She was a slender wraith of a thing, no more to her than thistledown. Her older brothers and sisters cared for nothing but sparring and hunting, but young Deana didn't like messing up the pretty dresses her family's servant made for her. She spent more time at his little cottage than she did with her parents and siblings.

This morning, she was going to get some dresses mended. Her younger brother had turned his puppy loose in her room, and the animal had made a mess of her favorite dress and damaged several others. She knocked politely.

"Hi Deana." The large bundle of material in Deana's hands caught his eye. "What's that?"

She proceeded with her rendition of what had happened to her pretty dresses. Goku took them over to his sewing corner to salvage what he could.

"Kakarot."

Two pairs of eyes swung toward the door. Vegeta allowed them a moment to take in his appearance. "Uh, Vegeta?"

Vegeta stared at the other a moment, taking in the dresses in his lap, the hand that was pressed to the hip. "Outside."

Goku laid the dresses carefully aside, and rose slowly. His progress across the room was slower than usual as he attempted to hide his limp again. He followed Vegeta out the door, and to the gate that separated the two houses. "What is it?"

One lightening fast move, and Goku slumped at Vegeta's feet, both hands pressed to where Vegeta had kicked his bad leg. "Shut-up, clown. I will tell you when to speak." Vegeta stared down at Goku. "You are weak. Worthless as a warrior."

Goku bowed his head, too dizzy with the pain to really understand what Vegeta was saying. Broken… his leg was broken. He stifled a cry of pain when Vegeta kicked him again. "Unfortunately, my children need mates. You are the only male available not directly related. You will mate with my daughters and my granddaughters."

That penetrated the pain-haze. Goku's head snapped up, his mouth dropping open in astonishment. Vegeta smacked him casually, smashing him into the dirt and jarring the broken leg. He whimpered, a tiny tendril of sound. Vegeta kicked his side, lifting him several feet to crash back against unforgiving earth. "You will do this."

Vegeta turned on his heel, leaving the battered Saiyan in the dirt. Goku gasped, trying to regain his breath and his wits. Vegeta could not have been serious. He pulled himself slowly to a sitting position, tried to tell how much damage Vegeta's attack had done. It was only when Mitzu pushed him back down that he realized that Vegeta had not been joking.

He was in his own bed when he finally woke, his broken bones splinted. Pain lanced through his body when he tried to move, provoking an involuntary groan.

"You're awake!" Deana exclaimed.

He couldn't seem to focus on her, and finally gave up. "How did I get here?"

"Oh, Mitzu brought you. You didn't fair very well in the latest training session."

Grey fog. He fought it, managing to clear his mind enough to realize what she was, if not who she was. "Get away! Stay away from me!"

Deana rocked backward in shock at the sheer terror in his voice. "What is wrong, Kakarot?"

"Stay away, stay away…" His voice faded with his mind, and he lapsed back into unconsciousness.

No one near. He forced himself up, ignoring the pain of cracked and broken ribs, leg, and wrist. Through the pain, he gathered his energy, levitating himself carefully off the bed into a semi-upright position. Blood flowed from the lip he bit through to keep from crying out.

He raised two fingers to his forehead, searching his memory for the feel of the place he wanted. He found it, matched it, and vanished. Goku looked around him, the overgrown grass, the ivy climbing over and through broken walls. He saw a place that would serve him as a shelter while he healed, and quickly concealed himself, dropping his chi as low as he dared.

Pain was his only constant. His vision faded in and out, his bouts of awareness were even more spotty. It didn't matter if he could see or not, or if he was waking or going to sleep, he hurt. Goku moved as little as he possibly could, in fact, he moved only when the spot he was lying in was too disgusting to take anymore. He ate whatever was within his reach, usually grass or leaves, sometimes a bug, once or twice a mouse. He paid no particular attention to anything except hiding himself from casual view.

It never occurred to him to realize that the smell would give him away.

Deana stared in consternation at the filthy, noisome thing lying in a pool of its own excrement. This couldn't be Kakarot! But it couldn't be anyone else - there was no one else. She picked her way carefully around the mess to crouch daintily by his head. "Kakarot?"

Dark eyes blazed at her momentarily, then closed again. She touched one finger very carefully against his forehead, trying not to get any ick on her. He burned, she frowned. "This isn't right, Kakarot. You're all icky, and hot."

"Leave me… alone."

She moved away, hurt and confused. Kakarot had always enjoyed her visits. What had happened that he would consider her a threat? He had been so scared of her earlier, and even now, still was. What had happened to him? Deana sat back, considering. She wasn't stupid, after all. She should be able to figure it out. It has to have something to do with Daddy's visit, or the training. Funny, Daddy didn't tell me there would be a training session with Kakarot, and usually he does, since I will train with him. And it was all girls. Daddy never does that.

Her mind spun, piecing the bits together. A fragment of memory, an overheard conversation. Her eyes widened in horror. "Oh, Kakarot!" She dropped her own chi as low as his, and proceeded to drag his unwilling self from hiding. Her first act after getting him out of the hole he'd been in was to drop him in the creek.

"Stop fighting me, Kakarot! You reek. The girls will find you easily if I don't get the stench off!" The spirit to fight vanished as suddenly as it had come. She scrubbed and scrubbed at him, cleansing him of things she didn't even want to think about. "If you were trying to hide, you didn't do a very good job," she complained as she worked the muck out of his hair. "Daddy sent me here. He said it was the most likely spot."

"Can't stay." His eyes were dark with suppressed fear, bright with fever.

"No, of course not. I'm eleven, not stupid." She shoved him underwater, mussed his hair, and dragged him back up. "That does it. You don't stink nearly as bad now. Your clothes, on the other hand, have to go."

"No!" He got as far as the shore before passing out. The girl drug him onto the bank. She had to hide him, someplace where her father and sisters, and her mother, couldn't find him. Her brothers probably wouldn't care, but well… it wasn't like she knew anything about this planet! This was the first time she'd been so far from home in her life.

Deana sighed, looking down at the naked form at her feet. What was she to do with him? She hadn't lied about his clothes, they were beyond revolting. A tiny blast of chi, and they were ash. So, where does one hide a naked, sick, broken Saiyan? One who was still keeping his chi suppressed? A glimmer of mischief lit her eyes. She knelt next to him, raising two fingers to her forehead. "I knew badgering you to teach me this would come in handy."

Deana drug him into the shower. Warm water was soon cascading over Goku's form, the girl sudsing him since he still stank. "You were right where Daddy thought you would be, too. Hiding, and afraid of me. Why would you be afraid of me, Kakarot? Is it because I was right?

"But why didn't Daddy try to make me do it?" She was drying the man by then, rubbing furiously at his mass of hair to get the water out. Deana checked over his injuries, pleased that in spite of the noisome, disgusting circumstances she'd found him in, he'd healed fairly well. She bandaged what wounds hadn't healed. "Now, that takes care of that. What do we do now? I won't let them do this again, Kakarot! I won't."

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And here is where writer's block kicked in. so, I will post version 2, all on it's ownsome, since it's just that much different, and think about what to have Deana do with Goku. Suggestions are welcomed.