I bet you all thought I forgot about this story! Well, fear not, for I had just let it simmer in its own juices...yeah, that's the ticket. Also, a itty bitty bit of writer's block helped stall it, as well. But I think I have a good idea for the next couple of chapters. *grin* Anyway, enjoy the chapter. It's quite long...to make up for the lateness of it. The really really really really lateness of it. *grin* Gie-chan


Disclaimer: The characters within belong to the ever-blessed Toriyama
Akira, and lots of companies that I prefer not to name. The characters I
dream and give life are mine.

Timeline: This little dream of mine takes place after the end of
DBZ--but I am disregarding DB-GT. I do not care for that plot-line, so I
will not use it. Writer's prerogative, ne?
Yosei--Chapter Four

Inside, Bulma took a seat in front of a wall of television screens. She
quickly pushed a few buttons . "Trunks said the last time he looked in on
the pod was at midnight, ne? So let's go from there."

Almost all of the screens turned off, leaving one large monitor lit.
The image shown was dim--only the pulsing light from the pod gave the
room illumination.

They watched it for a few minutes, but nothing happened. "Onna,
this is boring," Vejiita grumbled, a dark scowl crossing his face.

She sighed and nodded. "Hai, I'll fast forward it a bit." She
pressed a button, and the blinking light increased its speed.

She stopped it and played the recorded image once again. It was
obvious that the light was flashing at a higher pace, and with an increased
intensity. Both leaned close and watched the screen intently.

"It's cracking."

Bulma paused the screen, freezing the image. "Where? How can
you tell?"

"Right there. Down the middle." Vejiita traced a finger down the
center of the pod.

"Hmm. Let me play it again."

The image became brighter as the crack grew larger and more
defined. They watched in silence as the pod split open, as if opening along
a seam.

Both blinked a few times as a searing light flooded the room,
blinding them and the camera. "Dende! What in the hell is that thing?"
Bulma swore, rubbing her eyes to remove the spots.

When she could see again, the screen was completely dark. Fiddling
with a few knobs lightened the monitor, but not by much. "Did you see
anything?"

He grunted, eyes riveted to the screen. "Light. I saw light. But
nothing emerged from the..." He trailed off, and his finger trailed the
pod's length. "Look."

Within the darkness of the lab, something moved.

Bulma held her breath as she watched the shadowy figure emerge
from the two halves of the pod. The lack of light didn't give the mated
pair much opportunity to see many details of the emerged creature, but it
was definitely humanoid. Two legs, two arms, head, torso--all the normal
body parts.

Vejiita let out a grunt. "Male."

Bulma glanced over at him. "Nani? How can you tell?"

"Flat chest," he pointed at the screen. "Male."

Her eyes widened slightly. "Oh my, he is male isn't he? Bra was
right." Vejiita just grunted.

They watched carefully as the male humanoid creature stumbled
around the room, clearly disoriented. Bulma sucked in a breath when he
ran into a tray of tools and fell over on top of it.

The male staggered into a standing position once again, frozen in
place. He bent forward, his attention on his leg. With a jerk, he threw his
head back, arched his back, and disappeared.

The two observers were silent for a full minute in shock. Then
Bulma came to her senses and sputtered out, "Nani? Where in the hell did
he go?" She reached forward and rewound the tape. "I'll put it in slow
motion."

Vejiita and Bulma both stared as they watched the creature
stumble, and get back up. Bulma sucked in a breath when she realized
what he bent over for. "Look, Vejiita." She pointed at the creature's leg.
"He hurt himself." They both watched as the creature yanked something
out of his thigh, and then throwing it away as if it burned his hand. He
then stood up, arched his back and slowly disappeared. Again.

She sat back, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Did he
teleport? Like Goku-kun's Shinkan Idou?"

Vejiita shook his head. "Iie. This was magic." He stared at the
screen. "Rewind it again."

She did so, and as they watched it again, Vejiita hit the pause
button. "Look. What do you see?" He pointed to the area behind his back.

She stared hard at the frozen image of the humanoid male arching
his back. "Air--there's nothing behind him." She glanced at her husband.
"Why? What do you see?"

"Wings." He grunted. "He has wings. They flickered slightly
before he disappeared."

Bulma stared at the monitor again as she hit play. She shook her
head as she watched the male disappear once more. "Gomen. I saw
nothing." She leaned back in her chair and let out a frustrated breath.
"But what is he? And where did he go?" A thought came to her and she
stood, her back ramrod straight. "Wings? He had wings?" Vejiita nodded,
scowling. "Oh, Dende, where's Bra?" She bolted out of the room, leaving
Vejiita alone in the security room.

He rewound the tape once more and watched it carefully. This
time, when the humanoid male disappeared, a definite sparkle was seen as
he slowly disintegrated from view. "Definitely magic."

~~Somewhere inside Capsule Corp~~

Pain.

Alone.

Iron.

Alone.

Humans.

Alone.

Why am I awake?

He closed his eyes, as he sat huddled in a storage closet, his hand
clutched at his leg where blood leaked slowly through his fingers. The
wound made by the iron object was beginning to close up, but he was still
very weak, and unable to lend any healing magicks to help the process
along. If only I had my pouch...

He opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness
of the room he hid in. Dark green orbs the color of summer leaves
surveyed his surroundings. He spied a cloth of some sort and reached for
it with his free hand. He brought it close, and sniffed at it, but only
detected dust--no harmful magicks present. He slowly removed his
bloodied hand and tied the cloth around his wound, letting it soak up the
remaining blood.

He sat there in the dark room, gathering his wits about him.
Where am I? The last thing he remembered before he woke up in that
cold human room was...well...going to sleep. Being sealed in the protective
casing.

With the others.

Where are the others? The male concentrated, trying to sense the
surrounding area for familiar magicks. But all he got was a headfull of
pain. Cursed metal. It's everywhere. He was unable to penetrate the iron
casing of the building he found himself in when he woke up. But he was
also weak from being in statsis for so long. He barely managed to pull off
the teleporting spell earlier.

Alone.

Not one brother. Or sister. Or kin.

No one.

If he was alone, then were the others? If he remembered right,
there were almost thirty brothers and sisters with him in the saferoom
when they went into voluntary statsis. But this wasn't the saferoom--this
metal-lined, human-crowded building was not where he went to sleep.

His head jerked up when he heard voices outside the room he hid
within. He shrank farther into the corner, trying to be as inconspicuous as
possible. The door handle turned slightly, but was released as the voices
moved on, and the area became silent once again.

He let out a gust of air, not realizing he held it in the first place.
Got to get away. Must find the others. He ran his hands over his face,
trying to think why he was here. This wasn't the saferoom. That was
obvious.

But why am I awake? Was it time to wake up? Had it actually
been that long? The magicks in the room were to have woken us up when it
was time...when it was safe to come out. But it was obvious that it was not
safe. There were too many humans still around. And the wound in his leg
was testament to the fact that iron was still abundant.

I'll find no answers just sitting here. He stood and moved to leave,
but stumbled, for his injured leg still throbbed painfully. Slowly he opened
the door and peeked outside. No one was in the corridor. Silently he
closed the door behind him and moved through the halls, keeping to the
shadows.

He moved as quickly as possible, trying to find a way out of this
human-made death trap. As he roamed through the twisted corridors, he
recognized his own energies, when he was in the building earlier, when he
first woke up. He paused in front of a door; his presence was
concentrated here--and he had used magicks. He opened it slowly,
checking to see if anyone was within. When the coast was clear, he stole
inside.

He glanced around, recognizing the decor. This was where he had
appeared when he used his teleporting spell. He moved into the adjoining
room and glanced at the neatly made bed. This is her sleeping quarters.
The child that he encountered. He smelled the air, noting the scent of the
small female child permeated the room, along with three other smells--one
human adult female, more than likely the child's mother; and two
males--but they weren't human. One of the male's scents was strong--very
strong, and very alien to his nose. He was here recently. The other male
had a slight scent of human--like the female child's, but also had the scent
of the unidentified male.

He touched the material of the bed and smiled slightly. He has
tried to search for others but had entered the child's dreams by mistake.
She was a cute little thing--purple hair up in a tail on top of her head,
bright blue eyes that took in every detail of her surroundings. She
seemed surprised to see him when he approached her, but was willing
enough to let him use her as a conduit to reach his kin. But he was
surprised once again when he saw the end result--she had a long, brown,
furry tail.

None of the children that he had played with in their dreams had a
tail. But she didn't seemed surprised about it. She even looked excited to
see it--as if she had lost it some time ago, and was happy to have it back.
But it was of no consequence. They had romped and played with the
others they had found in her dreamscape. He had asked the others if
they knew of his kin's whereabouts--if they had known of their awakening,
but he found no answers. They didn't even know of his and his kin's
stasis.

But he had no time to think on that now. Right now he needed some
real answers. But the problem was, where was he going to find them?
Maybe he needed to start at the beginning--where it all began. The room
that held his stasis cocoon. There might be some clue to his awakening
there. And maybe--just maybe some idea of where his other kin could be.

And his mate.

He let out a large sigh and left the little female's quarters to steal
down the halls again. Searching for some solid answers.

*************

Bulma ran through the halls, eyes wide with fright for her child.
Her head whipped back and forth as she passed open doors. "Oh,
Dende--Bra--you were talking about him the entire time weren't you? And
we weren't listening. I just hope that you're all right..."

She burst through the dining room doors. "Bra? Bra? Daijobou?"

The purple-haired Saiya-jiin female glanced up from her food.
"Mama?"

Bulma let out a shuddering breath and collapsed on the floor next
to her chair. She pulled Bra into her embrace and hugged her hard to her
chest. "Thank Kami."

Bra blinked a few times, and wormed her way out of her mother's
clutches. "I was eating, Mama!"

"And you know better than to interrupt a Saiya-jiin at meal time,
Onna." Vejiita entered the kitchen, seating himself back down at the
table. He glanced down at his plate and frowned. "You ate my meat, gaki."

Bra blinked innocently at her father. "But I didn't know if you were
coming back."

"Hn." He gave her a long stare and grabbed a chunk off her own
and resumed eating his meal.

Bulma sighed and took a sip of now cold coffee, wincing at the
taste. "B-chan, can you tell us more about your dream?"

"The one I had last night?"

"Hai. The one in the forest, ne?"

Bra nodded enthusiastically. "It was night-time, and I was walking
through a forest. It reminded me of the forest by Goten-niichan and
Pan-chan's house. I wasn't scared or anything," she clarified quickly,
giving her father a quick glance. He just snorted and continued eating.

"Of course not, B-chan," Bulma assured her. "So you were walking
through the woods..."

She nodded. "I was walking through the woods and I heard
someone laugh behind me..."

~~Bra's Dream Sequence~~

Bra blinked a few times and glanced around at the forest that
surrounded her. Large, leafy trees blocked out most of the moon's light,
making the shadows seem large and deep. She swallowed hard and
continued down the path that she seemed to be following. But as she got
deeper and deeper into the forest, the lighter it became, giving her more
and more confidence as she traveled down the dirt road she walked upon.
Soon, she forgot about her worries and started to hum a nonsensical song,
and skipping down the path.

She stopped in front of a patch of small blue flowers. "Mama would
like these!" She helped herself to a handful, clutching them close as she
smelled the calming scent they gave off. She continued down the path,
skipping merrily along.

Soon, the path widened and opened up to a rather large clearing,
where, in the center of a bare patch, rested a large statue of a man. This
man was staring out into the horizon, one hand reaching out, as the other
clutched at the long flowing cape that seemed to ripple behind him in a
still breeze. Bra walked around the statue, examining it intently. There
were spots that seemed to be falling apart, for it was not a new statue--it
had been there for awhile.

She sat down on the stone foot of the statue, sitting upon the large
boots, so she would not get her green short-set dirty. She smelled the
flowers in her hand again, and gave a little sigh. "What a boring forest! I
didn't even see any animals!"

A deep chuckle sounded behind her. "And what would you like to
happen, little mortal?"

Bra jumped, startled. She stood quickly and turned around fast,
crouching slightly. "Who's there? Show yourself!"

The laughter came from the other side of the statue again, and Bra
ran around to intercept it. "Do you really want to see me, little mortal?"

"Don't make me mad!" She growled under her breath, eyes darting
around trying to find the origin of the unknown voice.

"And why would I want to make such a brave little girl mad?" Bra
leaned back, and looked up, letting out a yip in surprise. There, perched on
top of the statue's head, was a man.

Bra studied him closely. He seemed rather large, much bigger than
she. He was rather muscular, but not as thick as her Papa or brother.
More lean than bulky. The outfit he wore consisted of a dark green tunic
and earth-brown britches that came just past his knees. Soft fur covered
his feet. As she watched him stare back at her, dancing emerald-green
eyes peeked out from behind a shaggy dark-brown mane of hair. The most
interesting thing about him, though, were the finely tapered ears that
came to a soft point. She hadn't seen ears like that on a human, only on...

Bra blinked a few times. "Who are you? How'd you get up there?
You weren't there before!"

The man nodded, a smile making the corners of his eyes crinkle.
"My, you are an inquisitive one. But you're right. I wasn't here before. But
I am now." His smile got bigger as he leaned forward slightly, and rested
his chin on his palm. "And what are you doing down there? How'd you get
into this forest?"

She shrugged her small shoulders. "I don't know. I think I'm
dreaming right now, so that makes it okay for me to be here." She
frowned slightly. "But if this is my dream, then how did you get in it?"

He nodded, thinking. That would make sense. I must have brought
you in here with me when I tried contacting the others. He raised his
voice slightly. "You're a very smart little girl. Not many realize when they
are dreaming, and when they are awake. So, tell me, little dreamer, what's
your name?"

Bra shook her head. "My Papa says never talk to strangers by
yourself. Only if he or Mama or Trunks-oniichan or Goten-oniichan or
Gohan-san or Videl-san or Ojiichan or Obabachan or..."

The strange man waved his hands wildly. "Oi! I get the picture!
Yeesh." He stood up and stretched, arching his back and throwing his
arms into the air. "Wow, it feels like I've been sleeping in a ball for eons!"
He jumped up and down a few times, all the while keeping perfect balance
on the statue's head. "Look out below," he called out.

Bra gave him some jumping room and watched wide-eyed as a set of
large wings sprang from his back. The two wings were styled after a
butterfly; blue with yellow dots and black trim. One yellow dot on each
wing seemed to look like a big eye staring at you. He flapped them
experimentally, and with a small leap, circled around the statue and
eventually setting down in front of the astonished Bra. He gave his back a
shake, and with a puff of dust, the wings disappeared. "I guess I must
introduce myself first, then." He bowed low, sweeping an arm out in a
grand fashion. "My name, little dreamer, is Gallifrey." He stood back up
and handed her a cluster of pink roses.

The female Saiya-jiin grinned wide and accepted the flowers,
adding them to her bouquet of bluebells. "Konban wa, Gallifrey-san.
Watashi wa Briefs Bura Vejiita, desu." She bowed as best as possible,
making allowance for her handful of flowers. "But everyone calls me Bra,
or B-chan." She extended her free hand in friendship.

Gallifrey knelt down so he was eye level with her, shaking her hand
warmly. "It's good to meet you, Briefs Bura Vejiita." He eyed her
critically. "Japanese, ne?" She nodded. "So, can you talk to me now,
musouka?"

She raised an eyebrow and gave him a good once-over. "Well, I
guess. But first you have to explain to me why you have wings--and why
your ears look like Piccolo-san's." Her eyes widened. "Are you from
Nameksei? But your skin's not green, and you have no atennae.." She
backed up a pace warily.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I know not of a Piccolo-san, or of a
place called Nameksei. So I'd have to say no to that. Some of my kin do
have a green tint to their skin, but I do not. But," he smirked and arched
his back and his wings sprouted once again, "I was born with wings and
tapered ears. My kind are called Elven." He flapped the wings several
times, and a sparkly glitter fell through the air behind him.

"Sugoi!" Bra breathed, her blue eyes riveted to the colorful
membranes. She reached forward, but jerked her hand back quickly. "Can
I touch them?"

"Can you be gentle?" His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Hai, Gallifrey-san," Bra nodded seriously. He nodded and turned
around. Bra gently reached out and brushed her fingers across the
delicate membranes. "They're so soft--like velvet."

Gallifrey squirmed slightly. "They're also very ticklish."

Bra giggled and glanced at her fingers, which were covered in the
same glitter she saw earlier. "What's this, Gallifrey-san?"

He turned around and she held out her fingers for inspection. He
took ahold of her wrists and stared hard at her appendages, turning them
around and bringing them close so he could smell them. He glanced up at
her with a serious expression. "They look like fingers to me."

Bra giggled again. "You're silly, Gallifrey-san." She wiggled her
fingers. "I meant on them!"

"Ah!" he smiled at her. "That is Elven magick."

"Magic?" her eyes were wide with curiosity. "Honto?"

He nodded, releasing her hands. "Yes, magick. The Elven are
magically inclined creatures, musouka."

"But Mama said that magic wasn't real. That it is all was ill...ill..." her
face scrunched up, trying to think of the right word. "Elusive?"

Gallifrey let out a large roar of laughter, throwing his head back in
mirth. "No, little dreamer, not elusive, although magicks are usually rather
elusive to adults." He smiled at her confusion. "Your mama probably meant
illusions, or tricks of the eyes and mind." He stepped back slightly, and
cocked his head to the side. "Would you like to see an example of my
magick, musouka?"

She nodded excitedly. "Oh, yes! That would be wonderful!"

He rubbed his hands together. "Now, what could I do? I
could...create a rain shower?" Bra scrunched her face up and shook her
head rather hard. "No? I guess that would be rather unnecessary. And
rather wet. I could.." he glanced around and spied the clutch of flowers in
her hand. "I could change the colors of the flowers in your hand?" Bra
blinked at him. "No? Well!" He threw his hands up into the air. "Then I'll
guess I have to go all out!"

Gallifrey closed his eyes, placed a hand on Bra's head, and started
to chant: "Little dreamer, in clothes of green
This is how you are seen.
But be seen no more in human guise--
For now you are Elven-wise!"


Bra had closed her eyes when she felt a soft tingling sensation
spread from where Gallifrey's hand rested on her head to the tips of her
toes.

"Open your eyes, musouka. Now do you believe my magicks are
illusion?"

When she opened her eyes, she was completely baffled. "What did
you do, Gallifrey-san? It tingled a little bit, but then it stopped." She
turned her expressive blue eyes up to him in question.

She blinked again. The Elven wasn't as tall as he used to be. "Did
you shrink yourself?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "No, nothing happened to me, little
dreamer. Or should I say big dreamer?" He waved a hand in front of her
and a large hand mirror hung in the air.

But when she looked into it, she did not see the six-year old
Saiya-jiin halfling. What she saw was her mother. Or early pictures of
her mother. Long, willowy legs gave rise to a tiny waist and--a chest. Bra
snatched the mirror up, pulling it closer for a better inspection. Full lips
were parted in shock, as crystalline blue eyes were wide in surprise. "I
look like Mama..." Her fingers ran over her newly grown features, and
found to her surprise slim, tapered ears. "What did you do to me,
Gallifrey-san?"

The Elven had a gentle smile on his face. "I lent you some of my
magick, dreamer. This is what you would look like if you were of Elven kin.
Your mother is a beautiful woman. And to be honest," he sighed softly,
"you are a beautiful fae, Briefs Bura Vejiita."

Bra blinked a few times and blushed at the compliment. "Arigatou,
Gallifrey-san." She handed him back the mirror, which disappeared the
second it left her fingers. "But what is...fae?" Her blue orbs stared deep
into green gems.

"Fae is another name for my kin--sort of a generalized term. Like
Humans. There are many types of fae--and of all different shapes, sizes,
and colors." Bra nodded, understanding. "You also have a word in your
language--Yosei, I believe."

Bra nodded again. "I thought so." She glanced down, smiling at the
change of clothes. Her once green short set was now a long, flowing dress,
a light green on the outside, but the inner folds of the skirt were a
lavender that matched the shade of her hair. She moved around, twirling
the flowy material around her legs, but stopped suddenly, whipping her
head around. "I have wings!" She craned her head, trying to get a better
look at them. "Kawaii!" They were fairly large, butterfly-type, colored
purple with green splotches. She waved them back and forth with a laugh.

Bra turned back around and glanced at her new friend. "This is
fun!" But her cheerful and exuberant nature dulled slightly when she saw
the look of shock on Gallifrey's features. "Nani? Is something wrong,
Gallifrey-san?"

"Well," he blinked and moved behind her. "I've just never seen..."

She let out a yip. "Ite! Don't pull!" She glared over her shoulder,
doing her father proud. "Do you want me to pull on your tail?"

Tail.

Bra smirked and pulled the newly grown brown-furred appendage
out of his limp grasp. "Yatta! My tail grew back!"

Gallifrey glanced at her, surprised at her reaction. "I didn't mean
to give you a tail, Bra. Although I have the faintest idea why you have one,
since Elven don't have tails." He furrowed his eyebrows, thinking hard.

Bra laughed and shook her head. "That's okay! I'm supposed to
have one, but Papa and Mama removed it when I was born, so I don't go
Oozaru." She swished it back and forth, a pleased beam radiating from
her face. "I always wanted to have a tail."

"You're supposed to have it?" She nodded and let it curl around her
waist. "But humans don't have tails..." he trailed off, confused. Have
they evolved that much since I've been sleeping?

"But Saiya-jiin do." She pointed out.

Gallifrey glanced up at the unfamiliar word. "Saiyan?"

She shook her head. "Sigh-yah-zgen." She smirked. "Papa gets
mad when it's pronounced wrong."

The Elven blinked a few times. "Well, if you know where it came
from, then that's okay with me. So," he let out a large gust of air and
gave her a grin. "would you like to come with me and meet some of my kin?
That's where I was headed before you popped into my forest."

Bra threw him a glare. "Your forest? I thought this was *my
dream.*"

"Well, it is," a small sweatdrop slid down his temple. "But the
presence of my magicks has drawn your dream-state into my reality, when
I was searching for my kin."

Bra blinked a few times. "Nandemo." She set her shoulders. "So,
where are they? What are they like?"

A big smile drew across the Elven's face as he held out a hand,
which she grasped. "Well, little dreamer, my brethren are wonderful.
There is almost always something to do, or something going on. And where
we're going there should be many of my kin." He fluttered his wings, Bra
mimicking him, and the two lifted up in the air. "We are going to a dance."

"Dance?"

He nodded. "Tonight marks the first night of a Solstice party. So
everyone's celebrating."

They flew through the skies for a bit, talking amicably and getting
to know each other better. The came up to a large clearing where a crowd
of assorted creatures were dancing, playing instruments, talking and
laughing up a storm.

They touched down, and moved into the clearing, where they were
greeted immediately by a small female, wearing a sift of light blue gauze.
She had a large shock of flower-adorned navy-blue hair that curled around
paper-thin dragonfly wings. "Welcome! Come join in the Solstice
festivities!"

Gallifrey bowed in greeting. "That's very kind and generous of you.
We were just passing through and would love to join in the celebration."

The female smiled back. "We always welcome a new face. I'm
Cetrine."

"You're a most gracious host, Cetrine. I am Gallifrey, and my lovely
friend here is Bra." The female in question nodded and smiled.

Cetrine glanced at Gallifrey. "She is mortal, is she not?"

He nodded. "Yes, she is, but by my mistake she wandered into the
forest. So I am looking after her until moonset."

The blue fae smiled and nodded to Bra. "Welcome Bra-child. Your
presence shall make the evening even brighter. Come, join in the dance." She lead
them into the thick of the circle.

Bra pulled on Gallifrey's sleeve self-consciously. "Am I not
supposed to be here? But I thought this was my dream."

He patted her hand reassuringly. "Do not worry, little dreamer.
You are dreaming, yes, but this is a different reality, not accessible by
normal humans. You are here by my magick, although I yet know how you
entered this world." He smiled at her confusion. "And yes, you are
welcome here. Go on, join in the dance."

She glanced at him one more time and made shooing gestures.
"Have fun while you are here, musouka. Not many mortals get a chance to
join in a fae circle."

Soon, after Cetrine introduced her to some others, the party
moved into full swing. Brea fit in perfectly, looking every part a natural
fae, dancing, laughing and twirling the night away. Sometimes in a large
group, and other times just content to watch the others weave intricate
patterns around each other. Gallifrey would join in every once in a while,
usually at the insistence of Bra, but mainly he stayed to the side, talking
with the other fae.

After a particularly fast dance with a creature that was part man,
part goat, Bra collapsed next to Gallifrey, who was sitting by himself on a
large flat rock on the boundaries of the circle. "Are you having fun, little
dreamer?"

She nodded happily. "Hai, very much so. Your brethren have been
really nice and kind." She let out a gust of air. "And they know how to
dance! I don't think I've ever danced this much, ever!"

"Yes, that they do," he chuckled. "One thing that each fae knows
how to do is have fun. Although some have different ideas on how to have
fun." His smile diminished slightly, and turned sad. "The night is waning,
musouka."

She nodded, letting a small sigh escape. "It's time for me to wake
up, ne?" She turned to him, her blue eyes questioning. "Will I remember
this night, Gallifrey-san?" She paused. "Will I remember you?"

Gallifrey ran a hand through her thick purple locks, tucking a strand
behind her tapered ear. "Do you want to remember, Briefs Bura Vejiita?"

She nodded, smiling. "Hai! I had a lot of fun tonight. And why
would I want to forget a friend?"

His smile turned happy once again. "And so you will not, little
dreamer." He pulled her down into his lap, her head rested on a muscled
thigh. His fingers trailed though her long hair gently. "Now, close your
eyes, dreamer, and when you open them once more, you will be back in your
own existence."

She sighed, enjoying his touch. "I'm glad I got to meet you,
Gallifrey-san. I hope to see you again, someday."

"I hope to see you again, as well, little dreamer. Now, sleep." And
with a wide yawn, Bra closed her eyes and fell asleep in the Elven's lap.

Cetrine quietly came up alongside Gallifrey. "We wore the little
mortal out?" She smiled at the sleeping girl.

"Hmm. Slightly." Gallifrey smirked. He rested his hand on Bra's
forehead and closed his eyes. "Little dreamer sleeping sound
Into dreamland you are bound.
For when you awake and stir
This night will not be a blur." A soft glow started to surround the Saiya-jiin-Yosei. "But now the night is at an end
And the sun is round the bend
When you wake up in the morn,
Be once again in mortal form."


"And then I woke up in my bed, normal Bra-size, and came down to
breakfast." Bra finished with a loud sigh. She glanced at her parents, who
were staring at her intently.

"That was some dream, B-chan," Bulma finally muttered, running a
hand through her hair. "What did you think, Vejiita?"

Throughout her entire tale, Vejiita was trying to picture the events
she was saying. He stood and moved over to Bra. "Stand up, gaki." He
patted the chair.

Bra frowned, but did as she was told. "Hai, Papa." She stood on her
chair and faced him. "What now?"

He leaned close to her, and sniffed. "You smell of Magic, Bra." He
glanced at Bulma. "She is telling the truth." Vejiita opened his arms and
she jumped into his embrace. "The Yosei was named what?"

"Gallifrey. I wish he was really here, Papa." She leaned her head on
his shoulder. "I miss him."

He just grunted. "Hmm. That wish may come true sooner than
you..." He grabbed Bra's waist and stood her up on the chair once more.
"Show it to me."

"What are you talking about, Papa?"

He crossed his arms. "Now."

Bulma frowned. "What are you talking about, Vejiita? Show
what...oh my!" As Bulma was talking, Bra revealed her secret.

A brown furry tail waved slowly back and forth from underneath
her red skirt.

Bra turned pleading eyes to her mother. "Don't cut it off, Mama! I
want to keep it! Onegai!"

"Bra-chan, we just got the moon back." She let out a shuddering
sigh. "What if you go Oozaru?"

Vejiita grunted. "It won't be removed, Bra, so stop your whining."
Bulma was about to protest, but was cut off with a glare. "If she goes
Oozaru, there are enough people to control her, or if need be, cut the tail
off." He gave his estatic daughter a meaningful glance. "Understand?"

She jumped into his arms again, wrapping her small arms around his
neck. "Arigatou, Papa!! Aishiteru!" She pecked him on the cheek.

Bulma sighed. "Fine. I see I can't win on this one." She moved
closer, and stroked the furry appendage softly. Bra sighed and closed her
eyes, leaning her head against her father's shoulder, falling asleep quickly.

"Now I see why you said something about keeping their tails while
they were infants." Bulma smirked. "That trick would have been very
useful at three a.m."

"Che." He shifted Bra in his arms, the newly acquired tail wrapping
around his wrist automatically. He stared at it for a moment before
sighing loudly.

Bulma nodded to him, and they went to lie her down in her room
again. "So she was telling the truth?"

Vejiita set the sleeping Bra down in her bed, pulling the covers over
her. "Hn. She was. It was too vivid to be a dream. And her tail makes it
fact."

"Do you think that the creature in the pod is this Yosei?" Bulma sat
on the edge of the bed.

"More than likely. Bra described him with wings, and it is more than
coincidence that the pod creature had them as well." He glanced around
the room, his sharp nose scrunched up. "Someone was in here recently."

"Nani? Who?"

He set his eyes on Bra, who was curled into a ball under the covers.
"Him. That Yosei, Gallivant or whatever his name was. Her
dream-creature. The scent is the same Magic as on Bra."

Bulma glanced around quickly. "He was? Where'd he go?" She
stared hard at Vejiita. "Can't you use your ki senses or whatever to find
him?" An arm snaked around her chest. "I don't like the idea of some
magical dream creatures just wandering around here."

"There are too many pathetic human ki mulling around the building
to distinguish it." He grunted and turned out the door. "I will make a
round of the buildings. But then I'm training." His gaze flashed to Bra.
"Send her out to the gravity chamber when she wakes up."

Bulma nodded and turned her gaze back to her daughter. "What have you
gotten yourself involved in, B-chan?"
Ah...what has she gotten involved in? But now you know...or at least know what one of the pods are...but there are still three more left to open. Maybe next time, another will open, as well... Please review! I enjoy the comments. Gie-chan