Chapter 7

Hey everyone, sorry for the delay. But here it is, your next chapter. As a side note, I know I spelled Camille as Kimeal, but I wanted a more unique name.

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DISCLAIMER-I do not own nor do I claim to own Dragonball/ Z/ GT. I only own Kimeal and Kiti.

Doubts… They had first crept their way into her mind when she first encountered Goten. The second time being when she ran into him in the alley. Doubts where a hazard to her mind. They made plans undoable, and they made everything she had ever learn unravel in her mind. At first she rationalized this as his human side, but now she didn't know. Was everything she taught a lie? No… it wasn't.

((KIMEAL POV))

I walked into the school parking lot, like I had done every morning for school. Today is the second Monday since I entered school and meant Goten the saiyan, over a week ago.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" I could hear Trunks holler from the parking lot. I turned on my heal and decided to make her way towards him to see what he had found as such a distress. As I neared I could already smell the repulsive thing mixed with a burning stench. I walked across the pavement, the early Monday morning air being ruined by the smell coming from Trunks' car.

Trunks had, as I found to be, a very nice and rare vehicle compared to other humans on that planet. Though I found it to be a bit outdated compared to vehicles where I came from, because of the wheels and all. It was a cherry red convertible, as I had learned they were called from some magazines I had read earlier. The interior was a creamy beige color and leather. The windshield shined and you could see your reflection out of the red paint job. It was supposed to be a classic car, and he seemed to like it very much.

I forced her way through the crowd that had formed a thick ring around the parked car. I now stood on one side of the car, Trunks who looked like he was having a mental breakdown on the other. He had his wide blue eyes unmoving from the object in his backseat. It was a large paper bag filled and lit on fire, the flames leaving their mark on the car and the stench doing the same. Trunks was gripping his hair on the verge of ripping out the lavender locks.

"I believe that is a bag of dog poop lit on fire," I said, crinkling my nose and raising a finger to point at it.

((TRUNKS POV))

"I know that it's a flaming bag of dog shit, but why the hell is it in my back seat? Who put it there?" I yelled.

I had gone inside and was at my locker when Sharpner Jr. said he saw a present in my backseat. I had rushed out to find this flaming monstrosity awaiting my arrival in my back seat. Who put it there, I have no idea.

((KIMEAL POV))

I sighed and took pity on the lavender haired boy that, if I didn't do anything, wouldn't have much lavender hair left. I pinched my nose shut and reached out, grabbing the bag. I heard numerous gasps and shouts at me to put it down before a burned myself, but I ignored those. I held it at arm's length, as far from me as possible. The hot flames licked at my pale fingers, but I felt nothing. The heat was almost comforting to my cold skin. The acrid stench breached the pitiful defenses of my fingers pinching my nose shut.

I made my way over to the dumpster and tossed it over the large green metal boxes. It landed behind with a splat and a feminine scream. A greasy haired teenager holding a lit cigarette ran out. I recognized him as one of the kids cutting class on my first day to go behind the dumpster. The guy then took off running after his classmates began laughing at him because of his rather girly screams.

I saw Trunks walking up to me, seeming to have forgotten about his car. He came up with a somewhat worried expression as he grabbed my arm and began dragging me into the building.

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously, not quite sure why he was holding my arm and dragging me off.

He cast me a look over his shoulder, several student moved out of his way to make up for the fact he wasn't looking where he was going. "To the nurse's office. You shouldn't have grabbed that bag, though I'm grateful that you got rid of it for me. We need to get those burns on your hand looked at."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "I do not see any burn wounds."

He stopped in his tracks, nearly making me bump into him. We were now in an awkward position with him standing in front of me, my arm held in front of him by the wrist. He pulled my hand up to his face, also tugging me forward and making me lose my balance, but he had a good grip on my wrist. His eyes examined my palm, scanning the surface for any marks left by the burning bag of animal excrements. He dropped my wrist, albeit making me finish my fall to the ground when he had let go.

Ow, I thought. He looked down, realizing he had dropped me. He held out a hand and helped me up. "Those floors are filthy."

"Sorry about that," he apologized.

"No… you meant well, but I am clueless as to why you were obsessing over my hand when obviously nothing is wrong with it." I frowned at him. Was he going to always be this paranoid? He was reminding me of… never mind.

He chuckled. "I'm sorry. I'm not usually this paranoid, but I thought the fire might have burnt your hand. Didn't want you to get hurt, that's all." He looked at his watch. "Come on, we're going to be late for class." I nodded and ran off to make it to my locker on time.

I sat in Math looking rather bored as I had my head propped up on my desk. I scribbled down answers without really thinking much. It was a meaningless piece of paper meant to help us on our math, though it was truly just a waste of time. The teacher was taking a nap with a magazine covering his aged face. Could this class get any more meaningless?

((GOTEN POV))

I put my pencil down over my paper, finally giving up on trying to answer the questions. He wasn't going to take it up for a grade and I honestly had no idea what I was doing. The paper was covered with eraser marks and scribbles. I turned my head to Trunks and Kimeal who had both finished. Trunks was leaning back in his chair with his feet up on his desk texting Bulma about getting the backseat of his car replaced, and Kimeal had her head propped up on an elbow looking bored.

"Hey Trunks," I called. "I heard about the, uh, present someone left in your backseat."

Trunks groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Yeah, I just texted my mom. She's going to get the entire back seat replaced. Do you know who did it?"

"No idea."

((KIMEAL POV))

The third time was now, watching him laugh carelessly. He was just so friendly… No! I mentally shook my head. I can't do this! If saiyans aren't like I was told, like I learned, then everything I learned was a lie. Are my family who they say they are and am I as great a gift to the people I'm born and raised to as I was told? Was anything I even told true? I can't decide on this now. Too much is happening right now for me to think about this. I have to worry about my home, my safety here, my diminishing funds, training which I have yet to do much of, and the last thing I need to add to that list is whether or not everything I know is true.

I could feel Goten turn to look at me. I fed my fingers through my hair, the palm covering my face. I gave him a sideways glance from in between my fingers. From that brief look I could see him staring at me, his eyes showing that he was wondering why I wasn't talking to him like I had every day in school before I averted my gaze. I felt like he was about to speak, but the bell rang right on time for me to leave.

I made my way to class, pushing past the other commuters like usual, keeping my gaze at the ground, and not caring to look anyone in the eye or really speak at all. I was making it blatantly obvious that I had something bugging me. I marched into French and took a seat in the back of the class so that I could be hidden by the taller students when they went to sit in front of me. I didn't feel like speaking or demonstrating my more advanced knowledge with languages.

Sadly, Trunks took the seat next to me, ignoring the sense that I didn't want him to, because he would ask questions about my attitude, which practically radiated from me. He sat back in the seat, placing his books on the desk. He played it out cool. He didn't say anything, didn't look at me or anything. When class started and Mrs. Rubber, a bubbly blond who liked to wear green skirts with matching suit jackets to work, gave us our assignment he worked on it. He then turned to me when I was finished, probably making sure I had nothing else to focus on except what he had to say so I couldn't fake being busy with work, and began.

"You look like something's wrong. What's on your mind?" He asked me with his voice portraying concern.

"Nothing," I hissed, not wanting the teacher to catch us, but she did. Lucky for us, she was a cooler teacher who'd let you talk in class as long as you were quiet, and said it in French.

"Mr. Briefs, if you and your friend have anything to say then," she slapped a sign on a bulletin board next to the desk she was sitting at with her ruler. It read-

IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY-

Come up front

Say it in French

Or don't say anything at all

Trunks sighed, rolling his eyes in an attempt to make me laugh like he did when he got scolded by our Math teacher for balancing a pencil on his nose and rolled his eyes in response. I wasn't in the mood, nor was I even looking at him.

"Qu'attendez-vous écoute?" What's bugging you? he asked me in the foreign language.

I sighed and responded, "Rien." Nothing.

"Je te connais mieux que cela. Quelque chose sur votre esprit." I know you better than that. Something's on your mind.

I glared at him out of the corner of my eye. "Je suis ... Je suis en train de penser.." I am… I am just thinking. "J'ai répondu à vos questions, maintenant je peux te poser la mienne?" I answered your questions, now can I ask you mine?

"Tuer." Shoot.

"Pourquoi êtes-vous si préoccupé par moi?" Why are you so concerned about me? He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The bell then rung and everyone made to leave for their next class. Saved by the bell.

I got up and left for gym. I can't think with people hounding me. I pushed my way through the halls towards the girl's locker room. The halls were crowded with the rush to socialize before going to your next class. I always had to be careful in moments like this because I might force m way too hard and hurt someone. It was a lot harder when I had to control my temper at the same time. I could hear the rumors.

Some people had the audacity to accuse me of being a bloodsucking wretch. Me! How dare they? I am in no way a vampire. I'm not even sure how they picture a vampire on earth, but if it is anything like ones of lore where I am from, then it is in no way a pleasant thing.

I found my way into the locker room and changed into my gym shirt and shorts. I always faced the wall as I changed, not wanting to see anyone naked. I never could wrap my head around why these earthlings were okay with being naked in front of others. I have been seen naked before, but I didn't quite appeal to seeing others that way.

When I was finished, I walked out into the gymnasium where everyone was already breaking into groups. They were starting the fighting curriculum and were supposed to have a guest speaker come in later on in a few weeks. The girls, for the most part, would walk around the gym's edges or sit in the bleachers. They would watch the boys with a strange fascination I didn't quite understand and continue with their gossiping. I knew partially what the term meant, when Goten told me, so I knew that it was false tales, for the most part. That didn't help to cease my curiosity in it.

I sometimes listened to what others said about others when they gossiped. How some girl was supposedly pregnant. I heard one about Goten having a girlfriend, but I hear those all the time about Trunks and I have yet to hear about it from him. He usually would tell me about different girls he thought were nice, sometimes try and introduce us so that I could have some female company, though the girls didn't seem as appreciative of it. I think they thought I was the equivalent of a past mate. I don't know why though, I never showed him affection or anything of that sort. I hung out with him in a similar way as I hung out with Goten and would any male or female friends I manage to make on my stay here. Maybe I wasn't supposed to act that way with friends of their caliber in earthen traditions.

From what I take, human females weren't expected to be strong at all. Goten said it was fine if I decided to show signs of greater strength, just not too much to draw attention or suspicion to myself. It was a truly troublesome task. Not like I wanted to flaunt my strength, just that I didn't like bottling it in such a manner.

Because I had to bottle it, I settled with walking and every so often glancing over at Goten and Trunks while they waited in line to fight on the mats. I caught Goten looking at me confused, but I looked away. I didn't really want to give him much of an excuse to come talk to me. Besides, walking could help me focus and sort out my thoughts. I made a mental list in my head.

Things I know are not true-

Saiyans are mindless killers.

Saiyans are complete and utter savages.

Saiyans don't know the meaning of humanity.

Saiyans have no honor.

Saiyans are hideous monsters… (Goten is quite an attractive being… NO! I DID NOT think that one)

Things that are debatable-

Saiyans being ruthless killers. (I saw that one short one become exceedingly hostile, but Goten seems nice enough)

Saiyans are unquestionably stupid. (Some may be, but Goten does not appear stupid at all)

Saiyans would kill me without question. (The two older ones might have, but Goten hasn't. But Goten also doesn't know who or what I am)

Earthlings are pathetic.

My family has honor.

The members of my family need to grow a pair.

Things that I know are true-

My father and everything he taught me is a load of shit.

I could have thought up more, but this was enough to prove my point. My family had lied, my father had lied, every tutor and teacher had lied, all the books had lied, and I wasn't completely sure if I could believe my family history any more. Was my family honorable at all? Was I just another rat bred from a jackass and his mate who was destined to carry their name, piss off a lot of people, and then watch as they suffer because they can't do a thing about it? Did my very existence mean the complete opposite of what I thought and was told?

If that is true, then I'm in no way special for more than the fact that I have powers no other has. I don't have a purpose anymore at home other than to continue the family name and business. I have nothing there. I only have the purpose of breeding the next generation with whomever my father chooses as my mate. Here I at least have Goten and Trunks, Kiti by my side, and a chance at happiness. Here I'll have to work hard, but it shouldn't be too hard to working hard at home. I'll stay. I won't go back. As long as I have all three of them I'm happy here. Who knows, maybe I'll tell Goten about myself. Eventually-

My thoughts were cut off as I noticed someone come up in front of me. It was Sharpener Jr. Long blond hair, muscular body, and a tendency to show off. He had an arm propping himself up against the wall and he flashed me a snow white smile.

NORM POV

"So, how are you doing today Kim?" he asked her in his futile attempt to flirt with her. He figured that, since she was only friends with Goten and Trunks, she could be a girl he had a chance with. Every other girl was too busy fawning over the demi-saiyan duo to pay him much mind.

She tried to hold back a bit of annoyance. She didn't like being called Kim. She didn't much like people replacing her name with a shorter version because they were too lazy to just say the full thing. "My name isn't Kim. I would prefer Kimeal if it isn't such a bother."

"Okay Kimeal it is. So, how did you like my little prank on Trunks?"

She furrowed her brow, not quite figuring out what he meant. Then her eyes widened in shock. She frowned and glared at him as she prepared her accusation, "You are the one who placed the bag of flaming dog excrements in Trunks' car!"

"Pretty funny, huh? It was a bag of flaming hot payback." It was true. He had tried asking out Marron when she rejected him. She was about to say yes when her eyes caught Trunks who was walking down the hall and she ran over to talk with him.

She folded her arms and closed her eyes in annoyance. "I didn't find it funny at all, and neither did Trunks. He really liked that car and it was very immature of you to try something like that. It was rather elementary of you and a bit disgusting. Now Trunks has to get the leather in his back seat replaced to remove the burn marks as well as the horrid stench. That car wasn't cheap you know."

"It's not like it's going to put a dent in his wallet. He's loaded, so it shouldn't matter too much when it comes to price."

She wasn't convinced.

He didn't let up. He continued, "Did you know that Halloween is coming up soon?" She nodded. It was a holiday that both of their races shared, and she had learned of the few differences from Goten. "Well, Jackie's throwing her usual Halloween Costume Bash. Everyone's invited and anyone who's anyone will be there. I just thought I'd tell you since you're new and all." He shrugged.

"I already knew. Goten and Trunks told me about it. I was planning on going." It was true. They had told her and invited, actually more like forced her into going.

Goten waited patiently in line as he watched one of the nerds have the unlucky chance of having to fight with a jock. Goten looked over to where Kimeal was standing with Sharpener Jr. He smirked to himself as he heard her reprimand him for what he did to Trunks' car. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Trunks fuming, having heard it as well. Sharpener was in for it later.

He then noticed the jock pick up the nerd and throw him out of the ring, using extra strength to try and emphasize his "dominance" at strength. His eyes widened when he realized which direction the flying nerd was headed.

"Kimeal! Look out!" he warned, but not in time.

"Well, I was wondering if you would like to go with me-" The soaring body hit Sharpener with a rough impact, causing him to fall forward. The force pushed him forward, his lips meeting hers. (Eh, cheesy, I know)

KIMEALPOV

My eyes widened in horror. That putrid creature that dared to call himself a man dared to defile me in such a way! How dare he even think of the possibility that I might even somewhat allow this to happen? If we were on my own planet I could take him to the courts and have his lips sewn shut for such a heinous crime as dirtying a woman like that.

I pulled away, grateful once again for my inability to blush from a rise in body heat. I didn't even bother looking at him as I pulled back my fist. I would have hit him too, had the coach not blown his whistle in time to make my movement falter. I had learned that the adult faculty in facilities like these hold a power higher than my own. It was no different here than there, even if there the instructors were payed by my parents personally.

"Take it to the mats!" was his gruff order.

I grit my teeth in annoyance. Like those mats could protect him from the full extent of my wraith. I am the hero of Ichvan, the greatest warrior known to my people. Flimsy blue mats can't cushion a blow from me.

I grabbed him and pushed him hard enough to make him stumble towards the mats. First things first. The wellbeing of the people must come first. A hero wouldn't be a proper one if concerns for weaker citizens weren't their top priority.

I knelt down beside the nerd. "Thin one, are you alright?" I asked in a soft tone.

His cheeks reddened a little*+. "Yes, I'm fine. I shouldn't have thought I could fight anyway."

"That is not true, but you should be more careful. You shouldn't fight opponents so much obviously stronger than you when it can be avoided." This isn't a bad thing for me to do. I understand the social order and how it works, but it isn't frowned upon to give kind advice to those that needed.

"Much help that advice does me now."

I frowned, but didn't press it as I went to the match. I stood opposite of Sharpner Jr. and waited for him to make the first move.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want you to get hurt," he said.

I scowled. I was going to have to rip that ego out of him. I was about to get into a fighting stance when I remembered who was watching, my halt in movement giving the perception of a flinch. My eyes wandered to the human eyes and that of Goten. He knew I wasn't human and would be stronger than one, but if I gave the idea that I was dangerous to humans or hostile maybe, he might change his mind about me and alert the others of his race to my presence and known whereabouts. I'd need to fight differently.

I nodded to my opponent. "It is your move. I will not back down. You have stolen my honor and I need to take it back. I am going to beat it out of you, as it seems it is necessary." New style of fighting, decided.

I shrugged and charged me, eyes closed. He opened his eyes, having expected a girly scream and for his knuckles to meet flesh. He turned to the right, having not expected to see her move to the side a foot. I looked at him lazily, knowing full and well I couldn't exactly do much to him without really harming him.

"You shouldn't take your eyes off of your opponent, or you'll lose." I poked him in the eyes, making him crush his watering eyes together. "Don't close your eyes now, class has just begun. Lesson number two, you're aiming two high." I brought my elbow down on his still extended arm at the same time as I brought my knee up underneath it. I did it relatively slow, to save unnecessary damages and power from being shown. Sharpner brought his arm to his stomach, cradling the wounded limb.

"Your posture is terrible. You slouch way too much." I chopped him hard on his back, snapping his back into a straight position. His face contorted in pain as I did so. His eyes were ready to bulge out. He brought his shoulders up out of their slouch as I struck him swiftly from beneath them. "Your unsteady on your feet. if you want to keep from falling," I dropped into a crouch and ground swept his feet out from under him. He fell flat on his face as I continued, "You need to be firm and steady, with your feet firmly planted like a tree. A proper footing position is also necessary to keep your balance and avoid falling as well."

I stood up, my back arched slightly. My crimson eyes stared coldly down at him from behind my sunglasses (Yeah, I almost forgot about those), lips drawn in a flat line. "Class dismissed. If you don't mind, I'm going to go wash bile out of my mouth." I turned on a heel and stomped towards the girl's locker room.

I could sense the blond girl, Marron, running in after me. She was either on her first or second year, I believe. She knew Trunks and Goten for quite some time apparently. We spoke on occasion, but never had a reason to really talk or become friends.

I directed my attention to the sink and spitting up as much saliva and whatever else was in my mouth. I didn't want to leave any traces. I'd brush my mouth as clean as I could, but I didn't have my toothbrush with me.

God, this is nasty, I thought bitterly. Who would have thought that a woman such as myself would be spitting up whatever I could into a school sink?

I looked up as an uncapped bottle of water was shoved into my face. I saw that the owner was Marron. The blond, noseless girl stared down at me where I was leaning against the frame of the sink.

"Drink it," she urged, pushing it towards me. The contents of the bottle splashed about inside. "Use it to wash out the germs."

I nodded appreciatively and took the bottle. I poured some of the clear liquid into my mouth and gargled it. After a moment, I spat it into the sink already feeling cleaner in the mouth.

"Thank you, Marron." I smiled warmly and stood up straight. "I needed that."

She smiled back. "It was no problem, really. I saw what you did to Sharpner. He had it coming. It wasn't nice of him to do what he did to you or Trunks."

"I'm grateful someone sees my point of view."

She laughed a little. "You've been here for a bit already, but you don't seem to hang out with any girls, do you?"

I shook my head and frowned slightly. "No, not really. Trunks tried introducing me to some so that I could have some female company, but they didn't seem to like me. I think they believed we are or were an "item"," I responded. Human females seemed to have such strong and, one might say pathetic, emotions. I wouldn't call it that, though it is a serious liability in a fight. I am curious a small bit about their ways of reasoning, but not too much.

"Really? I think they're just jealous that none of them got to be such good friends with Trunks and Goten. You seem really nice, so I don't think it would be wrong at all to be your friend." She stood up straight with a proud smile. Hmm, she wasn't really much taller than me. We seem about the same height.

"Really? I appreciate it. It would be nice to have a female friend. I enjoy hanging out with Goten and Trunks, but their tastes are a bit…"

"Masculine?" she suggested with a weak smile.

I shrugged. "I suppose you could say that. I'm sure we can be great friends."

"Yup!" Her face then looked grim and serious. "That is, unless I find out you're in the way of me getting Trunks."

"What? No! No, you have it all wrong-" She cut me off as I waved my hands defensively in front of myself. I didn't want her to get the wrong idea. I didn't want to lose her friendship as soon as I got it.

She laughed wholeheartedly. "I'm kidding. I know you're no competition! You've got your hands full with Goten as it is."

"What?"

"I'm joking!" she smacked me on the back. "We're cool. I can tell we're gonna have fun together. We should go shopping together this weekend. Then we can go again next weekend to get costumes for Jackie's party. I can't wait. We're going to have so much fun!"

I chuckled meekly. I know my wallet will be having fun.

NORMPOV

Goten watched her leave and Marron run after her into the girl's locker room. I looked over at Trunks who could hardly contain himself. It looked like Sharpner Jr. had been saved by his wrath for now. I bent down next to Sharpner Jr. who hadn't gotten up yet. He settled with sitting their staring wide eyed where she had left. His hands had traveled to where her hands had hit his arm and under arms.

"Hey bro, you okay?" Goten asked.

The startled boy nodded. "Yeah… I'm fine. It's just, her skin felt so cold."

Goten looked towards the locker room doors where he could hear the two girls laughing from. Kimeal, what exactly are you?

And there you have it. I know it took me so long to finally update, my apologies. I had my laptop taken for like a month and then I had to balance out my school work and my teams. I'm pulling a lot of stuff, every afternoon I'm stuck after school. I made this one extra long to make up for it. I hoped you liked it. Bye for now! 'Til next time!