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A/N: Muahahahahaha! I got the stupid computer to work! I am so good I'm glad you guys like that story because of all the off time I had, I was able o finish lots o' chapters, so all you have to do is review the ones I have out now, and you'll probably get the next one the next day, or sooner!


Wish Upon a Dream: Sayia-jin meets Messiah

Hotaru wandered the halls for the fourth night in a row. She had been at the Capsule Corporation for one week, exactly. She started having dreams four days ago, now instead of sleeping at night, she prowls around, poking in places where she normally wouldn't because of the people that always surrounded it. Wearing only a spaghetti strap white tank top that made looking at her midriff easier for many with only a few short movements, and short blue shorts. Bulma had given her all her old clothes that she wore when she was a teenager, and since Hotaru hadn't any other clothes that were her's, she was pretty much forced to wear them or stink. She wasn't the kind of girl who normally wore these types of clothing, but she could get used to it, it gave much more freedom than some of her other clothes. Her hair had been pulling back into a quickly done makeshift ponytail that only managed to grab the longer strands, the short ones, or the ones that weren't quite close enough to the back of her head, were kept out and framed her face in a girlish sort of way.

Hotaru had found out what and who these people were, and boy, if she thought she was weird, than these people went past the top of her weirdness scale. Men from outer space? People that aren't evil and some that are, fly? Green men who have wish-granting dragons? That had sounded oddly familiar, until Bulma-which she had made great friends with-said they were orange, had numbers on them and you had to collect all seven of them to make the wish, but not all wishes could be granted. The one that really got her was Vegeta, Sayia-jin no Ouji, prince? Of all the people to survive, the one who was apprehensive of their power-his name was Frieza-decided to let the prophesied one live? Now how stupid can a sadistic tyrant get? It was eventually his downfall, and even though Vegeta had died, Frieza stayed dead while Vegeta came back. Hotaru didn't get the short, powerful man. He was a complete mystery to her, much like she must seem like to Usagi and the Sailor scouts, only not as wicked/evil.

Then there was Goku, a whole nother story, he had originally been sent to Chikyuu to wipe it clean and sell it. But he hit his head and turned from the rampaging child to a sweet innocent and a little dim child. He ended up saving Chikyuu many times and always had a way with people, he knew Vegeta wasn't as bad as he and everyone else believed him to be. He ended up with an ally and friend that came in handy alot more than anyone thought. Eventually he ended up with Z-crew of powerful worriers all either Sayia-jin or Demi-Sayia-jin, and one Namek-jin.

Sighing, Hotaru turned a unfamiliar corner, she had wondered into an unknown part of C.C. that she hadn't been to yet. Unbeknownst to her, there was someone coming on the exact opposite side of the same corner, and they both ran right into each other, only Hotaru went sailing to the ground, while the second party only grunted.

"Girl! What are you doing here?" A familiar growl sounded in the dark hall, making Hotaru breath slightly better, but not by much for Vegeta can still be just as bad as any burglar/murderer(then agian, he is). Gulping, she lifted herself back to her feet and peered hard in front of her, trying her hardest to see, she made the outline of the spiky hair, crossed arms, spread feet and frown. She then noticed that the man was only wearing a pair of biker shorts he used for training that did almost nothing for modesty.

"Sorry Vegeta-sama...I got lost," She said tentatively as she blushed, hoping he couldn't see her, she had been getting bolder and bolder around the short- fused Sayia-jin by the day. A soft 'feh!' could be heard as Vegeta started to move, she felt his arm brush hers and an unrepressed shiver ran through her.

"Come," He said with almost no emotion in his voice, Hotaru could only nod and follow him. She followed closely, afraid of being lost agian. The only regret she had about coming, was coming at the worst time possible for the C.C. proprietors. Vegeta and Bulma were going through an odd break up, neither acted anything but distant friends when around each other, and talked behind their back about all the bad things that each represented-well Bulma did anyway, if Vegeta did any of that it was in his head.- She suddenly found herself in front of a door, her bedroom door. She looked sideways at the frowning Sayia-jin, who looked right back. "Stay here and sleep."

"Er...I was out here because I couldn't sleep..." She said, her body completely still as she stared out of the side of her eye at him, she could see his eyebrow raise in the soft light the starry night provided through a nearby window. "I've been having these dreams and can't get to sleep aft-"

"I don't care why you are out here, I only want you in that room to keep you from getting lost so I don't bust an eardrum when that godforsaken woman screeches at me about how I could have prevented it." With that he turned, Hotaru watched him for a second as he passed another window, she swallowed a lump and jogged after him.

"You can't mean that! You aren't that cold hearted Vegeta, you aren't," She said softly, just realizing exactly how bold she had become and her face flushed now with humility. To her surprise, Vegeta only laughed softly, allowing her to follow him wherever he was going.

"You surprise me girl, I didn't think you had any guts." he said, a slight mocking note in his voice as he continued to laugh softly. Hotaru's gaze on the side of his face hardened as she glared at him, and if he could see her correctly, and if he had been looking at her, he would have noticed that her normally kind, bashful face had now a flush of evil to it.

"I am the Messiah of Death. Of course I have guts, I could kill you here and now if I chose, so I'd advise you not to provoke me." Her soft, but harsh voice seemed to halt Vegeta in mid step, his laughter ceased and he turned to stare at her with a blank expression.

"Messiah of Death, huh?" He said, at her nod he snorted and Hotaru gasped and then glared even harder at him. He just didn't seem to get the fact that she was dangerous. "Who cares? You could be Satan for all I care, you couldn't beat me even if my hands were tied behind my back girl, I have much more experience than you do."

"More experience? I am thousands of years old! I was reborn into the world, I am more dangerous than you would think, mortal." She had a sudden feeling of hatred for the scowling man before her, he didn't seem to care that she could very well kill him where he stood. She knew it would be hard, but she had no doubt she could do it. He scoffed at her confession, turned and started back down the hall. He missed the faint glow of purple that emitted from her forehead, he missed the fact that she was hovering an inch above the floor, he missed the fact that a small tear had escaped her slightly twitching eye. "Asshole!"

At that he turned to glare at her, but she was gone. Frowning, he shrugged and continued down the hall that led to the kitchen and then the front door.