OoOoOoO! Guess wat? I'm baaacccckkkkkk!!!!!! Hee hee! Ummm.. N/M. Hi again! Are you reading my story?? And not sending me any reviews?!? O.O Naughty! Naughty! I'm still writing because I wanna! I'm also going to put up another fic or two over the holidays. Exciting huh? ^_^ Right! I'm so full of it. Read them anyways pls! ^_^ hehehe!!! NE ways. I'm boring you now; do you really think you wanna read the story? Do you think you can handle my superior intellect? Yah! LOL! IM JOKING! HAVE FUN! R&R please! Arigatou! (Sorry! I'm on a major sugar high so pay no attention to the Hiyoko.)

-Me! Goten's Hiyoko.

Disclaimer: Blah, Blah, Blah. you get the idea; I don't own nufins, especially not any characters from DBZ, too bad. ^_^ I hate disclaimers. I disclaim that I hate disclaimers so there!



Ryoko yawned, a lovely shiver going down her spine. She opened her sleep filled eyes slowly. ("I'm. on Earth.") Was her first thought. A computer fact told her so. All she ever knew was what the computer told her. It was always right.

She pulled her bothersome hair back, so she could actually see her surroundings, and muffled a scream as she noted a weight on her shoulder. It breathed slowly, deeply, and rhythmically. It was a small boy. It wasn't Saiyajin. It was an intruder. She pulled back disdainfully as if the boy were dirt.

Slowly, and shakily, she stood on her feet for the first time. Her brain knew how to do it, but her body didn't. She collapsed on her first try, and then, using a nearby pipe she stood up the second time. She tried a couple steps and fell only twice. She quickly got the hang of it and leaned against the wall opposite the boy. She pouted subconsciously as she wondered what she would do if it awoke and attacked her. By now, she had realized that the things she knew by computer, such as walking, talking, fighting, flying. she would have to learn to do with her body. ("Control.")

She glared suspiciously at the boy for many minutes, and, seeing as it breathed regularly and showed no signs of consciousness, she turned from it and faced some of her other problems. ("Clothes, food, heat.") She thought, programmed thoughts of survival running through her mind. ("First, clothes.") They would solve much of the heating problem. Realizing she was terribly wet, she opened her mouth. Jagged Saiyajin rambled forth from her childish, quiet, voice. "Machine, I need clothing!"

The capsule filled with lights, up until now, the small space had been completely dark. This had gone unnoticed by the small girl because she was used to the complete darkness. The lights blinded her and searing pain shot across her eyes. Covering her face with her hands, She gradually became accustomed to the pain and could squint just enough to see her surroundings.

The machine whirred and the lid opened to a small box on the side of the door. She made her way over to the box and peered inside. The box contained Saiyajin warrior armour that was just small enough for her. She scrambled into the clothes and flexed the muscles in her hand to try out the gloves. Her coordination had already improved in the short while she had been up. ("I'm going to be good at this stuff soon!") She thought and practised walking some more.

After a few falls she lay sprawled out on the floor, panting from her intense work. "The amount of effort this takes. unbelievable!" She said aloud in Saiyajin, also trying to improve her speech. The impediments she still had made her sound younger than she was.

She grimaced as her stomach grumbled, "Right. Food." She said aloud again. The capsule computer acknowledged it as a command and a tray of small capsules popped out of a refrigerator looking box. "Oh!" She exclaimed as she noted with disappointed that her diet would have to consist of vitamin "pellets" until she could find or kill real food. She decided that attempting to eat the boy would not be a good idea, so instead she popped one of the revolting little capsules into her mouth and stuck out her tongue at the flavour as it went down her throat.

She decided to consider the boy a bit more carefully now, she had little confidence in her ability to get away so instead of worrying needlessly, she decided to try and figure out whether he was an enemy or an ally. Thinking back she remembered light, not as bright as the light in her capsule but a faded, dim light. She also remembered cold liquid pounding down on her. She puzzled over this for a moment. She had never been outside, had she? Then she gasped. He had been looking directly at her for some time now and she hadn't even noticed it! She growled at herself for being careless and jumped up and stood in a ready-to-fight position. She had balance at first, then swayed, her footing was way off and before she had time to correct her mistake, she landed flat on her face. A sudden sound burst through the room, making her cover her ears as if it deafened her, though the sound was not unpleasant, it was laughter. A sound she had never before heard and did not understand. He then blushed and spoke in a different language. She cocked her head; her ears still covered, and asked in Saiyajin " You do not speak my language?"

Her voice was so quiet, Okibi strained to hear her words, it didn't help him though because she spoke in a completely different language. It was like no language he had ever heard before. He smiled, this at least was universal and she seemed so uptight. (" I guess I would be a bit nervous too, if I was the one waking up beside somebody I had never before seen in my life") The thought made him laugh again and her guard visibly fell when she realized how friendly he seemed to be. Then Okibi thought of something that made him blush, ("At least she has clothes on now!") Realizing she couldn't understand his language and he wouldn't be able to understand her, he stood up. She flinched and he moved slowly to where she lay. Noting the panicked look in her expression he held his hand down to her and smiled again. The friendly gesture took her off guard and she blushed, letting him help her up. The two could not speak to each other, but were instantly friendly anyways. Okibi counted her as a new friend and Ryoko counted him as an ally. Okibi pointed to himself when she was again on her feet and said one word. "Okibi."

She looked at him quizzically, frowning then her expression changed dramatically as understanding dawned on her. She repeated his name pointing at him and he giggled. The understanding between them was unreal. He pointed to her and cocked his head to one side in a questioning look. She smiled and slowly said her name.

"Ryoko."

He smiled again and she copied him, changing her features entirely as she smiled for the first time.



There! Now that one was longer! Whew! I'm in a writin mood today, I might be able to post two chapters! ^_^ Was it any good? Tell me! Sorta Jane and Tarzan for a sec. But it's hard to make it work without that so. who cares? Mwahaha! I posted a humor finally! Its called Calling all Bishie hunters! Its gonna have chapters too! Read it! (If ya like bishies that is!).(Oh yeah, Bishie means hottie 4 all u Japanese dumb peoples out there!) It has Goten in it! Starts to drool.Anyways, thanx for reading my fic! Review!

-Hiyoko Chan