M. Trunks: *whispers* Don't worry... I called those guys with straight jackets and butterfly nets... They'll be here soon to release you from the torture she calls a story....
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It had been about an hour since Terra had woken up
to find herself in Capsule Corp. with absolutely no idea how she'd gotten
there. Bulma, Piccolo, Goku, Gohan, Trunks, Goten and Chi-Chi had spent
the last hour explaining where she was and how she'd come to be there.
A long white bandage was wrapped around her head several times where a
deep gash had been when the Z-Senshi had found her, pale and unconsious
in the middle of a deserted field.
"So, you're saying I was just out cold?" Terra asked.
Gohan nodded, not really knowing what to expect from this stranger. "Huh."
Was all she said, then shrugged. "Oh well." Gohan sweatdropped. This girl
was so carefree and confident! It was amazing, really. She had even almost
caused Vegeta to go SS if it hadn't been for Bulma. Gohan spoke up about
the question that had nagging at him ever since Piccolo had announced that
she definately wasn't human.
"So... Terra... uh... where... where do you come
from? Like," he paused, not wanting to scare her off if he was wrong. "do
you come from a different planet or anything?" he asked quickly. Terra's
eyebrows soared and she snorted. "What, you mean like, from outer space?"
Gohan nodded, and Terra looked increasingly amused. "You're asking me if
I'm an alien." She stated, just to make sure. Gohan once again nodded,
somewhat reluctantly. "Well... aren't you?" Another snort was emitted from
the young girl.
"What the hell are you on, kid?" She asked, ignoring
the fact that Gohan was older than her by at least a few years. The teenage
Saiyin's eyes widened at this exclaimation. Where had such a young girl
learned such language?
"I'm not 'on' anything!" He protested, much to Terra's
amusement.
"Sure..." her tone obviously said she didn't believe
him.
Gohan frowned, quickly losing patienious. "Look."
He said a bit more forcefully than he had origanally intended. "We know
that you're something other than human, ok? Piccolo," Terra glanced at
the green Namekian who stood silently in the corner. "could sense it. And
besides that, you have two different ki's!" Goku quietly looked
on from the kitchen, surprised on how easily the girl called Terra could
make Gohan loose his patientious.
"Ki's?" She asked curiously, not at all affected
by the boy's outburst. Gohan hasitly nodded. "Yeah, ki. Energy. Call it
whatever. Everyone has a ki, but you have two! And the only time that can
happen is if..." Gohan suddenly broke off the sentance, looking thourily
(i know that isn't spelled right) embarrased. His face was beet red and
his eyes seemed to be glued to the floor.
"Sorry..." He mumbled the apology. "I... I didn't
know that you were... ya know... " He glanced up and met her eyes before
going back to studying his shoes. Terra looked both amused and curious.
"That I was what?" She asked, knowing that whatever
the boy Gohan was implying, it made him very uncomfortable to talk about.
If it was possible to blush more than Gohan did
at that moment, I've never seen it. His hair almost seemed to be turning
red as he shifted uncomfortably. He mumbled a word that vaugely sound like
"datuourpregmenthfdas" Greatly enjoying this, and pretty much having guessed
what Gohan was trying to get at, she smiled broadly. "What was that? I
couldn't hear you, you'll have to speak up!"
Gohan took a deep breath. "Thatyou'repreganantisthereasonyouhavetwoki's."
He said in one breath. Looking up, he ended with, "Isn't it?"
Terra was laughing so hard that she had fallen off
the sofa and onto the floor, tears of mirth streaming down her face as
she clutched her stomach. Gohan was so surprised that he stopped blushing
and her gales of laughter were enough to cause Goku to look up from his
meal in the kitchen to see what was going on. "N-no!" She gasped between
her laughter. "What kind of person do you think I am?!" She exclaimed before
being enguled by laughter once again.
It took several minutes for Terra to quiet down.
She was still snickering when Piccolo asked her why she had two ki's if
she wasn't pregnant. She looked up at the eight foot tall green man across
the room, a smirk still on her face, and an unnerving sparkle in her green
eyes. "Not tellin'" She said in a smug voice. Besides, I really don't trust
you...." she paused. "... people."
"Don't worry about us not believing you." Bulma
said, sitting in a chair not far away. "We've seen some things that are
literally out of this world."
Terra smirked. "I have no doubt that you'd believe
me. That's the problem, you see. Cause if you knew my secret, well... Let's
just say I'm gonna keep it to myself."
"But you're not an alien?" Goku sounded slightly
disappointed as he looked on from the kitchen. Terra shook her head. "Last
time I checked." She said lightly, then, "Why are you people so obsessed
with aliens and outer space and stuff?" She asked.
"Oh, that." Goku said swallowing the food in his
mouth. "Well, you see Piccolo, Vegeta, and I are all from outer space!"
Piccolo slapped himself in the head, and Gohan fell out of his chair. Goku
looked pleasently clueless, as always.
"Riiiiiiight.... And I'm Prince of all Vegetables."
Goku cocked his head to the side, looking confused. "You are?" Terra raised
an eybrow. "No." She said. "I was being sarcastic. That's what makes it
funny, get it?" She waited as Goku let out a small laugh, then quieted
and shook his head. "Uh, actually, I don't. Sorry." He grinned sheepishly,
scratching the back of his head. Terra rolled her eyes.
"Look, I really don't care if you have the sense
of humor equivilent to a tree stump. What I want to know is, how do I get
home?" She waited, arms crossed over her chest as the room was filled with
a heavy silence.
"Well, you see, we don't really know how you got
here, or where you come from, so-" Gohan was cut off as Terra quickly and
iritably stated, "I'm from New York City." She looked around at the blank
faces in the room and dropped her arms in disbelief. "Are you all very
stoned?" She couldn't help but ask.
"Terra, there's no such place as New York City."
Bulma gently explained.
"Are you drunk, then? Cause, I mean, man, you are
seriously delusional lady. Either that or stupid. And I'm pretty sure he's
the dumbest one here." The red-head said, jerking a thumb at Goku, who
had gone back to eating. "There is such a place as New York City,
I should know, ok?"
"Yes, you should." A familar, arrogent voice met
Terra's ears and she could help but scowl.
"And what, pray tell, is that supposed to
mean, Prince Vegetable?" She snapped.
"You have the nerve to call that baka Kakarott dumb,
but you cannot figure out why none of us recognize this place yu are from?"
Vegeta sneered. Apparently he had been listening in for some time, having
returned from his training in the GR.
"What the hell are you getting at?" Terra growled,
her temper flaring and her control on what she was trying to hide from
the others began to slip.
Vegeta smirked, obviously pleased that her had managed
to get under the girl's skin. "A dimensional tear, you baka girl."
What Terra did surprised even the Saiyin Prince.
The anger in her face fell away and was almost immediately replaced by
slightly shocked amusement. She let out a short laugh. "A dimensional tear?
Are you telling-" But Vegeta cut her off, angered by her ignorance.
"Don't tell me you don't believe in dimensional
tears, either?" He sneered. Terra waved his remark off with a hand. "I
believe in them, jackass. I used to dimension hop all the time. I just
can't believe I didn't recognize it for what it was earlier, that's all."
Vegeta grunted before leaning against the wall,
arms crossed and eyes closed as usual. Terra turned to Bulma, who seemed
to be Chi-Chi's partner in crime; the commanders of this oddball bunch.
"Ok, so we know it's a dimensional tear that got me here, now can ya tell
me how to get home?" She asked. Bulma was about to speak when little Trunks
spoke up. Terra jumped slightly, she had forgotten that the lavender haired
kid and his friend were there.
"Hey, if you dimension hopped before, how come you
can't hop back through and go home?" He asked, trying to sound like his
dad. Terra couldn't help but smile slightly at this little kid, who couldn't
be more than eight or nine, and was trying to intimidate her. "Well,
for one, it's not like a cab where you can just hop in and say where you
wanna go, it's a lot more complicated than that. Second, I don't have anything
around that I can use to make a hole." Trunks didn't seem satisfied with
that, however. "What do you mean, 'more complicated'? What do you have
to do?" Terra smiled. Maybe she could have some fun explaining her little
strategy to this kid who thought that he was all that just because his
dad was Prince of all Vegetables.
"Well, first thing ya gotta do is figure out where
ya wanna go. Then, you have to tap into the energy currents of the different
dimensions. Once you find the right one, you need to make a hole." The
way she was explaining it was terrible simplified, but she wanted it so
that the boy would understand. Then, when Bulma gave her the equipment
to punch a hole, she would show him exactly what needed to be done. She
never had been one for modesty, she mused. "Then, after you punch a hole,
you need to aline your energy with that of the dimensions. That part's
really important, 'cause if you're not exact, then it'll kill you." She
paused momentarily to watch the effect this had on the young boy's face.
"Then, all ya gotta do is hop on and ride the wave until either you reach
where you're going, or it ends. But you can't ride it all the way
to the end of course, 'cause that's like running headfirst into a brick
wall, so you have to get off before the end, then hop back on a differenet
one." Proud of how adaquitely she had explained that, she smiled down at
the gaping boy before her.
A/N: That's it for now! Two posts in one day, can ya believe it? Yay
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