Well, here's the last chapter of this upload. Hope you guys like the story. Quick reminder: Review, please, I get my chapters out faster that way...

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Chapter 9

I laughed with my new friends. Friends. Something I'd never had before. A family that cared more about me than my uncle ever did. A little brother,(We'd found that I was 2 months older than Trunks) someone I never even would have dreamed of having when my uncle was in charge of me.

But most of all, I had my father. My father, the one man that cared about me more than anyone else in the world. I cared for my father, as he cared for me. We had cried together, shared our overly similar stories of our pasts and just laughed at the sheer chaos of it all.

I smiled as I looked up at him, telling a joke. One that he never got tired of saying.

"How many half-Saiyans does it take to screw in a light bulb?" he asked, barely containing his excitement. To think that this man was once killer of worlds, a man so completely confused and torn between right and wrong, he'd confused his best friend for an enemy.

"2, because half plus half equals 1!" he shouted with roaring laughter. It was corny, but simply seeing Vegeta laugh got everyone laughing. It was one of the best feelings I'd ever had in my heart, to know that I'd turned his life around, completely changed his direction in life and led him to be a kind, caring person, like my real father had been.

Now I could see why they had been best friends. And why Vegeta had been so upset when he wasn't certain of what had happened to Nabo(In case you were wondering, Nabo means turnip in Spanish. When I drew Nabo, his head turned out shaped like a turnip, so I looked it up in my Spanish dictionary and declared his name. Now if only I could find that picture...).

The plane soon landed on the ground. We walked around the place, everyone searching for three familiar faces. Well, only one familiar face for me. Piccolo and Goku I had heard a lot about but I still hadn't met them yet.

"Look, there's Mr. Piccolo!" Goten pointed to a tall, green man with pointy ears and pink muscles. He had a white cape and turban on with a deep purple gi beneath it.

"Hey, kid," he said with a brief smile. Then his eyes caught sight of me. "Who's she?"

"She's my adopted daughter, Piccolo," Vegeta said calmly, "Her name is Angel." Piccolo blinked in disbelief and I giggled. His mouth hung open in utter skepticism. I giggled again as he quickly composed himself.

"He looks like you used to, Vegeta," I said with a laugh.

"He was a lot like me, Angel," Vegeta said quietly, "But everyone knows his past." I nodded solemnly.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Piccolo," I said with a smile, "Gohan told me a lot about you."

"I'll explain later, Piccolo," Gohan whispered under his breath. I heard it, but said nothing. What was the point?

I heard Videl's voice and saw her race forward to say hello.

"Hi, Gohan!" she said with a smile, "Hi, Angel, Trunks, Goten."

"Hi, Videl," we answered in unison.

I heard a whooshing sound and instantly hid behind Vegeta. I peaked out from behind his broad, muscle-bound leg, which hid me well from sight.

"Hey, everybody!" Goku greeted us all as a whole.

"Dad!" Gohan said with emotion, but stayed where he was.

"Goku!" Krillin and Chi-chi said one right after the other.

After a long pause of silence, he said, "Well, are you guys just going to stare at me all day?"

Several raced forward and flocked him.

Vegeta smiled softly at the scene.

"Hey, Chi-chi, is that a little me hiding behind your leg?" he asked.

"Goten, it's all right." After a longer pause, he raced forward with a shout of, "Daddy!" and was scooped into Goku's arms. I smiled at the sight, the gentle wind whipping my black hair around me.

"Hey, Vegeta," Goku said to his old rival, "How's it going?"

"Okay, I guess, Goku," Vegeta smiled, "I would like you to meet my adopted daughter, Angel." Goku stared at his old rival. He looked between me and him and back to me again. I giggled behind my hand then stuck it out.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Goku-Kakarott, sir."

"Just Goku," He grinned a wide, goofy grin and confirmed that Goten and Gohan had gotten it from their father.

Goten grinned from his father's arms at me.

"She and Trunks are my friends," He told his never-before-met father. He hopped down and wrapped me and Trunks into a friendly hug.

"They're a good team," Vegeta commented, "If they fight together against me, they can beat me in SSJ2 form. Angel is SSJ2 and Trunks and Goten are at Level 1."

Goku looked down at his youngest son and Trunks and me. His face had an expression I rarely saw in any of the Son's faces: shock.

"I don't believe it," he whispered to himself, "Level 2? At her age? And Trunks and Goten at Level 1? It's impossible!"

"You must remember, Son Goku," I said softly, solemnly, "Nothing is impossible. Not anymore." His eyebrow cocked at me, but Gohan or Vegeta must have said something in telepathy, because he nodded after a few minutes.

"We need to go register, guys," Videl warned and pointed to her watch.

We nodded and set out for the registration stand. Trunks, Goten, and I were placed in the Junior Division, but none of us really thought anything of it. We weren't allowed to transform anyway.

They called us out onto the stadium floor and soon, all of us stood in a straight line, awaiting patiently the announcer to begin the match. I searched for the name tag of the boy I'd be fighting first. I found him soon after I begun the search.

I smirked at him. He didn't notice, though. He was weak, by ki standards, but by human standards was okay. He was probably a pretty decent fighter compared to most of the other kids.

I crossed my arms over my chest and waited with a frown on my face.

"Hey, girlie," I heard a voice. I looked up from my meditation and saw the boy I was to fight.

"My name is Angel, not 'girlie'," I told him calmly.

"So?" he prompted me.

"So, call me by my true name, Austin," I answered, using his name, "Leave me alone, I have meditation to do. I've no time to deal with petty boys who wish nothing more than the fame and prize money of this tournament."

"Ooh, little girl needs to meditate," he sneered, "Yeah, right, you probably couldn't focus on anything for more than two minutes!"

I stood slowly, peacefully from my place on the floor, "And what, may I ask, does that mean?" I asked smoothly, icily.

"It means you can't possibly win against me," he growled, growing uncertainty in his voice.

"Oh?" I asked, "May I ask what you think is possible? You think it impossible to fly? Impossible to gather energy from your own soul and form an attack of it?"
"Well, yeah, duh, it is impossible!" he said sarcastically, "What, do you think it's possible to do any of those things?" He was mocking now. Cold-hearted, with a huge sneer on his face.

"I don't think they are possible," I answered with a gentle smile, "I know they are possible." With those last few words, I floated effortlessly above him in a show of grace and perfection. In faith and in trust.

"What do you think now?" I asked, "Is it not so that humans once thought the idea of a round world impossible? Did humans once believe that animals could come and possess someone without remorse? Possible, impossible. Well, I tell you now, I once thought it impossible for me to escape from my uncle for very long. I used to think that I would never have a brother or a father that cared for me again. Well, I have all those things now and a friend. I have a mother. I have people who care for me in ways my uncle can never comprehend. I have my faith. And my dreams."

He nodded slowly and backed away.

He was no longer the opponent I'd face. Austin dropped out of the competition. He was a smart boy, he knew when to not push a subject any further.

It was soon my turn. I didn't even fight, really, just pushed the boy out of the ring. It was boring so far. I sighed as I beat several other kids.

Goten and Trunks did almost exactly the same. Both boys won their fights with incredible ease, as did I. Soon, it was just Goten vs. Trunks. Trunks won.

It was my turn. I had to beat my own little brother.

"Well! This last Championship match for the Junior Division is between siblings!" the announcer said, "Young Trunks is the 8-year-old son of Vice-President of Capsule Corp, Bulma Briefs! And though Angel is an adopted daughter after years of being abused by her uncle, this little lady has been training with her younger brother and her father and now it is time to put that training to the test!" I blushed as everyone stared at me as he told them of my past. But I soon lowered to a fighting position when he shouted, "Fight!"

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Ooh, cliffhanger! Who's going to win, Trunks or Angel(As if you couldn't guess)? And what about Babadi and Yamu and all those other guys? Come back after I get 3 reviews for the answers!

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