Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ nor Fushigi Yuugi. Wish I did. But I don't.
Only things I own are a pile of gaming books and Megan.
I opened my arms to give the speaker a hug. The very next thing I knew, it was almost impossible for me to breathe. My rib cage felt like it was being crushed thanks to a petite brown-haired, brown-eyed woman.
"Miaka!" I managed to gasp out. "Can't breathe!!" When the pressure against my rib cage let up, I bent over and took deep breaths.
"Oops..." Miaka said apologizing. "Sorry Mika." I could only shake my head at her air-headedness.
I finally regained what oxygen I lost from when Miaka hugged me and looked over to her partner. "Has she been taking lessons from Nuriko or is she just excited to see me?" I asked her the dark blue- haired, gray-eyed man.
"Probably just excited." He answered. "We haven't seen Nuriko since we moved to Satan City." I nodded in acceptance and straightened up. I took a quick peek over at Vejita and Bulma. Bulma was looking a bit puzzled, and Vejita...Well Vejita had his, from what I could tell, normal scowl on his face.
It was at that moment that Bulma spoke up. "You three know each other?" She asked turning her head to try and look at the three of us at once.
"Yeah," I said. "I knew Taka and Miaka from before I lived in my cabin. I didn't realize that they had moved in the past couple of years..." My voice trailed away as I was taking count of the people present. "Umm...Miaka. Taka. Where is your son?" I ask curiously.
I watched as Miaka's eyes started to fill with tears and Taka hung his head dejectedly. "He had become seriously ill." Taka said in a bare whisper. "We did all that we could for him, but it wasn't enough." I gave Miaka a small hug, and placed my hand on Taka's shoulder in understanding. "We moved here two months after the funeral to start our lives over." Taka took a deep breath, gave his head a shake, and looked up with a smile on his face. "But we aren't here to relive past sadness. We are here to get to know my wonderful new boss and to eat." At the word 'eat', Miaka cheered up instantly and started to look around for, I believe, the picnic table.
"Miaka, the food isn't ready yet." I told the brown haired woman. Miaka did a mock frown.
"Megan?" Bulma asked for the second time since the hug. "How well do you three know each other?"
"Pretty well." I said, "We've known each other about 9 years before I moved, and it has been about three to five years since I last saw them. Why?"
Bulma just shook her head. "I just thought it was strange that my son brought home a nice stranger that I ended up inviting to a small gathering of friends that I'm having for my new Vice-President of Accounting and his wife and they all know each other." Bulma just shrugged and grinned at the couple. "Oh well, it's just a coincidence. The other should be arriving soon and Trunks, my son, is going to be down any moment." Bulma started to lead the way to the picnic table. "Vejita come on."
It took me a few seconds to notice the others were moving to have a seat at the table. I was running Bulma's comment through my mind. 'Us three being here at the same time, a coincidence?' I thought to myself looking at Bulma. Then I noticed something that I didn't notice before. 'Nope, not a coincidence, but something planned by those higher up.' I grimaced a little then let my face smooth out and fold up into a small smile.
I started to make my way over to the table not really watching where I was going.
"Oof!" I felt like I had run into a solid wall. I stepped back a couple of paces and gently rubbed my nose.
"Goku, about time you showed up." I heard Bulma called out. "And next time watch where you are going. Megan ran into you."
"Hey Bulma," I heard what I now recognized as a body call out to the lavender-haired woman. "Chichi wouldn't let us leave until Goten finished his book." Goku started to look around. "By the way, who's Megan?" He got finally asked. By that time, I was able to take in the dark-haired man in front of me. I knew I wouldn't like him on a social basis.
"Right behind you idiot." I said to him. He turned around and gave me the goofiest grin I had ever seen. It made me dislike him more.
"Hi!" He said with that grin still plastered on his face. "My name is Son Goku." (AN: I'm using Goku's Japanese name in this. Makes me feel better.) "This is my wife Chichi and my son Goten." He introduced the rest of his family. I gave a polite bow to Chichi and smiled brightly to Goten. Even though Goten had the same facial features of his father, I knew that I would like him better. Much to my displeasure, I decided to shake hands with the big idiot. After the introductions, I quickly stepped around Goku and made my way to the table.
"That man is a complete idiot and probably more of an airhead than Miaka." I muttered under my breath so that people wouldn't hear me. I took a seat beside Taka and much to my distaste, Goku decided to sit across from me. I looked away and made eye contact with Vejita. He gave me a small smirk then turned his head away.
"Hey Bulma, when are we going to eat?" I heard the idiot Goku ask. I just slightly shook my head. 'He is starting to sound more like Miaka as time goes by,' I thought to myself. 'Probably has an appetite like her as well.'
"Goku!" I heard Chichi screech. Well that was what it sounded like at the moment. "We are not going to eat until the others arrive. Understand?" I had to give the lady a mental applause for doing that. Goku just nodded his head sadly. I noticed Miaka heaving a sad little sigh. That was when Goku decided to cheer up and start to wave like a madman.
"Hey Trunks!" He called out. "Where have you been hiding?"
"I haven't been hiding." Said the boy as he took a seat beside me. "I've just been cleaning up. That's all." I smiled down to Trunks, and then made a crazy face while pointing to Goku without dummy seeing it. Trunks chuckled a little then looked at Goten. "Hey Goten?" The miniature version of Goku looked up at Trunks questioningly. "Want to play until the others get here?" Trunks asked. Both children looked at their respective mothers. "Please?" They said in unison.
"Just be in hearing distance for when we call you to eat." Bulma said after conferring quickly with Chichi. The two kids quickly hopped down and raced off somewhere. I looked on thoughtfully in the direction that they left.
"Hey Mika, what's up?" Taka asked, pulling me out of my reverie.
"Hmm..." I looked over to Taka, still a little distracted. "Oh just that a couple is headed this way. And one of them looks like a mix between those two over there." I waved a hand in Chichi and Goku's general direction.
"That must be Gohan and Videl." Bulma said happily. "Although how did you know that they were there?"
"I just noticed them." Bulma gave me a blank expression. I smiled mysteriously to her.
Gohan and Videl had soon come around the side of Capsule Corp. Both were somewhat oblivious to what was going on. The first thought I had when I saw Gohan was 'Cute nerd.' In my definition, that was an oxymoron. With Videl, the thought was 'Liberated.' She came across to me as a woman who can hold her own against almost anyone. The two were love stricken.
"Hey Gohan!" Goku said cheerfully. I just shuddered a little bit. "What took you guys so long?"
Gohan looked up from Videl and gave the man a very similar smile. "Nothing much Father. Videl had to stop by her Dad's to check up on him and Buu."
"So how are they doing?" Bulma asked.
"Pretty good," Videl answered. "Those two get along pretty well. I can't wait to have children. Dad will be the perfect babysitter for them."
"That's all well and good Videl, but I should think you should know who our three guests are." Bulma said indicating Taka, Miaka, and me. "This is Sukunami Taka, his wife Miaka, and a good, lost friend of theirs Megan." Taka and Miaka gave a cheery hello, while I just nodded my head. A couple that had come in just behind the two had grabbed my attention.
"Hey Krillen. Hey 18." Goku called out waving. "Where's Marron?" Krillen was a short guy without a nose it seemed. Eighteen was a beautiful blonde that looked, well, eighteen.
"We got Master Roshi to watch her, since we wanted to do something fun after this." Krillen said wrapping an arm around 18's waist. I watched as Krillen avoided Vejita and grinned a little to myself. He walked over to the three of us and introduced himself and his wife. Both Taka and Miaka where delighted to meet the two, but when I shook hands with Eighteen I felt something odd. I could feel the fire inside of her and the fact that she had body heat, yet I knew somehow her fire was cut off from the rest of her. Like she couldn't access it and let it do what it is supposed to do.
Bulma soon said that everyone who was supposed to be there was there, and called the two boys in for dinner. I laughed inside as I saw Taka's eyes bug out when robots started to bring out an unimaginable amount of food for the table. I couldn't decide if his reaction was from the food or the machines. Once everything was set, and everybody had a drink or something, Bulma declared it was time to eat. To my surprise, Vejita, Goku, Gohan, Goten, and Trunks had appetites that rivaled Miaka's. The rest of us ate regular, human-sized portions. I was only able to take a few bites as my hunger was soon diminished watching the majority of the men and Miaka eat.
Taka looked extremely embarrassed as Miaka kept on devouring everything in front of her. Soon the meal, or feeding frenzy as I mentally tagged it, had settled down to an eating competition between Vejita, Goku, and Miaka. I could only stare in wonder as Miaka out ate everyone at the table. I stood, stretching from my seat, and started to silently clear off the table. Nobody really noticed me as I did so, which was what I wanted. Everybody else had settled down and was talking to someone as I left to take dishes inside. I was able to find the kitchen easily and started stacking dishes beside the sink. It took them about fifteen minutes before someone discovered that I was gone.
It was as I was walking back out to grab the last of the dishes that I felt it. It was a heat. It was the kind that a person's body throws off. It was a heat that I only felt a few times in my life. I noticed the way Taka perked up a little and started to scan his surroundings. I knew he felt it too. Warily I took my place again, keeping an eye out for something. A few minutes later, I felt a new kind of heat.
"Hey, Mr. Piccolo." Gohan called out happily into the trees. Soon a tall, green man came out looking pissed. I heard Miaka mutter under her breath, "I thought Martians were supposed to be little green men."
Piccolo looked over to Miaka as if he heard what she had said. He smirked a little showing a fang and replied. "Good thing I'm neither little nor from Mars." His face got serious again as Miaka 'eeped' and ducked behind Taka. "But Dende told me to warn you guys that a couple of some things are coming here. He doesn't know why they are coming or what they are, but one he says feels evil."
By that time, I had let my gaze wander around trying to see what the others are missing. When I saw the ring on Bulma's finger, I let out a string of curses at my own forgetfulness and at the stupidity of the higher ups that made almost everyone blush.
"Bulma, two real quick questions, and I need honest answers." I said right after my swearing fit. Bulma just blinked at my total personality switch. "First, where did you get that ring?" I pointed to the ring on her left middle finger. The same place where mine resided.
"Um...Vejita gave it to me." She said quietly. "It was an anniversary present about seven months ago."
I nodded. "That answers my next question." I closed my eyes letting all this information sink in. I knew what that ring was. It was like mine: a symbol and a marker. The ring I wore symbolized who I am and marked me for what I was. And Bulma was wearing a ring similar to mine, although hers was a dragon as where mine was a phoenix feather. I quickly got up and started to pace, trying to figure out what they wanted, unaware of the stares that I was getting.
"Um...Mika?" Trunks got up the courage to ask. "Why is Momma's ring so important?"
I glanced at Trunks, finally aware of the looks heading my way. "Because it is like mine, little one." I answered softly with a little bitterness mixed in. Taka and Miaka gasped lightly at my statement. "Which one?" Taka asked.
I gave him a little smirk. "Ironically, Seiryuu."
"That means..." He began.
"Yep." I agreed. "Some of the Seiryuu bunch is going to be brought back to act as guides. Just the way you and the others were guides for me."
"Excuse us for interrupting," an extremely annoyed and annoying voice said. "But would you mind telling us what is going on? And how is my ring like yours?" I turned to Bulma with an explanation on my lips, but as I did so I felt a build up and release of heat. Acting on instincts, I quickly ran over and pushed Bulma into Vejita right before a large ball of energy hit me since I was standing where Bulma was moments before. The attack slammed me hard into the side of the building.
"Mika!!!" I heard someone shout. 'Funny.' I thought before I lost my grasp on reality. 'They sound like Chichiri.'
****** So far so good.
I opened my arms to give the speaker a hug. The very next thing I knew, it was almost impossible for me to breathe. My rib cage felt like it was being crushed thanks to a petite brown-haired, brown-eyed woman.
"Miaka!" I managed to gasp out. "Can't breathe!!" When the pressure against my rib cage let up, I bent over and took deep breaths.
"Oops..." Miaka said apologizing. "Sorry Mika." I could only shake my head at her air-headedness.
I finally regained what oxygen I lost from when Miaka hugged me and looked over to her partner. "Has she been taking lessons from Nuriko or is she just excited to see me?" I asked her the dark blue- haired, gray-eyed man.
"Probably just excited." He answered. "We haven't seen Nuriko since we moved to Satan City." I nodded in acceptance and straightened up. I took a quick peek over at Vejita and Bulma. Bulma was looking a bit puzzled, and Vejita...Well Vejita had his, from what I could tell, normal scowl on his face.
It was at that moment that Bulma spoke up. "You three know each other?" She asked turning her head to try and look at the three of us at once.
"Yeah," I said. "I knew Taka and Miaka from before I lived in my cabin. I didn't realize that they had moved in the past couple of years..." My voice trailed away as I was taking count of the people present. "Umm...Miaka. Taka. Where is your son?" I ask curiously.
I watched as Miaka's eyes started to fill with tears and Taka hung his head dejectedly. "He had become seriously ill." Taka said in a bare whisper. "We did all that we could for him, but it wasn't enough." I gave Miaka a small hug, and placed my hand on Taka's shoulder in understanding. "We moved here two months after the funeral to start our lives over." Taka took a deep breath, gave his head a shake, and looked up with a smile on his face. "But we aren't here to relive past sadness. We are here to get to know my wonderful new boss and to eat." At the word 'eat', Miaka cheered up instantly and started to look around for, I believe, the picnic table.
"Miaka, the food isn't ready yet." I told the brown haired woman. Miaka did a mock frown.
"Megan?" Bulma asked for the second time since the hug. "How well do you three know each other?"
"Pretty well." I said, "We've known each other about 9 years before I moved, and it has been about three to five years since I last saw them. Why?"
Bulma just shook her head. "I just thought it was strange that my son brought home a nice stranger that I ended up inviting to a small gathering of friends that I'm having for my new Vice-President of Accounting and his wife and they all know each other." Bulma just shrugged and grinned at the couple. "Oh well, it's just a coincidence. The other should be arriving soon and Trunks, my son, is going to be down any moment." Bulma started to lead the way to the picnic table. "Vejita come on."
It took me a few seconds to notice the others were moving to have a seat at the table. I was running Bulma's comment through my mind. 'Us three being here at the same time, a coincidence?' I thought to myself looking at Bulma. Then I noticed something that I didn't notice before. 'Nope, not a coincidence, but something planned by those higher up.' I grimaced a little then let my face smooth out and fold up into a small smile.
I started to make my way over to the table not really watching where I was going.
"Oof!" I felt like I had run into a solid wall. I stepped back a couple of paces and gently rubbed my nose.
"Goku, about time you showed up." I heard Bulma called out. "And next time watch where you are going. Megan ran into you."
"Hey Bulma," I heard what I now recognized as a body call out to the lavender-haired woman. "Chichi wouldn't let us leave until Goten finished his book." Goku started to look around. "By the way, who's Megan?" He got finally asked. By that time, I was able to take in the dark-haired man in front of me. I knew I wouldn't like him on a social basis.
"Right behind you idiot." I said to him. He turned around and gave me the goofiest grin I had ever seen. It made me dislike him more.
"Hi!" He said with that grin still plastered on his face. "My name is Son Goku." (AN: I'm using Goku's Japanese name in this. Makes me feel better.) "This is my wife Chichi and my son Goten." He introduced the rest of his family. I gave a polite bow to Chichi and smiled brightly to Goten. Even though Goten had the same facial features of his father, I knew that I would like him better. Much to my displeasure, I decided to shake hands with the big idiot. After the introductions, I quickly stepped around Goku and made my way to the table.
"That man is a complete idiot and probably more of an airhead than Miaka." I muttered under my breath so that people wouldn't hear me. I took a seat beside Taka and much to my distaste, Goku decided to sit across from me. I looked away and made eye contact with Vejita. He gave me a small smirk then turned his head away.
"Hey Bulma, when are we going to eat?" I heard the idiot Goku ask. I just slightly shook my head. 'He is starting to sound more like Miaka as time goes by,' I thought to myself. 'Probably has an appetite like her as well.'
"Goku!" I heard Chichi screech. Well that was what it sounded like at the moment. "We are not going to eat until the others arrive. Understand?" I had to give the lady a mental applause for doing that. Goku just nodded his head sadly. I noticed Miaka heaving a sad little sigh. That was when Goku decided to cheer up and start to wave like a madman.
"Hey Trunks!" He called out. "Where have you been hiding?"
"I haven't been hiding." Said the boy as he took a seat beside me. "I've just been cleaning up. That's all." I smiled down to Trunks, and then made a crazy face while pointing to Goku without dummy seeing it. Trunks chuckled a little then looked at Goten. "Hey Goten?" The miniature version of Goku looked up at Trunks questioningly. "Want to play until the others get here?" Trunks asked. Both children looked at their respective mothers. "Please?" They said in unison.
"Just be in hearing distance for when we call you to eat." Bulma said after conferring quickly with Chichi. The two kids quickly hopped down and raced off somewhere. I looked on thoughtfully in the direction that they left.
"Hey Mika, what's up?" Taka asked, pulling me out of my reverie.
"Hmm..." I looked over to Taka, still a little distracted. "Oh just that a couple is headed this way. And one of them looks like a mix between those two over there." I waved a hand in Chichi and Goku's general direction.
"That must be Gohan and Videl." Bulma said happily. "Although how did you know that they were there?"
"I just noticed them." Bulma gave me a blank expression. I smiled mysteriously to her.
Gohan and Videl had soon come around the side of Capsule Corp. Both were somewhat oblivious to what was going on. The first thought I had when I saw Gohan was 'Cute nerd.' In my definition, that was an oxymoron. With Videl, the thought was 'Liberated.' She came across to me as a woman who can hold her own against almost anyone. The two were love stricken.
"Hey Gohan!" Goku said cheerfully. I just shuddered a little bit. "What took you guys so long?"
Gohan looked up from Videl and gave the man a very similar smile. "Nothing much Father. Videl had to stop by her Dad's to check up on him and Buu."
"So how are they doing?" Bulma asked.
"Pretty good," Videl answered. "Those two get along pretty well. I can't wait to have children. Dad will be the perfect babysitter for them."
"That's all well and good Videl, but I should think you should know who our three guests are." Bulma said indicating Taka, Miaka, and me. "This is Sukunami Taka, his wife Miaka, and a good, lost friend of theirs Megan." Taka and Miaka gave a cheery hello, while I just nodded my head. A couple that had come in just behind the two had grabbed my attention.
"Hey Krillen. Hey 18." Goku called out waving. "Where's Marron?" Krillen was a short guy without a nose it seemed. Eighteen was a beautiful blonde that looked, well, eighteen.
"We got Master Roshi to watch her, since we wanted to do something fun after this." Krillen said wrapping an arm around 18's waist. I watched as Krillen avoided Vejita and grinned a little to myself. He walked over to the three of us and introduced himself and his wife. Both Taka and Miaka where delighted to meet the two, but when I shook hands with Eighteen I felt something odd. I could feel the fire inside of her and the fact that she had body heat, yet I knew somehow her fire was cut off from the rest of her. Like she couldn't access it and let it do what it is supposed to do.
Bulma soon said that everyone who was supposed to be there was there, and called the two boys in for dinner. I laughed inside as I saw Taka's eyes bug out when robots started to bring out an unimaginable amount of food for the table. I couldn't decide if his reaction was from the food or the machines. Once everything was set, and everybody had a drink or something, Bulma declared it was time to eat. To my surprise, Vejita, Goku, Gohan, Goten, and Trunks had appetites that rivaled Miaka's. The rest of us ate regular, human-sized portions. I was only able to take a few bites as my hunger was soon diminished watching the majority of the men and Miaka eat.
Taka looked extremely embarrassed as Miaka kept on devouring everything in front of her. Soon the meal, or feeding frenzy as I mentally tagged it, had settled down to an eating competition between Vejita, Goku, and Miaka. I could only stare in wonder as Miaka out ate everyone at the table. I stood, stretching from my seat, and started to silently clear off the table. Nobody really noticed me as I did so, which was what I wanted. Everybody else had settled down and was talking to someone as I left to take dishes inside. I was able to find the kitchen easily and started stacking dishes beside the sink. It took them about fifteen minutes before someone discovered that I was gone.
It was as I was walking back out to grab the last of the dishes that I felt it. It was a heat. It was the kind that a person's body throws off. It was a heat that I only felt a few times in my life. I noticed the way Taka perked up a little and started to scan his surroundings. I knew he felt it too. Warily I took my place again, keeping an eye out for something. A few minutes later, I felt a new kind of heat.
"Hey, Mr. Piccolo." Gohan called out happily into the trees. Soon a tall, green man came out looking pissed. I heard Miaka mutter under her breath, "I thought Martians were supposed to be little green men."
Piccolo looked over to Miaka as if he heard what she had said. He smirked a little showing a fang and replied. "Good thing I'm neither little nor from Mars." His face got serious again as Miaka 'eeped' and ducked behind Taka. "But Dende told me to warn you guys that a couple of some things are coming here. He doesn't know why they are coming or what they are, but one he says feels evil."
By that time, I had let my gaze wander around trying to see what the others are missing. When I saw the ring on Bulma's finger, I let out a string of curses at my own forgetfulness and at the stupidity of the higher ups that made almost everyone blush.
"Bulma, two real quick questions, and I need honest answers." I said right after my swearing fit. Bulma just blinked at my total personality switch. "First, where did you get that ring?" I pointed to the ring on her left middle finger. The same place where mine resided.
"Um...Vejita gave it to me." She said quietly. "It was an anniversary present about seven months ago."
I nodded. "That answers my next question." I closed my eyes letting all this information sink in. I knew what that ring was. It was like mine: a symbol and a marker. The ring I wore symbolized who I am and marked me for what I was. And Bulma was wearing a ring similar to mine, although hers was a dragon as where mine was a phoenix feather. I quickly got up and started to pace, trying to figure out what they wanted, unaware of the stares that I was getting.
"Um...Mika?" Trunks got up the courage to ask. "Why is Momma's ring so important?"
I glanced at Trunks, finally aware of the looks heading my way. "Because it is like mine, little one." I answered softly with a little bitterness mixed in. Taka and Miaka gasped lightly at my statement. "Which one?" Taka asked.
I gave him a little smirk. "Ironically, Seiryuu."
"That means..." He began.
"Yep." I agreed. "Some of the Seiryuu bunch is going to be brought back to act as guides. Just the way you and the others were guides for me."
"Excuse us for interrupting," an extremely annoyed and annoying voice said. "But would you mind telling us what is going on? And how is my ring like yours?" I turned to Bulma with an explanation on my lips, but as I did so I felt a build up and release of heat. Acting on instincts, I quickly ran over and pushed Bulma into Vejita right before a large ball of energy hit me since I was standing where Bulma was moments before. The attack slammed me hard into the side of the building.
"Mika!!!" I heard someone shout. 'Funny.' I thought before I lost my grasp on reality. 'They sound like Chichiri.'
****** So far so good.
