Hey, Hi! My name is Angel of the Dragon and I am the author of this fan fiction. First off, I do not own Dragonball Z or any of it's characters, they belong to Akira Toriyama and FUNimation productions.

This fiction is all about me. I start out in 3rd person, but pretty soon, I'll switch to Angel's point of view. Angel is an 8 year old girl that is being abused by her uncle. Though even she does not know it, she is a very special little girl.

Okay, Angel has black hair that is pretty long, actually going down to about her ankles. She has fiery blue eyes that change color if she is angry or sad. They go red if she's angry, green if she's sad.

Inside the little (...) I put authors notes. I don't use them often cause I don't want to interrupt my story, but they usually hold valuable information. On with the fiction!

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Chapter 1

Goten and Trunks raced through the streets of Satan city.

"Hey, Goten!" Trunks shouted towards the younger half-saiyan, "If you beat me, I'll give you two of my toys!" Goten's speed increased. He wanted those toys. And he was going to get them, even if he had to beat Trunks at a flat out run.

He dodged around the startled shoppers with expert ease. He laughed as he ducked under a car with lightning speed.

The store-owners were quite used to the dynamic duo's antics, but the tourists stared with overwhelming curiosity. Trunks laughed with glee.

"You'll never beat me, Goten!" he shouted back. Goten growled under his breath and increased his already incredible speed. He was gaining quickly on his purple haired friend. He grinned his traditional Son way as he began to catch up.

Trunks watched this with horror, and, without looking, increased his own speed. He toppled over mere seconds later.

Goten caught up quickly. The race was canceled silently due to negligence.

"Hey, I'm sorry," Trunks said as he picked up the girl he had knocked over.

"Why don't you watch where you're going, jerk?!" she shrieked at him, "There are other people here, you know!" Trunks blushed and rubbed the back of his head.(Aw, isn't that cute?)

"Sorry," he repeated.

"Yeah, sorry," Goten chimed in, not really having a clue why he was apologizing.(Does Goten ever have a clue about anything?!)

"It's okay," the girl smiled weakly, "I'm sorry for snapping at you. I'm just not in a great mood right now."

"Why not?" Goten asked. This confused him. The girl was not in a good mood? Why not, there's plenty of people around to be friends with.

Trunks shook his head at his younger companion's ignorance.

"My friend is a little slow," Trunks said apologetically, "My name's Trunks and this is Goten. What's your name?"

"Angel," She said with a smile, "So tell me, Trunks, why were you two racing through the marketplace as though there were a pack of wild wolves behind you?" She said it sweetly and was so conversational about it that Trunks had to laugh. Goten joined in because he didn't have a clue what was going on and Angel joined as well.

"Well, we were sort of having a race," Trunks answered her question, "Why don't you come with us? Mom can make us lunch." The girl's face suddenly fell. "What's wrong?"

"I don't have a mom," she said softly, "You're lucky."

"That's okay," Goten said with a grin, "I don't have a dad."

"I don't have one either," she said in a whispery tone.

"Who watches you, then?" Trunks asked.

"Angel?!" they heard a loud shout, obviously drunk, ring through the market.

"My uncle," she whimpered, "But I ran away! He's so mean to me, and almost never gives me any food." She cowered behind Trunks and whimpered again.

"Follow me," Trunks said grimly. He was willing to help anyone in need. They raced through the square, this time pausing for Angel to catch up.

"Hey, Angel!" they heard a shout. She squealed aloud as a man, obviously drunk, grabbed her from behind.

"Hey, leave her alone!" Trunks yelled at him. They were alone now, the market long behind. The woods surrounded them, deep and dark.

"No way, she's in my custody, kid," he growled at Trunks. He could barely see anything at all, let alone this boy who stood twenty meters from him.

Trunks leaped into the air and kicked the man lightly on the back of his neck. Though Trunks considered it very light, it was still a bit rough by human terms. The man crumpled to the ground like a puppet suddenly losing it's support strings.

Angel fell to the ground and ran a few steps, then turned to look at the man.

"What'd you do?" her breaths came short and ragged.

"I knocked him out. Come on!" Trunks grabbed her hand and led her quickly to Capsule Corp. As they raced for the Briefs/Vegeta residence, Trunks noticed the girl's ratty clothes. It was a muddy skirt, about mid-thigh length, but it was torn and patched in many places. It looked like it had never been washed before.

Her shirt was a little better, protected by the over-sized jacket she wore over herself. The jacket was light, however, and covered in dirt and grime, a sickening appearance indeed.

Her feet had no covering whatsoever, she ran on mud-caked feet that were nearly black. Many scars were all over the dog-type-padded feet and in some places she was bleeding.

He was shocked but kept his opinions to himself. He raced into the house and called for his mother.

"Mom!" Trunks shouted.

"What, Trunks?!" Bulma shouted as she entered the room, "Who's your new friend, Trunks?"

"This is Angel," Trunks said and began the story.

"So, you ran away from home?" Bulma asked when he was finished.

"Uncle is a mean man and he didn't give me any food and he beat me and...and," she broke down and collapsed onto the floor in sobs.

"Oh, you poor dear!" Bulma knelt down and picked the girl up, "Don't worry. I won't let your uncle abuse you anymore, okay?" Angel nodded and smiled a little bit. She wiped the tears from her eyes.

"What was your uncle's name?" Bulma asked her.

"He was called Matt Matyo," Angel said firmly, "He is my last living relative as far as I know."

"Okay, you stay here and play with Trunks and Goten, I'll be right back," Bulma smiled as she set the young girl down. She went to the phone and dialed the police department.

"Hello, Chief?" She said into the phone, "My son just brought a little girl into the house who says she's been abused by her uncle...His name is Matt Matyo and hers is Angel...Okay...Yes, thank you, Chief." She hung up the phone and knelt to Angel's side again.

"The police are coming over right now, okay? They're going to talk to you and ask you a whole lot of questions, okay? And you have to answer everything truthfully, all right?" Bulma smiled at the little girl.

"Okay!" Angel nodded readily. Her blue eyes reminded her a great deal of herself and Trunks but her hair was all too much like Chi-chi's. She looked a lot like Gohan's new girlfriend, Videl. She smiled as she saw the three of them play.

The knock at the door told her that the police had arrived.

She answered it.

"Officer Kidd, please, come in," she said, "And it's nice to see you again, Officer Hitomi." The two nodded and followed her in.

"We need to speak to the child alone, Mrs. Vegeta," Kidd said calmly.

"Okay, there's a relatively private room this way. Angel, come with us, okay?" she took the little girl's offered hand and took the cop and girl into the kitchen. She was lucky it wasn't lunch time for Vegeta yet.

She left the girl and Officer Kidd alone in the kitchen.

"So, Angel, is it?" He asked her kindly.

"Yes, my name is Angel Trinity Matyo," she answered firmly. She was determined to tell the whole truth this time without crying.

"Your uncle's name is Matt Matyo, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did he ever beat you?"

Tears stung at her eyes, but her voice held strong, "Yes. Almost every night."

"Did he give you proper food?"

"No, if he did, it was something the doggies wouldn't even eat," she choked a little, but held strong, "I had to hunt my own food."

"You hunt? What?"

"I hunted mostly little rabbits," she answered truthfully, "I am very fast. I break it's neck really fast, then cook it and eat it."

"Did your uncle ever sexually abuse you?" He asked it hesitantly.

The little Angel's eyes swelled up with tears that she refused to shed. She tried to hold her voice strong, "Yes."

Officer Kidd gulped hard. This was a hard case, one that he'd rarely seen himself.

"Do you know where your uncle is?" He asked.

"Well, he followed me and those two boys out of the market, but the purple-haired one knocked him out," she explained, "He's probably still there."

"Where do you live at, or used to live, I should say?" he asked it gently.

"3307 Kindred Road," she answered firmly. His eyes widened in shock and horror. "What?"

"That is the house where there have been numerous reports of animal cruelty," he said slowly, "I've been there several times, but I've never seen any evidence that anyone but Matyo lives there."

"He covers it up well, I think," she answered as best she could, "He says that I can't ever tell anyone, that his power over me is great enough that he can kill me from a distance. But look, I'm still here!" she jumped up and down with glee, "He lied! He can't kill me from far away like he said!"

"No, he can't, little Angel," Kidd said with a gentle smile, "Will you wait here for a moment, Angel?" She nodded and Kidd exited the room.

"What's wrong with her, Officer?" Bulma asked worriedly.

"I'm afraid she's suffered a case of child abuse not seen in these parts for quite some time," he said grimly, "Unfortunately, she has no where to go."

"What are you talking about?" Bulma said incredulously, "She can stay right here!"

"Are you quite certain that you want to take custody of her, Mrs. Vegeta?" He asked in a tired voice.

"Yes, of course!" Bulma answered with her hands on her hips, "And call me Bulma, Mrs. Vegeta is too informal."

"Angel!" Officer Kidd called to the little girl. She walked towards him shakily. "Little Angel, would you like to stay here?" Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Could I? Really?" She asked with her tiny hands clasped hopefully.

"Of course you can, Angel," Bulma knelt to her eye level, "And you and Trunks can be brother and sister, how about that?"

"Would I really have a brother?" she squealed in delight. This was far more than she could have possibly hoped for. All her hopes and dreams wrapped into one beautiful reality. She hoped with all her heart that this was no dream.

"Come with me, then," Kidd said with a smile, "We'll go make it legal. And we'll see if that man is still knocked out in the forest, too."

The police found Matt Matyo still on the ground, out cold. He woke just as the police pulled into the squad yard. He screamed out curses and yelled at little Angel with all his might, but this only proved further that he had abused the poor child.

What nobody knew, not even Matt, was that this was no ordinary little girl. As Bulma would soon find out.

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So, what you think??? Is Angel a loveable little girl? What is her secret? Find out in Chapter 2! Please review!

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