Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DBZ characters, as much as I may wish. They belong to a big company that I don't own...yet! ^_^ Oh, yeah, Mana's My character so, stay away from her!
A New Sayjin
It was cold. Mana pulled her blanket around her cold body and shivered. Why was it so cold? Slowly, one of her dark brown eyes opened and scoped her surroundings. What was she doing here? Mana opened her other eye and let out a cry of surprise and she sat up, sweat pouring down her face. Her black hair matted to her face.
Her sudden movements aroused a young man that was sleeping on a chair next her bed. He jumped up in surprise and turned to Mana, a half sleepy half exited look on his face, "What?"
Mana's eyes met with his and she blushed. He was gorgeous. The boy had light purple hair with stopped at his chin. He was wearing a white shirt that showed off his buff muscles and black baggy pants. His eyes were a cold blue. Mana's face was now bright red. "Uhh... Hi..." She whispered, looking him in the eyes.
Trunks smiled. `So she was all right! It sure took her a while.' Trunks thought his eyes running over her. Mana was wearing a blue shirt of Bulma's and some of her old shorts. Despite his mother's size, the clothes were still too big on the girl in front of him. Trunks's eyes met with hers and he was instantly lost in her dark, brown eyes. "So this's Goku's daughter..." He muttered out loud.
"Daughter?" Mana's eyes twisted in confusion and she blinked. "Goku?"
"You mean you don't know?"
"Well we never really had time to explain." Gohan said, walking into the room. The two teenagers in front of him snapped their heads to him and Gohan could help but chuckle. "I could see you two are getting along."
Mana nodded and watched as Gohan finally stopped at the foot of her bed and crossed his arms, looking strait at her. "Yeah..."
"Mph, well," Gohan smiled and nodded his head to Trunks, "Don't you want to know who he is?"
Mana blushed and nodded, turning to look once again at Trunks.
"That's Trunks, the son of a dear friend of mine."
"Oh."
"Anyway," Mana turned to look back at Gohan and was surprised to see a women standing next to him. She had fine blue hair that flowed down to her shoulders. Her eyes were bright blue, and if possible, they lit up even more when they saw her.
"Gohan," The lady said, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Sorry, but, could you hurry up? The machine is ready."
Gohan glanced over to her and nodded, a serious look forming on his face. "Listen, Why don't I get back to you? Bulma has some... Tests to run."
"Tests?"
"M-hm, Come on!" Bulma said, grabbing Mana's arm and pulling her out of the room.
Mana shot a helpless look at Gohan and Trunks, `help me!' she mouthed before disappearing around the corner.
"She's cute, ne?" Gohan asked, turning to Trunks, a smirk on his face.
Trunks nodded, still staring at the door.
"Well, Don't get any ideas." Gohan muttered, walking towards the door, "She is my sister after all."
*
Mana sighed and looked at her hand. It was covered in bandages and wires. `Geez, I can't see my skin anymore!" Mana thought. She sighed and looked up into the one-way window in which Bulma was supposed to be behind. "Yo, Bulma," Mana called, shivering, "What's all this stuff for anyway?"
Mana could hear a crackled voice from a small intercom mounted on the wall. "It's just to test a couple of theories..."
"Oh?" Mana frowned, "What kind of theories?"
"... Theories."
Mana stared at the window for a while before sighing a scratching her head. There was no way she would get any more then that. "Then..." Mana glanced at the clothing and her frown deepened, "Why did you make me dress up like this?"
"Well the machines don't pick up very good readings with baggy clothes so..."
Mana growled, "But do they have to be so tight?" She was really losing her temper. Bulma had made her dress up in a skintight body suit that left very little of her figure hidden. Plus it was ice cold in the room and she was sitting on a metal table that seemed like it was made out of a block of ice.
"..."
Mana tapped a finger on the table and looked down at her bare feet. "Umm... Bulma?"
"Yeah?"
"... Is Goku really my dad?"
"Yes he is... why do you ask?"
"Well um..." Mana closed her eyes; "It's just that, in my other world, where I'm from... I already have a dad. How can I have two dads?"
Bulma was silent for a while. Making Mana look up into the window. "Bulma?"
"You don't have two dads." Bulma claimed, stepping into the room, hands behind her back.
"Nani?" Mana turned her head to face Bulma. "Then who's my real dad?"
"Goku of course." She smiled, a mischievous look in her eyes.
"... Bulma-Chan... What do you have behind your back?"
"Proof."
Mana was beginning to sweat, "What kind of proof?"
"Well, you see, Goku has only one fear... A fear that all sayjins have... if you're like him then it proves it."
"Sayjin? What are you talking about?"
"If you react the way I think you will then your Goku's daughter."
"Nani? That doesn't make any since!"
"We'll see..." Bulma's grin grew as she pulled out a needle from behind her back.
Mana eyed the needle nervously, she hated needles. "W- what are you going to do with that Bulma -Chan?" Mana stuttered, backing away from the older woman.
"Inject you with something... now," Bulma raised the needle, "Hold still!"
Mana's eyes grew wide and she jumped up, right into robotic arms. They held her tight as Bulma approached, a devilish grin on her face.
*
Bra and Trunks were arguing over refrigerator rights when, "Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
A second later a loud blast was heard from Bulma's lab then a thud. Trunks and Bra exchanged glances before running to their mother's lab.
*
"Mom?"
"Mana?"
Trunks and Bra burst into the lab and gasped at what they saw. The lab was literally torn apart! Scraps of metal lay all over the ground and ash and nuts were scattered around the room. The most amazing part was not the broken lab but a figure that stood in the middle of it.
Vegeta let out a grunt as he appeared behind his children. "What's all the ruckus?" He demanded, looking into the lab. His eyes grew wide and his frown turned into an open mouthed gape of surprise, "What the?"
In the middle the lab stood Mana, a rich, yellow glow around her floating body. Her eyes were a dark purple and her hair was now bright yellow and flowed down to her feet. The clothes that she had been wearing were torn and battered, and an enraged look claimed her delicate looking face.
Trunks blushed at her beauty while Bra's eyes wandered over to her mother's limp body. "Mom!" She shrieked, running over to the fallen woman.
Vegeta ignored his daughter's actions and continued to stare at Mana, an amazed look on his face. "Impossible!" He shouted, confusion lining his words, "She's a-"
"Super sayjin..." Trunks whispered, his eyes still on Mana.
A New Sayjin
It was cold. Mana pulled her blanket around her cold body and shivered. Why was it so cold? Slowly, one of her dark brown eyes opened and scoped her surroundings. What was she doing here? Mana opened her other eye and let out a cry of surprise and she sat up, sweat pouring down her face. Her black hair matted to her face.
Her sudden movements aroused a young man that was sleeping on a chair next her bed. He jumped up in surprise and turned to Mana, a half sleepy half exited look on his face, "What?"
Mana's eyes met with his and she blushed. He was gorgeous. The boy had light purple hair with stopped at his chin. He was wearing a white shirt that showed off his buff muscles and black baggy pants. His eyes were a cold blue. Mana's face was now bright red. "Uhh... Hi..." She whispered, looking him in the eyes.
Trunks smiled. `So she was all right! It sure took her a while.' Trunks thought his eyes running over her. Mana was wearing a blue shirt of Bulma's and some of her old shorts. Despite his mother's size, the clothes were still too big on the girl in front of him. Trunks's eyes met with hers and he was instantly lost in her dark, brown eyes. "So this's Goku's daughter..." He muttered out loud.
"Daughter?" Mana's eyes twisted in confusion and she blinked. "Goku?"
"You mean you don't know?"
"Well we never really had time to explain." Gohan said, walking into the room. The two teenagers in front of him snapped their heads to him and Gohan could help but chuckle. "I could see you two are getting along."
Mana nodded and watched as Gohan finally stopped at the foot of her bed and crossed his arms, looking strait at her. "Yeah..."
"Mph, well," Gohan smiled and nodded his head to Trunks, "Don't you want to know who he is?"
Mana blushed and nodded, turning to look once again at Trunks.
"That's Trunks, the son of a dear friend of mine."
"Oh."
"Anyway," Mana turned to look back at Gohan and was surprised to see a women standing next to him. She had fine blue hair that flowed down to her shoulders. Her eyes were bright blue, and if possible, they lit up even more when they saw her.
"Gohan," The lady said, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Sorry, but, could you hurry up? The machine is ready."
Gohan glanced over to her and nodded, a serious look forming on his face. "Listen, Why don't I get back to you? Bulma has some... Tests to run."
"Tests?"
"M-hm, Come on!" Bulma said, grabbing Mana's arm and pulling her out of the room.
Mana shot a helpless look at Gohan and Trunks, `help me!' she mouthed before disappearing around the corner.
"She's cute, ne?" Gohan asked, turning to Trunks, a smirk on his face.
Trunks nodded, still staring at the door.
"Well, Don't get any ideas." Gohan muttered, walking towards the door, "She is my sister after all."
*
Mana sighed and looked at her hand. It was covered in bandages and wires. `Geez, I can't see my skin anymore!" Mana thought. She sighed and looked up into the one-way window in which Bulma was supposed to be behind. "Yo, Bulma," Mana called, shivering, "What's all this stuff for anyway?"
Mana could hear a crackled voice from a small intercom mounted on the wall. "It's just to test a couple of theories..."
"Oh?" Mana frowned, "What kind of theories?"
"... Theories."
Mana stared at the window for a while before sighing a scratching her head. There was no way she would get any more then that. "Then..." Mana glanced at the clothing and her frown deepened, "Why did you make me dress up like this?"
"Well the machines don't pick up very good readings with baggy clothes so..."
Mana growled, "But do they have to be so tight?" She was really losing her temper. Bulma had made her dress up in a skintight body suit that left very little of her figure hidden. Plus it was ice cold in the room and she was sitting on a metal table that seemed like it was made out of a block of ice.
"..."
Mana tapped a finger on the table and looked down at her bare feet. "Umm... Bulma?"
"Yeah?"
"... Is Goku really my dad?"
"Yes he is... why do you ask?"
"Well um..." Mana closed her eyes; "It's just that, in my other world, where I'm from... I already have a dad. How can I have two dads?"
Bulma was silent for a while. Making Mana look up into the window. "Bulma?"
"You don't have two dads." Bulma claimed, stepping into the room, hands behind her back.
"Nani?" Mana turned her head to face Bulma. "Then who's my real dad?"
"Goku of course." She smiled, a mischievous look in her eyes.
"... Bulma-Chan... What do you have behind your back?"
"Proof."
Mana was beginning to sweat, "What kind of proof?"
"Well, you see, Goku has only one fear... A fear that all sayjins have... if you're like him then it proves it."
"Sayjin? What are you talking about?"
"If you react the way I think you will then your Goku's daughter."
"Nani? That doesn't make any since!"
"We'll see..." Bulma's grin grew as she pulled out a needle from behind her back.
Mana eyed the needle nervously, she hated needles. "W- what are you going to do with that Bulma -Chan?" Mana stuttered, backing away from the older woman.
"Inject you with something... now," Bulma raised the needle, "Hold still!"
Mana's eyes grew wide and she jumped up, right into robotic arms. They held her tight as Bulma approached, a devilish grin on her face.
*
Bra and Trunks were arguing over refrigerator rights when, "Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
A second later a loud blast was heard from Bulma's lab then a thud. Trunks and Bra exchanged glances before running to their mother's lab.
*
"Mom?"
"Mana?"
Trunks and Bra burst into the lab and gasped at what they saw. The lab was literally torn apart! Scraps of metal lay all over the ground and ash and nuts were scattered around the room. The most amazing part was not the broken lab but a figure that stood in the middle of it.
Vegeta let out a grunt as he appeared behind his children. "What's all the ruckus?" He demanded, looking into the lab. His eyes grew wide and his frown turned into an open mouthed gape of surprise, "What the?"
In the middle the lab stood Mana, a rich, yellow glow around her floating body. Her eyes were a dark purple and her hair was now bright yellow and flowed down to her feet. The clothes that she had been wearing were torn and battered, and an enraged look claimed her delicate looking face.
Trunks blushed at her beauty while Bra's eyes wandered over to her mother's limp body. "Mom!" She shrieked, running over to the fallen woman.
Vegeta ignored his daughter's actions and continued to stare at Mana, an amazed look on his face. "Impossible!" He shouted, confusion lining his words, "She's a-"
"Super sayjin..." Trunks whispered, his eyes still on Mana.