AN: Hello again. I believe you know me. If you don't go to my bio. Learn some about me, you'll then understand why I'm so freaking' odd. Speaking of odd; if you have any Lemon Juice, let me know. I'm fresh out. I NEED LEMON JUICE!! It's like . . .my energy, man! Oh yeah, this is a great story, give it time. Read on. If you didn't read the first chapter, then please do so you understand what's going on, and the language mix. I did intentionally add Japanese, but I did not intentionally try to offend anyone, if anyone is offended.

Disclaimer: Suru Nai Notsu (My translation sucks, don't kill me if It's spelled wrong)
In-Depth Summary: Pan went camping once at the age of seven with the boy scouts, without permission, and against the rules. When her uncle and his friend ran off, she followed. They knew she was following, when she got scared, they knew. They felt a very high ki briefly, then she and the high Ki were gone. Goten and Trunks would die a thousand deaths, litteraly, before they found her again. Eleven years, and the seven year old still hasn't shown up. When and if she returns, will she be good or evil? Or worse, will she remember her family, anymore?
Elai Jena was cursing when the Captain found her outside. She couldn't quite focus her Ki. The eighteen year old knew for certain she could do it. Problems often arose during her training, but usually the young woman overcame them. Elai was the type of girl who never let anything stop her from her destination. Just once, however, she had no chance. She couldn't find the saiyan power within her she was told about. She cursed again, took a deep breath, and tried once again to meet her destination. She never could do it. She remembered eleven years ago when they brought her here. Apparently they kidnapped many young girls that year. She was brainwashed and forgot her family, but remembered a purple haired boy. He plagued her dreams.

"That's good, Elai. Keep working at it and you'll get it." said the captain. He had a habit of appearing out of nowhere. It creeped many people out. She was not one of them. Elai blinked back the tears stinging her eyes. The pain was just way to intense for her. Even though she was training for eleven years, she'd never experienced this. Eventually, however, her hair finally turned golden. She powered down, and walked inside completely ignoring the Captain.

"Why is it he favors her? She's just a human. She'll never meet her goal, stupid import." Whispered Dena to Hayes. They were both born and raised on Denuva. The boys blinked when the Eighteen-year-old female walked in. Hayua spit at her shoes and walked away to the opposite corner.

"For your information, Hayua, and Deya, I just met my goal. If you can't don't mind me when I laugh at you. For your enjoyment, here's a preview. Hahaha!" She said walking over to the doorway. Elai was used to the boys envying her. It was common on this planet. She knew very well that she wasn't born here, but she also knew she was capable of meeting her goals. Quite often when she would go through transformation to super saiyan, she's see pictures of people she couldn't quite figure out. She knew she must have known one or more of them. She's got a picture of seven people that she seemed to have with her when she was planted here.

She pulled the picture out, traced the edges, and put it back into her shirt. According to the Denua's the warriors never cried. Even if a child or family member has died. The prince automatically prosecuted those who did. She blinked and looked back. She knew that Hayua and Deya were both brothers, and sixteen, but maybe she'd have a chance to fight them. They were only allowed to fight their age. Since she was the only female on the seventeen-eighteen range, she'd been disqualified. The men were not allowed to be shown up by girls.

"Hey, Elai!" Elai was lying on her bed reading a book when she heard her friend. She jumped up and hugged the twenty one year old. He hugged back and smiled. He'd been away for a year at war it made her wonder if she'd ever see him again. She knew it was foolish to think that way, but things happen at war that don't always stay at war. The boy smiled at her still and she tenderly touched a scar on his left cheek. He'd gotten it at war; surely, he'd never had it when he left.

"Zharia, I thought I'd never see you again! You'd been gone so long and I thought surely with what goes on at war I'd never see you alive! I've been in training and finally met my goal, ya know? And they still won't let me at war! Maybe they're scared I'll get killed or preggy. I dunno. Maybe it's just that they know I love someone and want to be here for their return! No--that's foolish. This is the land of fighters, not love and fluff. What a dreamer--" she was cut off in the middle of her ramble.

"You know, I'm the prince's son, I can plan something. You want to go to war?" asked Zharia.

"If I can. Where is the war at?" she asked brushing her hair behind her ears.

"Earth. You know, big sphere, 75 water, and low ecosystem. Rumored to be flat about ten light-years from here?"

"Yes, Zha, I know where that is. You were on earth for a year? How many warriors did we lose?"

"Eleven. Deya's father included." he answered solemnly bowing his head.

"Officer Hadrid died? But he was our only link--"

"I know, Elai, I know. I'll find another. Let me go talk to my father. I'll be back."

She was about to tell him no, but he had already left. She watched him leave, and began to pack. There was tight security around camp, but she had an idea. Something came to her in a dream. She remembered it from when she was four. She couldn't remember who taught it to her, but she remembered the move. She packed everything and capsulated it quickly leaving a note for Zharia. She then put two fingers to her forehead, focused, and vanished.

She stood outside the camp. She was in the deep woods. There was three ways from the deep woods, two of which lead to freedom, the other one lead to the hangars. She went to the hangars. Those, oddly enough, were unguarded. She went to the door trying to get in. After three minutes of pounding she was in. She went in, capsulated a jet and some fuel and left again. She ran to the field hearing the sirens. She saw Zharia and gasped.

"Elai, let me come with you. I told my dad I was escorting you to another planet for training. You have now or never, this is your only chance for escape. Let me help, Elai." He asked.

"Yes, help, please! I cannot get caught!!" she yelled.

He uncapsulized his jet and pulled her into it. They then took off the sirens never noticed and faded as they pulled from the atmosphere. They were home free. Or hoped so.

This all will fall into the story, but remember, it may not, knowing me. You never know. (--)-M. A. K. E. U. P.

(Maverick And Kitty Eternally United Press-M. A. K.E. U. P.)

PRONUNCIATION:

Elai Jena (E-Lay-A Ghen-A)

Hayua (Hay-You-Ah)

Deya (Day-Yah)

Zharia (Gh-Rey-Yah)

Hadrid (Had-Rid)