to her. "I brought you a new gi. Put it on."
With increasing embarrassment Mika realized she was butt-naked. she snatched the gi away from her chuckling father, muttering "thank you," and putting it on.
She was surprised to find it fit her perfectly-at least it fit a lot better than her old gi. She jumped up. "I can fight again, Daddy," she proclaimed.
Goku chuckled. "I think I'll take it from here, Mika. OK? You and Gohan get home to your mother-she hasn't seen you in a year, you know."
"Right," she and Gohan both said. They jumped into the air and flew away.
"Hey, Gohan," Mika said.
"Hm?"
"I think Daddy's a really great guy."
Gohan grinned. "And you were nervous about meeting him."
"Ugh, Gohan, you always have to ruin the moment!" Mika cried, a part of her chuckling a little. Gohan stuck his tongue out at her and raced ahead.
"Last one home is a rotten piece of poo!" he yelled.
"Gohan, you get back here right now!" The Chi-Chi side of Mika was showing quite prominently right now.
"Make me!" he yelled back at her. Mika sped up, her aura flaring white. Gohan, in response did the same. "You'll never catch up."
Suddenly Mika stopped. "Gohan, Daddy's chi! It's going down! We have to go help him!"
"Right," Gohan said, and the two blasted off in the opposite direction-back to the battle field.
When they landed, Mika was horrified to see Yamcha, Tien, and Piccolo all lying in bloody, limp heaps.
"Piccolo!" she cried. "No!" She was also horrified to see that Vegeta held Goku by his neck, choking him.
"Papa!" she and Gohan cried. Mika shot up behind Vegeta and kicked as hard as she could. But it was of no use, for Vegeta saw this coming and went behind her and kicked, all while keeping Goku in his death grip.
Mika pulled herself off the ground, coughing up blood. her arms shook with the force of her weight on her body, and they gave out.
"I-I need to help Papa," Mika said it more to herself than anyone else.
"If you want to be killed you have to wait your turn," Vegeta said, still holding her now unconscious father. He kicked her limp body, and she gasped.
But all of a sudden he pitched over backwards and Gohan was standing in front of her body. "Stop it," he yelled, powering up.
Mika's lips were turning red from all the blood she was coughing out. She couldn't bring herself to stand, much less get up and fight.
"No..." Mika mumbled. "I'm not useless...I can fight."
"Stop, Mika," Gohan said right before Vegeta hit him with an upper cut right beneath his ribs and knocked him unconscious.
"NOOOOOO!" Mika screamed, flying at him, her aura blasting huge.
And then everything was black.
Mika awakened in a hospital. Red spots did a line dance before her eyes, and when they cleared, she could see her mother's pale, tear-strained face. "Mama," she mumbled, sounding like a real three-year-old for once.
"Mika!" Chi-Chi cried. "Oh, Mika!"
Mika could see Gohan and Krillin sitting up in their beds, and Goku lying down, heavily bandaged, but still alive.
"Hey, Mika," Gohan said. "Long time no see."
Mika smiled, and it was only then that she realized how much her head hurt. She groaned, and Chi-Chi began to pore over her. "Mika, oh, Mika, you are never fighting again," she cried.
Mika ignored this. "So is Vegeta dead?" she asked.
"No," said Krillin, his face going slightly sour for a moment. "Goku allowed him to escape in his ship. But you did give him a pretty good spanking." Mika blushed. "You should be proud."
"I can't believe this," Mika heard the gruff voice of Yajirobe growl. He was covered in bandages. "I don't even get hospitalized."
"Do you really want hospital food that badly?" Master Roshi asked, sending the over Z-fighters into peals of laughter.
"So, anyway," Krillin said, taking on a more serious tone. "We've decided to go the Namek, Piccolo's birthplace so we can get those dragon balls and wish our friends back to life. And Popo here has shown us a space ship that will take us there in a matter of weeks!"
Mika turned to the window to see an incredibly dark colored genie floating there. Mika didn't like his eyes. Too empty.
"Yeah, and I'm going," Gohan said, and his mother took on a sour expression, as if she had argued with him about this-and lost.
"I wanna go too," Mika said.
Chi-Chi turned on her, her inner rage blowing out. "NO! NO WAY! I WILL NOT ALLOW MY DAUGHTER TO GO INTO SPACE! IT'S BAD ENOUGH THAT MY SON HAS TO GO, BUT NOT MY DAUGHTER TOO!"
"But, Mama," Mika said meekly, "I have to repay Piccolo."
"PICCOLO, SCHMICCOLO!" Chi-Chi yelled. "You are not going to Namek! Who will take care of you?"
"MOM!" Mika hollered. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm any weaker than the other fighters! I can take care of myself! Everybody always thinks that since I'm young I can't do anything. That's not true. I'm a fighter, Mom, and I'm going to Namek."
Chi-Chi was speechless. Utterly silent. She had expected rebellion from Gohan, but her sweet daughter? Why was this happening to her? She turned on Krillin. "Krillin, if anything happens to my little girl I'm kicking your %$# all the way to Hell. Got it?"
"Y-yes, Ma'am," Krillin mumbled.
Mika winced. Poor Krillin.
