Ok, I'm gonna try updating one story a day. I was busy last night, but hopefully that won't happen again. Here we go! (Oh and Dbz is not mine, but two characters in this story are)

"WHAT!" Came Vegeta's pissed off voice, as he stepped forward. Nomokai looked a little nervous.

"Your Highness." He said and dropped to one knee. Then things got a little confusing for everyone else. Vegeta began barking orders in a language no one else could under stand. He approached Nomokai, who stood up, and then made him leave the room. He turned to face his friends.

"I have to straighten some things out with that lower class idiot. I'll explain everything later. You!" He pointed at Pan. She looked up guiltily. "Did he ask you anything?"

"Only his location and my age."

"Did you tell him?"

"Yes." Vegeta frowned slightly and looked at her again. It wouldn't matter though. He supposed that Nomokai's questions would have to be answered eventually, why not start now. And then he followed Nomokai into the living room.

Pan looked around the room at the staring faces. Goten was the first to speak. "So Pan, whats up?" She explained what she had asked, but that there hadn't been any great answers. He had been surprised to hear that Vegeta was here and she heard him say that something worked but couldn't say more.

"Well, Pan, its good that you got to talk to him, but, what the helll was coming out of Vegeta's mouth?" 18 asked.

"I'm guessing that it was a saiyan language." Bulma answered. "He had a book open yesterday in a different language, so that must have been the same one."

"But then, how could I understand him?" Asked Pan, "How would he know our language?" Everyone agreed that she had a point. But only time would tell them more.

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Vegeta glared at Nomokai. "What happened." He growled.

"Your Highness, when you left, things got ugly. Your father was ruling over the planet as always, when Starista's father came up from the south. He was insane, driven absolutely mad by something. He wielded a blue knife and demanded that everyone on the planet become loyal to him, or they would die. All I know is that he killed your father," Nomokai paused a minute out of respect. Vegeta only shifted his vision towards the floor a little, then looked back up.

"Continue." He said calmly but determinedly.

"Somehow he found people to fight for him, and they began wiping out the Saiyan race. The more his loyal fighters fought, the more their bodies changed. They grew taller, and more broad shouldered. But their weapons were always the same. Every fatal blow was delivered by a glowing, blue, knife. No one knew where he got them. It got to the point where he would only listen to Starista and her mother. They tried to stop him, but he just brushed them aside until one day. Tsurana, (that is the wife's name) powered up. She made him fight her, she wouldn't let him continue on his killing spree until he faced her…" Nomokai looked down. "Tsurana is one of the most powerful sorceresses in the universe, but he crushed her." Vegeta narrowed his eyes.

"Why would he kill Tsurana? She is his mate, for life, and she's immensely strong, with or without using her magic."

"It wasn't enough. I don't know what exactly happened next because I was always fighting against him, but from what Starista did tell me, and from what I saw, he was gone for good now. His mind was gone and he tried to keep Starista on his side. The elders told her to leave, to try and find you, maybe you could save us, but when we tried to leave, her father attacked us. In the end we won, but they had destroyed our computers and we crash landed. The ship vanished somehow and we had nothing else." He stopped speaking and looked out a window.

"I need to speak with that stubborn Princess." Vegeta half mumbled. "You had nothing else with you on the ship then? Nothing of a personal value?"

"No." He lied.

"Are you sure?"

"Speak with Starista, she'll know more."

"I suppose you'll have to stay here now then."

"What?"

"You said your ship is gone."

"Well yes, but…"

"Where else could you go?"

"I see your point."

"I don't know why she isn't awake yet though. If you're awake, she should be too."

"I meant to ask about that. She'll survive then?"

"Of course she will."

"I wasn't sure, that's all." Vegeat nodded and then called everyone into the living room.

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"So, what did you say your name was?" Marron asked.

"Nomokai. I didn't quite catch any of yours though."

"Oh, well I…" Marron started to answer but Pan cut her off.

"Hold up buddy, before you go anywhere else with this exciting conversation, I've got a question for you. How did you learn to speak our language? Hmmm?"

"Actually I know several Earth languages. It was thought that ummm, well that maybe this planet would be under our control someday, and I wanted to be able to talk with the natives."

"I see." Pan said suspiciously and sat down in a big chair near the wall. Bra and Marron were up close, hoping to talk more with the newcomer, but Goten and Trunks expressed the exact opposite emotions. They were very cautious and Trunks hung back near Pan while Goten inched his way closer to Marron. For some reason he didn't like her being so close and so vulnerable. This guy was all saiyan after all, and the only reason he shouldn't attack was because they saved his life. That was a life-debt, but still, Goten didn't like it. For the rest of the afternoon, Marron and Bra inched closer and closer to the saiyan, asking him hundreds of questions about his life and home. Nomokai got redder and redder from blushing and Trunks and Goten got redder and redder from anger. At about 3:30 Pm, Pan was too bored to sit any longer, and walked outside. The sun had finally burned through the clouds and it was fairly warm. Capsule Corps owned a big chunk of forest behind the "house" and Pan went down a trail she and Bra had played on when they were younger. Trunks and Goten would always sit in trees and throw things at the girls when they walked by. When they were about 14, Pan looked forward to this ritual simply because it meant she would see and talk with Trunks, the incredibly suave 21 year old. He probably thought of her as another sister, but she didn't care, at least she was with him.

She remembered how Bra and Goten would walk and laugh at each other for various things, after all, when Pan was 14, Bra was 16 and Goten was only four years older than her. Then she thought about Nomokai. She had been so antsy to talk to him and make sure he was ok, but why? And now he was stuck in a game of 20 thousand questions with Marron and Bra. He would have been 19 when she was 14, what if Trunks had been only four years older instead of 7? Would they maybe….? "AHH!" Pan yelled in frustration. Trunks would never return her feelings. She had started out with a crush on him,when she was like 12, but only because he was cute. Then she had grown up and he was like a great friend and a hot guy and a part of her life in a way that no other guy would be just because they knew each other so well, and it seemed impossible not to love him. Trunks was smart and funny, strong, fun to be around, handsome, was there anything he wasn't? Suddenly Pan heard footsteps, and turned to see Bra running towards her.

"Pan! PAN! Come on back! That girl is waking up!"

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Back in the house, everyone was crowded into the living room again except for Bulma, Nomokai, and Vegeta. Pan walked over to where Marron was sitting. "What happened?"

"Well, Bra and I were still talking ot Nomokai and so were the guys, when all of a sudden, Nomokai stood up and went into the lab. We had no idea what he was doing, but when he came back out he asked where Bulma was. So they went in and then Vegeta went in too, but Bulma kept kicking him out so he started yelling and gave it all away. He started yelling that if she was awake he had every right to be in there and he didn't care if she told him to go away, but he didn't get in again Bulma's been giving occasional updates about what's going on though, and it's been a few minutes, so she should be out again in a sec." And right on cue, Bulma stepped out of the lab, getting everyone to look at her.

"Well?" Chi Chi asked.

"Well, she needs some clothes to begin with because all she has right now are bandages, so Bra, if you don't mind, will you grab some pants and a shirt of yours please? She's about your size." Bulma requested. After the clothes had been brought to the girl, Bulma stepped out and Nomokai was right behind her, with a tall girl with black hair to the middle of her back. She was wearing one of Bra's brown tank top and a pair of black sweat pants. She had a tattoo on her arm and dark blue eyes. She was hanging on to Nomokai's arm and looked suspiciously around the room. "Everybody," began Bulma, "This is Starista, and she no doubt has questions." Bulma turned to look at the girl and she detatched herself from Nomokai.

"Well, this is Earth, so why aren't all of you saiyans? I mean, there's like, what? One saiyan, four halflings, and one, umm, weakling?"

"I am NOT a weakling! I'm a quarter saiyan and happen to be very proud of that!" Pan stood up and yelled.

"PAN! SHHHH!"Bra hissed. "Don't piss her off right off the bat!"

"Why not? She pissed me off!"

"I like her!" Starista said to Nomokai, and then walked toward her. Starista was beautiful, and had a perfert body, she outstretched a hand, "You know my name, who are you?"

"I'm Pan." And she met the gesture.

"Well Pan, it's a good thing Nomokai told me you guys weren't enemies, otherwise I probably would have killed you, just because of your disrespect."

"Sorry for interfering," Marron commented, "But you weren't exactly polite either."

"Yes well, she's only a quarter saiyan, and you're not saiyan at all. I'm a full blood, and a princess, so it doesn't matter what I do."

"A princess?" 18 questioned, "Well aren't we special." Starista only laughed.

"Yes. Well, not that it matters here." She gazed over at the window to see a man sitting on the ledge. He had purple hair and a mysterious look about him. "You over there! Who are you?" He looked up in surprise.

"Trunks. My sister is sitting in the chair next to you, and my mother was the nurse." Starista looked at Bra who smiled, and Bulma who did the same.

"I see, but who's your father? You remind me of someone I once knew, and he's the only 'real' saiyan in here." She said pointing to Goku who was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. It was strange because he was not smiling and looked rather threatening. "Who are you anyways?"

"My name is Goku."

"That's not saiyan."

"Fine, then my name is Kakarott."

"Much better." She smiled and switched her attention to Gohan and Videl, and then to Goten. "Are you three related?" She asked pointing to the two sons and then Goku again.

"Mmhm." Goku answered.

"How about you?" She asked Chi Chi.

"I'm Goku's wife, Chi Chi. And those are my sons Gohan and Goten. Pan is Gohan's daughter, and Videl, (who waved) is Gohan's wife. Krillin is over there with his wife 18, and that's their daughter, Marron. Sorry , but I thought it'd be better if you got all of the information now instead of having to ask."

"Well thank you I appreciate it, what should I call you?"

"Mrs. Son would be nice."

"Alright. Mr. Son, do you know how you came to earth and when?"

"Yes, I was sent here as a baby, but suffered an injury causing me to lose my memory."

"Who was your father?"

"Bardock."

"Nomokai, you remember? He was one of the…" she looked around at all the eyes watching her, "Nevermind. Is there someone else here?"

"Actually yes. My husband is here." Bulma explained.

"He is a full blood?"

"Yes." Just then Vegeta walked in. Arms crossed

"Hello Princess" he said sarcasticly. Starista looked over

"VEGETA!" She ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "We thought you were dead! But we needed an excuse to get away." Bulma stormed over and was shocked to see her husband had actually put his arms around the girl.

"EXCUSE ME!" Starista turned her head to face Bulma.

"Oh, don't worry, this is just a friendship now. We were engaged."

That's all folks! Peace.