AN: Hey, it's me again.

MT: Oh hurrah.

*rolls eyes* Don't tell me you're still testy about the frying pan thing. That was last chapter!

MT: You didn't have to hit me so hard!

Shouldn't have pushed it then Boxer boy. Be glad it wasn't ChiChi.

C: I HEARD THAT!

CLANG! CLANG!

AN & MT: @.@

*both fall over with a thud*

C: *smirking* Silverdragon owns nothing but that sweet girl Sara.

Chapter 3: Mystery Revealed

"My name is Sara Oliver, and as you might have guessed, I'm not from your dimension. I come from a world where dragonballs do not exist and the only things that can fly are birds and planes."

"Then how do you know our names?" Goten asked curiously.

"I know your names because . . . I don't know quite how to say this, but you all are fantasy in my world. A Japanese animation."

A soft voice from beside me made me lift my head from its owner's shoulder. "So that's what you meant when you said that the person I reminded you of didn't exist. You were talking about me, weren't you?"

"Yes and no. Actually, I thought you were Mirai Trunks. You see, I've never seen the episodes where you are a teenager. It wasn't until I was so rudely awakened by Vegeta that I realized who you really were." I chuckled softly. "In fact, I have a feeling that little fact has something to do with my little adventure here."

Goku cocked his head questioningly. "What do you mean?"

"Well I remember thinking last night right before I went to sleep that I wished that I knew what went through your mind as you faced Majin Buu. Well, all of your minds really. Maybe whatever brought me here did it so I could ask you myself."

Bulma frowned thoughtfully. "It -does- seem to be a bit too much of a coincidence."

Krillin scratched his head absentmindedly. "But then wouldn't they have brought you to when the battle took place?"

I made a thoughtful noise. "That's a good point Krillin."

"So why -were- you sent here then?" Yamcha asked. "I mean, why this particular time?"

I shrugged helplessly. "Because I've been reading too many Trunks, Pan, Goten, Bra, and Marron fan fics?"

"You read about us?" Trunks asked in surprise.

I looked up at him sheepishly. "Yeah. What can I say, there are some good romance writers out there."

Marron raised an eyebrow. "Romance huh? Let me guess, they hooked me up with dumbass over there."

I chuckled. "For the most part, yes. Although I read a few that had you with dumberass."

"And on that note," Goten began sarcastically. "Who was I with?"

"For the most part? Bra." I grinned.

"-Ew-!" came two demi-Saiyan voices.

I shrugged apologetically. "If it makes you feel any better, there were quite a few that paired up Trunks and Pan." I offered with a shrug. Before Gohan could say anything, I gave him warning look. "And before you say it Son Gohan, those stories are entirely the work of twisted minds. Neither Trunks nor Pan can help how the people a whole dimension away view their friendship."

"So which pairing is your favorite?" Trunks asked me softly.

I'm not entirely sure why his question brought a blush to my cheeks, but sure enough, my cheeks were flaming. "Any with you." I muttered under my breath, looking away.

Believe it or not, Vegeta saved me. "How long have you known your heritage?" the gruff prince asked, speaking up for the first time since his cryptic comment earlier.

"Huh? What heritage?"

"How long have you known that you are a Saiyan, child?"

*AN & MT crouch under the desk*

AN: *whispering* Sorry so short, but I just couldn't resist a cliffhanger ^.^

MT: *dryly* You devil you.

Shut up Mirai before I sic ChiChi on you.

*as if on cue, the screaming harpy from hell slams the door open. Mirai and the Author exchange a wide-eyed glance*

Gotta go! Review please!

*both scramble from under the desk and dash past a smirking ChiChi.*

C: They can run, but they cannot hide.

*evil laugh*