Ok...Well, so far I haven't gotten a review, but I am still hoping! After all, reviews are a writer's mana, ambrosia, Mountain Dew... you get the picture.

I hope.

Oh, and I don't own DBZ or Anime or any other animated stuff. Also, I don't own Mt. Dew.

I love Mt. Dew!

I do own my own charecters, places, and references to other things not in the series like Kaji, Soukai, and Zenin-Banrai.

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When we arrived at our destination (Capsule Corp.) I was surprised. On TV it looked big, but in real life it was HUGE! The main dome alone was easily the size of a covered football stadium. It was surrounded by numerous smaller domes, towers, and other buildings of various sizes and shapes. Apparently they had rebuilt the entire complex after Buu so that it was a small city in itself. What was even more astounding was the integration of plants and wild land throughout the Capsule Corp City (otherwise called Ci-Ci City). Small forests, lakes, a river and some streams, even a grassy plain near the center. It was so spread out it seemed they were just some separate buildings in a wilderness.

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I paused, dumbfounded, as I took in the scene. It was beautiful! Apparently this pleased the girls, but definitely not Vegeta because he barked out: "Stop gawking, boy! Get down here!". I looked down and saw him at the entrance to a smaller dome right off the main building. He looked as impatient as he sounded. Swallowing, I landed (instinctually it appears) before him. He looked over my shoulder where the girls had landed. "Brats, go spar in the gravity room for two hours since our session was interrupted.", he said giving me a small glare, "Then you are free for the rest of day." Turning back to me once again: "You, boy, will come with me to see the Woman, then we will spar." I went cold at those last words, though I managed not to show my dismay.

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"Daddy, he just got here, at least give him 'till tomorrow before you pound him.", Bra wheedled. Vegeta just glared harder at me. "Besides, I thought you were going to spar with Trunks and Goten today since they got back from Zennin-Banrei with Soukai and their kids?", she added. This seemed to get Vegeta's attention. "Very well Brat," he turned his glare down a tad, "but tomorrow we will see what you are made of boy." He turned on his heels and strode inside. I gave Bra a grateful glace and told them I'd see them later, before following the Sayajin Prince inside. I had no idea how to fight, except minor self-defense training. Vegeta would kill me! Hopefully I had the rest of the day to find some way out of it.

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I followed Vegeta through a lab complex to a room obviously used as a test site for noxious chemicals. Obvious because Bulma was currently doing some testing at the time. She and her assistant were in protective suits using Waldos (machines like hands used to manipulate objects in a hazardous environment) to drip small amounts of a blue liquid on a metal plate. The liquid thickened into a white-blue goo as it sank through the plate before hardening into a white solid substance. Cool. Vegeta waited for them to finish before speaking.

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"Woman!", he barked to get her attention. She turned with an expression of anger, clearly ready for a fight, before catching sight of me. "Oh, Vegeta, who's this?" she asked politely. Then she saw my tail around my waist, the only thing I can think of calling the sound she made was: Eeeep! "Yes, Woman, he is Sayajin. He seems fairly… Peaceful," I could hear the disgust in his voice at that word, "so don't embarrass me with your antics." At this the angry expression appeared again, "Antics!?! Embarrass you?!? Who's the one who got drunk on Pinapple Juice and tried to fight Goku in his boxers in the middle of the day at the mall?!?", she screeched, apparently forgetting I was even there. And when I say screeched, I mean it! I couldn't help but wince.

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(My story, in this pinapple juice has that effect on sayajins. It has relevance on another story.)

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This drew her attention back to me, so before Vegeta could retort she was apologizing to me. "I'm sorry dear, I sometimes forget how sensitive sayajin hearing can be." Somehow I doubt she forgets anything, but I wasn't about to say that. "My name is Bulma and I am this oaf's mate. I apologize for our rudeness." I got the feeling that she was referring to Vegeta somehow more than herself. I decided to treat her with respect as well. Maybe she could help me get out of sparring with (being killed by) Vegeta. Plus, compliments couldn't hurt, "No apologies necessary. My name is Kaji, dear lady. I presume you are a genius from your experimenting, as well as being incredibly beautiful? Vegeta is a very lucky man." A little thick, but true. Besides, I had no experience with complimenting women.

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Next to me Vegeta's smirk replaced most of his glare, while Bulma smiled. "Yes, I am a genius. I own and operate most of Capsule Corp and am responsible for most of earth's current technology." I was surprised, I knew she had invented a lot, but most of the technology on earth? Her smile increased at my look of surprise. "Oh, I didn't invent everything! Though I improve on anything I don't. Mostly I improve on what we have or adapt the alien technology we acquire for our own use." She dissembled. Though that still was incredibly impressive. I vowed to learn as much from her as I could, both because it would be awesome in itself and because if I ever returned to my dimension It would prove invaluable.

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"Stop bragging Woman! There are more important things at hand. A sayajin suddenly appears on earth and all you can think of is boosting your already inflated ego.", Vegeta cut in. "My ego isn't half as big as your own Vegeta! And at least mine is justified!", she snapped back before turning back to me once more. "So how did you get here?", "If we knew that Woman, I wouldn't have brought him to you!", he cut in again. Bulma growled and shot a death glare of her own at her mate. "Out!", Bulma angrily ordered, "There is no way I am going to get anything done with you here. Go eat or something!" He hmfed and stomped out of the lab muttering about demanding Onnas.

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(I use Japanese words like they were english unless I specifically say otherwise)

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Meanwhile, her lab assistant had ignored the situation and had taken care of putting their experiment away. He had worked with Mrs. Vegeta-Briefs long enough to see that they wouldn't be getting anything else done today. Then, after Vegeta left, he quietly slipped out of the room. He would let the staff know that they had another guest before heading home himself.

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"Baka," Bulma muttered after her husband. "So you have no idea how you got here? Why don't you tell me all you can remember before you found yourself on our world?", she suggested. Great the moment of truth. "Ah Bulma, do you have a soundproof room we could talk in? It's somewhat embarrassing." hopefully that way no sayajins with super hearing could listen in. I wanted as few people knowing my secrets as possible. Especially because of how weird they were. "Of course, and I won't tell anyone anything you don't want me to." she promised and smiled. Then she led me out the door and down a few halls to a small inner chamber. She shut the door behind me and I instantly noticed the silence.

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The reprieve from sound was welcome, until then I hadn't noticed how sensitive my hearing had really become. I sighed and she gave me a knowing smile. We sat down opposite each other at a table in the center of the room. I struggled to think where to start. "Before I begin, I ask that no matter what I tell you, you will try not to freak out and not interrupt me. I am going to have a hard time explaining as it is." "Of course, I promise." she easily replied. Taking a deep breath I thought, here goes everything, before plunging into a brief summary of my past.

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"Well, first off I have to tell you that I am not what I seem, physically. Where I'm from there are no sayajins, to our knowledge there are no other aliens either. My world has never had contact with any life from other worlds. That is something that everyone only dreams about. They make movies, cartoons, books, TV shows you name it, but it's all fantasy." Ok that was simple enough, now things get harder, "One cartoon frequently on TV and loved by billions is a show called Dragonball Z." Bulma sat up straighter in her seat and looked like she wanted to interrupt, so I plowed on before she could, "On that show the big dilemmas of you and your friends lives are portrayed up to a point." Her eyes widened.

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"The sayajin saga where Radditz comes to earth to the first encounter with Vegeta.", her jaw dropped a bit, "The Namek saga from where you left earth to where Goku went Super and defeated Freeza," her jaw dropped more "The Cell saga from when future Trunks warning to him returning home after being wished back," she stared at me. I paused and gestured to her mouth, her jaw looked like it would come off anytime now. She closed it with an audible snap. "And finally the Buu saga from the time of the tournament to the finishing blow in the other-world. Also, that evil Buu was reborn as Ubb, but after that the series finished as far as I know. With me so far?", I asked. She mutely nodded so I continued.

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"I was hospitalized right after the season finally. If there was more I missed it. I'll come back to that in a minute. First, I should tell you a bit about me before that.", now for the first big revelation, "I am a person of fairly good morals, but I was seen as immoral for certain reasons. You see, I was not only attracted by members of the opposite sex, but also of my own. Is that seen as immoral here?", I had to ask. "Well, it's somewhat frowned upon, but not unacceptable. I mean, as long as there is love in a relationship that's all that matters.", she managed to reply. She still seemed stuck on the idea that her world was a popular TV cartoon series. Her answer relieved me of some of my worries.

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Now for the Big surprise, "Bulma, that's not all. I was not originally…that is, this isn't what my real body is like.", man this was so hard. I didn't want to just blurt it out. "Well if there are no sayajins then there are no crossbreeds, so I figured that it wasn't.", she replied. "That isn't exactly what I meant, you see… I wasn't male.", She just stared. Oh hell, now she's really going to think I'm a freak, "I mean, when I woke up I was freaked out! I was healthy, male, not human and in the middle of no where! I would have panicked, but it was just too weird to really believe. I guess I still haven't grasped it yet, but please don't freak I don't know if I could handle it.", I babbled and begged.

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"First off, what do you mean healthy? You mentioned being hospitalized.", she asked calmly, apparently she was not immune to my anxious looks pleading for understanding. "Well," I forced myself to calm down, "I was heading home from a job interview one afternoon, it was winter and the roads were really iced. It wasn't too far and I didn't trust my beat up little car to handle it so I had walked." I paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "There was this kid crossing the street at a stop sign and a truck coming up to it too fast. It slammed on it's brakes, but it hit a patch of black ice. I could tell it wouldn't stop in time so I dropped everything and ran as hard as I could for the kid." I had to pause again, it was hard remembering this.

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"I don't remember exactly what happened, except that I pushed the kid clear in time. I got hit instead, they tell me. Most every bone was broken, I lost almost too much blood, ligaments torn and lacerations galore. Internal bleeding gave me complications and one of my lungs was punctured by a rib. Head injuries kept me in a coma for three weeks. There was more, but I can't remember exactly what. I just know that the last few months were hell." She placed a consoling hand on my arm, but thankfully kept silent. God, even though I am free of it, the pain still haunts me. Worse was the feeling of helplessness I had endured.

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"Thanks. I had no family and the few friends I had made had moved away after high school. The only ones who I saw were the doctors and nurses. Once a senile old lady in a wheelchair came and chatted before she was found and taken back to her room.", I sighed, the loneliness had almost been worse than the helplessness. Almost. "Truthfully, whatever brought me here was a blessing". I waited for a response and prayed it would be one that was understanding. I had bared my soul and left it open to attack.

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"It must have been horrible. I have always had somebody, even if they were not there with me. I'm sorry, I can't say that I know what your going through, but I can say that you have a friend now. I may not know you too well, but I can tell that you are a good person. Fairly strong too, I don't know if I would have been able to handle what you have and are going through.", she said earnestly. She wouldn't have been able to handle it? Bulma, the woman who braved so much, who traveled to Namek, married Vegeta, who had at least two demi-sayajins, and has dealt with the same horrors as the Z team….Bulma thinks I am strong? She wants to be my friend? Just thinking that I wasn't alone helped, but knowing that Bulma thought I was strong made me feel that I was strong.

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I sat up straighter in my chair. I wasn't rejected, she cared, I can do this. "Bulma, all this has been hard for you to grasp, I know, but I don't think anyone else could. I can hardly grasp some of it. I was wondering, do you think we can come up with something believable to tell them instead? I'm not really comfortable with the idea of everyone…knowing my secrets as it were." Praying that she would understand I continued, "I would like to stay here, in this world. Telling everyone else would really complicate and maybe ruin some things for me. I don't know if I really want to stay male, but I know I have always dreamed of being sayajin. At least to be as strong and healthy physically as one. Please, I…I would really appreciate it if you helped me."

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She considered carefully, "It would probably be better off for everyone if the whole female-male aspect never came to light, at least until you decide what you truly want to be. I suppose I could help you whip up a believable outline, but you will have to take care of most of it. Remember, if you slip up and contradict yourself you'll be in it deep! As long as you are careful it should work." I could see the wheels in her head working already. I felt so relieved, she was with me on this. Alone I didn't think it would work, but with her on my side I had a pretty good chance. A good chance at pulling off the plausible past story and a good chance of making it in my dream world.

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