AN: Hey guys, I know it's been -forever- since I updated, but I promise that there -is- a good reason! : ) I've had a gold rush of inspiration since I last posted and now I can promise at least two chapters a day -and- a plethora--

MT: *raises eyebrow* Plethora?

*glares* Want to make something of it Boxer boy?

MT: *sarcastically* Oh no, I like it a plethora.

*ignores him*

MT: I mean, there are a plethora of uses for the word plethora.

*growls softly*

MT: You love me a plethora, Gohan loves Videl a plethora--

CLANG!

*hides frying pan behind her back* Ahem. As I was saying, I have a -plethora- *glares down at an unconscious Mirai Trunks* of new fics for you to read, so have fun and please review!

**No actual alternate selves of a certain lavender demi were harmed in the making of this Author's Note.**

MT: *sitting up and clutching his head* Wanna bet?

Shut up and do the disclaimer Mirai.

MT: *sighs* No matter how much Silverdragon pleads, AT won't hand over the rights to DBZ. Ergo, she owns nothing in this fic but the character Sara Oliver. *under his breath* Thank God.

I HEARD THAT!

Chapter 2: Sara's Big Stand or Why You Should Never Piss Off a Teenage Girl

A hand wrapped around my throat the moment I stepped inside the immense structure, shoving me roughly up against a wall. My nails scratched at the iron grip around my windpipe, my eyes wide with pain and anger.

"Who are you brat, and where did you come from?!" Vegeta growled dangerously.

My eyes flashed and my foot connected with his chin as I arched my back in a quick motion. His grip on me was broken and I slid down the wall slowly, rubbing my neck angrily.

Vegeta growled as he quickly recovered from my attack and lunged toward me. Before I could even blink, a large form was standing in front of me defensively.

"Leave her alone Father."

My mouth dropped open as I recognized Trunks' voice and I tried desperately to stave off the fight I knew was imminent.

"Trunks, don't. I'm fine. Leave it at that." I croaked out.

"He didn't even give you a chance to explain." the demi-Saiyan snarled.

I rose painfully to my feet and limped up to him. Vegeta saw my movement and smirked.

"Stay out of this brat. This is between me and the onna."

"She did nothing to you Father."

"I will not warn you again. Step aside."

Trunks narrowed his eyes and shifted his stance. "No."

Vegeta growled and moved forward to attack Trunks, but was held back by Goku. I myself moved in front of Trunks and put my hands on his chest keeping him from moving as I heard the next words out of Vegeta's mouth.

"Now look what you've done woman."

I threw a glare over my shoulder at him. "You, shut up." Turning back, I sent a glare to Trunks. "You, calm down."

"But—" he protested.

Ignoring my remark, Vegeta smirked and said, "Well she certainly works quickly, doesn't she?"

I growled under my breath as those fresh words got Trunks worked up again. With a nearly fully-grown demi-Saiyan struggling in my precarious at best hold, there was only one thing I could do. I balled up my hand into a fist and buried it in his stomach.

His beautiful blue eyes widened and clouded over with pain and he looked down at me in shock. Ignoring the pang of guilt I felt, I met his gaze stubbornly.

"Are you done being an bakayaro yet? Will you listen to me now?"

Trunks nodded with a grunt and stumbled against me, nearly knocking us both to the floor. I wrapped my arms around his stocky frame and held his weight the best I could while keeping my eyes fixed on his.

"All right then. You can't blame Vegeta for being a little aggressive—" I began and put a finger to his lips when he began to interrupt. "Listen to me. Here I am, a complete stranger to both you and this world, and you brought me to your home. I may very well be a threat to his mate, his family, and his friends. Can you honestly say that you wouldn't be just a slight bit territorial if you were in his position?"

Trunks hung his head as my words began to soak in. "I guess you're right. That doesn't mean I have to like it." He said defensively.

I nodded. "Fair enough."

I turned around, still supporting the lavender haired Saiyan's weight on my shoulder. My eyes flashed as I met his father's eyes.

"And you. You touch me like that again and I'll make -damn- sure Bra is the last child you ever have!"

To mine and everyone's surprise, Vegeta began chuckling softly. "You have chosen well my son."

"Chosen?" Trunks and I asked in unison, puzzled.

Everyone stared at the short Saiyan prince in bewilderment, but he refused to elaborate any further. Soon however, several of the Special Forces members became too curious about the stranger in their midst to dwell on it.

Goten broke the stunned silence timidly. "Who -are- you?"

His mother immediately turned on him. "Son Goten, how -dare- you be rude to a girl?!"

I smiled slightly. "It's all right ChiChi. Although it might be best if we moved this discussion out into the living room."

She nodded and we all walked down the long hallway into the spacious living area. It was my turn to lean heavily on Trunks as the adrenaline from the confrontation began to leave my system. Seeing the exhaustion written on my face and posture, Trunks swept me into his arms and carried me the rest of the way.

I was too tired to protest, so I simply murmured my thanks to him as he set me down on the couch and sat next to me, putting a supportive arm around my shoulders.

Gohan must have seen my weariness as well because he spoke up quickly, "You don't have to tell us anything right now. You must be exhausted."

I smiled tiredly. "Thanks Gohan, but I'd rather get this over with tonight." I said quietly, leaning my head on my companion's shoulder.