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I sat in the cage and growled as I pulled at the restraining clothing Bulma had put me in. I had finally managed to roll myself onto my belly and I sat there watching a strange view monitor where the son of Goku, I had decided to call him that…he didn't deserve the name Kakarrot, and the son of Vegeta Ouji sat. It was depicting the tale of a warrior who finds out that the world is really a computer program. I smirked it was actually rather good. I cried out as I was picked up by another female, her black hair and eyes made me wonder if she was a Saiyan, but she didn't smell like one.

"I don't like her," the female said and I growled at her. "OOO, what a temper too!" I glared at her and snarled.

"You're emitting pheromones that she can smell, they're telling her you're hostile," Vegeta Ouji said as he looked at me and I cocked my head at him. What had happened to the young boy I had known?

"Oh, well, I still don't like her," the female said as she placed me back down and I looked through the material of the cage and I could see the other room where Goku, Vegeta Ouji, Bulma, and the new female sat, talking about me.

"Well, seeing as she gets along with both Goku and Vegeta, I was thinking that we could share her, ever week we switch. Then when she's old enough she can decide with family she's gonna stay with," Bulma said and I shook my head, didn't they have training barracks?

"I agree!" Goku said and I chuckled, that idiot didn't know the first thing about infants.

"Hold on Goku," the female said…ah she was HIS mate. Figured.

"But Chichi, she's an orphan and Vegeta told me she was in the remains of Freiza's ship. She's been alone all of her existence. We ought to give her a second chance," Goku said and I suddenly realized that was true…about my whole life, not just in this body. Was this…was this my second chance? Was I being given a second chance to live?

"I have to agree with Goku," Bulma said as she began to inhale smoke from a small, white cylinder of sort. It smelled foul.

"Whatever you say woman, I'm going to train, you coming Kakarrot?" Vegeta Ouji said as he exited the room followed by Goku. I watched as the two females stood over me.

"Well, since she's here, we'll take her the first week," Bulma said. I looked up at her as she brought me up into a sitting position. A lock of my hair fell into my face and I smiled as I looked at it. Yes a second chance at innocence would be nice…I would atone for all the evil I had done. Perhaps I could make up for Raditz too…

"Oop, someone looks sleepy," Bulma said and I looked up at her. She picked me up and I yawned. I wasn't that tired…oh, who the hell was I fooling? I was asleep by the time she started up the stairs.

***

I woke up with a start! Where was I? Where were the others? Nion? Pumak? Nappa? Raditz? I began to cry in terror! Where was I? Not alone again! I hated being alone! I screamed even louder as a strange smelling female grabbed me, her hands ! NO! NO! NO! I wanted my teammates, my friends, my…my family! I screamed even louder, her words meant nothing to me. She wasn't one of us, she wasn't my family! Suddenly the smell of one of us entered the room and I began to struggled trying to get to it.

"What in the name of Dende is going on here?" he demanded! Vegeta Ouji! The Ouji! I began to cry and weep until I was shoved into his warm arms. I clutched to him and whimpered as I nuzzled him. I curled up into a ball and sniffled as he held me.

"She was screaming, she didn't stop until you came it…it must be the scent," Bulma muttered and I shook with fear, I was back in HLIF. But that had only been a nightmare. I shook against my Ouji and I could sense his confusion about me. I could suddenly hear the crys of another infant. "Damn, that's Bra!" Bulma was gone and I was alone in Vegeta Ouji's arms.

"What is the matter, Chibi?" he asked and I looked up at him, I could feel the tears going down my cheeks, but for once I wasn't ashamed of them. "Why do you need me? I don't understand. My own brats feared me and I was screaming when I entered, yet you still came to me. Was it instinct? Or do you want one of your kind near?" He asked as he held me and I started to stop shivering.

"You have an old soul if you're having nightmares already," he said as he placed me in the crib and covered me with a blanket. "Know this, I will be here to protect you, Chibi." With that my Ouji was gone and I sighed as I slowly returned to sleep.

***

I woke the next morning with the boy looking down at me. I blinked at him and he blinked at me.

"You smell," he said as he picked me up and placed me on a table. I knew what was happening and I DID NOT like it. I began to cry as I was stripped and my diaper was removed and I was cleaned by this child. "Kuso, you're nosy too." I did not enjoy having the brat carry me around. Finally, I was deposited in a chair and I looked around. What were they up to? My stomach growled and I blinked at how LOUD it was. The brat and Vegeta Ouji chuckled as Bulma turned around to look at me.

"Woman, why don't you feed Chibi, she appears to be hungry," Vegeta Ouji said as he began to eat a large breakfast. I looked around the room and sighed, the food smelt wonderful, but I didn't have the teeth to crew with. Perhaps they would give me a nutrient shot. I watched as Bulma walked over with something in her hands.

"Really we need to come up with a name for her," she said as she picked me up in the crook of one arm and showed some sort of cylinder with a rubber top to it. "Seriously, we can't call her Chibi for the rest of her life."

"I don't really care," Vegeta Ouji said. "Chibi!" I looked over at him ignoring the cylinder in Bulma's hand. "Besides, she responds to it well enough."

"True, but she needs a real name," Bulma said as she shoved the rubber tip into my mouth and I growled as I gnawed on the rubber top. I was rewarded with warm milk and I smirked as I began to suck down the milk. "My, she's finishing this bottle faster than Trunks used to. Trunks! Go fill two more bottles." Trunks was the boy's name…got it.

"I'm going to train now," Vegeta Ouji said and suddenly I was in the chair thing.

"HOLD ON!! I have a meeting in ten minutes and my mother can only take care of two kids at a time…someone has to watch 'Chibi'," Bulma said as she shoved the cylinder into Vegeta Ouji's hand. He looked at it then at me and I smirked. "You watch her, my mother couldn't possibly know what to do with a Saiyan infant."