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The Camp

The first Lita saw of the camp was a white and red dot among a sea of green. Little specks dotted the ground like birdseed. As they neared the ground, she could see that the dot was a house, and that the specks were people, about a dozen or so…

"Daddy!" Lita saw a young boy, about 3 years old, waving his arm at the air. He was the spitting image of the one who carried her, with black hair in wayward spikes and round, black eyes.

"Goten, not so loud!" Lita heard a woman say. This woman had black hair in a bun and black eyes, as well. "We don't want them to hear us, remember?"

Lita felt the ground beneath her feet, and she pushed against the one holding her and broke free.

Quickly, she calculated her chances. There were many more people here, more than she could escape from. With a nagging sense of dread, she turned to look at the one who had brought her, half-expecting a ball of energy to be aimed at her. But he was caught up trying to get his Mini-Me off his leg.

Lita frowned. This Saiyan had a human-like quality about him. That wasn't supposed to be. Saiyans were hard and cold and merciless, and Lita doubted they even spent time with their children.

But then, she didn't know everything…

"Miss?"

Lita was jarred out of her thoughts as the woman who had yelled approached her.

"Miss, are you all right? Nothing broken, nothing painful?"

Lita shook her head. "I…I got out before the attack really started. No one pursued me."

"Oh, thank Heaven." The woman smiled. "Well, miss, my name is Chichi, and I'm a doctor."

"I'm Lita."

"Lita, eh? That's a pretty name." She sighed. "We had a pretty bad day today. Only you and another girl survived."

Lita glanced around the campsite and quickly took count of all the people with tails. There were the two who brought her, the Mini-Me, two kids with lavender-colored hair and blue eyes, and another kid who looked a lot like the one who brought her, but not as much as the Mini-Me.

"There are Saiyans here," she said. "6."

"6? Is that all? God, it feels like we feed 600. Stupid Saiyan appetites…"

"Are…Are you their servant?"

"Servant?! Heavens, no! The one who brought you here is my husband!"

"But…"

"You will find, my dear, that there are stranger things than a Saiyan and an Earthling together." Chichi smiled. "My Goku has lived on this planet since he was 2 years old."

Lita was shocked. How could no one have known about a Saiyan living here? She had guessed that those two Saiyans were anywhere from 25 to 30, so that means he had lived here anywhere from 23 to 28 years!

"25 years to be precise."

So, that meant that the Saiyans were about 27 years old. The war had only raged for 3 or so months. She could see how he could have landed here undetected.

"The man...he said the other survivor was named Videl."

"Yes, Videl Satan. You know her?"

"She's my best friend."

"Ah, good for you, then!" Chichi smiled. "We're keeping her in ICU for now. She has a broken arm and we're not sure if there's any spinal damage. If she doesn't, she'll be up and around within a few days."

"Great," Lita said, actually smiling.

"Hey, Mom," Gohan said, coming out of the tent. "Who's she?"

"This is Lita," Chichi said. "Lita, this is my eldest son, Gohan."

"There ARE weirder things that a Saiyan and an Earthling together," Lita mumbled.

"Nice to meet you, too," Gohan said sarcastically. Lita grinned.

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