(A/n: Hey I hope you'll enjoy this fic. I know I'll have fun writing so please enjoy!)

Once again Trish was being moved to a different foster home. She never knew her parents, the foster people who took care of her said they died just after she was born. No one knew a lot about her, all they knew was that she was 12 and was found on the doorstep of a foster home with no trace of any family. Trish was a major tomboy she had her hair cut short (just above the ears), she always wore a navy blue at with a gold star on it and she would usually wear black clothes. She had grey-blue eyes, 5'7, and dark brown hair and had an ok attitude. Trish was never really picked to be adopted, which never really did bother her. She never admitted she was lonely, and she never had any real friends, but that was soon to change.

"Trish have you packed everything yet?" The foster worker yells. "Almost! Just give me 3min and I'll be right down!" Trish yelled back. She was being transferred to a foster care in Satan City. Trish finishes packing and runs downstairs to the impatient worker. "It's about time!" Trish drags herself to a sliver car and puts her bags in trunk and leaves for Satan City. Soon after a quiet 30min ride they reach the new foster home, Trish drags herself out of the car and collects her two bags out of the trunk and heads for the front door. Trish rings the doorbell and looks behind her to see the worker gone. 'Gee she really cared for me.' Trish says sarcastically to herself. A girl opens the door, "Oh you must be the new foster kid, come in." Trish steps in, "My name is Vicky and I'm one of the foster workers here. And I believe you are Trish?" Trish nods, "Yup." 'Wow for a worker she isn't half bad, she is pretty nice.' Vicky had long blonde curly hair that went just past her shoulders, she is around 5'8 and in her late 20's. "If you follow me Trish I'll show you your room." Vicky smiles and leads the way. Vicky opens a door and reveals a room with about medium coloured room, with a dresser, closet, nightstand and bed. "I hope it's not to dark." Vicky says. "Not at all." Trish smiles. "Ok. Well you can un-pack your things, tell me if you need anything." Vicky smiles and leaves. 'Well at least the rooms nice.'

Two Weeks Later

"Trish time for supper!" Vicky yells down the hall. "Ok!" Trish yells back. 'Wow I've been here for exactly two weeks now. Things haven't been that bad when I think about it.' Trish walks down the hall and into the kitchen to sit with 4 other kids and Vicky. "Ok kids tomorrow someone very important is coming and I want all of you to be on your best behaviour!" Everyone nods and eats.

Next Day

Trish is in her room listening to "Lonely Girl" by Pink and drawing. Trish hears the doorbell ring and then hears Vicky answer. 'Mine as well piss Vicky off and listen to my music.' Trish smirks to herself. Trish can hear Vicky outside her door and talking about her. Trish sees the door handle slowly being opened. The door opens and Trish sees Vicky with a blue haired women standing beside her. Trish quickly turns her music off. "Trish this is Bulma Briefs." Vicky smiles. "Uh hi." Trish says. Bulma smiles at Trish, 'Boy she really looks lonely.' Bulma thinks to herself. Vicky notices that Trish is uncomfortable "Lets move on." Vicky gives a quick wink towards Trish before leaving. Relieved Trish closes her door and turns her music back on.

Vicky finished showing Bulma around and they sat down at a table. "So are you interested in adopting any of the kids?" Vicky asks. Bulma smiles, "Actually yes there is." Vicky's smile grows, "Who?" "I would like to adopt Trish." Bulma says very happily. Vicky gives a sigh of relief happy that Trish had finally found a home. "I'll go get her. Just a sec." Vicky walks down the hallway and knocks on Trish's door. Trish turns her music off and opens the door, "What?" Vicky smiles, "You have a home." Trish smiles, "Your kidding me right?" Vicky shakes her head. Trish and Vicky walk down the hallway. "So do you want to go with Mrs. Briefs?" Trish gives a small nod, "Sure." Vicky smiles, "Mrs. Briefs just sign these forms and Trish will be able to go home with you today!" Bulma smiles, "That's great!" Trish goes to her room and packs all her items. "Trish are you ready?" Vicky yells down the hall. "Yea!" Trish walks down the hallway with two bags, one in each hand. "Ok well I guess we're ready to go then." Bulma says happily. Trish drops her bags and hugs Vicky, "I'm going to miss you Vicky." Trish chokes out trying not to cry. Vicky had really been like a big sister to her and now she was leaving. "I'm going miss you kiddo. " Vicky says as the two pull away. They say they're last goodbyes and before Trish knows it she is in the car with Bulma driving to her new home.

"So what ever happened to your real parents?" Bulma asks trying to make conversation. "I'm not sure really. I never knew them, they left me on the doorstep of a foster care centre when I was only 2 weeks old." "I'm sorry to hear that." "It's ok. I'm just happy I'll finally have a normal life." Bulma gives a nervous smile, "Don't be so sure about that." Trish gives a confused look, "Why would you say that? It's not your from another planet." "I'll explain when we get home. We should be there in about 5min." "Ok." Trish says and sits back and enjoys the rest of the way to her new home. 5min passes and they arrive at C.C., "We're here!" Bulma says cheerfully. Trish opens the door and grabs her bags, "Wow this place is huge!" "You'll get used to it, don't worry." Bulma opens the door, Trish steps in. Bulma walks in and closes the door. "The family is probably eating lunch. You can put your bags down. This way." Trish follows Bulma into the kitchen, to see the family eating. "Everyone I want you to meet Trish." Bulma smiles. 14- year-old Trunks looks up, "Hey I'm Trunks." He smiles. 6-year-old Bra squeals with joy, "Yay I have an older sister!" Trish smiles. Trish looks at the man with black hair who doesn't even look up. "Vegeta? This is our new daughter!" Bulma snaps at him. Vegeta looks up and grunts. 'Well I guess that guy is in a bad mood. But there's just something about him..' Trish thinks to herself. "I'll show you to your room Trish." Trish nods and gets her bags and then follows Bulma. " Sorry about Vegeta, he never really is in a good mood." Trish shrugs, "That's ok, I have a bit of a temper myself, but don't worry it's not like I'll blow anything up." They reach the room, "Hope you find it homey, well I'll let you un-pack, I'll come up later." Bulma smiles then leaves.

Trish closes the door behind her and slowly unpacks her possessions, 'Why did I agree to this? I was a lot happier off with Vicky. I miss her so much already.' Someone knocks on Trish's door, "Come in" Trish says. Trunks opens the door, "Sorry about Dad he is a little moody." Trish gives a weak smile, "It's ok." Suddenly the house gives a small shake, "What was that?" Trish asks confused. "That must have been Dad." "Wait a second how can he make the house shake like that?" 'Oh great she doesn't know about Saiyins yet.' "Oh well he works on experiments." Trunks quickly thinks of the comeback. "So what were your real parents like?" "I never knew them, I was found on a doorstep when I was 2 weeks old. Do mind if I tell you something?" "Sure" Trunks says. "Well ever since I was around 5 years old I could do these strange things." "What kind of strange things?" "Watch this." Trish forms a small ki ball in her hand. 'Oh my god she's a Saiyin!' "Please don't freak out!" Trish says. "Don't worry, I have to go now though see you later!" Trunks leaves.

Trunks runs downstairs to his mother's lab, "Mom!" Bulma turns around, "What is it Trunks?" "Trish is a Saiyin! She showed me that she would make a ki blast!" Bulma's eyes go wide, "That means the parents that left her were Sayins!" "If you want my opinion I don't think she should know about the whole thing just yet." "You're right."

Trish sits up in her room thinking, 'Maybe I'm not as normal as I think I am.' Trish lies back, 'I wonder what my real parents were like. It would help me figure out who I am. O well its kind of late to find out who I am now. I really wish I knew who my parents were though.' Trish hears a knock on her door, "Come in." Trish calls. Bulma opens the door, "Trish there's a lot I have to tell you." Bulma tells Trish about Saiyins and that she is one of them. "Well I guess that explains a lot." Trish says surprised. "I'm sorry to have left everything so late." Trish nods, "It's ok, I'm just happy to know who I finally am." Suddenly there is a big earthquake. "What's going on?" Bulma says as the house violently shakes. The quake slowly stops, "That was strange." Trish says. Trish's eyes suddenly go wide, "What's wrong?" Bulma asks. "I forgot to tell you this but I can sense power levels and during that earthquake I could sense a very high power level." Bulma shakes her head, "That's not good." Trish and Bulma walk downstairs. "Are you two alright?" Trunks asks. "Yes, we're fine." Bulma says.

2 weeks later

Trish is in the living room reading; she had just started up a new hobby. She was planning to be a Wiccan in training She hadn't told anyone yet, but it didn't matter because she was going to do it either way.

Suddenly there's a knock at the door. Trish growls and puts her book down; she makes her way to the door. Trish opens the door but is greeted with someone grabbing her by the neck. "So we meet again Trish." the huge well- toned man says. "What are talking about? Who are you?" "I'm Brolly. I was the one who killed your parents." He laughs. Throughout the house everyone hears Brolly and they run to the front door. "Let her go!" Bulma yells. Brolly glares at her, "Stay out of this unless you want to be killed." Trish growls. "Why did you kill my parents!" "Lets just say they were getting in the way of my plans, I knew you would grow up to be a strong fighter so I had to kill them so they wouldn't train you but then you ended up here." Trish gets a confused look, "How am I a threat?" "I've seen the future, and I must prevent it from happening." "But I don't have a clue how to fight." Brolly tightens his grip around Trish's neck. "You are lying!" "But I don't" Trish chokes to say. Brolly tightens his grip even more. "Stop!" Bulma yells. Trunks clenches his fists. 'Oh great now because of me my parents died and now my only family might die because of me.' Suddenly Trish's power goes skyrocketing. Brolly loses his grip on Trish, "I'll make sure you pay for killing my parents!" Brolly smirks, "Oh we'll see about that, and when you least expect I'll be there." Brolly disappears. Trish's loses her power and becomes weak. Trunks puts a hand on Trish's back, "Are you alright?" Trish nods, "Yea I'll live."

Back at the foster home Vicky hears a knock at the door. 'I wonder who that could be?' Vicky opens the door to a man dressed in a black suit. "I'm sorry but do I know you?" Vicky asks. "No you don't but I have some important information you might want to know about a recent family who adopted a girl 2 weeks ago." "Of coarse come in." Vicky lets the man in. "So who exactly are we talking about here?" "Trish. She was adopted a few weeks ago am I correct?" Vicky gives a confused look, "Yes but what does she have to do with anything?" "Well are you aware with events that occurred with Buu and Cell?" Vicky nods, "Yes." "Well her family was involved with those fights especially her father. The family is also close friends with a big group of fighters who have all been involved in those kinds of fights. I fear for Trish's safety and getting involved with these fights." Vicky stares in shock, "You have to be kidding me!" The shakes his head, "No I'm not." "Does this mean I should take her away from the family? I would never forgive myself if she was hurt." "Yes I do advise you take her away from the family as soon as possible!" Vicky nods, "I'll get her today. Thank you very much for telling me all this." "It's my job." The man smirks and leaves.

A/N: What will happen? Will Vicky succeed in taking Trish away from the Briefs? R&R!