Hey, Here's Chapter 5. I hope you guys are liking the story so far, just wait till you get to the end! An awesome testimony if I do say so myself. By the way, most of you are sending private emails saying that you didn't want Angel to marry Trunks like so many do.

Well, guess what? My character never has married Trunks(even though I like him, I just can't tear him away from Pan or Marron. I stand neutral on this war, so don't flame.)

I gave a little foreshadowing in the previous chapters, you might want to look out for them. And no, this most certainly will NOT turn into a lemon. Maybe a mild lime, but I doubt very far.

OK, enough chatter, on with the story!

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Chapter 5

The next day, Trunks, Goten, Gohan, and I all went to the site where Goku, which I found was "Kakarott's" Earth name, used to train Gohan as a small boy. I saw Gohan's twinge of sorrow, and said, "Do not dwell on the past, Gohan. It will only make it worse on the present." He smiled down at me.

"You're pretty smart for a kid, you know?" he asked.

"My real Daddy used to tell me that all the time when I was little," I said softly, "He would tell me that whenever I would think of my Mania."

"What's a Mania?" he asked.

"He was my pet cat," I answered, "I miss him almost as much as I miss my parents. Living in my basement all by myself for so long left me to dwell on everything my father and mother ever taught me. It also left me to train whenever I found the energy."

"A rough childhood. And it still isn't over yet," he whispered to himself, "I was like that when I was little. It wasn't that I was abused like you were, I was just worked sometimes over my limits in both my mental and physical beings."

"'But it is when you are pushed over your limits do you become strong'," I whispered, "A bit of wisdom my father, both of them, were always reciting to me."
"Vegeta actually talks to you?" Gohan exclaimed, surprised.

"Yes, why wouldn't he?" I asked, "He's always a kind person with me, though I've been told he's not really. He told me about when he first came to Earth, and how hard it was, how difficult things were."

"Wow, Vegeta hardly ever does anything but scold me," Gohan said with a laugh, "The last thing I remember him saying to me was, 'A warrior should be ready even in times of peace. You've gone soft in these peaceful times, brat.' He doesn't really do much more to me."

"You really mean that?" I asked.

"Well, yeah," He shrugged, "But don't get me wrong. I respect Vegeta very much. He takes great pride in his race. And half mine, really."

"My Father is a lot more than you give him credit for," I said darkly, "And if only you knew his side of the story. Then you would see."

"Would you like to hear my side?" Gohan asked softly.

"If you believe it will aid," I shrugged. We sat down. Goten and Trunks went silently ahead. They started their fight, but I listened intently to Gohan's story.

One of honor.

One of hope.

One of faith.

One child. One father. One story. But more alike to my point of view than I could have ever imagined.

Gohan cried silently when he completed the story, right after he had told of his defeat of Cell. I sat, hollow and unfeeling. The horrors Gohan had faced as a child nearly matched my own.

Key word: nearly.

Remembering my own past led me to break down. I was no longer in control as sobs racked my body and memories flooded my brain. Tears clouded my eyesight and I was no longer conscious of what I said.

Gohan sniffed a final time as the tiny, eight-year-old child cried her eyes out. And then, without any knowledge if what she was saying, she wailed her brutal past out in between her croaking sobs.

"My father..." she sobbed, "first he left me...Then my mother...I was left at my uncle's mercy...I watched him torture the doggies...then he began to torture me...He took any food I was given...any money...everything but a tattered skirt...and a shirt...and an oversized coat...all infested by lice...then, he took the one thing he could never return." Her eyes were blood red as she stared out darkly into space, not comprehending anything. "He took my innocence. It was then I decided to train. To become as strong as I could to some day defeat him." She roared in an outburst that surprised Gohan at the mere volume and rage she poured from her heart. Then she did the one thing that shocked Gohan beyond his own belief.

Her hair spiked and turned a shocking, glowing blond. Her eyes were the shocking aqua green he'd seen only in adults.

She was at Super Saiyan Level 2.

Level 2.

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OK, I'm creating the background for the story. Yeah, I know, Angel has what most people put in their own characters- Supreme power, but hey, the main reason I wrote this was to introduce my name!!!

And thanks so much for the reviews!

Angel of the Dragon