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Chapter 3; Next Dimension
I surfaced from a deep and murky sleep...
I was awake, I knew that much, but why I couldn't move I had no answer to. I heard voices, faintly, but steadily growing. Yes, more clearly now, there were three...four...five people; all male.
"Is she dangerous?" one who was very close to me asked.
I wondered how long I had been here. How long had these people been here watching me? I tried moving my fingers, they twitched and that was a start.
"No, right now, she's powerless. Unless she's hiding her power very well or lost it from the fall, there shouldn't be anything to worry about." This voice was deeper and more powerful; it was familiar, but I couldn't place it.
I tried to open my eyes and finally, they obeyed me and slowly crept open. I blinked, then tried sitting up, ignoring those around me. I managed to push myself to my elbows, then into an Indian-style seating position.
"Hi!" said a rather perky voice. "My name's Goku, what's yours?"
I looked at one of my hands and made a fist. Opened it, made a fist, opened it, made a fist; then I tried the other. I put my hand on the back of my head and then drew it back; no blood, no pain, and that was good.
"Girl, who are you?" asked someone in not as good a mood.
I checked my neck, but it didn't hurt. My ankles seemed fine as well as the rest of my legs. I seemed to be, in fact, completely intact and healthy and that was very good. I found I was wearing a pair of my jean shorts and a black tank-top with my straight, thin, soft blonde hair spilling down my shoulders and caressing my knees.
"Hey!" said a short man. "We're talking to you!"
I looked up and glared into his eyes, he backed away.
"Talk all you want, but I don't guarantee an answer," I responded expressionlessly.
I stood, apparently having my strength back, and saw I was on a grassy hill in the middle of nowhere.
"Where is this?" I asked, turning around.
"Tell us who you are," said the one with the rough voice smartly.
"I don't know," I responded simply.
"You...don't know who you are?" asked a tall young boy.
"No, at the moment my identity eludes me. In the meantime, who are you? No, wait, I already know. You're Gohan, a half Saiyan. And that's your father Goku, a Saiyan, and Vegita, also Saiyan. That's Krillin, a human and Piccolo, a Nemakean." I pointed to each one individually as I said their names.
"Have we met?" Krillin asked, still keeping his distance.
"No, I just know who you are, while I don't know who I even am. Confusing business..." I trailed off and shook my head.
My mind was jumbled and sluggish when I tried to think of whom I was, as if some part of me didn't want me to remember. Someone had said something, but I ignored them. Names and faces were racing through my head. Then everything came to a sudden stop and I remembered everything.
"Robert," I whispered softly to myself.
His face was painted in my mind and refused to go anywhere. He had been so beautiful with his golden brown locks and soft, fair face. My heart ached horribly suddenly, but it passed and my thoughts faded away. I looked up and faced them.
"Elizabeth," I said. "My name is Elizabeth."
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We went to the closest house, the Son's residence. Everyone had followed, invited for dinner as the sun left us in the dark. As soon as we were inside, Vegita folded his arms and leaned against the counter.
"Where are you from, girl?" He asked harshly.
"My name is Elizabeth," I replied calmly, "and I'm from Earth, California to be specific."
"California?" Krillin said in halting tones. "Never heard of the place."
"Well, that's probably because it doesn't exist in this dimension and I have no clue how I got here or how to get back...not that I would want to," I said under my breath.
Piccolo looked at me strangely, but said nothing and I remembered his pointed ears could hear better than a human's.
"Did you come from heaven?" Goten asked with innocent eyes.
I smiled softly at him. "Why would you say that?" I asked.
"Because you fell from the sky!" he exclaimed. "Right, dad? Right?"
"Uh-huh," Goku said, smiling at his son. "Are you hurt, by the way?"
"No, not at all, thanks for asking. Here's my question: how did you know I was there?"
"Piccolo saw you falling when we were sparing," said Gohan. "He contacted Vegita and Krillin and we went to see what happened. My turn: Who's Robert?"
I looked at him stunned; he had caught me off guard, that was for sure.
"He...I...er, how do you know...?"
"Back there, you said his name and I'm wondering who he was."
"He...he's no one. No one of your concern," I replied softly, refusing to let any anger or sadness show.
Just then, Chichi came in holding a huge plate of steaming hot food in front of her.
"Dinner's ready!" She announced. She put the plate on the table and the men practically jumped at it. Piccolo looked away discussed.
"I'm really not hungry." I said as I watched the sight of four Saiyans engorging themselves.
"I have a room ready, if you want to wash up and rest."
"Thank you so much for letting me stay here."
"It's no problem," she said. "You're welcome here."
"Thank you," I said again, truly meaning it.
She smiled and walked down the hall as entered the room and closed the door, leaning against it. I took a shower and found a large nightgown in one of the dresser's drawers. I drew the curtains and slipped it on, then turned out the lights and curled under the thick covers of the bed. I thought about Robert and wondered if Nicole knew I was gone or if she even cared anymore. I was surprised to find that I missed her, or rather that I missed someone who believed and trusted me; I missed someone to talk and listen to. I sighed deeply, then willed myself to sleep.
Chapter 3; Next Dimension
I surfaced from a deep and murky sleep...
I was awake, I knew that much, but why I couldn't move I had no answer to. I heard voices, faintly, but steadily growing. Yes, more clearly now, there were three...four...five people; all male.
"Is she dangerous?" one who was very close to me asked.
I wondered how long I had been here. How long had these people been here watching me? I tried moving my fingers, they twitched and that was a start.
"No, right now, she's powerless. Unless she's hiding her power very well or lost it from the fall, there shouldn't be anything to worry about." This voice was deeper and more powerful; it was familiar, but I couldn't place it.
I tried to open my eyes and finally, they obeyed me and slowly crept open. I blinked, then tried sitting up, ignoring those around me. I managed to push myself to my elbows, then into an Indian-style seating position.
"Hi!" said a rather perky voice. "My name's Goku, what's yours?"
I looked at one of my hands and made a fist. Opened it, made a fist, opened it, made a fist; then I tried the other. I put my hand on the back of my head and then drew it back; no blood, no pain, and that was good.
"Girl, who are you?" asked someone in not as good a mood.
I checked my neck, but it didn't hurt. My ankles seemed fine as well as the rest of my legs. I seemed to be, in fact, completely intact and healthy and that was very good. I found I was wearing a pair of my jean shorts and a black tank-top with my straight, thin, soft blonde hair spilling down my shoulders and caressing my knees.
"Hey!" said a short man. "We're talking to you!"
I looked up and glared into his eyes, he backed away.
"Talk all you want, but I don't guarantee an answer," I responded expressionlessly.
I stood, apparently having my strength back, and saw I was on a grassy hill in the middle of nowhere.
"Where is this?" I asked, turning around.
"Tell us who you are," said the one with the rough voice smartly.
"I don't know," I responded simply.
"You...don't know who you are?" asked a tall young boy.
"No, at the moment my identity eludes me. In the meantime, who are you? No, wait, I already know. You're Gohan, a half Saiyan. And that's your father Goku, a Saiyan, and Vegita, also Saiyan. That's Krillin, a human and Piccolo, a Nemakean." I pointed to each one individually as I said their names.
"Have we met?" Krillin asked, still keeping his distance.
"No, I just know who you are, while I don't know who I even am. Confusing business..." I trailed off and shook my head.
My mind was jumbled and sluggish when I tried to think of whom I was, as if some part of me didn't want me to remember. Someone had said something, but I ignored them. Names and faces were racing through my head. Then everything came to a sudden stop and I remembered everything.
"Robert," I whispered softly to myself.
His face was painted in my mind and refused to go anywhere. He had been so beautiful with his golden brown locks and soft, fair face. My heart ached horribly suddenly, but it passed and my thoughts faded away. I looked up and faced them.
"Elizabeth," I said. "My name is Elizabeth."
...................................... ......
We went to the closest house, the Son's residence. Everyone had followed, invited for dinner as the sun left us in the dark. As soon as we were inside, Vegita folded his arms and leaned against the counter.
"Where are you from, girl?" He asked harshly.
"My name is Elizabeth," I replied calmly, "and I'm from Earth, California to be specific."
"California?" Krillin said in halting tones. "Never heard of the place."
"Well, that's probably because it doesn't exist in this dimension and I have no clue how I got here or how to get back...not that I would want to," I said under my breath.
Piccolo looked at me strangely, but said nothing and I remembered his pointed ears could hear better than a human's.
"Did you come from heaven?" Goten asked with innocent eyes.
I smiled softly at him. "Why would you say that?" I asked.
"Because you fell from the sky!" he exclaimed. "Right, dad? Right?"
"Uh-huh," Goku said, smiling at his son. "Are you hurt, by the way?"
"No, not at all, thanks for asking. Here's my question: how did you know I was there?"
"Piccolo saw you falling when we were sparing," said Gohan. "He contacted Vegita and Krillin and we went to see what happened. My turn: Who's Robert?"
I looked at him stunned; he had caught me off guard, that was for sure.
"He...I...er, how do you know...?"
"Back there, you said his name and I'm wondering who he was."
"He...he's no one. No one of your concern," I replied softly, refusing to let any anger or sadness show.
Just then, Chichi came in holding a huge plate of steaming hot food in front of her.
"Dinner's ready!" She announced. She put the plate on the table and the men practically jumped at it. Piccolo looked away discussed.
"I'm really not hungry." I said as I watched the sight of four Saiyans engorging themselves.
"I have a room ready, if you want to wash up and rest."
"Thank you so much for letting me stay here."
"It's no problem," she said. "You're welcome here."
"Thank you," I said again, truly meaning it.
She smiled and walked down the hall as entered the room and closed the door, leaning against it. I took a shower and found a large nightgown in one of the dresser's drawers. I drew the curtains and slipped it on, then turned out the lights and curled under the thick covers of the bed. I thought about Robert and wondered if Nicole knew I was gone or if she even cared anymore. I was surprised to find that I missed her, or rather that I missed someone who believed and trusted me; I missed someone to talk and listen to. I sighed deeply, then willed myself to sleep.