Azumi's mouth fell open as the man pointed her, she took an involuntary step back bringing her hands up in front of her, like that would make him stop pointing at her. This had to be some kind of joke, a sick joke. There was no way she could be a Saiyan, she was born on Earth, she had a family here, she had lived on Earth her whole life; this was her home.
The other's looked at her, their faces displaying a cross between curiosity and hate, the hatred mainly came from Vegeta. It made her retreat another step, the harden looks from Goku and Goten brought tears to her eyes. She was not one of those warriors, she belonged here on Earth but she could not find the words to speak, nothing seemed to be working right except for her legs, which kept her moving back from their looks. She needed to stop that, it made her look guilty.
"Azumi," Goku spoke with harsh tones, "is this true?"
"Of course it's true Kakarot, look at her," Vegeta shouted advancing on her. She quickened her retreat.
"It's not," her voice cracked, "I'm not one of them."
"Then why are you retreating from us, what are you guilty of," Vegeta shouted grabbing her by the wrist. "Answer me!"
She tried to pull free of Vegeta, she was scared out of her mind. Of course she would retreat from them when they all looked at her like she was their enemy, who would be dumb enough not to? But what could she say, she was scared of them? That would not help her case in any way, especially if what those warriors said was true.
"Vegeta, let her go," Goten was beside her. He would believe her, he had always helped her.
"Why, she's a traitor," he spat drawing her closer. Azumi tried to pull free, but her strength failed from fear.
"Let her talk," Trunks was on the other side. They would help her, now all she needed was the courage to speak.
"I'm not a Saiyan; I was born here on Earth." She looked around the assembled fighters hoping one of them would believe her. "I don't know these warriors."
"No she wouldn't she was sent as a baby," the bulking warrior commented hearing her desperate plea. "She was sent to train with the warriors so she would know their weaknesses and all their techniques."
"Quite a plan in my opinion," the woman grinned. "What better way to defeat traitors than to have them train their executioner," the Saiyan warriors laughed.
Azumi thought she was going to die, everything they said could very well be true. She had never been close enough to her parents to talk them about her birth.
That thought sent a jolt through Azumi. Her parents had never really liked her, not since her brother was born, could it be that they had adopted a daughter and got a monster instead? Did they hate her because they resented their choice in adopting her? Was she really not of this planet? That would make her a warrior, a child born to fight, a person driven by fighting and growing stronger? Was she like Goku?
"I don't want to fight you. If what they say is true it has nothing to do with anything I've done with you for the past few months. Earth is my home," she was close to crying, she could feel tears welling.

Azumi's tale sounded a lot like his own, Goku believed her when she said she did not know those warriors. And so he would fight to protect her, fight to let her make her own choices, and fight Vegeta to allow her to stay.
"What do we do Goku," Krillin was at his side looking to him for leadership, they all were.
"We fight them. No matter what they say, Azumi is one of us and now we know why, we won't let them take her if that's what they want and we won't let them destroy the Earth."
"That's what I hoped you say," Bulma called from where she was watching. "You can't just reject her because of what a bunch of muscle brained idiots say."
"Shut up woman," Vegeta snapped pulling Azumi in closer. "Why else would you just happen to show up at Kakarot's house already trained to fight? Why else would you try so hard to be better than the rest of us?"
"I didn't," Azumi spoke quietly, as quietly as she had earlier in the week after the events in Gingertown. "I just wanted to belong somewhere," she seemed to be shrinking under Vegeta's harsh words and glare.
"Yes, so you could betray us," Vegeta shouted sending Azumi back another step. She did not want to fight Vegeta again, she was freaking out about this and Vegeta's yelling and accusations were not helping her.
"Stop Vegeta," Goku held Vegeta back, extending his arm across the Saiyan Prince's path.
"You would let her stay! She was going to betray us!"
"You don't know that Vegeta," he shouted quieting the warrior. "I feel that, like me, Azumi had no idea that she was a Saiyan until these warriors showed up. Fighting is in our blood Vegeta, it's in Azumi's too that why she sought training. You can't just attack her like this!"
"What's wrong weaklings," one of the Saiyan warriors called, pulling the Z Fighters attention back to the threat at hand.
"How old was Azumi when she was sent to Earth," he needed to know if Azumi was like him. He needed to know if she had been sent as a baby like him, then he would feel better with his decision to allow her to stay, but he would not turn her away regardless.
"She was just a babe, like as warriors that are sent to weak planets."
"But you knew there was a threat on Earth, why would you send a little baby," Vegeta challenged. He had a valid point, if there was a possibility of a threat on any planet a more experience Saiyan was sent to handle the inhabitants.
"We'd heard Vegeta was here, he would know how this works."
"We needed to get someone in here who wouldn't rouse suspicion until the time of our attack."
"Well your plan's backfired. All you've done give us another ally to help defeat you." Goku looked back to where Azumi had been standing, ready to reassure her about her position among the Z Fighters.
She wasn't there, and neither were Trunks and Goten.

Azumi was tormented by wave after wave of mental assaults, attacks coming from her own mind, trying to find every possible flaw in what the Saiyans had said and returning with strong supporting evidence. It all rolled around in a vortex that occasionally swelled above her and crashed down with hard fact—evidence—truth in their words. She could not think straight, she need time to work this out—time away from Goku, Vegeta, Trunks and Goten. She needed to be alone so they could not influence her thought process, to change her mind from whatever conclusion she was trying to reach.
So she left them.
She flew as fast as she could and hoped that they would not follow, she would never be able to outpace them and she knew it would be pointless to try it. She hoped that they would be preoccupied with the Saiyan warriors they would not follow, she hoped whatever happened between the two groups would give her enough time to sort everything out.
She passed over the ocean and stopped looking down at the blue-green water rolling beneath her.
Vegeta had been right, she was a traitor; an oblivious traitor, but a traitor none the less. She could no longer stay on Earth, she was causing them grief in the middle of their peace time, she could not live with a burden like that on her shoulders—it would crush her.
There were few ways to punish a traitor, and the only one that was not an immediate death sentence was exile. She was a traitor but had no intention of committing suicide; she would leave Earth.
That was the only thing she could think to do.
"Azumi, wait," She spun around as Trunks and Goten came along side her. She looked between the two of them wondering what they would do since her identity had been revealed.
"What are you going to do to me, drag me back to Goku and Vegeta for punishment or something," she challenged floating away from them so it would be harder for them to attack her. Or so she hoped.
"Why would we do that?"
"Where you come from has no meaning to us."
She laughed, a loud burst that shocked even herself as it vanished into the blue-green water, and shaking her head moved even farther away from them. "Where we come from means so much, it defines us in the most extreme. Vegeta talks about it all the time, his birthright, his royal blood!" Her voice bordered on the edge of insanity, an insanity that she had kept hidden for too long since entering this strange world, why not let this new development send her over the edge? She laughed again, stopping a good distance from the boys.
"If you plan on taking me, you'll have to fight and drag me back like the traitor Vegeta thinks I am!"
"We're not fighting you Azumi," Goten started toward her, a look of pain creasing his face. A look similar plagued Trunks.
"Goku would never let my father harm you until we know that you are against us, and even then the fight would not go far."
She laughed again causing Goten to stop. "No," she breathed, "it would. It always does." She dropped her gaze to the ocean as she spoke and breathed in deeply, "it always ends the same. There is no option." She looked up at the boys and forced a wan smile to them, then she shot between them as fast as she could and vanished into the skyline.
She did not have any other option, her story dictated she leave. And she would as soon as she learned about her origins from her parents.