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Terra sat up in her room as the noises of talk floated
up through the floor. She wasn't being punished for her earlier actions,
thankfully, Bulma had asumed that Terra was excessively freightened of
hospitals for some odd reason, and therefore let her off the hook. Amazinggly,
she had gotten Trunks out of the line of fire as well, saying that he had
saved her from becoming a sidewalk burger when she lept out the five story
window. Bulma had semi-bought that excuse, but asked why he didn't just
bring Terra back up to the hospital room after he caught her. That had
taken some quick thinking on Terra's part. Finally, she'd blurted out,
"Iwashystericalandwould'vejumpedoutthewindowagainifhehad broughtmeback!"
(Translation: "I was hysterical and would've jumped out the window again
if he had brought me back!")
She knew immediately that Bulma hadn't bought it
for a second, but the scientist was apparently in a good mood and hadn't
punished either of them. Now, Terra sat in her room, peacefully watching
the waxing moon as the shadows fought for dominace outside her window.
Downstairs were a few of the people Terra had met when she first woke up
in this place. Goku, Gohan, Chi-Chi, Goten, and Piccolo were their names,
she remembered. Not really being comfortable around them, especially the
green man, Piccolo, she had stayed in her room. But now her stomach was
growling every few minutes, reminding her constantly that she hadn't had
dinner.
Well, it's not the first time for that... She
thought miserably. Before coming to this dimension, Terra had lived on
the streets of New York City. It was a hard life where childish innocence
was sought out and destroyed; teared mercilessly limb from limb, leaving
the victom a cold, hard shell of hatred and anger. Thanks to many things,
Terra's powers being the main reason, she had managed to avoid that fate,
instead becoming a creature haunted by a painful past of death, lies and
deception, all hidden behind strong emerald eyes.
These past few days with the Breifs had been the
happiest she could remember in her life, having not seen her parents since
she was nine when they were killed in a fire set by some superstitious
fools in the next village... Although, Bulma and Vegeta both kept trying
to pry some information of Terra's past from her, Vegeta doing so less
descretely than Bulma. Terra smirked, remembering her earlier conversation
with the proclaimed Prince of Vegetables...
~Earlier~
"Girl!" Vegeta yelled.
"My name's Terra." She had retorted automatically.
"What do you want, Prince Vegetable?"
"Tell me how it is you came to be as strong as you
are." He smirked slightly when saying the word 'strong'.
"Why should I?"
"Becasue if you don't, I'll blast you into the next
dimension!" He roared, a vein popping in his big forehead.
"Least I'd be away from you." She had replied smoothly,
examining her nails.
She had thought the comment was funny. Vegeta hadn't.
Bulma hadn't thought it was funny when she found the smoking hole in her
living room wall. That, also, was part of the reason she now sat quietly
in her room, eyes glazed, thinking of times long past, and of people far
away...
Would she ever find her way home?
That question haunted her endlessly throughout her
stay here. It wouldn't be so bad if she didn't... She mused quietly. Of
course, she couldn't say that. 'Hey, Bulma. Thanks for all your hard work
making this dimension-opener thingie, but I've decided to stay here.' Oh,
yes, what a fun conversation that'd be! Terra sighed and her stomach rumbled
once again.
Rolling her eyes, she climbed silently to her feet
and slipped down the hall and then down a flight of stairs, avoiding the
guests and sneaking into the kitchen for a snack. She rumaged through the
fridge, on the verge of pulling out two dozen already-made sandwiches when
a voice made her jerk her head up. That, unfortuneately was a bad idea,
seeing as her head was in the fridge at that moment. Terra cursed richly
and stood, rubbing her sore head. In the doorway stood Goku, looking confused
and clueless as always.
"Hey, who are you? You look familier. My name's
Goku. Why were you in Bulma and Vegeta's fridge?" He asked, never seeming
to stick to one subject. Terra was about to open her mouth and explain
herself whe it clicked. "Oh, hey, now I remember you!" He said, obviously
pleased with himself. "You're that girl we found the day I came back."
He grinned down at her.
"Came back from where?" She couldn't help but ask.
"The dead." He said lightly. Terra felt her eyes
narrow in suspision. The dead? Yeah, right. And I'm a monkey's Uncle.He's
gotta be joking. Of course, he seems a little too dense to make a joke
like that.
"...Right..."She replyed tersely before ducking
past him, trying to escape back to the silence of her room. However, her
plans were thworted by a certain evil Prince of Vegetables. (A/N: hehehhe!)
"Girl!"
"My name's Terra" She said automatically.
"Get over here." He commanded, ignoring her comment.
"What do yo want?" She grumbled, not exactly in
a socialable mood at that moment.
"He," Vegeta jabbed his thumb at Piccolo. "is very
interested in what species you are." With that, he walked off, leaving
an irritable Terra and a silent Piccolo alone. Terra stood there, arms
crossed and glaring for several minutes. Piccolo did the same. Being the
ever-talented green bean that he was, Piccolo won their little staring
contest as Terra's patientious (sp?) snapped.
"Well, aren't you gonna ask me what the hell I am?"
She shot rudely.
Piccolo smirked slightly. "What the hell are you?"
He asked lightly. (or at least as lightly as Piccolo gets)
"None of your frickin' business." Terra retorted,
then stomped off towards the stairwell. In mid-step, though, she was bowled
over by two small figues, both giggling hysterically and gibbering on about
something that included the word 'spandex'. Terra rolled her eyes good
naturedly as Trunks and Goten shot off again. If they were anywhere near
as mischeifous as Trunks was alone, she did not want to be around when
whatever prank they'd pulled went through. And judging by the word 'spandex'
Vegeta was going to be pretty pissed at whatever they'd done.
She turned once agian and started up the stairs
before a hand caught her own. She looked back to see an embaressed looking
Gohan standing there. Terra waited in silence for a moment, then spoke.
"Well, what do ya want?"
"I just, uh... I wanted to ask you a few questions."
(No, he's not sweet on her. He's scared of her.) The teenage Saiyan stuttered.
Terra heaved a sigh and followed him to the couch. She flung herself down,
very unlady-like. (Terra: Who ever said I was a lady? Ladies are prim and
proper and kinda remind me of lesbo's. Me: Evil, Terra. Your evil. Now
shush.) (oh, and no offense to any lady or lesbians out there. Terra's
just evil. ^_^;;) Gohan sat down next to her.
"Trunks tells me you're pretty strong." He ventured
cautiously. Terra cocked an eyebrow. "Earlier today I was sent to the hospital
by a nine year old. They said I wouldn't live through the night. Obviously,
they were wrong, but still." She shrugged a shoulder as Gohan gaped.
"Trunks put you in the hospital?!" He asked
in disbeleif, well, disbeleif in that the boy would be so careless at least.
He full knew that Trunks was stronger than any human on this planet.
"That's what I said." Terra replied, a bit annoyed.
"His hair turned gold and he blasted me. See?" She yanked the neck of her
shirt down lower than was nessacary, just enough to make Gohan fidget,
showing off her newly received burns. Amazingly, they looked as though
they were almost completely healed.
"He turned Super before beating you?!" Goahn
asked in amazement.
"Ya know, these questions really don't seem to be
going anywhere, so if you don't mind I'm just gonna-" She started to get
up, but Gohan grabbed her wrist and pulled back onto the couch.
"I was actually wondering about some other things."
He said quickly, before she could leave.
"And those things would be...?" Terra started for
him.
"Just how exactly are you so strong, and please
don't say it's none of my business, and don't lie, because we know you're
not human, so just tell the truth." He said in one breath.
Terra actually found herself wanting, just the slightest
bit, to share everything with him. She had so many secrets, so many lies...
She just wanted them off her chest, but she knew... knew what the consequenses
to blabbing were. She'd seen it a hundred times before. Or at least eight
or nine. She took a deep breath. She wouldn't tell them... no, no yet..
it wasn't the right time... She still had a few days before the full moon,
and she's tell them then. After that, she'd leave. She slowly let out the
breath through clentched teeth, making it a low hiss.
Gohan blinked in confusion as Terra seemed to be
contemplating with herself. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity,
she shook her head. "Sorry, I just-no. No, not right now. Later. I'll tel
you all later." Gohan sighed in defeat.
"When later?" He asked before she fled upstairs.
She paused, already halfway there. "Later later." She confirmed, then disappeared.
That night, no one heard the muffled sobs escaping
a fourteen year old girl, lost and alone in a place where she tried to
act tough. But no matter how she made herself appear, deep down, she knew.
Knew of the secrets, knew of the lies hidden behind cold, strong green
eyes.
A/N: Yay, this chappie is done! And I think it's longer than the rest! Yay! But that may be the caffine! Yay! It's two in the morning! Yay! Just to let everyone know, Terra's not a Saiyan! Yay! A surprise in upcoming chapters! Yay! I'll shut up now and stop saying yay! Yay! Oops... Heh heh heh! ^_^;; Oh, well, hope you liked and please don't forget to R&R!! Or else no surprise! (little voice: yay!)
A/N2: Oh, I almost forgot. Whoever reviewed (thankies! you all are awesome!!! *chucks random DBZ things to them*) under the name of Madi, thank you very much for your compliments, but I didn't write "Can We Keep Her" (awesome fic! A great muts-read!) Raylin has that great honor and I take off my hat to her. She is indeed a great author! ^_^. Well, thanks again for all he reviews, keep 'em comin!