:::Dream Maker:::
Chapter 7: Hello Stranger!



(Piccolo)


Why did I EVEN bother to speak with Shiga again? Had I lost my mind? What was the point? She had made the perfect come-back on me... in one word. I mean for cryin' out loud, she was better at arguing than Vegeta! But she did use different techniques... very different. This uh, wasn't necessarily a good thing. Although it was nice to talk to someone who doesn't constantly call me 'Green Bean' or 'Baka' all the time... but still, all she wanted to do was argue it seemed. But mostly with me. I'd never seen her argue with Gohan or his family... nor the Briefs'. WHY ME? You'd think she'd want to avoid me. But then again... each time that she'd really argued with me, I'd come to her. Greeeaat.

I was still just staring down at her of course. And of course she had this cocky little smirk on her face, feeling witty, no doubt. You know... I hadn't really noticed it before, but she really was attractive as far as Human's go. Not that I was 'interested' or anything, I mean good grief, I'm an A-type anyway, not some weak human... but I bet Gohan or perhaps an older Trunks would have ACTUALLY been attracted to this spunky girl. A scary thought... but yes, she was 'pretty' by human standards. Or for what I believe to be human standards. Don't know how accurate I could possibly be... humans can be a bit confusing. That's one thing I've learned on Earth. NOTHING is simple.

She had dark brown hair, with the tiniest bit or red added to it that reached just barely past her shoulders... some how her bangs managed to be longer than her hair, but still be known as bangs. Actually, they looked more like blades... swooping down from her forehead, and down to her chest more, past the base of her neck. Almost like Goku's, but not springing up in the air. The rest of her hair seemed fairly normal, overlapping her shoulders just barely in a soft wave.

She wasn't tall as far as humans go, but not really short either. Of course she was unmistakably short compared to me, but that's me. She was in pretty good shape for her age and origin, too... I mean come on, she's no Gohan, but for an average teen human female, she was in good shape. Minus her cuts and bruises. Her skin wasn't light like some humans, but it wasn't really dark either. Probably closer to dark than light though, if you had to measure it. She had a slightly pointed nose, but actually quite soft looking, unlike mine. The rest of her face almost seemed to be the ideal for humans. Medium forehead, medium chin, nice width and length, and her eyebrows weren't too bushy or thin. I guess her eyes were what caught my attention most though... well, considering she was staring a hole through me, yeah. But they were green. Maybe an 'olive' green shade? That's probably the closest description of her eyes I could get. They weren't particularly large or anything, just green. And her long eye-lashes... but otherwise they were normal.

"What are you looking at?" I finally spoke up. Shiga just continued to look at me, as if in deep thought. I couldn't take much more of that... just STARING. And usually that's not too bad, except that it was Shiga. I was used to being stared down by Vegeta. But Shiga... I don't know, I just couldn't take it.

"What, are you deaf?" I stared back at her, but it just made me more un-easy. "Fine, you're mute, I don't care." I lifted off, feeling like a total fool. How had she out-matched me? She had beaten me in every aspect... in every possible way since I've known her, she's found some sort of way to win every challenge. It didn't make sense... she was nothing but a mere human, a WEAK human, how did she control me so much? What had she found out about me? Something that perhaps I'm not aware of yet... and I'm no fool, I don't ignore my own actions entirely. Only an imbecile would be that proud and ignorant. Though I may appear to be by weak humans, the human race is almost entirely consisted of fools.

So who's the fool? The fool, or the one who judges others to be fools? And see, that's the irony of it all... a true fool would not realize he's blind to what goes on before him. I shook the thoughts and landed in my current spot near the mountains. And somehow, I was able to meditate.


(Shiga)




I went back 'home' after Piccolo flew off. Man... I HAVE to ask him how he can fly. Or maybe it was just a green man thing. But it would be sooo cool if I could fly... it looked like a whole lot of fun. Anyway, I went back 'home' or otherwise known as Capsule Corp. feeling pretty darn good about myself. I didn't bother knocking on the door of C.C., I just waltzed right in and to 'my' room. It really was nice of Bulma and the Briefs' to let me live there... and I didn't really have any other place to go. I took out a book and began to read, dismissing any thoughts into some sci-fi novel Bulma let me borrow.


It wasn't long before I heard a knock on the door, and looked up from the book. Who would possibly be at C.C. now? It wasn't PICCOLO again, was it? No... couldn't be, he rarely knocks. The Son family perhaps? Maybe it was Gohan. My question was soon answered.

"Shiga, you have a young man here who wants to speak with you!" I heard Bulma holler from below.

HUH? A young man, eh? That felt too much like a date... I put down the book and headed down the stairs. "Who is it?" I asked Bulma when I reached the end of the stair-case.

"He says he's a friend." Bulma shrugged and walked away from the door.

"Hello...?" I poked my head around the door to come face-to-face with a slightly tall and handsome young man. "Do I know you?" Something about him looked way too familiar...

The kid just looked at me for a couple seconds, then snapped out of it. "N... no, I'm afraid you don't. But I am a friend." He said, his voice was a little deep... and somewhat familiar.

Okaaaay... he's a friend, but I don't know him... that makes a WHOLE lot of sense. The boy, most likely seeing my confusion, spoke up.

"May I come in?" He said, and I nodded to him.

The boy hesitated a couple more seconds, and then began to speak again.

"My sister... is very sick, and I do not know where to find the ingredient of which can heal her. I came here to ask that you help me find that ingredient."

O...kay. What an interesting way to start off a conversation... and I just couldn't get past that he looked so VERY familiar.

"Are you sure I don't know you? What's your name...?" I asked getting more curious now.

"I... can't tell you my name. For reasons I am not allowed to state, M... iss Shiga." Why in all the world was he stuttering so much? He seemed to be avoiding eye contact.

"Well, I'm afraid I can't really help you." I frowned. "Besides, I can't remember a thing, you've got the wrong person... please leave." The boy looked almost shocked, like he had expected me to help him out.

"Miss Shiga, please excuse my rudeness... but this is very important, I love my sister very much, and if I don't find this flower to heal her, she will certainly die. My... mother died a few years from this ti... a few years back, from the same disease as what my sister has now. The cure was not found when my mother died, and it is a VERY rare flower, of which I cannot find on my own... I beg of you, please, help me, or at least give me some advice." He said that so truthfully... I could actually see his eyes getting watery, shining with a glazed-over look.

"A... flower? As a cure?" I asked him. I... remembered something. There was some sort of area in the mountain tops with rare flowers. Could that be what he was talking about...? And how had I remembered that so suddenly...

He nodded, "Yes, a flower... it has a yellow and orange center, with midnight-blue petals... and a red stem."

I thought hard... a red stem... that felt familiar, just like the boy spoke and looked familiar... I nodded to him and rested my head in my hands, beginning to rub my temples. "I think I can help you..." I was beginning to think that this boy could help me remember some of my past. The recognition of him... it was powerful. "But I expect SOMETHING in return." I added, not wanting him to get carried away.

"Oh, THANK you Shiga!" He exclaimed.


This boy... so familiar... he had dark red hair, that formed in clumps like icicles hanging down from the top of his head. I couldn't quite place what his hair alone reminded me of... or actually, it kind of looked like mine. Though I only had two icicle spikes facing downward, he had about five, and of course, his hair was much shorter than mine... and my hair wasn't red. Well, not entirely anyway. Mine was mostly dark brown, with only a few strips of red in it.

His eyes were green, and had no iris... they were very large eyes compared to mine, but the same olive-green color. Perhaps this was my brother or cousin...? Or maybe a distant relative?

"Am I... somehow related to you...?" I quizzed. "You said you won't say your name, but are you my brother or something?"

The boy looked taken aback sort of. "You... COULD say I'm related to you, but, that is all I can tell you... I'm very sorry, but it is vital that I don't tell you much." The guy looked pretty darn uncomfortable standing there.

"Here... take a seat." Although this guy was pretty annoying about the secrecy, I was actually beginning to feel kind of sorry for him. Why couldn't he tell me anything? He took a seat, still looking way too uncomfortable. Was he shy around girls or something? And he still wouldn't make eye contact with me...

To say more about his appearance, he had a very strong build. Even THAT looked familiar... but then again, I've been hanging around basically no one but buff guys. Though he didn't really have Goku or Vegeta's build. It was some-what more slender and tall looking, but still stable in a very clear way. Something about it... it was just so recognizable. I wish I could place it.

He had slightly pointed ears, too. Like an elf's. Or maybe a miniature Piccolo's... nothing like I'd really seen before. Or that I could remember seeing. He had a pointed nose as well, and a slightly less pointed chin, but still a little slender looking. The rest of his face was basically normal... slender, but medium sized. His shirt was a dark possibly navy or midnight blue, long sleeved, and reached as far as a light-blue cloth belt around his waste. His pants were about the same shade as his hair... dark and almost bloody colored red. Or maybe more a ruby shade, and they were the usual gi pant style for fighters like Goku, Gohan and Piccolo.

Actually... this guy was kinda cute.

"Hey, would you like a glass of water or something?" I offered.

The boy shook his head. "No thank you."

"Refreshments...?"

"Thanks, I'm fine."

I narrowed my eye-brows. "How about a nick-name?"

That arose some interest. The boy stared at the ground, in deep thought most likely.

"You may call me Kasan."

Aaaawe, I see... this guy's into the metaphorical stuff. Like my name. "Caring for one's health", a fitting title.

"Very well 'Kasan'... what do you expect me to do?"

The boy just blinked and stared at me.

"I... was hoping you'd decide that." 'Kasan' said, looking a bit confused. My WORD he looked uncomfortable.

"Alright..." I said, my humor beginning to perk up. "How 'bout something to eat!"

I could have sworn the boy smiled. But even that was uncomfortable and awkward looking. Then he spoke up again.

"You remind me of someone." He said, still half-smiling.

"Hmm? Who?"

Kasan shook his head in thought. "You're very much like my sister."



(Oh heeeeeeeeey! Did you enjoy? As usual, please, please, pleeeeeease!!! ~Takes a deep breath~ REVIEW! I know this little area here seems to have sort of a slow start... mostly because I went into deeper explanation of what the characters look like, but I promise... it'll get real interesting soon. That is, if this isn't already interesting enough... heheh. And if you're curious, 'Yes' I will start going into a P.O.V. with 'Kasan'. It's gunna explain a lot, so stay tuned!!)