Hidden Memories

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball/Z/GT. Or the characters. Like all fan-antics, I just make up my own imaginary world based off Akira Toriyama's world and characters. I have no imagination to write any disclaimers so they will all be the same. So nyah. I just want to write...*sniff sniff*

Chapter 1:

This is rather strange for me. Really, even the thought of writing down what had happened to me in some book of blank pages, easily to be read by anyone, seems ridiculous to me. But I have already wrote down these words, so why not? Yes, there has been a lot that has happen to be recorded down in ink in this book. Buruma-san calls this a diary, which I think doesn't seem like a good choice of a word for this object. This is a book after all, right? I still laugh at this thought, but Buruma-san was right for one thing. It does keep me busy. So, I will write in here, just to make her happy. I sure as hell don't want to see her disappointed already.

Buruma has been through enough, but then again so have I. For the past three years I have lived with both her and her son, Torankusu. They explained their story to me. Their losses, their pain and opened up their home for me. And there we stayed together, to witness the same tragedies and watched from the Capsule Corporation, or what is left of it, at the destruction that was caused by the Jinzouningens. Machines created by a mad man, from what Buruma had said. He created them in hopes of destroying her loyal friend, a man worth calling a savior, from the Earth. Every time she would speak of him, she would looked to the sky and speak in large amount of words of how much she missed him, and wanted him back. Also, the gods were cruel for taking him from them all. She would become silent and excuse herself to shed tears for her lost comrades, and lock herself in her room for hours. Son Gokou.....he must of been a great man.

Son Gohan.

Yes, related to that of the great Son Gokou-sama. The son of the late savior. And I find is the exact opposite of his father. I have found a disliking of him, over the past two years. Despite the loss of my memories before even staying here at the Capsule Corporation, I have many of him. Many from when I was in a younger form than I am now. Memories when he and I....Well, you probably get the point. I can't even speak nor think of it or I will get sick with shame. It's only ironic that Buruma had invited him in her house as well, when he returned from the depths of hell. She always return a response of my complaining, that he had no father and no mother, and he had nothing, and that she was practically family to him. Plus, Torankusu looked up to him as an older brother. I would look at that lavender-haired child, nay not child no more, man and wonder why. Gohan had left him, as well, and he still accept him as a brother and continue on like nothing ever happens.

Thoughts like this, gets me to thinking about myself. Mostly the memories that flash back in my mind of Gohan and I, stir up my thoughts, of why I am even here. With no memories of whom I was before I came here three years ago. Did I have a much more horrible life, than I do now? For having me come here. Was there peace, and happiness from where I used to live? Did I have a family? Friends?

I have gone through so much in my three year life that I either want to go back to my hidden past, or end it right here and now. But the thought of Buruma-san, my Kaa-san, weeping once more sends stings of pain through my chest, leaving me confused with my new found emotions.

This book, I must share my secrets and my thoughts within, on the request of Buruma-san. I confide in you these unreadable words, and keep them safe from wandering eyes.

This is now the property of my possession.

Satan, Biideru.

***

The pen soon fell out of the milky, white hands of the owner to the spot next to ebony bound book, bouncing till it settled to no movement at all. The same hand that once held the pen was raised to its pale face. Sparkling orbs of a sapphire blue peered wearingly with sleep. The rose colored lips parted and gave a short sigh of feminity. A troubled look appeared upon the gentle creatures face; her bottom lip was sucked into her mouth and bitten down on. Maybe she should throw the book away now. To keep it from curious eyes, which turn her words into something to be put against her? She only meant to write about how incredibly ridiculous of keeping a 'diary' was. But now she had written too much and it was too late. She respected Buruma, and referred to her as Kaa-san. That's what Buruma was to her. A mother.

She sighed once again, letting it out more loudly than the one before. With the last of her breath and passed by her lips, she pushed herself back and slowly fell on the bed she was sitting, to lay on her back. Putting her vision to what was the ceiling. The room was poorly painted, but she shouldn't be choosey. It was just depressing to look at the soft, creamy white that was painted on the ceiling. Who said that white was a cheery color?

She felt like a kid, after thinking of why she was in her room in the first place. She brushed the soft tresses of ebony from her face as she continued her icy gaze on the ceiling. Buruma had sent her up here, because of how she had treated Son Gohan. Engaging in another fight with him over something so stupid. She didn't even recall what she was fighting over any more. This sent a smirk to graze upon her lips. It was so easy to get Gohan mad. She was merely paying him back in small tabs, for what he had done to her. Their fights were daily, usually having Torankusu being the audience and sometimes the cause of it. She chuckled lightly as she remembered the exact events. Buruma soon stormed from the stairs of the basement, which held her lab, and started shouting at both of them. Explaining that they were both childish, and usually shouted towards something nothing in particular of how she got to be put in the position of babysitter of raising two teenagers and a grown man. She sent Gohan to train Torankusu and sent Biideru to her room.

Buruma had set Biideru on the bed, and sat directly next to her handing her the small black book. Explaining that there was something much better than ticking off of the son of Gokou-sama. That it had to stop and maybe writing down her troubles in the book would maybe calm her down. Biideru simply stared at her with confusion, but nodded anyway. She ended up staring at the book for two hours until finally writing down more than she had wanted.

She dug her fingers into the short, ebony spikes of her hair as she gave a small grunt. Silence had consumed the small room for way to long. She longed for any type of noise, even the annoying voice of Gohan would be better than this agonizing silence she was being put through. She pulled herself up after fighting with self whether or not she should leave, and continued to her was placed upon her feet. She walked out the door and continued down the hall 'till she hit the main room, that most of them spent their time.

As she figured it was empty. She predicted that Buruma was probably tinkering down in her lab room, while Torankusu and Gohan were training in what Buruma had called a gravity room. She slightly impressed with the gravity room. Buruma seriously was a genius. She had stated her idea for it was because of her late husband, Bejiita. How he had always demanded it from her, to increase his fighting ability. She sadly built it after his death which was untouched until Torankusu was old enough to use it.

***

In all elegance, she strode up the stairs, taking her sweet time as her thoughts began to pour through her mind for new ideas. She had enough to think about already, that it was starting to give her a headache. Hours on end, staring blankly onto a computer screen, and working her feeble hands to the bone. But she didn't mind the work, yet she wanted it. To keep her mind of the depressing madness that was soon to follow her if she took absence of her work. She would let her thoughts lead on to think of what had happen in the past eighteen years. She detested every moment that she had caught herself alone and soon found that she would literally run for the lab entrance for a way out of reality. She didn't want to go back to the real world, although it would hit her as soon as she woke up from her perfect dreams, and smack right back into the troubles of the world. She sighed, reminding herself that each day she lived; she was going to get strong, not just physically but mentally. Swiping a few aqua strands, that had escaped from the hold a ribbon it was held from, Buruma had made her way through the lab entrance on top of the flight of stairs.

Oh Kami was she feeling her age now as she glanced around the room that she was lead through with tired drawn, aqua orbs. She had felt her skin get heavier with each passing second, as silent thoughts of getting rid of herself filled her mind, as the grim daylight shone through the cracked windows. Why did the gods curse her to live the life such as this? Not only did they take the only man she had ever loved, and another who was a brother to her through out her whole life, but they left her to rot away on this dying planet. To only pray for an extra day on the near dying planet, to see her son grow up. Torankusu. He was about the only reason for her survival.

She couldn't help but to chuckle lightly as she thought of the habitants of the Capsule Corp. Son Gohan and Biideru. They were practically her children, as well. But oh Kami, were they a handful. She never experienced such hatred in two people ever in her long life. They were, however, quite amusing if she would stay back and actually listen to their squabbles. She would sometimes find herself doing that, doubling over in laughter as tears soon came to fill her eyes, to find out that they were near each others throats and she would have to end her fun and break up the fight. She could never find out what the cause of some of the arguments was, or why they had such a disliking to each other after two years of living with each other.

Biideru was a special case. Such an odd girl. Buruma, never quite figured her out. She was, and still is, so very quite when the four of them would get together to discuss the matters in hand. Or even in a warm conversation to keep their minds off of something else. This timid ness would soon shatter as soon as Gohan-kun would provoke her.

She gave a deep sigh of frustration and her thoughts were lead back to their fights. This is how she came so tense in the first place. Her age was beginning to show from the aggravation she was put through to handle those two. And it was simply ridiculous that one was seventeen and the other was in his late twenties. They would bicker at each like they were four years of age.

She kept her steps in a rhythmical pattern, as she kept walking towards the kitchen. Keeping her eyes on the floor beneath her for any up coming obstacles in her path, she could never know what was lying around any more with two teenagers and slightly disturbed man. Having her arms crossed just under her chest as she cursed deep in thought.

She remembered slightly well, what had happen just only hours ago. One of Biideru and Gohan's fights had erupted near the gravity room. Sighing, she rolled her eyes and she made her back over to where she had just walked over from, to save the older man. She was never highly worried that Biideru would ever get hurt; she was mostly concerned what she would do to him.

She appeared on the scene, hands on her hips, in a concerned mother type way looking over to bickering couple.

She smirked as she broke her concentration. She always called them a couple. After the way they had treated each other in such a manner. If they have so much anger to be let out, they must be secretly in love with each other, which were her thoughts.

As predicted, Biideru, despite her height, was trying to tower over the six foot demi-saiyajin. Speaking more than her little heart out, as her mouth had gotten wider as long lengthy curses strolled out of her mouth. Gohan just glare with extreme hate and frustration as he was spat on by the younger girl, happily taking her comments and anxiously waiting for his turn to return the favor. Her eyes gazed over to her son, who happened to be leaning against the gravity room, arms crossed with an amused smirk plastered on his lips. She gasped as she found that he was taking on Bejiita's looks everyday. Now mastering the Saiya-jin Prince's trademark smirk.

Buruma jolted from her position as she wasn't quite ready for the sound that had taken place. A harsh and violent slapping sound took over the silence that was in the room for only seconds, which made Buruma bite down on her lip as she redirected her vision to the once arguing couple. Sure enough, Gohan had his face turned, and a small imprint of a hand had made its way to show clearly across his face. It seemed that Gohan had, had his turn in the verbal fight and disserved what he had coming. But Buruma had never thought that Biideru would actually take all her anger out on Gohan-kun in one action. Her worriment was overreacted, however, since Gohan could probably not feel it, since Biideru was basically allot weaker than him.

Buruma, hesitated to react to anything, and stood there to see what Gohan would do. She instantly glanced to Torankusu, who seemed to be off his guard, as well, from the little action and was now on his toes, ready to hold Gohan back from doing anything towards the small girl.

Gohan didn't react to what Buruma had thought he would. He soon redirected his back to face Biideru, probably to provoke her more. What she saw almost made her jump out of her skin. From the look on Biideru's face she knew that she wasn't expecting this at all either. Gohan had always been the shy yet intelligent boy, Buruma had remembered. Over the years she would notice the change in his emotions as things had gotten worse after his father had passed on. His emotions were more openly and readable on his face, and some of looks she had caught would even terrify her from the pain she saw in them.

Now, now it seems she was seeing a whole different side of Son Gohan. One, probably that was new to him as well. What she saw was what she rarely ever saw in the small boy during their little adventure on Namek. Confidence, strength, courage, all swirled into his eyes as he glared towards the small being in front of him. A smirk grazed his lips, which would of have made Bejiita proud, as he towered over the 5'6" girl, obviously catching her off guard with his new found mood. Shocked was an understatement for what Buruma was experiencing, as a chill came over her just watching the two going at a five minute staring contest. Torankusu also caught off guard and was just a couple more steps to Biideru's aid.

She snapped out of her daze, with an innocent blink leading her out to the real thing, stepping towards the disgruntled older man. It seemed that her action had also started up courage in Torankusu to move as well. She even remembered talking to Son Gohan, so calmly. As Biideru had only glared at her for interfering with her fight. That's when she had scolded both of them, and sent Biideru to her room with the black book to keep her busy and out of her hair.

"I am getting to old for this." She stressed as she brought her aged hand to her soft tendrils of aqua blue, and sweeping her fingers through them. She spoke to no one but to herself, trying to convince herself that she was. Near her fifties and taking care of three children, which two of them happen to be part Saiya-jins. She then lifted her eyes to the ceiling as she pretended that Son Gokou was there, and cursing towards him that it was partially his fault. Adding another comment of her own to her late mate, Bejiita.

"They certainly will be the death of me, if the Jinzouningens don't get to me first." She silently said to herself, as she returned her gaze in front of her. Gladly making her way to the kitchen, thinking that her two boys would be aching with hunger as soon as they were done beating the living snot out of each other.

***

Deep in thought, she just stood there in the middle of the living room space. Mentally floating to the void of her puzzling mind. Staring off at nothing in particular as she collected her thoughts together. She made her way out of her almost meditating form, when she heard soft whispers from someone feminine just across in the other room. Of course, it was Buruma. Thank Kami she had finally come out of her 'lair' to finally see the actual world instead of locking herself in there for days again. Curious, about who she was talking to, she moved her stiff body to the door way to the attached room.

She blinked when nobody else was accompanied her in the room, and she happened to be talking to herself. No, ghosts. Ghosts from her past. This made Biideru sigh, really wishing that Buruma would let go of her past and just move on and take life how it is. It's not like things will get any better. Although, she might be right, Biideru had thought to herself. But then again Buruma was the only one that thought that way, and had rubbed it off on Torankusu. Like it was a way to frustrate the hell out of Biideru at all their optimism. She would then point out one of the windows to the dreary, half-alive world outside...and ask both of them whom seemed to starke with amazement at her, speaking up, 'How could anything be better...when the world is like this? When the people have been reduced to live in capsules under the soil, just waiting for their deaths.'

She would usually be timid about that subject. Mostly because she had no past of her own, other than the memories of the past three years she had here at the Capsule Corps.

Her thoughts were once again disturbed by the footsteps that echoed through the empty room she was peeking in, from Buruma. She blinked to get her head clear for a moment.

Maybe Buruma just needs somebody. She never did talk about Torankusu's father at all. Never mentioned that there was a man that should be called Torankusu's father. For all she knew, Torankusu could be one of Buruma's crazy experiments she has going on in the lab. She smirked at the thought of that. Almost making her laugh at the idea of Torankusu, being a test tube baby. She would question Torankusu later about that.

She soon found her feet leading towards the back door. A lump in her throat as she stepped closer towards the Gravity Room. She could hear the low whirring noise that it made, only when in use. She had always dreamt about wondering what it was like to train in there. She did train outside though. She had convinced Torankusu to train her, like Gohan had trained him. Fascinated by the art of fighting, also in awe of how the two older warriors had fought. Also what convinced him more is that she always had the energy to fight and also caught of glimpse of this from a hassle from a strange man that wanted more than Biideru had expected. Let's just say the man wasn't going walk after something like that. She beamed with superiority after convincing the lavender-haired boy to teach her more fighting techniques. Also convincing Biideru to promise not to go out of hand and believe she could take the Jinzouningens out on her own. Now nick-named the Jinzou.

She felt her heart stop as soon as the noise had quieted down to nothing but silence, leaving Biideru to listen to her quickened breathing. She was acting like this, solely because of Son Gohan. As she had explained before, the mere sight of him caused great anger inside of her. Fearing she would go out of control one day, and actually attack him with the moves she was taught by the younger demi-Saiya-jin and make him mad enough to attack her.

She gathered enough courage to cross her arms, in a taunting way, leaving them just below her chest as she heard the 'clank' of the door from the outside. Giving a long breath before they had heard her, to clear her head as she came face to face with the troubled teen that was only a year older than her, looked at her with wonderment and fear for her. Just seconds after, the scowling Gohan had appeared from out of the darkness of the training room and then looking upon Biideru with a small sign of shock, till it returned to his same scowl.

"Biideru..?" They both chorused...while she only stood there, with a renowned smirk on her face just to taunt both of them.

"Yes?" She simply asked, just to play with Gohan's mind, as Torankusu tried to warn her with a simple cock of his lavender eyebrow, making Biideru almost lose her face and giggle.

***

Author's Notes: Yes, that seems to be all that there is for now....Something to do with my laziness I guess. Hmm...it is longer than my other story. That's because I favor this story more than the other. I actually had help with the plot. It is mostly a co-joined story with my Leo-kun. ^-^ *huggles Corey*. It is based off of a rp we did and since we liked it, we had an idea of making a fan-fic out of it. He is my muse. He gives me ideas, I do the writing. I need criticism of any kind. Review now! Pwease? ^-^

~Fear the Umbrella~