Disclaimer: No, DBZ isn't mine...if it was...there'd be more female "KEWL" character, like Videl, Pan, Bulma, Bra and Chichi...the only things i own from this...is the story line, and Damiana...Ladditz is Ssj-Ladditz'...I hope she won't sue...I'm just borrowing...

A/N: This is chapter one, what you read previously was the prologue. That's to help you understand the rest of this oh-so interesting story. -.-' don't flame me for what appears to continue. Any other time I'd never think of writing something graphic or otherwise, but...This had to work this way for....a reason....read..*sniffles and whimpers*~Go!

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Chapter 1

4 Years after Damiana left the Saiya-jin ship

A dark-haired girl crawled, out of a crash, onto the soft wet morning grass, but passed out. She was still alive, but very ill. A scar, that wasn't there before, crossed over her right eye.

Soon, an old woman found herand called out for herson to carry the young girl to their home. Obviously, she couldn't leave the poor girl out there with a storm coming.

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Damiana woke up to see before her, a small room with fringe-covered windows, a small bookshelf and a stand with a vase full of fresh roses.A young man slept silently in a wicker chair in a corner.

"Uhh...What in blazes of Vegetasei?!.." She sat up, quickly, the blanket falling around her waist, but she grabbed it just as quickly when she realized she was barely dressed. Her clothes were obviously torn and thrown out, being how there were so many bandages.

The young man, Daren, shot up, startled by Damiana's sudden screaming.

"Miss, please, calm down...Are you alright?" He asked, but when she just stared blankly at him he asked, "Can you hear me?"

"Of course I can hear you, fool. I do have ears.Now, now tell me what I'm doing here, Damn it!!"

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Two months after Damiana's crashland on Earth, she was healthy enough to continue on her venture to find her sister and,if by any chance he existed, her uncle. The old lady tried to get her to stay a while longer, just incase but , much to the lady's dismay, Damiana left anyway.

Soon she had made it to Satan City, where, unknown by her, Gohan and Videl went to Orange Star High School (A/N: I may have that wrong in a way, don't yell...). Damiana found, on the outskirts of town, an old rickety abandoned shack.

Two vagrants happened to live here, but no one else knew, except themselves. They allowed her stay, but they, both male, had...not so kind plans for the Saiya-jin.

"Hey...hey Denim..Do ya think she's gonna go and let us screw 'er?" Asked the slightly dumber of the two, but anyone would say he was also the nastier one.

"She'll have to...If she wants to stay here....and live." Denim told his friend, silently.

Damiana sighed and dropped her bag and armor on the floor of her new room. Well, not really new, the carpet needed a good scrub down, the curtains were tattered and torn and the windows were either cracked or broken completely. The four-poster's curtains were torn up and, what looked like blood stained them. There was also a small pale blue desk with a rickety chiar that would have fallen if Damiana had been any more heavier.

"I guess it'll do since I'm only staying for a short--"Damiana stopped, sensing the two men standing behind her.

"A short time? Why only a short time, Miss...?" Denim asked, slightly daring Damiana to answer.

"Damiana Jade Son, but you can call me--"

"Whatever we want!" Denim lunged forward and caught Damiana by her wrists, then smirking slightly, twisted her arm behind her back and up.

"Ahh! Lemme go, you freak!"Damiana howled out in pain as he pushed her arm up more, causing bones to crack. He, then, pulled her to him and brushed her hair from her ear.

"First Traega, then me, deal, missy?"

"What!?" Damiana squirmed to get out of his grip, but since she had stopped training from the time she left the Saiya-jin ship to the time she crashed on Earth, she couldn't free herself. Traega smirked then took her from Denim and threw her onto the bed. She quickly powered a ki blast but missed.

"Calm down, bitch, we'll be done soon...if yer a good little slut.....maybe.." Traega pulled out of his pocket a 1 inch switchblade and cut Damiana's clothing, then did the most horrid thing anyone could do to another. He raped her, followed by Denim.

Damiana sobbed and sobbed into the half-bloodied pillow, but not becase of what Traega and Denim had done, but because she couldn't even stop them.

"I must say...WAS EXCELLENT!" Traega laughed as he and Denim lounged around in the living room.

"You said it, Denim...But that girl seems...odd.."Traega frowned, "..She had a...tail.."

"she's definitely got something wrong with her...that odd blast thing that shot outta her hand...weird" Denim added as traega nodded in agreement.

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Lyta's Rambles (did ya miss 'em??)

Well,porr DAmiana..I never thought I'd ever write anything like this story before...but don't worry. Rescue...believe it or not, is on the way. Oh, and...~_^ It gets A LOT happier! Like I'd make a really really sad ficcy....bah! oh well! till...whenever! Gracias Todos! (=^-.-^= Tired Kitten)