Not much for me to say except for this…to clear up for myself.

It's jus that the ages of some people makes my head spin. When I wrote the other version of this, I lost track of age… so that's part of one reason why I did it over.

In this story, basically I'll have to keep track of three people's age; Chika's, Gohan's and Future Trunk's for special reasons. When you spend a year in the time chamber, it counts as one year.

So the age of my 3 'main' people are.

Chika is 6 right now

Gohan is 7

Future Trunks is 15

The rest of the people…it doesn't really matter because most of them doesn't age

Or I can really care less.

Unforgettable

Written by the infamous Goku's Daughter

Chapter 2: Trust your instincts

Courage is the art of being the only one who knows you're scared to death

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            It's been well over a month since he returned from Planet Namek, and now he learned that Freiza is still alive! Kakarott had not defeated him, even though he had become what was said to be a legend, a Super Saiyan! All he did now is train, train, eat, and train, to be thee best. He sought to be the strongest in the whole universe, and Kakarott, his rival, was not going to take that away. He used his anger into his training, which gave him the will to live. Practical, yes; pathetic, no. He knew today Freiza would arrive on Earth and every muscle in his body, every sense he had in himself, was focused on that energy hurdling towards Earth. He could care less about this mud-ball planet, but as of today, he would be the one who would defeat Freaiza, as a Super Saiyan or not. But deep-deep down, through the dexterity of his pride, courage, ignorance and honour, he was scared shitless…

            He flew through the crisp cool air, remembering to feed his anger, his rage for when he would see Freiza. Just saying "Freiza" made his head spin and his heart beat more rapidly. Soon he reached to his destination and found the other Z warriors ready for battle. As if there was a countdown—Freiza showed up…

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            Future Trunks made his way to the battlefield, as he was uncertain if anyone actually started to fight. The closer he got, he couldn't shake off that lingering vibe that has been following him, or vice versa. He stopped in mid-air and looked back. No one in sight. He sighed as he powered up and headed Freiza's way…

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            "Well well well, look what we have here. Are any of you ready to DIE?" The villainous Freiza, or shall I say—a Freizabot spoke with the utmost confidence.

            "Mwahaahahaha, my son, I don't think they can take you down." The somewhat viscous King Cold boasted about. His laughter and roar freakishly resembled Hercules.

            The Z fighters that were there stepped back into fighting stance. They quickly wiped away the sweat dripping down their face and the tears for the worse stinging their eyes. A cool crisp of wind swept by, blowing through their hair, and dancing with their attire, it was deadly, uncomfortably quiet. Before Vegeta had a chance to challenge Freiza…

            "I will," said a tiny voice behind them all.          

            Piccolo turned, looked and growled. It was the girl. "I told you not to come back here!"

            "Mwahahaha, the little pint size girl wants to take you on!" Freiza and his father laughed their heads off. 

Chika made her way "through the crowd" so she was standing face-to-face with Freiza. "I'm sorry Piccolo, but—"

            "If anyone is facing Freiza, it is I, Vegeta, the Prince of all saiyans!" Vegeta claimed, with a vein swelling up.      

            The girl turned back at him and gave him fixed stare. Those midnight eyes—ebony eyes piercing at him. Her innocence disappeared as a coat of pain and coldness took over. "The day you face Freiza, is the day you can turn Super Saiyan."

            Vegeta scoffed and made an offensive remark. She cleverly chose to ignore it.  

Gohan tugged at Piccolo's pants, "Do you think she even has a chance?"

            Piccolo sighed, "I don't know kid. There are a lot of things about her that's strange. My instincts are telling me to trust her, but if I'm wrong, we could get into a lot of shit."

            Gohan nodded slowly, "I think we should trust your instincts, you are usually right." But then again, you could be wrong.  

            The Namek grunted and defensively stood in a fighting stance, just in case his instincts are wrong.

            Chika shifted nervously. This was her first time on her battlefield, and an ugly face like Freiza wasn't making it easier. She quickly stepped back to fighting stance. "Before I kick your butt, answer me this. Where is Goku now?"

            Freiza stopped grinning and stared intensely at this girl. "Who wants to know?"

             She made her fist even tighter and her eyes flickered and unsteadied green to black. "I do."

            Freiza licked his lips, "The last time I saw him was on Planet Namek. I think he's dead right now."

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            Trunks landed in front of the audience who stared intently at a little girl going at it with Freiza. He couldn't really find his voice, "What the…"

This girl's power wasn't much, yet she was holding up just fine. Why wasn't anyone doing anything to stop her before she would get hurt? Why was she here in the first place? She wore a simple black t-shirt and shorts and her hair was simply braided. Her skin was a pale complexion compare to him, getting bloody purple stains on her fists. Once in a while she would get punched or knocked around, but none of the Z fighters would help. Finally he found the strength to yell, "What the hell is going on?"

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            The girl jumped away from King Cold and Freiza, slightly panting from her workout. "Are you tired yet, because I'm just warming up!"

Freiza coaxed a smile, "That's all right with me. I have no problem slaughtering little girls."

The girl's eyes narrowed, her smile vanished before it appeared. She jumped up and then…fell down. "What—" She looked up and saw two pairs of blue eyes starring at her. She shifted nervously as she scrambled to her feet. "Why did you do that?"

            The boy with the purple hair crossed his arms and scold, "Little girls don't fight with ugly aliens."

            She hissed, "I'm not little. I know what I'm doing."

            Trunks rolled his eyes, "Do you?" Damn, she was feisty.

            "Yes I do. Now excuse me I have to finish what I started."

            When she turned around he grabbed her wrist, "This is the first kill you would attempt to do, wouldn't it? Who sent you?"

            She countered his hold and stepped back, "Nobody sent me. I'm free from him. I'm out—ahhh"

            Her breath was cut short as Freiza aimed a ki-blast at her back. Freiza then glanced at Piccolo who would advance and he would shove him and the rest of the fighters out of his way.

Chika fell to the floor, gasping for air. The blast hadn't gone through entirely, but it still hurt…a lot. She would think she was use to this pain, this abuse—but you can never get used to pain. Moments later, she felt two strong arms around her as she heard a whisper, "Damn, you. Why the hell did you come?" She heard the voice pause a bit before continuing, "But you are going to be all right." The part, "You are going to be all right," was repeated over and over. As she became teary eyed, she glanced at the boy, still gasping and panting, "Are you kindred to saiyan?"     

            Trunks held her even tighter, looking at her in confusion, "Why?"

She hissed back, "Are you?"

            Vegeta looked at both of them as he heard the word Saiyan. To his surprise the boy said, "Yes."

            The girl gasped and said with a ragged breath, "I can kill Freiza."

            Trunks coaxed her, "No you won't, I will."

            Chika quickly grabbed his arm and twist it back. It certainly got him off guard. "No, if I don't kill him, I'll die."

            Trunks wheezed and nodded his head, "Fine you can kill him, but don't cry to me if you get hurt trying."

            Chika dug her nails into his flesh and tightened her hold. "Then you wouldn't mind helping me heal?"

Trunks didn't respond.

Chika twist him around and tackled him to the ground. She felt him stiffened as straddled him and she licked a small area on his neck. He felt a sudden need or urge in his lower organ, probing from her action. Her body was over him, and she was licking and sucking at a rhythmic pace. She then surprisingly sank her fang-like-teeth into his flesh, drawing blood. His blood tasted sweet yet sour, as he was pure. She sucked on his wound slowly, savouring what flowed, until it stopped. She sat on him for moment to let the blood flow through her veins. Soon she pounced up in a flash and mouthed the words, "Thank you." She closed her eyes—absorbing the blood, directing it to her flesh, making it heal her.

            Trunks couldn't quite understand what happened…

            She walked casually up to Freiza, while the Z fighter's watched from their current position. Her eyes flickered colours again as she spoke the words with uncertainty, "If Goku is dead…then so are you!" She immediately turned super saiyan. Freiza didn't have to react in terror as she drew energy in her right arm and bore it through Freiza's robotic body, something Piccolo had taught her. Slicing his body parts into shreds, the thrill and excitement got to her. King Cold stood there in shock and tried to run away. The girl swiftly got up and quickly pounced on him for a piggyback ride. She clutched her little frail hands on his neck, and felt the power surging through those fingers. Soon her nails would burn the flesh into nothingness. She squint her eyes as purple blood would burst through King Cold's skin onto her own. It was evident what she was doing. She was choking him to death. It wasn't a move a fighter would use because there are many things that can go wrong. However in this case, it didn't matter. How can this girl withhold this much power? She didn't know…

            King Cold fell to the ground, gasping for air. The girl then manipulated some energy to her bony, yet muscular leg and stepped down onto his head. His skull shattered into many pieces as he lay lifeless on the ground, a long with his unrecognizable son.

            Chika didn't calm down; her breath was still ragged, as she called for more power inside. This was her first taste of power and she liked it. It was like a drug and very addictive, and she wanted more. She was out of control.

            Trunks watched until she was feeding to much energy into her little body. She's going to kill us all! Trunks staggered to his feet, not caring the other Z fighters were baffled. Vegeta on the other hand, was outraged. How can a scrawny little girl withhold do much power, and he did not. She was a Super Saiyan, he was not. Trunks also transformed and grappled the raging girl from behind. Despite her attempts to bruise him and fight back, he flew in the air—away from it all.

He settled nearby and sat by a rock. "Shhhhh, its okay, calm down," he murmured, it sounded much like a caress. He stroked her hair, trying to calm her down. "Shhh." As soon her breathing calmed down to normal, he began to speak. "Trunks, my name is Trunks."

She gulped, "Gochika, but people call me Chika." That coat of coldness soon was lifted off as the beam of innocence was unmistakable.

He hesitated but began again. "I'm from the future and came here to help the Z fighters, warn them of the Androids. Now only if you can help me for a second. You asked me if I was Saiyan, then used my blood to heal you. I don't know how you did it—"

She whispered in spite, "Dr. Gero taught me."

            Trunks gasped. He loosened his grip on her. "How do you know…Dr. Gero?"

            She looked up at him, uncertain whether to trust him or not. "He helped raised me."

            He gripped onto her shoulders. "He adopted you?"

            She scratched her head. "I don't know, but he isn't my father, nor have I met my real mother. From what I learned, he took sperm from my real f-father and ovary, I think, no, 'the egg' from my real mother, combined it and put it into someone, and waited for me to grow and born. I think its called surrogate pregnancy. That's how I was born." Her voice was torn and raspy.

            How in the name of Kami does she know about this? Sperm and the 'egg'? "Why did he do this?" Don't tell me we are related…

            She hunched her shoulders ad looked down. She was uncertain of everything. "He wants me to hurt and k-kill my father. My momma started to teach me how to love and not hate. I have seen my real father in my dreams—I cannot hate him enough to destroy him. I've already soon all the goodness."

            Trunks gulped, "You met him in your dreams?"

            She muttered, "In my dreams I see a lot of things. I saw this—I saw what Freiza done to the people. He killed a lot of people. I saw all that happened. That's why it was my duty to finish him. He hurt; I don't like to see people hurt. I saw Bardock …then I saw my father—dying, hurting, for the sake of others. He cares, I seen him, I could never hate him or kill him so I ran away from Dr. Gero. He taught me a lot, hurt me countless times, I ran away from him…and for the hurt he caused me, I will punish him."

            Trunks brought out his hand stroked her hair, "Who is your father?"

            Chika looked up at him. "Goku." She was so young, so frail, and so open to corruption. Anything could have happened to her, she was no less of a mistake and it was all Dr. Gero's fault. She was just part of his plot to terrorize the Earth. She was just a pawn in his dysfunctional game. He held her tightly, afraid for her what's going to happen. He knew he just opened a wound inside of her. He knew he was the only one she opened up to, letting him-the only one to see her bleed. He felt that he should protect her, but he couldn't. He was only 15, nowhere close to raise children, so clueless. She held on harder as he felt someone coming…Goku was coming. He wasn't dead…he came back in the nick of time.

            Chika shifted nervously. "I have to go," she whispered.

            Trunks held onto her even harder. "No, Goku's coming back!"

            There was some kind of happiness in her eyes, but was shrouded away of what she felt, "One of Dr. Gero's machine is here. I have to go!"  

            Trunks let her go. He knew she knew better of what is going to come. He heard her murmured, "There are more dangers to come. I will come back, but if he really does care…Tell my father that his daughter is waiting for him!"

She floated so she was head leveled to Trunks. He cupped her face kissed each of her pale cheek before she flew away. I gave you two kisses, two promises. One, I will tell your father, and he'll make sure you'll be all right. Two, I will come back and make sure you'll be all right.

            As much as he thought she could be all right, there was always a sense of doubt. He made a pledge to himself to change this timeline, make it different than his own, and now Chika's state had added to his problem. Not that Chika WAS a problem, it'd be hard to just forget about her. At least he had courage, but as much you call it courage, deep-deep down inside, he was scared shitless.

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Woah, now that was intense and painfully long, do you agree with me?

And Chika is NOT a vampire, just to clear that up.

She uses Saiyan blood to heal herself. That's what she did with Gohan—healed him people. But there is a reason why I chose Gohan and Trunks. I'd like to see you try guess why!

Review—so I'll know if anyone is reading this. If not, then I'll stop because I'm really lazy (don't question how lazy I can get, my own mother says I have no life) and my imagination is fertile enough.

Goku's Daughter