(Note: Writing is hard. I do this for free. Think that through. Have mercy.)

So, I've been lying on this bed for a long while now, just thinking about the implications of what I am and, while bored, testing out the limits of my 'abilities'.

And I've come to a few conclusions.

Firstly, I'm a really freaky thing when you really think about it. If possible, I'd be all for leaving this kid and giving them their life back, but I have a sneaking feeling that with how silent this kids mind is, that they'd just fall right back into a coma. And his sister already had her hopes back. So yeah; I'm not gonna break that girls heart after I was vividly clear how long she was alone.

Secondly, I do have the ability to use Ki. But it extremely limited, since I'm drawing the power of this kid to do that. Being a bio thing, I have the ability to manipulate ki as an innate talent, but even Bebi Bulma wasn't super strong.

That brings me to the third point: I'm not OP or anything. I've tested all my abilities, to the best and worst of my ability, and I've come to realize I really am wheelchair bound. I could move their legs with my main body, but the image is creepy beyond imagination.

Really, the longer I think about it, the more I'm reminded about that one scene in JoJo where a pillar man jumps into that vent, and out of the vent. And the scenes that follows that. Nuff said.

Now that you're up to speed on what I've been doing for the last few days, I'm hungry. Or, at least, Kota is hungry.

I wheeled myself over towards the cafeteria, having bugged the nurse to allow me out of the bed, since I was really not a fan of being bedridden in the DBZ universe. Plus, I did come up with some ideas on how to strengthen myself up so I could go on a little adventure.

Now, I'm not sure how accurate it is to the lore of GT, but I've seen chat rooms say that, directly proportional to their followers, Bebi would get stronger and stronger. Now, if I could replicate that kind of thing, and maybe make 'Me' stronger, then I might just be able to get enough strength to force these legs to work again.

Don't talk science with me! This is the Dragon Ball Z universe! Plot holes are everywhere!

(You may, though. I'm just saying that for comedic effect.)

If you're thinking I'm planning a very villainous thing right now, siphoning off as much power from my soon to be followers to strengthen a comatose kid into walking again, then yeah, I suppose you're right. Except, unless I can't control it, I don't plan on doing any brainwashing; only borrowing some power. They'll get their energy back, ok? Just gotta eat an extra burger or drink an extra coffee. I think.

So, as I arrived at the cafeteria, I set my plans in motion.

And so it was done, I had successfully done something traumatizing that I will now forever wipe from my memory. I hate being this slime parasite. Why couldn't I have been a cool villain? Like Frieza? Or Cell? Or Majin Buu? (Hint Hint)

Focusing hard on trying to forget my sins, I was at least proud to say that I felt a whole lot stronger! Not Kid Goku strong, but definitely Videl strong.

I still couldn't walk, however. Guess no matter how strong you are, Ki energized muscles don't repair broken and dead nerves.

But it did allow me to have the confidence to ask the nurse to let me 'go home'. I had done all I could in the hospital arc of this story. There were no more batteries- I mean, donators here to help my crippled self get better.

The doctors were flabbergasted by my amazing recovery speed; it was almost like I was recreating an anime scene. They allowed me to go after a few more tests and I was out. Using my Bebi influence, I had them 'lose' the evidence of my being in this body. Wouldn't wanna die before my journey began, after all.

After waiting in the waiting room for a while, my sister came to pick me up, stopping her hover-car right outside the glass double doors of the hospital reception/waiting room.

She anime leapt out of the car, and rushed over to me with another hug. Let me tell you, the guilt doesn't go away no matter how much she does this.

I was wheeled me over to the hover car, her lifting my form and setting me in the passenger seat, folding up my wheelchair and setting it in the back. Through the windows, I could see that this city was a sky type, with tons of skyscrapers, all brightly coloured and very Toriyama styed (Curvy towards the top), the sun shining unobscured down on the buildings.

As we drove away from the hospital, I began to think of plans for how I would wake Kota up so I could go on my own adventure, but now that I was well and truly out of that sterile prison, I couldn't in good conscious just pop a squat and leave an coma Kota for his sister to scream and panic at.

So I was in a bind really.

"So…Kota…Do you remember me?" She asked forcefully, keeping her gaze straight, eyes wavering.

Oh snaps, I was totally indifferent towards her aside from guilt, wasn't I? Did she pick up on that?

"It's ok, Kota…You've been asleep for a very long time. I'm just happy to have another chance to be a big sis for you again." She added quickly, sadness ever present on her face.

This conversation was NOT meant for me. I really hope that, in some way, Kota can maybe remember these memories when I leave, because it would suck having his sister need to go through all this again.

"My name is Zangya. And you are Kota. And before our last accident, we were smugglers."

Hold on.

"I almost got involved with some really bad people, but you made me promise not to get involved with them anymore."

This is makes no sense. Though, I suppose Bebi being alive at the same time as her also doesn't. Or me existing.

"If it weren't for you, I might have become a space pirate. But you woke up, so I don't have to resort to that." She said, smiling, keeping herself composed all the while. Failing in one instance, when a single tear escaped her brave eyes.

"You saved both of us by waking up there, champ. Your equipment isn't cheap to keep monopolising like you were doing. So money is tight right now. But don't you worry."

She ruffles my hair.

"Your big sis has a plan."

Kota, I have a question for you. What in the Kami-damn HFIL?