Chapter 4

"FINALLY, you're awake!" said a voice, but it wasn't the attractive voice I had heard in the dream. This one was very deep, harsh, and kind of hoarse. I looked and saw…let me describe you this: five guys that would change my life forever. The closest one was a man with black, tall spiky hair that went directly upward, a blue outfit that went over his entire body with white and yellow armor, white gloves, and white boots that had a stripe on top. The second guy looked shorter than me, was completely bald, and had an orange uniform that had a logo written in Japanese on his chest and a dark blue sash. The third guy—or should I say kid, had black, spiky hair that was in a pony tail, had a purple outfit with a red sash, and he looked about my age. The third guy was an extremely tall green man with pointy ears, had a white turban, a white cape (that looked totally awesome by the way), and an outfit under his cape that looked just like the kid's outfit. The fifth guy was a teenager, had light purple hair, blue eyes, a navy blue jacket with a black shirt on it, black boots, and…a sword? Well, the point is, they all looked SUPER awesome. (Although the green guy freaked me out.) Their muscles were huge, their irises were black (except for the purple-haired teen), and these were my first words to them:

"WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!" I screamed.

"Calm down. We're not here to hurt you. Just here to talk," said the purple haired guy.

"WHAT WOULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT WITH ME?!"

"Oh, would you just shut up and listen?!" said the man with the spiky hair.

So I shut up and listened to the freaky people. "We're not from this planet," said the (person?) that was green with pointy ears. "Well, actually, nobody but him, him, and him," he said, pointing to the bald man, the purple-haired teen, and the spiky-haired kid. So planet Earth is being invaded by aliens…finally, I thought to myself.

"And I'm sure you're aware that you are not from this planet either," said the spiky-haired man.

"WHAAAAAAAAT?!" I screamed.

"Is there anything this girl does that isn't screaming at us?" whispered the bald man to the kid.

"I can't be an alien! I don't have a spaceship!"

"Well, get used to it, because you are!" yelled Spiky-hair. I stared at them all in silence for a minute. Then, the kid spoke. He said, "I can't blame you for being surprised that you're an alien. I mean, my dad was pretty shocked when he found out he was an alien." He took a step closer to me and held out his hand. "I'm Gohan. What's your name?" I reluctantly took his hand. "I'm Hana. And again, who are you people?"

"I'm Krillin," said Baldy.

"I'm Trunks," said Purple-haired-teen

"My name is Piccolo," said Green guy

"And I'm Vegeta, prince of the Saiyan race!" said Spiky-hair.

"Um, Vegeta? I don't think she cares," whispered Krillin to Vegeta.

"Shut up!" snapped Vegeta, glaring at Krillin.

This was all too confusing; what the heck was a Saiyan? How on Earth can a guy's skin turn green? How could a person's hair be so tall and spiky? Since when does a prince dress so weirdly (if he really was a prince)? My thoughts were interrupted all of a sudden when a voice said "HEY, YOU CRAZY KIDS! GET OUT OF HERE OR I'M CALLING THE COPS!" Everybody turned around. Oh no, I thought. There was a tourist group and a guide. Wait…maybe they could help me to get away from these crazy freaks and take me home! I was about to open my mouth to speak when Vegeta glanced back at me, outstretched his arm and totally blasted the tourist group into oblivion.

"Father, you don't need to go blasting every tourist group we come across," said Trunks.

"Gee, I wonder what Goku would do if he were here?" said Krillin. What's a Goku? I thought.

"Speaking of Kakarot, where is he?" demanded Vegeta. Wait, Krillin called him Goku, but Vegeta called him Kakarot. What. Is. Going. On?

"He went looking for Hana, I guess we should raise our power levels now," replied Gohan. Then they all started doing something that I can't really describe, but I'll do the best I can: they put their fists by their waists and a weird energy thing rose up around them and they started screaming loudly. When they finished, I asked "Who's Goku? Who's Kakarot? What's a Saiyan?"

Everybody looked at me like I was a lunatic. "Um…you don't know all that stuff?" asked Piccolo. "I mean, I can understand that you don't know who Goku is, but you don't know what a Saiyan is?" I shook my head, and he did a face palm.

"A Saiyan is a race in space that got wiped out by Frieza a long time ago," said Trunks. "They look like humans, but are super strong, ruthless, and love to fight. And every time they almost get killed, their strength practically doubles. You're a Saiyan yourself, Hana."

I couldn't believe my ears. I was a Saiyan! So that explained why I was in a crater when I was a baby! Unless he was just pulling my leg… "Are you just trying to pull a prank on me?" I asked. They stared at me.

"Trunks never lies. You really are a Saiyan," whispered Krillin to me. "I mean, his father is a Saiyan."

"Okay, who is his father? And who's Gohan's father? Who is anyone's father?" I asked. Everybody stared at me blankly. Then, everybody answered my question.

"Um…I never knew my father," said Piccolo.

"I kinda forgot who my father was," said Krillin.

"My father was killed by Frieza!" said Vegeta.

"Vegeta is my father," said Trunks.

"Goku is my father," said Gohan.

"And my father was killed by Frieza also," said—wait…who said that? Then I realized with a start: that was the attractive voice that had haunted me in my dreams (okay, not really).

That was when I saw the nicest guy I'd ever seen. He had black spiky hair like Vegeta's, except that it was sticking out in all directions, muscles that looked super huge just like everybody else's, an orange uniform sort of like Krillin's, except it didn't have any logo. Plus, he had a dark blue shirt under the uniform. He also had awesome blue wrist bands, black boots that had a red and yellow stripe. His irises were black, like everybody else (except Trunks). He had a smile on that I can't really describe and I can't describe his facial features because they looked too cool to describe in words. His skin was kinda pale, though, but I didn't care…did I mention just how nice he looked…did I also mention just how big his muscles were?

"Kakarot, you're late!" said Vegeta without taking his eyes off of me.

"Goku, where were you this whole time?" asked Krillin. Apparently, the one named Goku, or Kakarot, or…whatever his name is, said, "Sorry, but I saw a hot dog stand and I couldn't help but to eat a few hot dogs…although I'm still hungry."

"Typical," I heard Piccolo mutter under his breath.

"So, um…what's his real name? Kakarot, or Goku, because I am extremely confused!" I asked.

"Kakarot is a Saiyan, but he has lived on Earth his whole life, so people gave him the name Goku. I call him Kakarot, because it's his real name; his Saiyan name," answered Vegeta. Okay, so the nice guy has two names…but I'm still wondering which I call him.

"You can just call me Goku. Vegeta's the only one who actually calls me that," says…um…Goku. [Gasp!] He spoke to me! His voice is sooooooooo cool! I thought to myself.

"You know, let's just stop worrying about Goku's name and explain to this girl what the heck is going on?!" Piccolo snapped. Then, everybody started explaining that they were the Z fighters and that my Saiyan name was Kale ("Isn't that a boy's name?" I asked. Gohan nodded) and there was this monster terrorizing the universe named Frieza. They explained that their strength alone could not stop him, that they needed my help to destroy him and save the universe. But first, I needed to go through some intense training before I actually fought against Frieza. That is why the awesome people struck a deal with Frieza that he would come back to Earth in two years because that's how long it would take to train me. Then, Vegeta said that I would become a Super Saiyan. "What's that?" I asked. Then, they explained that a Super Saiyan was a Saiyan with extreme strength. I agreed to train with them for two years.