Author's Note: or rather, IDIOT'S note... Forgot to tell ya, this takes place 10 years after BUU. Gohan - 28, Mikayla - 27, Trunks - 18, Goten - 17, Pan - 7, Bulma, Chi-Chi, Vegeta, Goku - Ancient. That is all. Thank you.

The punching bag threatened to break under the pressure of the kick landed to it as it groaned and dropped another inch. He's still staring at me. Oh my kami, what am I gonna do, he hasn't stopped looking at me since he walked in. I'm sure he knows!

"FOCUS!!!!"

"Sorry, Vegeta-san!" Mik yelled and continued to practice her kick on the now defeated bag. She landed one before it fell to the floor, finished for good.

She turned her back to Gohan, still feeling his eyes on her. Why does he stare so? He can't possibly recognize me now, what am I gonna do if everyone discovers I'm a girl?!?!?

"Vegeta...," Gohan began slowly with a smile, "Mind if I spar with your student alone for awhile?"

Mik started clenching and unclenching her fists nervously. She had no other outward signs of the tension she was feeling. However... on the inside...

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NO NO NO VEGETA-SAN NO!!!

Vegeta glanced from one to the other... and walked out the room. The rage started to build inside her and as soon as Vegeta had stepped out she let her fist fly towards Gohan. He ducked, came up behind her, and caught her upper arms with his elbows, effectively holding her in place. And a foot off the ground.

"I thought we could talk first."

"I have nothing to say to you," she hissed.

"Well then, I'll talk. I've missed you." She stiffened. "I've thought about you a lot."

"How did you recognize me?"

"Well, even though your eyes are green now and you're a little leaner, with more muscle, not quite as soft, that's easy to see, and your hair is shorter and you must've found some way to bind down those VERY soft..."

"Get over it!" she screamed.

"Right well..." he dropped her and wound his arms around her waist, still feeling her body tense under his touch. "When you've spent as much time with this body as I have," he gave her a squeeze, "watching its movements, loving it, tasting it.... it really hasn't changed all that much. I would recognize you no matter what you do. What are you doing here?"

Mik tried prying his arms off her body.

"I came to train under Vegeta, but if I had known YOU would be here I would've quickly gone in the opposite direction!! GRRRRR lemme go!"

He released her and she turned to face him. "Do NOT tell anyone who I am." It was not a request. She turned her back on him, walked a few feet away and began practicing punches in the air.

"I'm happy you're back. I really have missed you."

Eyes closed, punches quickened.

"I still love you."

She turned and started screaming. "How DARE you! You didn't know what love was ten years ago and I CERTAINLY have changed! You don't know me, you don't know love, you can't say THAT!"

They stood staring at each other, her fuming and him just staring at her. Vegeta walked back into the room after awhile with Goku in tow.

"Well, brat, are you done with my student yet?"

"Not quite, I'd like to watch a bit more if you don't mind."

Vegeta glanced at Mik and she shrugged. "Very well, just keep quiet and out of the way."

The next four hours were agonizing for Mik. She found it hard to concentrate... the result being a few more bruises and cuts than her workouts normally would yield. And it procured a more irritated than normal Vegeta. In a bout of absolute frustration at her lack of commitment, he tossed her across the room with a slight shove, bruising her dignity more than anything else.

"Hopefully tomorrow you be a little more together. Do NOT disappoint me."

"Yes, Vegeta-san."

She bowed to him as he left the room and turned away from the still watching eyes of Goku and Gohan, continuing to practice, fighting the air, TRYING to concentrate.

"So you're learning under Vegeta, eh? Why him?" Goku was very curious about this new bit of information of him even having a student. "And how long has he been teaching you?"

It was a few minutes before she answered. "Five years."

"FIVE YEARS!?!? How come I haven't heard of you until now??" Goku was stunned. He regularly visited the Capsule Corp. mansion and had not heard of her once in five years.

"How often do you come down into this room?" Punch punch, kick kick kick, punch punch.

"Well never I guess, I only came down here looking for Gohan."

And how can I tell my dad that for the first time in ten years, I SENSED her presence close to me and came hunting for her??

"So your name is 'Mik,' huh? Where are you from?"

"Far away." She stopped her routine when she heard Gohan giggle. Without glancing at either of them, she finished, "I wish to be alone now, I have much to do."

"Well all right, it was nice meeting you." Goku waved happily as he pulled a reluctant Gohan out of the room.

"Hey Gohan! It's great to have you back! We've missed you so much these last six years. Did you find anything interesting? What were you looking for anyway?"

Gohan smiled at Bulma, she had laid out a feast in his honor, for his return. And he was eager to dig in. Nobody waited for his answer as Krillin, Goten, Trunks, Oolong, and Pan all piled on top of him, sending him crashing to the ground. His daughter was all over his face kissing him and hugging him as she missed him more than anyone. His laughter rung through the air like Sunday morning church bells. Vegeta just rolled his eyes and Goku picked him up, gave him a crushing hug, and said, "welcome back, son!"

Bulma, not to be deterred, asked, "Well, did you find what you were looking for?"

Gohan smiled and looked to Dende and told her exactly what he discovered. "You know it's funny... I found what I was looking for... right where I last saw it. Huh?" He looked around and no one was even listening to him. They might've if he resembled a dinner plate. Everyone was at the table trying to wrestle food away from the Saiyans.

"Hey guys, wait for me!" And he jumped into the foray.

Hours later, Mik dropped onto her bed, falling asleep immediately. And immediately is when her nightmares began.

She woke in the hospital feeling every bruise, every hit, every stab, every punch kick bite HORROR she had endured. Knowing more was to come. Her parents were there, crying, her dad saying over and over how she should've stayed away. Her mom just... sobbing. Her doctor... "... and so we had to abort the fetal remains..." OH KAMI NO! Mom collapsed, more doctors, more pain, please someone stop it... The monster was penetrating her again, slapping her... hard... calling her name with an evil grin on his face... over and over and over... She screamed!

"Mik WAKE UP!!!" Gohan shook her hard, afraid he was going to damage her, but suddenly she woke up... and panicked. She clawed and kicked and punched at him, screaming at the monster to leave her alone. He backed off a little and she seemed to come to her wits.

"Huh???"

"The party downstairs was just getting over when we heard you scream..." Gohan began. He didn't finish because he received a blank look and wasn't sure he was being heard.

Soaked with sweat and panting heavily, she barely comprehended what he was saying, barely knew that it was Gohan in front of her. She felt a familiar energy approaching and jumped to her feet and bowed just in time for Vegeta to enter the room.

"What in Kami's name were you screaming for, boy????"

"Vegeta, I said I could handle it by myself."

"You could HANDLE me???" Mik had her wits FULLY restored now.

Gohan gave her a sharp look, "you didn't seem the type of person to want your mentor to catch you screaming like a girl because of a nightmare."

Mik growled out a polite 'thank-you-but-I'm-fine.'

"For disturbing this household I want you up an extra hour early in the morning for extra training."

"Yes, Vegita-san."

They walked out the room then, and she reset her alarm for two hours earlier and crawled into bed. Her subconscious, not even daring to bother Vegeta-san again, let her sleep peacefully until the morning.

"It would appear the boy is greatly disturbed by your presence, brat. Would you care to explain why?"

"Heh heh, I dunno, Vegeta, I haven't got a clue."

He glared at the younger Saiyan. "I will find out soon enough," he stated simply and walked off to his quarters. Gohan blinked at his retreating figure and breathed a sigh of relief. But now he had something to dwell on. Mik had been very afraid and appeared to have been in a great amount of pain. Just where had she been and what was she hiding? He had a LOT of thinking to do and a lot of research to catch up on. At least he had some place to start. Mr. Hygram, why is the woman I love so scared of you?

"So you wanna tell me what's going on?" Bulma found Gohan in her lab. He was studying the computer screen so intently he didn't even hear her until she was next to him. He glanced over to her and greeted her. "Oh, hi, Bulma."

"Well?"

"I can't now... But I definitely will let you know after I figure out a little mystery." He thought for a moment, then cautiously pushed forward. "How did Mik come to be here?"

Bulma blinked at him. "Hmmm let me see. It was five years ago and he just showed up on the doorstep and asked for Vegeta. He was pretty beaten up and dirty. He said he wanted to train underneath Vegeta, had heard about him and the Z fighters. He didn't have any money but he said he would pay whatever we felt was fair after his training. He asked me to keep track of every expense for him. Let me seeeee... hmmmm.... Never would talk about where he came from. He didn't plead or beg, just said he would do what he was told as he was told to do it, would study hard, never question, and be totally committed. He said he needed the training for something incredibly important."

She paused as if trying to recall something that seemed to have slipped away. "Vegeta was bored and decided to take up the challenge of turning the scrawny boy into something worthy of sparring with. So far, he's kept every promise he's made... never questioned Vegeta, just does whatever he says. Trunks trained him to fly at nights after he was done with regular training. He never talks, just trains and sleeps. We don't talk about him much, there's never much to say. Why so curious?"

"Oh just never seen him before." It was really hard for Gohan to keep remembering to refer to 'him' as a 'him.' He still didn't know how she pulled it off, she was so obviously feminine.

"Huh? Why are you looking up Mr. Hygram on the internet?" Bulma was looking at the screen.

"You've heard of him before?"

"Yeah, he's constantly hitting up Capsule Corp. to invest in his companies. Compared to us he's small potatoes, but he is pretty rich. Pretty powerful, and pretty ruthless. He shares no love for puppies, I'll tell ya that."

Hmmmm. This does not sound good. "Where's he from?"

"He lives in a town about 100 miles north of here. That's where he lives. He has businesses in several big cities, nationally, but not globally."

"Bulma, I want to thank you for taking care of my mom and daughter while I was away. I know it must've been hard on all of you guys, she isn't exactly the most ... feminine of little girls." He grinned at the thought of what a little terror she most likely had been.

"It's hard on her, not having a mother, but it does help to have us all around for her. Mmm, she drives Trunks nuts!" Bulma giggled at the terrible things her son had endured from the little tom boy.

Gohan smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. "She is so much like Videl was."

Bulma smiled back at him, "well goodnight, Gohan. If I keep Vegeta waiting any longer he'll blast through the floors to get to me."

They both knew he would too. She left him to finish his research with a departing, "don't' forget to turn the lights off."

Mik woke the second the alarm sounded, shutting it off quickly before anyone else heard it. After a fast shower, she dried herself and dressed just as rapidly. She bound her breasts and put on a fighting uniform. It was time for her to go home. After stealing a capsulized motorcycle, she suppressed her energy and ran for a mile without slowing or looking back before she released the bike and rode towards her hometown, Adaccaville, about 100 miles north. She carried with her some cash for food, a hotel if needed, and gas and... nothing else. Nothing else was needed.

"BOO!"

Gohan hit the ceiling when Vegeta's voiced boomed in his ear. Literally... hit the ceiling. He landed safely back down to earth without even a minor headache and realized he had fallen asleep in Bulma's lab.

"So, brat, where's the boy?"

"What boy?" he asked through a yawn.

When he received a suspicious glance from Vegeta he quickly realized his mistake. "Oh yeah heh heh that boy sorry Vegeta I'm still not quite awake and I wasn't sure if you were talking about Trunks or Mik heh heh what do you mean where's the boy?" He was really sweating now.

"Hmmmm. He's gone missing and something tells me you had something to do with it."

Without waiting for an answer, Vegeta grabbed Gohan by the front of his shirt and hauled him to the living room where Bulma and Goku were. "Kakarrot came looking for you this morning when you didn't return home and now I find you here and Mik gone. Better start talking... Now."

Gohan frowned. "I wish I knew where Mik has gone. I honestly have no idea or what's happening. I'm sorry."

"Gohan..." Goku began, but he didn't know how to finish so he let it drop.

"I'm sorry," he repeated.

"We'll wait then. All of us here. And see what happens."

Gohan didn't know if he could wait.

Two days later, tensions were running rampant at Capsule Corp. mansion. Chi-Chi, Goten, and Pan had joined the crew and everyone was getting on everyone else's nerves. But Vegeta would not allow anyone to leave until something happened. And it did.

Gohan had been more on edge than anyone and sensed her first. He ran to the door before Mik even knocked. She collapsed, bruised and bloody, nothing apparently broken, into his arms.

"I... I didn't know... where else to go..." Then she passed out. Gohan took a moment to take in her appearance. Particularly her torn clothes which revealed, without a doubt, her femininity.

"What the hell is going on here?!?" Vegeta raged over his shoulder. He had taken in her appearance as well.

Gohan looked up at him. "I'll explain all I know in the living room."

When he walked into the room and laid her on the couch everyone exploded with questions. Gohan assured everyone he would tell them what he knew as soon as she was cared for. Hot water, clean rags, gauze, antibiotics appeared practically out of nowhere. The men were banished from the room while Bulma and Chi-Chi cleaned and dressed her in a tank top and shorts.

"She's pretty, gramma-chi." Pan had stayed behind in the room, unnoticed.

"Pretty beat up is more like it."

They covered her with a light blanket. "Well I guess it's safe to call the boys back in," Bulma said as she walked to the door. As she opened it, she nearly got run over by a very worried Gohan.

"She has a high fever, but I think she'll be okay, son."

"Okay, Gohan, I think you'd better tell us what's going on. You know something, don't you?" Bulma was on him immediately. He nodded. "Who is she?"

Gohan sighed. "Ten years ago I met a beautiful girl with beautiful red hair. It was so long, and she had vibrant purple eyes. I knew the moment I saw her I loved her. She was smart and artistic. She used to draw pictures for me all the time. We were romantically involved until... Until mom met Videl and pretty much told us we were engaged. She left me... so I could be with Videl. Her name was Mikayla."

Gohan heard 'Mik' and nodded. "After Videl died, I mourned for a little bit and left to find Mikayla. I didn't find a trace of her until I came here. The night she had that bad dream, I heard her scream the name 'Hygram.'"

Bulma gasped. "Oh no!"

"Who is 'Hygram?'"

"A very bad man, Goku. He has a tendency to hurt those that cross his path... if they live."

"I don't know what happened to her since she left, but she's pretty mad at me."

"Gohan, how come you never told us?"

"I don't know. Neither one of us knew much about where the other came from and we never talked about each other much to other people. We never saw each other outside of school. We spent all our lunch periods together. It wasn't that we wanted to keep it secret, it's just that... we never had the reason to. I've spent the last six years looking for her and now I wish I'd never let her leave."

She wasn't mentally prepared to face her tormentor again. She made it past his security, no problem. A few cuts and bruises. But just seeing him locked her in a panicked state of mind. Fear froze her. She stood prepared to fight, but she couldn't move. He looked up and laughed at her.

"I've missed you, my pet, why did you run away?"

"You are a monster, you know that. I'm here to kill you."

"YOU??? KILL ME??? HA HA HA HA! What harm could such a small thing do to me?"

Rage started to build inside her, red-white HOT rage. She felt the energy build inside her and she crossed her arms in front of her chest, the backs of her hands facing each other. She didn't understand what was happening to her, she never felt this way, she just acted how her body wanted her too.

"So, my angel, you came back you say to kill me but we both know that there's no way you could. I think you came back for more..." He was still grinning that evil grin as he slowly stood up from behind his desk.

"AN...."

A ball of energy formed between the backs of her hands as they faced each other. Her eyes closed tightly.

"GEL..."

She rolled the ball over her fingertips and moved it to the palms of her hands. She acted on instinct alone when she thrust her hands forward.

"FIRE!!!!!!!!!!"

His desk shattered into minuscule splinters as he moved faster than he had ever in his life.

Everyone watched as Mik started to toss and turn and groan in her sleep. But no one was prepare for the energy ray that she shot forward, through the ceiling, bring her awake... screaming.

"HOLY SH...!" The end of Goku's statement was cut off by the collapse of said ceiling.

In a daze, Mik attacked the first person she saw... Gohan. She was still trapped in her dream and as Gohan ducked and dodged her punches as he tried to calm her down. He finally threw a light punch to her stomach and sent her stumbling over furniture. As she sat up from her crash landing, she looked around confused. "What... am I doing... urg... here?" She pressed her temples with her hands trying to ward off a headache that was forming. Nobody spoke. She tried to stand and started to fall back down before Gohan caught her.

"Shhhh, you have a fever, you need to rest."

"Hmph, any more resting and we won't have a place to live."

"Aaahhh! Vegeta-san!" Mik jumped to her feet and bowed before her mentor. While head down, she noticed what she was wearing and groaned out an, "oh no." She blushed and looked up, noticing her handiwork. "What happened to the ceiling?"

"Angel Fire," Vegeta said, smirking.

Mik almost fell over. What the hell is going on?

"You'd better start explaining."

"I told them everything about us." She looked over at Gohan. She wanted to cry, but to cry was to be weak, to be a woman. So... She laughed. "You don't even know, Gohan."

She looked to the kitchen and told the group she'd be right back. She returned shortly with a tomato. "For visual effects, I want this to hit you as hard as it hit me, Gohan."

"I suppose I should start after I left the first time, ten years ago. I went home to Adaccaville, to be with my parents. I had received a letter telling me that they never wanted anything to do with me again, they were disappointed in me, and they wanted me to stay away. So naturally, I got there as fast as I could. Of course, they were mad, but they took me in anyway. Then they told me about Hygram. He owned the house they lived in and he was terrorizing them. They begged me to stay out of the way whenever he was around. None of us imagined that he would be looking when we were unaware. But I guess we should've."

Mik started shaking and sat down. She took a deep breath and continued. "I'm going to make this short. Hygram found me... and took me. I resisted and fought him. That very night he beat me and raped me so severely I woke in the hospital." Gohan began growling. Mik looked up at him. "You have no idea what it was like. I hurt so bad, I wanted to die. Then when the doctor told me that the baby in my womb resembled a squashed tomato," she slammed down the tomato on the table, juice and pulp running over her hand and down to the carpet, but no one moved, "I wanted to kill. But I was too weak. For five years, I woke in the hospital or in his bed, always in pain and ALWAYS BLEEDING!" She stood and started growling, anger getting out of control. "He used me against my parents and them against me. He kept me at his place and when he wasn't around, I became snoopy. I did research through his files and found out that my parents owned their house outright. They had more than paid him what they owed him."

"How much?"

"$250,000."

The room was silent. "My anger was uncontainable, and foolishly I confronted him... alone. After he beat me, he went to my parents house and killed them." She looked down, anger eating away at her.

Gohan was shocked. Somewhere deep inside of him he felt the rage she was feeling, but on top, he just wanted to hold her, to erase everything she had gone through.

"I knew what he was gonna do, and while he was gone, I escaped. While I was there I remember him talking about Capsule Corp. a lot and he mentioned Bulma and Vegeta. Vegeta, he had said, was a master warrior and that he would probably be running Capsule Corp. if it weren't for him. I knew then I had to train under Vegeta, to learn what he knew. I was going to return one day and kill Hygram. So I did, this second time I left. But I didn't kill him. I tried... but I couldn't. I didn't want to be like him. So I got what was owed to me."

She got up and pulled out a capsule from her discarded clothes on the floor. Much to Gohan's annoyance he saw Trunks, taking in an eyeful of her beautiful backside as she was bent over. She pressed the button and tossed the capsule onto the floor. A LOT of money appeared.

"$750,000. He now owns my parent's land free and clear and 250 thou each for pain and suffering my parents endured. I also have a receipt of which he has a copy, to make it all legal and binding. Signed in his blood and mine. I want to pay you back for everything you've done for me, Bulma and Vegeta."

Trunks sweet smile to Mik earned an angry scowl from Gohan. When Trunks spoke it was directly to her. "You need to stay here. At least for a little while longer."

"Huh? What are you talking about, son?"

"Her angel fire attack... she needs to learn to control it. She could be too dangerous if she lost her temper or had another nightmare."

Mik looked to the hole and sighed. "Trunks is right. Don't you think, Vegeta?"

"Why did you pretend to be a boy?"

"It wasn't so much as to fool you as it was to fool myself. I didn't want to be a woman, because a woman is weak. I thought if I could get rid of any trace of my being female I could fully concentrate on my training. So I cut my hair, bound my chest, and..." she rubbed her eyes, removing a set of green contacts. When she looked up, Trunks was floored. Kami, she has the most beautiful eyes! And such an enticing color. He smirked and his hand unconsciously flew to his hair.

"How old are you?"

"27."

While Vegeta couldn't believe he could mistake a young woman for a little boy, Trunks was busy with his own thoughts. Only nine years difference, I'm legal, it could still work!

Mik threw the capsule again and ensnared the mound of money.

"If you want me to leave I understand, but I do insist on at least paying for all the kind treatment you've given me, and for the lodging, food, and training. And...," she blushed, "for the bike I stole."

Vegeta looked at Trunks' hopeful face and knew that his son wanted this woman. He didn't know what to think of it. He also knew he was right, Mik needed training with her energy, needed to learn control. She was normally a good student, when he thought she was a guy. It was amazing how things changed in such a short amount of time. He looked over to her and noticed the heavy sweat that was pouring down her face, she was straining to stand up. But she didn't show weakness by sitting down. She showed her respect by standing ready for anything he told her to do.

"You need rest now. I will not train a sickly woman who cannot even walk across the room without threatening to fall over. Trunks, take her to bed and make her comfortable."

Mik tried to walk on her own but Trunks swooped her up, a look of pure joy on his face.

"We will talk more when you are better."

Mik snuggled against Trunks and relaxed, having never felt as safe in her whole life. She let him carry her to her room, never noticing that Gohan was not looking too pleased and it was all he could do to not jump Trunks. Vegeta, however, did notice, and smiled wickedly. Things should get very interesting around here.