[ Thank you for reading my story! Seriously, I just realized I've been at this one story for over three years, and you guys are amazing enough to stay with me! Also, is being weird again, and is only letting me upload a little at a time. SO, this will be a 2-3 part chapter. ALSO, I've been though the chapter once, and realized that my computer Auto Corrected a lot of words it wasn't supposed to! I'll be going through it again tomorrow to fix the grammar/ spelling errors! ]

She stood amongst hundreds of other people. Her identity lost amongst the warriors, beasts and men, all of whom were ready to fight for their share of fame and money.

Callina was a minority amongst them, a woman and a saiyan, hidden within the endless faces. But even surrounded by all of those beings and people, she couldn't seem to find herself. She was lost.

Calina's pained expression and distant, vacant green eyes, caused Turnig to watch her wearily; quietly. There were only a few stories that Calina did tell Turnig when she was growing up, but nearly every single one was about him. About the boy, or man rather, who had just passed by her like a stranger, holding the hand of another woman.

She wasn't in shock, she knew the possibility of him moving on was real, and if she really looked inside herself, she knew she was happy for him.

Happy that he had managed to move on, and find someone to share his time with on Earth. She was, undoubtedly, happy to see him happy. But..

There was an evil, primal part of her, that wanted him all to herself.

" Hey, I'm up. "

Turnig waved a open palm in front of Calina's face, alerting her guardian of her impending match. The young saiyan had been summoned to face off against a fat young boy in spandex.

" No flying.."

Reyna spoke, still caught up in her own trance.

" Right. "

Turnig spat out at her, a snarky grin passing over her face as she casually waved off to Calina and pushed her way through the crowd.

The announcer had already come out and introduced himself, and stated that the Junior Division would begin and finish before the tournament began. Calina didn't begin to pull from her trance until the crowd began to cheer loudly, pulling her attention to the ring in the center of the arena.

" Let's give it up for Turnig and The Incredible Red! "

The boy the red spandex managed to leap up onto the platform and wave to the crowd, while Turnig very uncharismatically walked onto the platform and waited for the signal to start.

Calina's mind began to race, as she had forgotten to go over the rules with Turnig again. Those included, no power ups, no flying, no killing, or showing off. Any of those things could give them away, and with the way things were going, she didn't want to out their location.

She wasn't sure if they were going to stay.

The match started and Turnig immediately looked over to Calina, and beamed a soft, reassuring smile at her.

The boy lunged at Turnig while she was distracted and slammed a hard fist to her face. The crowd, in unison, became deathly quiet, as the cracking sound of the boys fist slamming into Turnig's face, echoed throughout the arena.

The sound that came next wasn't expected, as the young boy began to cry loudly while holding his hand, all while Turnig cracked a large grin and held back a laugh.

Calina's distraught look caught Turnig's darting eyes, and as if on cue, she began to loudly exaggerate an injury to her jaw.

While the boy had ran off the platform crying, Turnig pretended that she had a hurt jaw, while the announcer spoke over the loud speaker. She was announced the winner, and quickly left the platform. The minute he foot touched the bare grass outside the solid platform, her hand dropped from her face and she walked happily through the crowd.

" Humans are pretty weak."

Turning spoke rather loudly and Calina had to quickly silence the child before disappearing further into the crowd.

It was a few more minutes until another familiar name was called, and Calina knew she couldn't miss the fight.

" Trunks Briefs, will face off against.. Rex Angle! "

Calina stopped completely still in the busy crowd, before realizing who it was. Without a word she grabbed onto Turnig's arm and led her through the crowd of competitors and to the front.

It had been such a long time since she'd seen him.

Calina's chest tightened as she smiled, frozen still. He still had his pale purple hair and bright blue eyes, and by the looks of him, he'd been training with his father.

Turnig was a little taller than him, but still, compared to the toddler she'd left over several years ago, he'd grown so much.

Unlike Turnig, Trunks wasn't afraid to put on a show, and within a seconds of the match being beginning, it was over. The small saiyan had almost effortlessly sent his opponent into he wall that divided the platform and the crowd, before casually walking away with the win.

" And he can do that? "

Turnig shot an ugly look up to Calina, who shot an equally ugly look down to her.

" He's from here Tee, you know the rules.."

Turnig sighed, but kept looking on.

" I bet Im stronger than he is.."

Calina listened to the child speak, staying silent for a moment while smiling.

" I bet you are.."

It wasn't right in front of her face, but Calina knew something evil was brewing amongst the participants. It was a strange sixth sense that she'd picked up while in her time in space. She could feel when something was going to go wrong, but she just wasn't sure when it was going to happen.

It took nearly two hours, but the youth division only had one match left before it was finally over, and the adult division would start. The last match was between Turnig and Trunks.

In the two hours, Calina had realized that Chichi had, had another child. One that looked incredibly like Goku, and who was named Gotten. His age was around Trunks's, give or take a year. Which meant to Calina, that Chichi was pregnant when she had left. Leaving Gohan to help raise a new baby alone with his mother.

Trunks was summed to the platform, as was Turnig. Both remained quiet while the announcer named off what was waiting for the winner, and Turnig eagerly shifted her feet when he mentioned the limitless buffet.

" Listen, I don't like hitting girls.."

The announcer had left the platform and Trunks spoke freely to Turnig, who seemed disinterested in what he had to say.

" You can do it TRUNKS! "

Calina's attention was pulled from the area and to the stands, where a fiery woman with bright blue hair, was cheering on her son.

" Bulma..."

Calina's face softened as she watched Bulma cheer on her son from the stands.

Turnig's hair had to begun to fall out, and the black curling locks of hair began to stick to her wet face. Her bight, luminescent brown eyes eagerly looked over to Calina for a moment before turning to face her opponent.

Without notice, Trunks flew forwards and sent a hard hit to Turnig's face, sending her body flying across the platform. She managed to stay on, but just barely.

Again the crowd had gone a little quiet, as none of the other participants had been able to send a hit quite that hard.

What the more miraculous thing, to much of the crowd, was that Turnig not only managed to stay on the plat form, but she got up just a few seconds after being hit.

Although her skin was a deep brass color, you could still see the deep burgundy blush spread across her face. Calina wasn't sure if Trunks had actually hit her hard enough to make her angry or if she was actually hurt. Either way, the eight year old managed to briskly walked up to a smug Trunks, and send a sound shattering bunt kick to the young mans stomach, sending him flying into the barricade outside the platform and nearly breaking through to the crowd.

The tough concrete from the barricade crumbled and Trunks fell to the grass gasping for air. Turnig had knocked the air from his lungs.

Trunks hit the ground before she had a chance to let her foot fall to the ground, and almost immediately she turned to Calina and flashed her a worried grin.

" And There You have it! "

The announcer was quick to further the day along, bringing Hercule onto the stage with him.

One of the prizes was to meet the savior of the Earth, Hercule Satan.

Turnig had no idea who this human was, and was far more interested in the food than the cash or introductions.

The crowd cheered her on, and Hercule was quick to snag the microphone from the announcer and speak to the crowd.

" HERCULE SATAN HERE! SAVIOR OF PLANET EARTH! "

Hercule introduced himself, and Calina felt her stomach turn. She wasn't fond of this man or him taking credit for Gohan's win.

Turnig tried to leave the stage after she got the buffet coupon, but Hercule was quick to grab her and pull her close. In an equally natural response, she pulled up a balled up fist and slammed it into his gut.

Hercule nearly dropped the microphone and released Turnig. Hunching over in pain, he had enough air left to congratulate the youngster and insisted he was just acting hurt for the child's sake.

Before Calina could get to her, Turnig was stopped by someone and congratulated.

" Nice job kid! "

Goku had cut Turnig off, and although she wasn't sure who the man was, she knew he was a saiyan. She brought up a hand and shook Goku's hand before politely leaving and finding Calina.

The Adult division would begin soon, and all the participants around her were eager to begin. Calina listened to Turnig's endless requests to eat, so they took a quick detour from the tournament and grabbed another bite to eat.

" So who was that guy? "

Calina paused and bit her bottom lip for a brief moment before exhaling deeply through her mouth. Her bright, emerald green eyes glanced down to her small dependent, as a bright smile crossed her lips.

" That's Kakarot.. "

Turnip's face twisted for a moment, " Go..ku? "

Calina's smile widened, and she nodded.

" Woah. "

Turnig's eyes widened as she finished putting a full bowl of ramen into her mouth, " So like, the guy who you told me about, the strong one? Not, prince Vegeta? "

" Yes."

" The father of the, one saiyan, we passed? "

" Yes.."

Calina's voice was low and stern, she made sure to keep a keen eye on everyone around them, making sure they weren't heard.

" You need to stay low, while I compete.. "

Turnig's face twisted and she casually pushed another empty bowl of noodles away from her. She looked up to Calina, and took a deep breath.

" Calina, you have that look.."

" Hm.."

" That look, like you think something's up.."

Turing spoke casually to Calina, as her eyebrows lifted and a snarky expression passed over her.

Calina didn't answer the small saiyan, she simply averted her gaze to the ground and cleared her throat.

Calina was summed to the ring under her fake name, and made her way through the group and to the platform. Her heart rate beginning to pick up, as she paused outside the full, rowdy arena.

Calina's bright, platinum blonde hair caught the rays of the intense sunlight, and shimmered for a brief moment, as she stepped out and into the ring.

The man she was facing was taller than her, and looked weak. He had large, bulging muscles and an arrogant smile. Calina knew this would be fast, and while she was out, she couldn't help herself from discreetly looking around.

" Piccolo.."

Calina's eyes never left her opponent, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw the green namekian. Next to him was a wave of familiar faces.

Trunks and the smaller child that was Goku and Chichi's was also next to him. Calina began her fight, also catching glimpses of Vegeta, and Goku. Next to them, was the same small woman she'd seen earlier, and him.

Gohan nearly towered over everyone around him, and was just a an inch, maybe two, taller than her. He spoke to the small human women for a few moments before continuing to watch the match. Calina had let herself get hit once in the face and tumbled to the ground, before "accidentally " kicking the man in the back and sending him out of the ring.

She left the ring, just as quickly she had entered it, trying her best to avert her eyes from her past.

" He's good looking, at least.."

Turnig's voice was bratty, and she couldn't help but smile at Calina.

The momentary few glances Calina had gotten of Gohan were brief, but right now, she had a full view of him.

He wasn't with the small woman from earlier, instead, he was with Piccolo, talking about something.

" Just go talk to him, you're being so strange, you've never been this shy.. "

Turnig was pulling her hair back again, trying to fix her unruly curls, and cool off from the mid day heat. Both her and Calina were sitting in the shade, keeping a close eye on everyone that was around her.

" That boy from earlier, you knew him? "

Calina took a deep breath, and wiped from sweat from her forehead, " Thats Prince Vegeta's son, Trunks.."

Turnig was quiet for a minute, her mind starting to slowly work around all of the new people she had been introduced to, from afar.

Calina spoke to Turnig without looking at her, as her gaze was transfixed on the man she had traveled so far to see.

She could feel the very tips of her cheeks begin to flush the longer she looked at him, and even as an adult, she could see how carefree he looked.

Her name was called again, and like clockwork, she easily passed to the next round.

It was almost three in the afternoon, when the small woman that Gohan had been friendly with, was called into the ring, and it was then that the crowd got to watch her nearly get pummeled to death.