"After the Sleeper Woke Up" - Chapter Seven Chapter Seven

Trunks couldn't help but notice that she was actually rather pretty clean.
Endive was about medium height, and she was slender and made of up lean muscle. Her figure was a little more boyish than buxom, but there was no mistaking her for a boy. She had a natural light tan and dark lips, and this went well with her short, black silver tipped hair. Her eyes were long and slanted, stormy silver grey in color, and her features were sharp and triangular, with a delicacy to them that made them pretty. Exotic, to say the least.
She sat down wordlessly after her shower and started eating the food Bulma had prepared for her. She had a good appetite, and was quick at eating, though not messy in the least. He didn't see one grain of the rice out of place.
Endive noticed him looking at her after a moment and lifted her brows at him in inquiry.
"You don't remember what you did to the tank, do you?" he asked.
She stared at him blankly, chewing slowly, apparently waiting for him to elaborate.
"We put you in a regeneration tank so you could heal. You broke out and tried to escape. Do you remember that at all?"
"No." She took a mouthful of rice. He continued to look at her, then she shrugged and said, "What? Nothing I can do about it now."
"Yeah, I guess not." He propped his chin on his hand and studied her for a minute before asking, "What were you doing on a parasitic ship?"
"They captured my ship and made the error of thinking they'd make me one of them."
"I see."
There was a long minute of silence. She had slowed quite a lot in her eating, seeming more thoughtful now than hungry. "Is your father still alive?"
He was a little taken back by the question. He hadn't expected it so soon. "Um. . . No. He was killed in a battle years ago. Almost all of the great fighters on Earth were."
"Earth. So that's the name of this place, is it?"
"Yeah."
"And you're presumably the only Saiya-jin left on this planet. Besides me, for the moment."
"Yeah."
"Mmm." Endive finished eating, then wiped her hands and stood up. The clothes Bulma had lent her were a good enough fit, if a little long in places. "I want to go to the ship. Now."