Hana sat on the floor cross-legged and eyes shut. Every once in a while she
glanced over to Goku and the others. The little girl chattered, tended to
by two people Hana took to be her parents- a tall, well-built man that bore
a strong resemblance to the man from before and a woman with short black
hair and striking blue eyes. Two teenagers mingled around- one with black
hair and eyes and one with blue eyes and lavender hair. These two had to
be related to the two saiyans- their power levels were high. The other
person resembled a giant pink gumball and had a startlingly high voice that
reminded her of the old chalkboards at the horrible children's home she
lived in eight years ago- high pitched like some child.
She closed her eyes. It seemed like a million years ago that she had a family. Life just wasn't fair sometimes. She balled up her fist and went to her bag, taking out a green sash. Then she felt a poke on her back. She turned around to see the little girl holding her locket.
"You dropped this." The child said.
"Thanks," Hana said. "I wouldn't want to lose this. It's very special to me."
"My name is Pan." The child offered. "What's yours?"
Hana usually wasn't so cordial. A punch could substitute for a response. However, this child was so innocent and reminded her of herself before circumstances made her an orphan.
"Hana, pleased to meet you." She said.
The man, who had been with the child earlier, looked over. He came over to the pair.
"Pan, what did I tell you about running off." He said.
"Sorry, daddy," Pan apologized. "I just wanted to help the lady."
"It's okay. Just tell me the next you want to run away on us, alright?" he said, smiling.
Gohan knelt down next to Pan and shooed her back to Videl. He stood up and addressed Hana
"Heh, sorry about that. My daughter takes after my father." Gohan said. "She likes do things on a whim and thinks after she acts."
"Don't worry. She wasn't a bother." Hana said without emotion. "She was a big help."
"By the way, I'm Gohan and that's my wife, Videl." He said, pointing in the group's direction.
"Hana," she offered. "My name's Hana."
"If you like to join us, you're more than welcome. I noticed you over here by yourself." Gohan said.
"Thanks for the offer, but no thanks." Hana replied. "I'm fine over here. I wouldn't want to intrude on your little group, my being a stranger."
"Well, the offer still stands if you're interested." Gohan said.
Gohan turned around and went to Pan and Videl, looking back briefly at Hana before doing so. She looked away. Hana had no desire to become friends with the group; she wanted justice. Hana heard the first fight being announced and got up to see just how strong Pan was. She watched the little girl knock out White Tiger in three moves, exhibiting knowledge of martial arts far beyond her age of five years. Hana's interest was piqued. The second match featured the taller of the two saiyans she had seen before, the one called 'Goku.'
Her jaw dropped when she saw his speed and technique, which was displayed after his verbal assault to provoke his previously timid opponent, Uub. 'Amazing,' she thought. 'Yet his moves don't differ much from my own.' Goku won, but seemed to talk for a long while with the boy. Hana impatiently watched the next series of fights, but remained awed by the power of the Z fighters. Then, her turn came.
"Will Vegeta and Hana please report to the ring!" The annoying announcer said, doing an exaggerated motion with his microphone.
Hana closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, the locket around her neck. She fished through her bag and pulled a green sash out. She tied it around her hair, making a ponytail. The sash had been her father's and was old and durable. She was ready now. Hana walked up the stairs to the ring and turned to face her enemy. Vegeta, who wanted to know this strange girl was, remained emotionless and alert.
The announcer called for the match to start. Hana got into a fighting stance and was on her guard. Vegeta attacked first, jumping into a flying kick. Hana reacted and flipped back, easily dodging. She then released a series of punches and kicks on Vegeta, who, to her astonishment, blocked every one.
"That's it?" He scoffed. "All that trouble over a weakling who can't land one punch on me?"
"I'll show you who's a weakling." She replied, balling up her fists.
Hana concentrated her energy and slowly began powering up. Her black became yellow and her eyes flickered. She had become a super saiyan and attacked Vegeta sending him to the floor of the ring. Vegeta looked surprised. 'How is this even possible?' he thought. 'The only people with saiyan blood are Kakarot and myself and our children.'
"So, I wiped that smirk off your face." Hana said. "Are you going to fight or just sit there. I would suggest the second option."
"How about I knock you out of this ring until you can't move anymore?" He provoked.
Vegeta transformed into a super saiyan and launched an attack, matching Hana's speed and ability. Eventually, he pinned her arms back while hovering in the air. She was unable to move.
"Struggle all you want," he said. "Quit now and I might go easy on you."
"Spare me your pity, murderer." Hana spit back at him.
In reality, Hana had planned this all along. She had been trained in an unusual martial arts technique based entirely on the illusion of defeat and the ability to dodge and escape. Slowly, she powered down to her normal state, giving Vegeta a false sense of security. Then, she spun her leg behind Vegeta's, making him shift his hold on her. In one swift movement she freed her arm and threw him to the ground. Vegeta lay there stunned. How had she done that to him? He clinched his teeth and growled.
"No one makes the Prince of the Saiyans look like a fool." He yelled.
Hana floated down to the ring and confronted him. She smirked and strode over to him. But then, her locket fell to the ground and opened. She picked it up and realized something. Having seen him close up, Vegeta looked so much like the man in the portrait. And he was a prince. She clasped her hands to her mouth. No, it couldn't be true. She remembered now.
'My mother, lying there in pain, dying from a rare heart condition. Giving me the locket, saying it was special and to take care of it. Telling me of her baby brother in the hands of a tyrant ... and to find him someday.'
"I have to go. It can't be true. It just can't." she whispered.
It was Vegeta's turn to be puzzled. Hana flew away, leaving the locket there in her confusion. He rose to his feet and walked to where the locket lay. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Hana kept flying until she reached a waterfall. There sat her pod, right where she'd hidden it. She sat by the water to think. A dark figure approached and wrapped his arms around her neck, choking her. She lost conscious and everything became black.
She closed her eyes. It seemed like a million years ago that she had a family. Life just wasn't fair sometimes. She balled up her fist and went to her bag, taking out a green sash. Then she felt a poke on her back. She turned around to see the little girl holding her locket.
"You dropped this." The child said.
"Thanks," Hana said. "I wouldn't want to lose this. It's very special to me."
"My name is Pan." The child offered. "What's yours?"
Hana usually wasn't so cordial. A punch could substitute for a response. However, this child was so innocent and reminded her of herself before circumstances made her an orphan.
"Hana, pleased to meet you." She said.
The man, who had been with the child earlier, looked over. He came over to the pair.
"Pan, what did I tell you about running off." He said.
"Sorry, daddy," Pan apologized. "I just wanted to help the lady."
"It's okay. Just tell me the next you want to run away on us, alright?" he said, smiling.
Gohan knelt down next to Pan and shooed her back to Videl. He stood up and addressed Hana
"Heh, sorry about that. My daughter takes after my father." Gohan said. "She likes do things on a whim and thinks after she acts."
"Don't worry. She wasn't a bother." Hana said without emotion. "She was a big help."
"By the way, I'm Gohan and that's my wife, Videl." He said, pointing in the group's direction.
"Hana," she offered. "My name's Hana."
"If you like to join us, you're more than welcome. I noticed you over here by yourself." Gohan said.
"Thanks for the offer, but no thanks." Hana replied. "I'm fine over here. I wouldn't want to intrude on your little group, my being a stranger."
"Well, the offer still stands if you're interested." Gohan said.
Gohan turned around and went to Pan and Videl, looking back briefly at Hana before doing so. She looked away. Hana had no desire to become friends with the group; she wanted justice. Hana heard the first fight being announced and got up to see just how strong Pan was. She watched the little girl knock out White Tiger in three moves, exhibiting knowledge of martial arts far beyond her age of five years. Hana's interest was piqued. The second match featured the taller of the two saiyans she had seen before, the one called 'Goku.'
Her jaw dropped when she saw his speed and technique, which was displayed after his verbal assault to provoke his previously timid opponent, Uub. 'Amazing,' she thought. 'Yet his moves don't differ much from my own.' Goku won, but seemed to talk for a long while with the boy. Hana impatiently watched the next series of fights, but remained awed by the power of the Z fighters. Then, her turn came.
"Will Vegeta and Hana please report to the ring!" The annoying announcer said, doing an exaggerated motion with his microphone.
Hana closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, the locket around her neck. She fished through her bag and pulled a green sash out. She tied it around her hair, making a ponytail. The sash had been her father's and was old and durable. She was ready now. Hana walked up the stairs to the ring and turned to face her enemy. Vegeta, who wanted to know this strange girl was, remained emotionless and alert.
The announcer called for the match to start. Hana got into a fighting stance and was on her guard. Vegeta attacked first, jumping into a flying kick. Hana reacted and flipped back, easily dodging. She then released a series of punches and kicks on Vegeta, who, to her astonishment, blocked every one.
"That's it?" He scoffed. "All that trouble over a weakling who can't land one punch on me?"
"I'll show you who's a weakling." She replied, balling up her fists.
Hana concentrated her energy and slowly began powering up. Her black became yellow and her eyes flickered. She had become a super saiyan and attacked Vegeta sending him to the floor of the ring. Vegeta looked surprised. 'How is this even possible?' he thought. 'The only people with saiyan blood are Kakarot and myself and our children.'
"So, I wiped that smirk off your face." Hana said. "Are you going to fight or just sit there. I would suggest the second option."
"How about I knock you out of this ring until you can't move anymore?" He provoked.
Vegeta transformed into a super saiyan and launched an attack, matching Hana's speed and ability. Eventually, he pinned her arms back while hovering in the air. She was unable to move.
"Struggle all you want," he said. "Quit now and I might go easy on you."
"Spare me your pity, murderer." Hana spit back at him.
In reality, Hana had planned this all along. She had been trained in an unusual martial arts technique based entirely on the illusion of defeat and the ability to dodge and escape. Slowly, she powered down to her normal state, giving Vegeta a false sense of security. Then, she spun her leg behind Vegeta's, making him shift his hold on her. In one swift movement she freed her arm and threw him to the ground. Vegeta lay there stunned. How had she done that to him? He clinched his teeth and growled.
"No one makes the Prince of the Saiyans look like a fool." He yelled.
Hana floated down to the ring and confronted him. She smirked and strode over to him. But then, her locket fell to the ground and opened. She picked it up and realized something. Having seen him close up, Vegeta looked so much like the man in the portrait. And he was a prince. She clasped her hands to her mouth. No, it couldn't be true. She remembered now.
'My mother, lying there in pain, dying from a rare heart condition. Giving me the locket, saying it was special and to take care of it. Telling me of her baby brother in the hands of a tyrant ... and to find him someday.'
"I have to go. It can't be true. It just can't." she whispered.
It was Vegeta's turn to be puzzled. Hana flew away, leaving the locket there in her confusion. He rose to his feet and walked to where the locket lay. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Hana kept flying until she reached a waterfall. There sat her pod, right where she'd hidden it. She sat by the water to think. A dark figure approached and wrapped his arms around her neck, choking her. She lost conscious and everything became black.