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"talking"

thinking

:communicating through a bond or telepathically:

something written/read like a sign or a note

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Chapter Two: Lost Princess

Yamako flew through the air and landed outside the huge mansion that now belonged to her grandfather (Hercule gave it to Videl when he died 4 years ago, not long after Jasumin was born). She rang the doorbell and was greeted by Videl.

"Oh hi there Yamako. How's everything with you?" Videl asked smiling.

Yamako shrugged. "It's ok I guess. I want to train with Grandpa Gohan a bit."

"Sure go right ahead. I think he's in the back with Goku and Piccolo."

"Alright. Later!" Yamako called over her shoulder as she headed towards the back.

Videl waved to her and closed the door. Yamako headed down the hall towards the backyard. Sure enough after a while the sound of training could be heard. Yamako opened the door and stepped out. She took a few steps forward before sensing the ki of Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon heading right for her. Yamako brought up her right hand in front of her face and deflected it, sending it off towards outer space. Yamako dropped her hand down to her side and instinctively looked around for the source of the attack.

"Piccolo watch where you aim that thing!" Gohan shouted.

Yamako looked up and soon found Gohan and Goku come to a stop right in front of Piccolo. Goku and Gohan were Super Saiyans and Piccolo was close to full power.

"Sorry about that Kid." Piccolo apologized as he and the others floated down to Yamako.

"Don't worry about it. After training with Grandpa Gohan and Grandpa Vegeta for so long deflecting the Special Beam Cannon is child's play." Yamako stated shrugging off the apology.

Piccolo smiled at the girl who had inherited the Saiyan's fighting spirit. He had a fondness for the Saiyan princess, much like the 1 he had for Gohan. Yamako had been the only frequent visitor to the Lookout for several years. She would go up there to meditate, train, and even talk to Piccolo whenever she could. Yamako looked up to Piccolo and he deeply respected her.

"Hey Grandpa Goku mind if I join you guys?" Yamako asked her great-grandfather.

"What do you say guys?" Goku asked.

Piccolo shrugged but mentally smirked at the fact that Yamako was going to be joining the fight. Piccolo always enjoyed Yamako's company and the young girl never failed to make the fights fair.

"Sure. …Why not?" Gohan shrugged knowing that even if he said no she would still join, she was too much her parents' daughter to just leave a fight.

Yamako smirked slightly, nodded, and quickly took a fighting position. She was teamed up with Goku against Piccolo and Gohan. Goku and Gohan went at it while she fought against Piccolo. The battle between the 4 raged on for hours until the smell of Videl's cooking came into the air causing all 3 Saiyans to stop dead in their tracks. Goku's stomach let out a mighty grumble indicating that it was time for him to return home.

"Gotta go! See ya later guys!" Goku stated hurriedly as he used Instant Transmission to teleport home.

Gohan's stomach roared a few seconds later and he quickly rushed into the house, leaving Piccolo and Yamako outside alone. Piccolo, giving a wave, flew off, knowing full well that it was time for the teenaged Saiyan to go home. Yamako too took her leave and headed back home to Capsule Corp. for dinner.

By the time she got home dinner was already on the table and she found her parents, sister, and grandfather already inhaling their food. Bra and Camoren had apparently left long before Bulma had started cooking, otherwise it would've been impossible to pull Bra and Kasaiko away before they ate. Yamako quickly got cleaned up and began inhaling her food before the other Saiyans could eat it all. After dinner was finished the group settled down to relax. Trunks flopped down on the couch for a nap until he was rudely awakened only an hour later by the sound of fighting. Yamako and Jasumin had gotten into an argument about how Yamako thought Jasumin wasn't acting like a Saiyan princess should and that she should train more instead of watching TV while Jasumin was saying how much of a pain Yamako was being and that she should act civilized for a change. By this time the 2 were having a shouting match and it wasn't long before the subject of the fight shifted into another all together.

"YOU'RE SUCH A SPOILED LITTLE BRAT! I DON'T KNOW HOW KAZ PUTS UP WITH YOU!" Yamako shouted directly into her little sister's face.

"WELL AT LEAST I HAVE A FRIEND WHO IS WILLING TO PUT UP WITH ME UNLIKE YOU!" Jasumin shouted back with equal force.

That was the last straw. Yamako let out a Saiyan battle cry and launched herself right for Jasumin. However, she was thrown backwards by the immovable rock hard wall that was her father. Stumbling backwards a bit she soon regained her feet. Trunks stood between Yamako and Jasumin in the classic Vegeta stance, glaring angrily at his oldest daughter. Yamako's Saiyan blood was boiling in her veins and her muscles twitched as she tried to keep herself from attacking.

"Yamako what's gotten into you? You know better than to attack your sister like that." Trunks stated sternly, his scowl deepening.

Jasumin clung to her father's leg as she hid behind him and looked at her sister terrified. Yamako was breathing heavily and it was evident that she was restraining her own body from falling prey to her Saiyan instincts, which beckoned her to fight him although she knew that that was suicide. It was taking all her self-control to keep herself from blowing up the whole house; but she knew that she had no chance against her father let alone her mother who would undoubtedly join in if Trunks got into trouble. Grinding her teeth in frustration she stomped past Trunks and out the door ready to take her anger out on someone who didn't care about getting into a fight…Vegeta. Marching towards the Gravity Chamber, which was where Vegeta usually was, she growled out curses under her breath as her anger grew with every passing second.

Opening the door she walked in and leaned against a wall; learning a long time ago that it was best for Vegeta to acknowledge you first instead of interrupting him by making your presence known, that action could very well land you in the hospital. Yamako immediately noted that the gravity was set to around 5 or 600 times Earth's gravity and she quickly adjusted her body to its new weight making sure her ki didn't rise too much so Vegeta wouldn't stop dead in his tracks and end up getting hit by 1 of the robots that were for sure circling him, that would result in a near death beating. Vegeta instantly recognized the ki signal belonging to his brat's oldest daughter when she increased her ki to adjust to the new environment but continued his training. Yamako then picked up on her grandfather's signature and looked towards him. He was at level 3 and was busy defending himself against about a dozen or more robots. Vegeta saw that he was being watched and smirked; going into hyper-drive he started zooming around the room at lightning fast speeds, certain that Yamako couldn't follow him. Yamako remained perfectly still but followed her grandfather's every movement with her eyes; she mentally smirked, she was the only 1 (besides Goku and Gohan) who had retained the power to do so. Vegeta had learned the importance of speed during the Cell Games and for awhile thinking that he would never be as strong as Goku or Gohan he had begun focusing on his speed, and it wasn't long before he was able to run circles around the 2 of them. He had been superior in speed for almost 5 years before Goku and Gohan had increased their speed to match his while Vegeta managed to become as strong as Goku (Gohan was still stronger than the both of them). But Yamako had an advantage that no 1 else possessed. She was not only a descendant from Vegeta's royal bloodline, a Saiyan elite, but she was also a descendant of Goku's; and unlike her sister she had inherited the Saiyan warrior genes from both her parents, along with the warrior genes that hadn't been expressed within any of them for hundreds of years. Yamako was a true Saiyan, the ultimate warrior, and even though she wasn't a pure-blood she was still a Saiyan princess and proud of it.

Vegeta glanced over at Yamako in order to see her reaction to his speed; noticing this Yamako instantly closed her eyes, she didn't want Vegeta to see her watching him. Although she could follow him with a fair amount of ease she wasn't about to tell him that, doing so would end up with her getting beaten to bloody pulp if not killed. She mentally sighed, at least she had something in common with 1 of her family members; the desire to train constantly flowed through her in much of the same way it flowed through Vegeta, but she had a secret reason for the desire as well, she was not just a Super Saiyan, but a Super Saiyan 2. She had become 1 when she was 6 years-old, 5 years younger than Gohan was when he obtained it and the youngest ever to do so, the feel of that power made her desire to prove herself to her parents and grandparents grow and she wasn't going to stop until she was as strong and fast as them. Meanwhile Vegeta seemed satisfied with his showing off and he quickly landed in front of Yamako, whose anger had greatly dwindled.

"So Brat what brings you here?" Vegeta huffed.

"Same as you. I need some way of channeling this energy that won't end up with me getting beat down and lectured. Besides I'm bored and I need to train." Yamako stated getting into a fighting position.

Vegeta smirked; Yamako was the only person who would willingly volunteer to spar with him now that Pan was too concerned with being a good/healthy mother to go through Vegeta's beatings on a regular basis (though she still trained very hard).

"Very well." he stated also taking a fighting position.

The 2 began their sparring session but Yamako's mind wasn't paying attention to it at all. Her mind raced over the words of her younger sister. Jasumin was right; she did have someone who was willing to put up with her. Yamako had no 1 her own age that was willing to do that. Piccolo was the closest person to fit that description but the difference in species, age, and the fact that he was 1 of her families' long time friends made the understanding and friendship between them different then the 1 she was searching for, and could result in awkwardness between them. Luckily her Saiyan instincts controlled her body enough to prevent her from getting seriously distracted and pummeled. Vegeta, sensing that Yamako's mind wasn't focused where it should be, held back over half of his power, this wasn't like the girl and he was going to get more answers from her if she was conscious than if she was out cold. Vegeta had had enough of this game and after kicking Yamako against the wall he landed in front of her and powered down completely. The sudden decrease in his ki jarred Yamako out of her thoughts; it wasn't like him to back down like this especially when he had an obvious advantage over his opponent and Yamako stared at him in disbelief and curiosity.

"Alright what is it? You're not focusing on this match! Your mind is anywhere but here! What's going on?" Vegeta snapped, upset at the fact that she had interrupted him to spar and now she wasn't taking it seriously.

"Nothing Grandpa Vegeta." Yamako sighed. "Listen…I've had enough training…call it a night?" she asked not caring what the answer was; she was still going to leave no matter what the answer.

Vegeta looked at Yamako, she almost never asked permission to do anything and especially not from him. Yamako took orders from no 1 except her parents and even they had to threaten her. He knew his granddaughter way too well not to see that no matter what he said she was still going to leave, even if that meant calling Bulma in there to give him an ear full. Not wanting his ears to ring for the next month he let her go. She was too distracted at that time to be a good sparring partner anyway. Vegeta waved her out.

"See you tomorrow Grandpa Vegeta." Yamako stated as she left the room.

Vegeta said nothing but simply returned to his training. Yamako instantly adapted to the normal gravity outside and went back into Capsule Corp., aimlessly walking the halls. They were all a blur to her as she pondered over the many questions that plagued her mind.

Why am I here? What's the point…of…everything; of me being here if I'm not important to anyone? Why can't I have something like what Jaz and Kaz have? What makes me so special…or…different from everyone else? Yamako thought as she wandered the halls of Capsule Corp. for nearly 3 hours.

Soon Yamako found herself in the basement of Capsule Corp. and at a dead end. For the first time in her life Yamako wasn't able to come up with a single answer to her problems and she showed her frustration by punching a wall. To her surprise it fell backwards into a room. Curious about this "secret" room she entered, quickly finding the light switch and turning it on. Yamako looked around the room with awe, it was filled with old prototype inventions and outdated equipment. The thing that surprised her most about this room was that she didn't know about it. As the future president of Capsule Corp. her father had showed her every room in the building and made her know their purposes. The fact that he had never shown it to her suggested that either he too didn't know about it or that he was trying to hide it from her. Letting her curiosity run wide she began to explore this room that appeared to be an old lab. Passing by a table Yamako noticed an old photo album sitting next to some blueprints. Glancing over the blueprints she noticed that they seemed to be the designs for some kind of android. Pushing the blueprints aside she picked up the photo album, dusting it off she opened it carefully.

It was really old; it had a picture of her father when he was just a baby in it as well as pictures of Gohan when he was only 10. Turning the page Yamako gasped as she saw a picture of her father when he was around her age standing behind her grandmother, but that wasn't the surprising part. It was the fact that her grandmother was holding her father when he was a BABY! Her baby father was in a picture with her 18 year-old father at the SAME TIME! How was that possible? Yamako just couldn't stop staring at the picture and then the answer hit her. The older version of her father must have been the guy who came back from that alternate timeline to warn Goku. She remembered her grandpa Gohan and the other Z-Fighters who were around then tell her stories about him when she was younger. She had always thought that those stories were just that…STORIES! She never really believed them and she thought they were made up just to entertain her when she was little. But now she knew that they were true. The picture of her 2 fathers together was the proof. This Trunks had grown up in a world full of perils and sorrow, with no 1 to understand him. She felt like that a lot of the time too; over there he had a purpose, to protect the people of his world. She knew that if she could help him beat the androids then her life would finally have some meaning. Besides she wanted to meet him, he was like her…alone, she without a friend to understand her and him without another Saiyan to understand him. She wanted to have the chance to thank him for coming back in time even though it didn't help his world; if it wasn't for him she wouldn't even exist, he had saved her father when he was a baby and because of him Gohan and Videl had been able to have her mother. She needed to find some meaning in her life and this was the only way to do it. Her mind made up she quickly looked around the room, finding a large covered object. Walking over she pulled the cover off of it revealing a Time Machine (the 1 Cell had used). Yamako somehow just knew what it was and she quickly inspected it. The hole in the canopy prevented any plan of salvaging it to fix up and ride. But the computer system and programming was in perfect condition. Removing the memory chip and the computer files she quickly downloaded them into her laptop. Once she had all the information in her laptop she began the construction and programming of a new Time Machine.

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