Hi, I'm back again! Telex said you guys were worried about me! Were you, really?! Anyway, this was just an inspiration with an actual plotline...she's not your typical Mary-Sue!!! I'm serious! And this does take a while to get into the plot, so bear with me! I don't own anything or anybody but Angel and my own ideas...Dirken, Tiger, and Dee are mine, but you gotta leave it to me...This is a personal note to Jeremiah...Dirken was NOT formed after you, it was a joke...let's get this story going, see you at the end, peeps.

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I stood in a dark alley, my mind swirling with thoughts of what had just happened.
"You think you can escape, do you?" a deep voice rasped angrily. "I'll find you again, you can bet on it!" I felt a hand hit my face and felt several punches to my stomach. Blood trickled down my body in places I thought impossible. "I'll see you soon, Sarah, you can bet on it!" The creature, or whatever it was, drew back it's dark, calloused hand once again, and I blacked out before I knew what had hit me.

***

I woke up in bed but kept my eyes closed. That was a weird dream, I thought. I moaned as I turned over in the bed, intending to sleep as long as possible, but stopped when my hand brushed against something warm and felt surprisingly like skin. Did Tiger get me in bed with him? I thought in panic. My whole body was rigid as I prepared to open my eyes. Pain blinded my vision as I attempted to open my eyes, so they shut tight again in a deep wince.

"Hey, are you okay?" asked a quiet voice, "Are you awake, kid?" I was shocked to say the least, to find that the voice was deeper than my brother's and no where near the slurred drunkenness I was used to. I opened my eyes slowly and looked out into a world so full of color and brightness, I closed my eyes again in shock.

"I'm sorry," the boy said sincerely, "Is that too bright?" The lights above my eyelids dropped substantially but I kept my eyes shut until the spots before them disappeared. But that voice. Where had I heard that voice before? Why was it so familiar?

"Stay down," he said again, letting me bask in his musically tenor voice, "You're too weak." Me being the stupid girl I was, I tried to sit up. I grunted in pain and I felt strong arms push me back down onto the bed by my shoulders. I heard the boy laugh, "I told you."

"So you did," I said with a soft laugh from my own lips. My voice was scratchy and I noticed that my throat was dry as cotton balls.

"You're probably thirsty, aren't you?" he spoke again. "I'll move the bed up so you can have some water. Just warning you." My eyes were still closed.

"What happened to me?" I asked, my voice weak and soft. I felt the bed beneath me bend so I was sitting up.

"I don't know," he answered with a sigh, "I found you on the side of the road, all beat up. Whoever did this to you was out for blood, that is for certain." I opened my eyes and blinked the spots away. I saw a glass waiting patiently in a hand in front of me and I turned to thank the young man for saving me, but stopped short.

My eyes must have been deceiving me, for what I saw was none other than Trunks Vegeta Briefs. I stared up at him for only a second's hesitation and decided, no, that this must be some kid who had died his hair lavender too.
"Thank you," I said warmly as I accepted the glass, "For saving me. There aren't many who would, not in this world." I drank the water down in five seconds and he took the glass from me as soon as I finished.

"Can you remember?" he asked with his eyebrow raised.

"I'm sorry?" I questioned.

"Can you remember who attacked you?" he asked, "What did he look like?" I shook my head sadly.

"It was too dark to see anything," I told him. He laughed suddenly and I raised my eyebrow at him inquiringly.

"What is so funny?" I asked him, "I don't see it, whatever it is."
"I'm-I'm sorry," he said, calming himself down, "Really, I am. I just can't believe I asked you something like that without even letting you know who I am!" I decided to have a little fun with this proposition.
"Of course I do," I said seriously, "You are Trunks Vegeta Briefs, the half-Saiyan Prince of the Saiyans." His eyes shot open in surprise.

"How'd you know?" he asked, hand on hip, "And for that matter, since you already know my name, shouldn't I know yours?" I looked at him, a shocked expression on my face. There was no way, no possible way that this could be so. It was so ludicrous, I burst into laughter, but immediately stopped because of my wounds.

"Hey, kid, don't move!" Trunks shouted and forced my shoulders back against the bed. "I didn't think it was that bad, here, eat this." He handed me a little grayish-green bean and I accepted it. I studied it a moment before putting it in my mouth, not fully trusting myself or this boy in front of me.

My breathing slowed substantially, as did the pain, and soon, all of it was gone. I had my left arm, which had been immobile moments before, was completely healed and the bleeding wounds that had still been leaking blood sluggishly had closed. I looked at both my arms and patted my stomach down, searching for the injuries that were no longer there.

"What was that?" I asked as I studied my newly-healed left wrist for any signs that it had been broken at all.

"A senzu bean," he answered as he stood, "You didn't answer my question, kid. Who are you?" He was completely serious now and staring straight into my eyes, his blue ones bearing suspicions that I myself could not answer.

"My name is Sarah Angel Galis, but call me Angel," I said as I now studied my ripped clothes. "And don't call me 'kid', I may look 10, but I'm 15." I tried to stand.

"Stay in the bed," he ordered and I didn't argue. His face was red as he left the room and returned moments later with my pack. "I saw your clothes earlier in here. Go on and get changed, I'll wait for you outside." He gave me a small, timid smile before disappearing out the door and leaving me alone. I held my head as I thought over everything and finally came to the conclusion that I was dreaming.

I took out my only other pair of blue jeans and slid them on, using the ripped remains of the other pair to clean the blood off of my legs. Now I saw why he didn't want the covers off of my body. What was left of my jeans did little to cover my legs, especially around my waist and hips. I pulled the other shirt over my head, a green T-shirt that loosely covered my upper body. I used the brush inside to fix my hair and decided to leave it down. I stuffed what little remained of my other clothes into my pack and went out the door.

"Can you tell me anything at all about your attacker?" he asked again. This was starting to get annoying.

"No, I already told you," I said grimly.

"How'd you know my name?" he asked.

"Let's just say I've seen you before, okay?" I told him uncertainly.

"Okay," he shrugged, "You want something to eat?"

"No, thanks," I said, "I'd better be getting home." He nodded and showed me to the door.

"You're always welcome back here, if something happens," he told me with a warm smile, "It was great meeting you, Angel." He took my right hand into his and kissed the back of it.

"You're sweet," I smiled as I walked out the door, "Thank you." He waved as I walked away. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew my house must be around this area somewhere. I couldn't have possibly gotten that wish at all. My pack bounced against my legs as I walked along briskly.

***

Trunks watched the girl leave, seeing her perfect figure move in grace. She was strong, he could see it, and that she wasn't quite normal. There was no way she could've survived what her attacker had done to her if she had been normal. He would watch her, that was for certain. She didn't seem quite sure of herself in any way at all. He floated into the air and followed her stealthily.

***

I could tell that this world was no where close to my own now that I had left the solitary confines of the Capsule Corp. building. My confusion was evident to any who cared, but it didn't seem as if anyone did.

"Hey!" I heard an all-too-familiar voice call out, "Hey, Angel!" I heard the slur in the boy's husky voice and knew he had been drinking again. When I turned to face the brown-haired, brown-eyed brother of mine, his eyes were flaring.

"Do you know how long I've been lookin' for you, Angel?" he yelled, causing a scene which most people on the street ignored.

"Yeah, Tiger," I said, "How do we get home, bro? Did we suddenly move to another country or something?"

"Of course, stupid," he growled, "You made that wish, 'member? Now we're both here!"

"What?" I shouted, "It was just a wish!"

"Shows how much you know," he told me, "Now you gotta pay." He crouched into a fighting stance, the drunken slur gone from his voice.

"T-T-Tiger?" I stuttered out, "Y-You're s-scarin' me, bro."

"I am?" he asked, repeating the last thing he'd said to me before I'd escaped into the night, "Good." He punched me in the stomach faster than I'd ever seen him move. He continued to pummel me into a dark oblivion. "Actually, sis, you were the only one to get here on that wish. I got here by...other means."
"What other means?!" I shrieked as I tried to block his moves. I never got the answer, however, because darkness engulfed me long before that.

***

Tiger stood over his sister's crumpled form with a huge, leering grin on his face. He saw that she had changed. She now had black hair and eyes instead of brown and blue-green. She was much thinner, and much more beautiful, making her much more desirable than before.

"Oh, you'll be my toy before long, little angel," he smirked evilly at her prone form.

"What do you think you're doing?!" shouted a voice, much deeper than Tiger's own. "She didn't do anything to you!"

"Yes she did," Tiger growled as he picked up Angel's limp and bloody body.

"And what, might I ask, was that?" the other boy asked, his body glowing bright gold.

"Oh, you'll never believe it," Tiger said with a wide smirk, "She refused me. Me, the strongest of our dimension! And soon to be the strongest of this one." Trunks understood immediately.

"Leave the girl," Trunks said, his voice full of disgust, "She's done nothing to you."

"And what will you do if I don't?" Tiger asked, his voice mocking.
"I'll kill you," Trunks said matter-of-factly. Tiger narrowed his brown eyes at the golden-haired, aqua-eyed freak. He gave a short burst of laughter before tossing Angel's body to the ground.

"Fine," he smirked, "I'll come back for my big sister in three years' time, Blonde." Trunks roared at the mocking nickname, but Tiger was gone before he could be attacked by the enraged half-Saiyan Prince.

Trunks was glad it was close to midnight, for only three people had actually seen him and none had seen him before going Super Saiyan. He gingerly picked up the poor girl and blasted off toward Capsule Corp. once again.

"I won't let that fiend hurt you again, Angel," Trunks told the girl in his arms grimly. She moaned softly and Trunks smiled. The girl was a lot like himself, in a few ways. Stubborn and with many secrets. He hoped that he could get her to tell him those secrets, though.

***

When Trunks arrived back at Capsule Corp., Bulma, Vegeta, and Bra were waiting. He'd told them about Angel in a note, but he wasn't sure if they'd believe his story now.

"Trunks Vegeta Briefs, what on Earth were you thinking?!" Bulma screeched, "You could've been hurt!"

"Not yet, Mom," Trunks told her grimly, "But Angel would've been, and more severely than the first two times." Bulma's face lightened upon seeing the young girl in Trunks' arms.

"Is this her?" Bulma asked.

"Yeah," Trunks sighed. His little sister looked at the girl inquiringly. She may have been seven years of age, but she most certainly knew that this was something serious.

"Will she be okay, Daddy?" she asked Vegeta. He snorted a bit and looked at the girl sideways before answering.

"Yes," was his abrupt answer. She's strong, he thought to himself, Could she quite possibly be Saiyan? He had forgotten completely about his bond to Bulma, so she had heard it too.

"I'll check," she said. Trunks and Bra looked at her strangely, so she added, "To see if she'll be completely all right."

"What happened to her, Trunks?" Bra asked as she looked at all the blood on the girl's arms, legs, and torso.
"Let me go put her in the guest room, then I'll explain," Trunks was as serious as the family had ever seen him before, so none, not even Vegeta, questioned him. When he returned, he began with the first time he brought her in.

"I found her in the gutter, the first time, all beat up," Trunks began, "She looked as if she'd been there for hours and I could feel her ki leaving her. She was dying, what else could I do?" No one said anything. "I brought her in here and cleaned up the worst of her cuts. It didn't occur to me that she could have internal bleeding or broken bones, so I didn't give her a senzu."
"That was stupid," Vegeta snorted, "Never assume the least of the injuries."

"Yeah, I realize that now," Trunks' face flushed, "Well, she woke up and I sat the bed up so she could get something to drink. She had a glass of water and I asked her if she could identify her attacker, and she said no. She seemed really weird when I asked her about her name, but she said it was Angel. She tried to sit up, but she had internal bleeding and a broken wrist, so she couldn't. I said I didn't think it was that bad, so I gave her a senzu. (I'm sorry, I don't want to retype the whole story, so let's just say he told them everything else in this extent, except the fact that she knew his name and that the other guy was her brother)." The other Briefs were silent after he finished the solemn story.

"So, her attacker is coming back for her in three years?" Bulma asked.

"That's what he said," Trunks shrugged.

"She's strong," Vegeta said shortly, "If she accepts, we can train her." His eyes suddenly lit up at the possibility, but he quickly erased the expression.

"No, we'll let Trunks and Goten train her, and Bra too, now that she's old enough," Bulma said with a hidden smile, "You can train alone, as always."
"Woman..." Vegeta growled as he ground his teeth. Bulma never got the chance to give her snide remark, as she and the others heard a cry of pain come from the guest room where Trunks had put Angel. Trunks' eyes widened.

"I forgot to give her another senzu!" he scolded himself as he raced for the room.

***

Hey, again. I typed this out really early on and I didn't have a muse then, but I'd like you to meet my newly-hired muse...Neko! Neko is a kitty-brat-

Neko- Hey!

Angel- Okay, okay, a kitty girl from the planet Ion, and I might put her in a story soon, but you'll be seeing more of her.

Neko- Bet your sweet whiskers, you will.

Angel- Uh...Neko? They don't have whiskers.

Neko- oh.

Angel- Bye, guys!

Neko- Bye, nekos!

Angel- ...