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Hi guys and guess what, I'm done with school. Yep, just got my diploma Saturday. I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I had writing it! Please always leave reviews, they are always appreciated. Thank you!


-7-

Carrie woke up in the same room she first woke from. She jerked back up panting heavily from what happened. Just before she said anything, she took a sharp glance at two muscular men looking at her. She was timid.

"W-w-what happened?" Carrie asked.

"You defeated Frieza," Goku said rather calmly, "You are the one who goes by the name of Carrie White right?"

Carrie nodded, nervously timid of what this man might do. She remembers now. The battle she had against that being, a being they named as Frieza. She was afraid for what these two men were going to do; just before she had the chance of lifting up her hands for defense, Goku extended his hands with a goofy, friendly smile on his face, "My name is Son Goku, but colloquially, whatever that word means, I'm known as Goku."

"You're not going to hurt me, are you?" Carrie asked.

"Hurt you? You've done nothing wrong," said Goku until Vegeta cleared his throat, out of jealousy no doubt, "Don't worry about Vegeta, he's a grouch at times."

"Just so I'm clear...your mother, I-I...I have no words," said Vegeta before he was given a look by Goku.

"Vegeta..."

"Kakarot, let me finish, for what this girl had shown us was disturbing. More disturbing than what Frieza did to our parents - to our world. So when I saw you fighting that monster, Carrie, I...I was jealous," Vegeta admitted.

Carrie furrowed, "You were jealous...of me?"

"It took us four months...four freaking months to defeat that monster - but you," he grinded his teeth, trying to hide his anger, "You handled him like you were pulling gum off from your shoe! The rage you had was unnatural - its a possibility that you might be a...a...a Saiyon!"

"I'm a what?"

"What Vegeta is trying to say, you have techniques only Saiyons can possess. It's a possibility that you might be one," Goku said.

"How?"

"You disentigrated the canyons in under an hour!" Vegeta yelled.

Carrie shook and whimpered. Vegeta sighed.

"You destroyed the canyons with ease," said Vegeta.

"And combined by your telekinesis you retain a lot of power - where did you come from?" Goku finally asked.

Carrie was about to open her mouth until Piccolo showed up, "The tales of her origins would have to wait - for now that is."

"Piccolo?"

"Goku, this is something important that Carrie needs to see. It is important that you two leave - now," Piccolo said. Vegeta and Goku nodded and left, just before Goku completely removed himself from the equation, he smiled and waved a peace sign at Carrie. He was sort of worried for her and her well-being. Who was she? Why was she here? And more importantly, where did she come from?

"Carrie, do you want to see your mother?" Piccolo asked.

Carrie's eyes widened.

...

Piccolo led Carrie inside the Chamber Room where she saw a few empty tanks here and there, all that had been used by certain people - including Goku and Vegeta. All of them were empty, all except for one. Floating in the tank of liquid was a grown woman who was healing quite nicely. However there were faint scars on her torso that made up the shape of a cross. Carrie was bug-eyed. She couldn't believe it. Her mother was here? And she's healing!

"Is my momma...?"

"Yes, she's alive," Piccolo asked, "That is what you wanted right?"

"Yes," Carrie replied.

"Why? By all the harm she has done to you? Why keep her alive?" Piccolo asked.

"Because she's my mother. she'll always protect me from all the evils that came my way," she said.

"By locking you in a closet?"

Carrie didn't say anything else.

"Carrie, right now how would your mother think of you?" Piccolo asked.

"Not highly of me," Carrie replied, "She'll think that I'm an abomination. A lost cause because of what I did - for what I did to her," she said, tears streaming down her face.

"Nothing you did was monstrous, you did what needed to be done," Piccolo said.

"Killing my mother and innocent people? I wanted to do it, and now I'm paying for it," Carrie said, about to break down. Piccolo caught her before Carrie got to her knees and held her close.

"Whatever happens, we will make sure that nothing happens to you, do you understand?" Piccolo asked.

"How can I trust anybody?"

"You can't," Piccolo said, "Words are too cheap to buy, you observe for what they do before you judge them on their words."

Carrie returned the hug and looked back at her mother, "How long will she be in there?"

"We don't know, the longer it takes for those scars to heal, the longer she will be there," he replied. "Come on, let's go. It's getting late and you should need your rest."

Carrie nodded and followed Piccolo out of the Chamber Room; before leaving, she took one last look at her mother before she closed the door, "I'm so sorry for what I did and I shall pay for what punishment you shall reap to me," she said and closed the door.

...

PRESENT TIME

...

Going after three months, a portal opened up by the candy shop. When the portal faded standing by the shop were five unfamiliars. One had a green jacket with the number 10 stitched to the left, another had black vest above a red long-sleeved shirt, a muscular, black haired boy, a time manipulator, and a former school teacher. Ben, Gwen, Rita, and Paradox stood semi-way through the alley of the Candy Store and a Gym.

"So this is the place right?" Ben asked.

"Yep, sure is," Kevin said, getting into his fanboyish state.


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