Whoa, three chapters in one update! Kewl! Well, here it is...now the place where I took these chapters is blank, so I gotta type some more! See ya next time!

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Chapter 4: First Sighting

My heart went to my throat when I saw where I was. The inside of Capsule Corp was just as I had always imagined it. My legs felt like rubber as I stepped off the platform I stood upon. I stared down at my hands. They were a strange tint. Darker than my normal skin, and yet it looked unreal, as though I were...

"I'm a cartoon!" I shrieked. I looked all over my body, trying to figure it out. I had a tail, white and furry. My hair was shoulder-length now, but I could see that it was black. The way I'd always wanted it. I saw someone staring at me from a window of some sort and screamed in fright, but soon realized it was only my reflection. I looked like Gohan when he had the long hair.

Then I saw what I was wearing. It was a skin-tight scuba-gear type outfit, dark blue, my tail coming out of a hole in the back. My feet collapsed under me and my world went black for the second time.

Trunks got to the transport room just in time to catch Angel while she fainted dead away once more. Her bodysuit was extremely tight, as was his own, but Bulma hadn't figured out how to transport loose clothing, so she put an automatic dresser on it so people wouldn't end up naked in the room or wherever they were going otherwise.

"Well, Angel," Trunks sighed as he hefted her limp body completely into his arms, "You sure got a lot to learn." He brought her head up to rest on his chest so her head wouldn't dangle over the edge of his arm. She stirred in her slumber but became still once again. After bringing her arms across her chest in a protective and childish fashion, curling herself into a tiny ball in his arms. She looked so frail and innocent...there was just no way to see that this girl was Goku's half-sister.

He sighed and carried her to the laboratory, where the Z fighters and close relatives waited anxiously for his return, as well as Angel.

"Trunks!" Bulma said with tears in her eyes, "I was so worried!" She hugged him awkwardly around Angel and looked down at her next. "What happened?"

"She fainted," Trunks said grimly, "From what I've seen, she's pretty shy and modest. And am I ever glad!"

"Why?" Gohan asked.

"She changed into her pajamas with me in the room," Trunks said with a blush, "She put her nightgown over her clothes." The others blinked in surprise. "And it seems she can't really do much in front of people...she just had a music test and failed it miserably because the others were watching her."

"Well, no matter," Chi-chi said, "She's here now, and that's all that matters. I can't believe this, I had a sister-in-law this whole time!"

"Think how Grandpa Bardock feels," Goten joked.

"Not to mention dad," Gohan added as he looked to his father, who had been granted his life again when he'd beaten the Grand Kai in a spar. (Yes, he legally beat Pikkon in my story, and then the Grand Kai.)

"Yeah!" Goku agreed, "Wow, she sure is little."

"Oh, you!" Bulma laughed and punched his arm playfully, though she knew it wouldn't hurt. She turned serious as she saw the way that the tiny little girl was curled in Trunks' arms. "Come on, let's get her to the infirmary." She led Trunks out of the room and they settled her into a bed.

"She looks so much like Goku," Bulma said with a smile, "And yet so different."

"Know what you mean, Mom," Trunks smirked, "She's so scrawny." Bulma looked wary of him for only a moment before he asked, "What?"

"I don't like when you get that smirk on your face, Trunks Briefs," She told him, her face stern, "Are you planning something, boy?"

"Mmm," Trunks looked thoughtful while tapping his chin, "Yes."

"And what, I'm afraid to ask, are you planning?" she said, her voice tight with distraught.

"That's my little secret, mother dear," he teased and raced out of the room, faster than poor Bulma could think. She turned to Angel's bed and sighed.

"What will I do with that boy?" she asked with a sigh, "It's been so much time since he was like this, it's like he shrank back to an eight-year-old." She walked over to the sink and soaked a cloth in cool water, which she placed on Angel's forehead. "Whatever he's planning, it has something to do with you." She sighed again and sat down beside Angel's bed, waiting for Goku's little half-sister to awaken from her noticeably fitful sleep.