Oh, guys, I am SOOOOOOOOOO sorry! I didn't realise that I hadn't worked on this in so long! In all truth, I got a really bad case of writer's block...please forgive me? I made this chapter as long as I could...I SO SORRY!

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Gohan and I walked into the kitchen, where Goten, Davis, and Mother were already eating quickly. Matyo was busy cooking the rest of lunch.

Gohan and I sat down and began eating ourselves. I had learned a long time ago that when you train a lot, you should eat a lot. And when you eat a lot, you eat faster.

Gohan and I raced through our food, a mentally started eating race beginning. I beat Gohan by only a few forkfuls and he slowly ate the last few.

Once he was finished, he eyed Matyo wearily. Matyo was still finishing up his own meal.

"Who are you?" Gohan asked finally.

"My name is Suri. And these are my brothers, Matyo and Davis, and my mother, whom we call either Kio or Mother." I began slowly, explaining our names first.

"Why are Goten and I here?" Gohan asked patiently. I took a deep breath inward.

"You know who Frieza and Cell are, right?" I asked quietly. Gohan's eyes glittered with a speck of anger as he nodded. "They have become three times as strong as when you fought them. And they are here. Father is leading them astray from us so we can train, but we need someone to train us. Our strength is based upon magic, powerful magic, mind you, but magic all the same."

"Frieza and Cell are here?" Gohan squeaked, "And they're three times as strong?"

"Correct," I replied.

"Aren't those the guys you said were really bad, Gohan?" Goten asked in a trembling voice.

"Yeah, Goten," he clenched his teeth, "Real bad."

"They toy with us," I gritted my own teeth, "It's worse than Mirai Trunks' time here. People live in constant fear, some knowing they're going to die, some thinking maybe they'll live, some don't know what to think. They kill in systematic ways, ways we cannot even begin to comprehend."

"We should move, Suri," Kio said, "They'll come back later."

"One more question," Gohan said as he narrowed his eyes, "What are you?"

"What do you mean by that?" I growled.

"You aren't human, I can tell that much," he shrugged.

"I am quarter Namek, quarter Saiyan, half Human," I replied, "As are my brothers. My mother is Human. Father is half Namek, half Saiyan."

"Bizarre mix," Gohan commented. Goten nodded his agreement.

"Come on," I growled. I took him by the shirt collar and rose him to his feet. He stared at me with fear as I ran from the room to grab my pack. It contained several survival items I knew I'd need.

Gohan was taken completely aback by the girl's comment and rough touch. He had never heard many people talk to him like that. Nor had many picked him up by the shirt collar.

Except four.

First Frieza. Then Vegeta. Then Cell. Then that one guy before school, but he wasn't too important.

Cell was the last person to speak with such anger to him. He'd never heard anyone of a supposedly good heart speak like that. Except Vegeta, but he'd changed a lot since then. He wondered if this girl was on the good side.

I stared at Gohan as I brought up the caboose of our train of people. My mother led us with Goten and Gohan behind her. Matyo stood to my right and Davis to my left, both slightly in front of me and standing beside Gohan and Goten.

My anger burned with a hatred I knew too well.

How dare he talk to me like that! I shouted in my head. He's half saiyan half human, I've got those in my blood too. It's not my fault father's father was Namek.

Unlike in his world, Nameks in my world aren't asexual. They have kids just like we did. Eggs that were spat up by Namek males were initially just clones of their fathers.

My grandfather was no exception.

My grandfather, Clarinet, was born from an egg. He had fallen in love with my mother, a woman named Parsley, who became my grandmother.

But they're dead now, I reminded myself bitterly. I looked to the ground in agony. My tears flew softly from my eyes onto the ground below. I hoped no one would notice.

Gohan sneaked a look back towards the girl named Suri. He stopped short when he saw she was crying softly.

Matyo shook his head at him. He sent a private message to Gohan, using a technique that Nameks and Saiyans had in common.

*If we stop, it'll only make it worse for her* he smiled slightly*She hates being embarrassed. For some reason, especially in front of someone stronger than her. It is best we leave her be.*

*Okay* Gohan answered, unsure *But why does she have such a sharp voice? She seems like such a nice person at first but then it's like she turns hard on everyone*

*I don't know* Matyo sighed inwardly *She's always been like this, ever since Grandpa Clarinet was killed. I think it's sort of the same concept of future Trunks as your future self dying, only it affects her more deeply. I don't know. Grandpa was beginning to teach her in the Arts when Cell and Frieza came. The only thing she had managed to learn from him besides basic moves like a punch and kick, was the ki attacks known as Angel's Kiss and Dragon's Fire.*

*Why is it called Angel's Kiss if a kiss is supposed to be gentle and caring?*

*That's exactly what it was based upon. Grandpa learned about Angels from the humans when he came to Earth* Matyo took a breath in *He named it after Suri's pet name. Angel of the Dragon. His second attack was also named for her pet name. He loved her very much, I can say with utter confidence.*

Gohan nodded. He knew how much he loved his own sensei and father. Piccolo and Goku were very dear to him, and he knew the pain of loss of his own father. But he hadn't let it make him cry for years...

Tears streamed down Gohan's cheek in remembrance of his father. Son Goku had been more than a father to him. He'd been a friend, a sensei, an older brother, someone to look up to when he was down...

He looked down at little Goten, the one that looked up to him now. He would have to be strong around his brother at all costs...

He quickly wiped the tears away with vigor and made his step slightly stronger. Gohan's lip began to tremble again, but he bit it and pushed away thoughts of his father.

I snapped my gaze to Gohan. I'd heard the change in his step. The red in his eyes and his bitten lip told me he'd been crying.

I forced myself to stop as well. Crying was foolish now. For the weak and wary along the path of life.

I smiled at my brothers. Yes, I had to be strong, for their sake. My brothers needed a person of authority to look upon, someone they could depend upon.

We finally reached our destination. There were places identical to this all over the world and we traveled to a new one each day so that Cell and Frieza would have a harder time trying to get to us.

"I hope Father is okay," I said as we entered the house. It was identical to the old.

"Why are you running from them?" Gohan asked as we entered the living room.

"In hopes of getting stronger with your help," I answered, "They've been doing this to us for years. We've trained as much as we could without our grandparents around and without Father, but it's useless. We couldn't get much stronger than a normal human could after extreme training. We did the same things that Goku and Krillin did as kids."

"Why didn't you fight?" Goten asked.

"We weren't anywhere near strong enough to fight them," Matyo said glumly, "Even you two need a few more years of training before you could hope to match those two. We had hoped you'd be enough, but you're not."

"So, they're stronger than we are?" Gohan asked in surprise.

"Yes, does this surprise you?" I asked in amusement, "Because all of your enemies started out that way. And the minute they finish with this dimension, they'll go straight to yours. We've seen it happen but didn't think they'd come here first."

"Wait, wait, wait," Gohan said with his finger pointed at my nose, "Are you saying you've seen us before? Exactly how do you know about all of this stuff?" He stood poised in the corner with a wide smirk of triumph on his face.

"Davis, why don't you show him the tapes?" I asked glumly, "I'll go start dinner." Davis nodded happily and put "Perfect Cell: Defeated." into the VCR.

"Stand by for Dragonball Z!" The announcer introduced the far too familiar line, "Coming next!"

The intro began to play.

I poked my head to get a look at Gohan and Goten's faces. A wide grin spread across my face when I saw Gohan's jaw drop.

"Th-That's me!" he stuttered, "When I beat Cell! And that's Cell! And there's the others!"

"Ka-Me-Ha-Me..." I heard Gohan power up his most trusted attack on the screen.

"Ka-Me-Ha-Me..." Cell's voice quickly copied. I shook my head sadly and walked into the kitchen.

"Now, Gohan!" I heard Goku's booming voice land quietly on my sensitive ears. Then I heard the most astonishing sound I'd ever heard.

Gohan's feet pounding the ground at lightning speed past me out the back door. I felt his ki begin to fade.

"Mom!" I shouted, "I'm going after him!"

"Okay, Suri, you come back with him, okay?" she shouted recognition.

"Yeah, yeah." I raced out the door and after Gohan's retreating ki. I felt it out and figured he was running. I took off flying and raced for his ki signature as fast as I could.

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I am SOO sorry I didn't get this out sooner! Please, read and review and tell me how bad a girl I was not to type anymore of this for three months! I'll type more soon and update! CYA!

Angel of the Dragon