I would like to dedicate this to Desi, my friend, who's fenueral (how is that spelled?) I attended last month. She committed suicide after her fiance died in the World Trade Center.

Bless her soul.

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Time had passed quickly. The threat of androids was quickly approaching, but the birth of Trunks had come and gone like the seasons.

Bulma insisted Atsu had some sort of mental power, because right when she arrived home from the Son's house (or the Queen of Harpies realm, as the girl took to calling it) she immediatly stared at Vegeta and Bulma, then hugged the two (to Vegeta's disgust) and congradulated them.

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Atsu was in the backyard, running her feet in the newly made pond, the leaves of fall majestically swirling in the wind. She was churning over her thoughts and dreams, mixing them together like soup of some sort.

This new one confused her, this one with Josetki. It felt more like a message than a dream. Atsu decided to walk away in the dreams, seeing as she seemed to have control over her actions. And what, what in the world, did the dreams with Desyrae mean? Josetki said they were memories, but, Josetki was just a figure of her overactive imangination, right?

'Good Kami,' Atsu thought, splashing her reflection in the pool. 'Am I going insane?'

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"Shall we retrieve her?"

"No, I doubt that that would be taken kindly by those Saiya-jins and Humans that have taken her in."

"Perhaps they'd let her go if they knew of her purpose. . ."

"NO! We shall not do that. If they knew, just if, then they would have to know of us too. Would that be wise, Josetki?"

"No, no sir. It wouldn't. I'm sorry."

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"Atsuhun (Bulma's new name for Atsu, a mixture of Atsu and hun), why exactly did you dye your hair, um, red?" Bulma said, transfixed on Atsu's flaming red hair. Atsu looked up from her artwork, shrugged and continued. Bulma sighed in exasperation, she had been trying to talk to her all day, but got not a word from her lips.

Bulma looked over Atsu's shoulder to see what she was drawing. It was a picture of a perfect looking girl. "You know Atsuhun, no one is perfect," Bulma said, placing a hand on her shoulder and completely misinterperting Astu's picture.

"This girl isn't. She is an insecure girl on the inside. And her soul has been absolutely crushed and thrown away like trash by some one who pretended to love her for their own personal gain," Atsu said as she erased her drawing's foot and drew another, better one.

"She's the girl from my dream," Atsu looked at Bulma with a peircing gaze. Bulma shied away from Atsu's stare, unnerved.

"Oh," Was all she could mutter as she walked away to find Vegeta.

'I think I scared her,' Atsu thought, and she dismissed it as she finished coloring the girl's black clothing.

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Bulma yelled in delight when she found Vegeta sitting on the roof. She gave him a big hug and kiss, causing him to almost slip off the roof. "What woman?" he asked her, slowly spinning a curl of her hair.

"I'm bored. Atsu is in one of her "'Go away and leave me alone'" moods, Chi Chi is washing the dishes, an activity so thrilling she simply cannot tear herself away from it, and Mom is with Dad on his business trips. Plus Yamcha's in France *Faeo coughs rather loudly*," Bulma said in one, long breath,"I figured you'd be training."

"I was, but I heard something really strange. A conversation between a male and female. Couldn't quite catch what they were saying though," Vegeta said.

"Are you sure, Vegeta?" Bulma asked. It was strange for people just to hang around Capsule Corp. and carry on a conversation.

"Yeah, positive. They were saying something about retrieving something, and I mostly sensed their ki and not their voices," He looked at Bulma and kissed her softly on her lips. "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."

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"Now boarding flight 112 to Japan!" boomed the loudspeakers, and a brunette girl slowly boarded the plane, ready to see her friend again.

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The doorbell rang, and Bulma wondered who it could be. She happily skipped to the door, Vegeta had put her in high spirits. She opened the door and gasped.

The girl standing in front of her was a little taller than Atsu, but definitely different. Her hair was a soft dark brown, the color of the Earth when wet. Her eyes were lighter, more or less the color of French chocolate. Her skin was a light brown, soft and almost porclein.

She was dressed in a smart looking black outfit. She wore a short, black coat with buttons. Underneath that a black turtle neck and a short, conservative skirt. Her hair was done up in a half-ponytail and tied with a black rose. This was the girl from Atsu's dream that she had drawn.

"I'm looking for Danseiteki. I believe you call her, Atsu?" the girl said, flicking back a chunk of hair that had fallen over her shoulder by the wind.

"Hey Miss Bulma, who is. . ." Atsu's eyes widened, "You're. . . You're. . . You're Desyrae. . ."

"Yes, please call me Desy. You always did," Desy said softly, in that melidous tone of hers.

"You knew me. . .?" Atsu was confused, shocked, and just plain scared. This girl from her dreams, just appeared at Miss Bulma's doorstep one day, kind of like herself.

"Yes, I suppose you can't remember. I'll explain it later. May I come in? It's so cold here," Desy said politely. Atsu nodded and motioned for Desy to follow her to the kitchen.

"Atsuhun, I'm going to work on some capsules. The hot chocolate's in the pantry if you wanna make some," Bulma said as she threw on her lab coat and headed downstairs. Desy sat down softly and removed her jacket.

"I take it you remember nothing about your past besides your age?" Desy asked slowly, as Atsu pushed on the microwave to heat up the hot chocolate. "You didn't remember your name, you know. It's Danseiteki."

"My name is Atsu," Atsu said roughly, turning to face Desy and sit on the counter.

"No, no it's not. It's Danseiteki. Atsu is the name you always wished for, and that's what you remembered. Your twin, Joseiteki, I believe you've met her. . .?" Desy said, softer still.

"Same difference. What do you want?" the red-head's temper was beggining to flare, causing Desy to shrink into her chair. Atsu's eyebrows were now slanting and her lips pursed. "I'm sorry Desy, I didn't mean to scare you." Atsu sighed," It's not every day a fifteen *she's getting older! So soon. . . sniff* year old girl has dreams about someone two years older than her dying, than that person pops up like smoke at her house!"

"Get used to the shocking facts, I have more," Desy paused, hesitant to continue. "disturbing news to tell you, about your parents. About your, um, sister, and whatnot that might turn your world upside down. Maybe I should save it for a later date," Desy grinned, her previous solem attitude brightening like the sun behind a cloud. "Have any fun things to do around here?"

"Uh-huh. I bet I could beat you in any of Miss Bulma's Playstation games!" Atsu raced to the Living Room, Desy not far behind.

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"I can't believe that sorry excuse for a girl dared violate our plans and visit her like that. I can't believe that wench. . ."

"Stop sniveling. Whining like a pompous brat does NOT help the situation. What are we to do about it? Nothing. We'll lay low, let Desy tell her."

"Why? So that baka can get at her first? Win her over again? Like the whore already did in the past?"

"Shut up. So Desy gets the blame for ruining the subjects life. Understand?"

"Yes Tadashi-sama."

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Bulma watched Desyrae intently. She didn't like the feel of the girl, but Atsu seemed quite taken with her quiet nature, quite a contrast to Atsu's swinging happy-go-lucky to pure rage then deppression. Desy was beautiful, but not perfect. She was too quiet and submissive, and wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. Desyrae, or Desy as Atsu addressed her, didn't eat much either. Which was probably why the girl was so tall and wispy, like a willow branch. But her aurora, the feeling to her, was strange. She hid too many things.

"Ow!" Bulma yelped as she cut her hand with the scissors she was using. She ran upstairs to go wash her hand and put it in a band-aid. She stopped when she heard Desy's voice.

"Atsu, I need to talk to you, about your life before Bulma found you. . ."

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Brain cramp. Bsyie Buh Bye!