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Author/ess Notes

Ok, I still haven't gotten any votes. Well, I did, but it's a tie right now. Come on, out of 27 people who read chapter five, only 3 reviewed! I know I'm not one to talk, but still. People out there do happen to like my writing, and for those who do, I only discontinue a story when I have extreme writers block, or I don't get enough reviews. I know I sound like a jerk, but I really like this story, and I believe that if no one wants to read them, then I won't post any further chapters. It's not worth it to post my work if no one reads it. I also am writing in a different format, for those who do read my work.

Chapter 7: Session 1

There were many halls in the immense building known as Capsule Corporation. Especially to someone new to them. Elai, completely past her childish stage, had started to explore the halls. It was only fair. She'd been there for almost two months now. She wanted a quick escape rout, should she need to run quickly.

Zharia had finally talked her into staying. He found it crude that she'd been there for a reason only to lose sight of it right away. Even she was confused. Why was she here? Not alive, but why was she on earth? What was her purpose? She was afraid to even ask at this point. The miscarriage was in her past, and loving Zharia was far behind her too. Her only love now, was her love of fighting.

She stood in the middle of a fighting arena dressed to her legs in a black gi. She had her hair up in a pony-tail that reached just to the small of her back. Her indigo eyes fixed on the man in front of her. She blew at a rebel strand that danced and fell back in her face. Standing erect and waiting, she focused her Ki, and watched the man's moves. He would be tough, but she had plenty of training, and she was about to call upon all of it about now.

He jetted towards her, but just as quick, she jumped and vaulted off his back. The guy fell flat on the ground as she took her position on the opposite side of the arena. He got up, and back-flipped towards her, kicking her chin in the process. Laughing out loud, she took two fingers, stuck them together as if she were about to do a salute, and watched the man. A small ball of energy began to grow on it. The man ran towards her, and laughing sadistically, she let it go. It hit him square in the chest throwing him back out of the arena.

She dusted her hands off, threw her pony-tail back, and walked away. As she walked out, she whispered, "Come on boy. I know you can do better." And with that, she walked up to her room.

After she showered, she put on a pair of black shorts, and a black satin tee-shirt. She went over to the mirror and brushed her hair strait, then slipped into her sandals. As she was running down the massive hall, she ran into a wall of muscle. She looked up absently at the man before her.

"Hey, hero, did you come to challenge me?" she smiled sardonically at him.

"Nope," he answered. It was almost as if his words were satin. "I won't challenge you. I want to know where your little friend got off too. He's a good challenge."

"Ah. I can't help you. I was just going for a walk. Would you like to come with?"

"Eh. Sure. I see no harm in that."

"It's funny. No one's ever been able to make me giggle like that." Smiling, Elai watched the man beside her.

"Well no one's ever made me wonder about one's past before."

"Well, I can't tell you that." She smiled timidly and walked onward kicking dust.

"Why?"

"Even I don't know that." As she was walking, a small dog made its way over to her. Sort of a scamper. Elai wasn't sure what to do, so she reached down and pet him. "Hey, Bee."

Trunks was shocked. He kneeled in front of her and took her by the shoulders. "How did you know his name? Did someone tell you?"

"No," she answered regretfully. "It's almost as if…as if I knew him."

Trunks looked away a moment, then back at her. "That picture. The one you carry with you. Can you name those people?"

She smiled a bit, and looked at him. For a moment, she was shocked, and then she pulled out her picture and laid it down. "Mother, Father…you. Let's see. Uncle Goten, Bra, Bulma, and me…I think. Am I right?"

"Yes…but do you know your name." he asked barely audible.

"No, I-I," She looked towards the water. "I-I think it's Pan. I'm afraid to say so, but I don't know."

Trunks looked at her a moment. "Come with me, I want to show you something." That being said, he ran off towards the house with her in tow.

"This is a locket." He said picking up a small metal chain with a heart looped on it. "It was the only thing we found of Pan when she disappeared. Does it look familiar?"

She was amazed at the beauty of it. The intricate sketching on the back seemed familiar, and she silver engraving that said "P.S." amazed her even more.

"How did she get it?"

"I gave it to her for her third birthday. You know, so she'd remember me."

"I-I think it worked…"

He looked over when she said this, and opened her palm dropping the locket in it, and then gently closed it.

"I think you deserve this." He whispered, and then walked towards the door.

"Wait! Don't go!" She watched after him, and then he turned to face her.

"You're her, aren't you?"

"I-I don't know. I veaguly remember being kidnapped…I-I was only 4 or maybe 6…but I remember being kidnapped. This blonde woman…she did it. I was with the boyscouts…"

He looked at her, swept her up into a hug. "Ok, do you remember your address?"

"No, but it was in the south district."

He was amazed. If he made this much progress in only an hour, imagine what he could do in a day!

Sorry it's so short. I'm trying to save the best part for later. Yes, she eventually does get her memory back. So far 2-3 questions were answered. What about that 3rd one?

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"I'm not sure why, but I think I remember this place. This room." She whispered.

"Of course you would," he whispered back. "I was told to give you this when you got here. It'll help you gain your memory back."

"But I would forget you!"

"It's worth it," he whispered, then kissed her. "I know I won't forget you. I'll be back someday."

The votes so far are as follows:

"Should Elai love Zharia, or Trunks?"

Zharia: 1 Trunks: 1

As always,

Kit