The next morning, Hana dressed in a pair of jeans and a shirt provided by Videl and went downstairs for breakfast. She was greeted by Gohan, who had the paper open, and Pan, who was sitting at the table happily eating her cereal.

"Good morning." Gohan said. "Did you have a good night's rest?"

"Yes," She said. "Better than I've had in a long time."

"That's good to hear." He said.

"Here's your breakfast." Videl said, placing a plate of food in front of her. "There's more on the stove if you're still hungry. You must have an appetite as big as Gohan's, being a saiyan and all."

"Thanks," Hana said. "It's delicious."

"I try." Videl said, smiling.

After breakfast, Hana packed her belongings and waited for Gohan outside.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Hana replied.

Gohan took that as a yes, and they flew to Capsule Corp. They landed outside a dome-shaped building. Gohan walked up to the door and rang the bell. A few seconds later, a woman opened the door.

"Gohan, long time no see!" Bulma said, giving him a hug.

"Nice to see you, too." He answered. "This is your new resident, Hana."

"Pleased to meet you." Bulma said, offering her hand.

Hana shook her hand, although she had to quickly reacquaint herself with Earth customs. Bulma said good-bye to Gohan, who wished Hana luck, and showed her inside. Hana was awed by the sheer size and structure of the house. It rivaled the main government building on her home planet in size. Bulma introduced her to her four-year-old daughter Bra, who looked like a clone of her mother. Her son strode in ten minutes later.

"Ah, Trunks. Come over here and meet your cousin." Bulma called from the livingroom.

"Coming." He said impatiently, dropping his duffel bag on the floor.

"Now don't be fresh." Bulma said, muttering "Like father, like son."

Trunks walked in the room and was tackled by Bra, who he plopped back on the floor and turned to Hana. He was surprised to learn that the girl at the tournament was in fact this mysterious cousin his mother was talking about, but figured her strange transformation in power during the fight with his father was a big clue. They exchanged greetings, and Bulma showed her up to her room. Hana dropped her bag on the bed and started to unpack. She sighed and rested on the bed, closing her eyes.

After settling in, she went downstairs.

"Here she is now." Bulma said, addressing Hana. "Lunch will be done soon. You would think he lives in the Gravity Room, but Vegeta usually comes in for food."

"Yeah, Mom. There's reason you didn't put a fridge or toilet in there." Trunks said.

"You, be quiet." Bulma said. "Have some respect."

Hana just sat down in the kitchen.

"Silent type, eh?" Trunks said.

"No, I just talk when there's someone worth talking to." Hana said.

"Yep," Trunks said. "She's related to Dad alright."

"What are you going on about, boy?" Vegeta said entering the room.

"Nothing, Dad." He said.

"Okay, everyone just sit down. We have a guest at the table." Bulma said.

Vegeta glared at Hana and sat down. 'This is going to be fun.' Trunks thought. Later on, Bulma cleared the plates, and the rest of the family scattered to the livingroom. Hana joined them, actually enjoying the time with Bra and Trunks, who she found to be much more congenial than his father. Bulma seemed thrilled to have another woman in the house and went on about a shopping trip in the near future.

Later, Hana sat up in her bed, hands behind her head. A loud knock came at the door.

"Come in." Hana said.

"I thought you'd want this back." Vegeta said, coming in. It was the locket.

"Thanks," Hana said, turning it in her hand. "I was so surprised at the tournament that I left it there."

"I know I haven't been very friendly to you." Vegeta said. "I'm willing to start over again."

Hana hadn't expected this from him. An apology from the Saiyan Prince? Vegeta paused.

"I can see from our fight before that you have a lot of power. What you lack is the proper training and focus." He said.

"You're offering to train me?" Hana asked, leaning forward. "What's in it for you?"

"Don't be dense." Vegeta said. "I'm not doing this for any sort of gain or even because I like you. It's called duty to your family."

"That's so honorable of you." Hana said. "But I want to pay you back somehow."

She thought for a moment and pulled out a book.

"This is a diary my mother kept." She said. "It's not in my native language. She gave it to me before she died. She said it would tell me things about her past better than she could articulate them. Can you read it?"

Vegeta grabbed the book from her. He looked over the pages and closed it.

"Yes. It's in the Saiyan language." He said, pausing. "She never told you about Vegeta-sei or her past?"

"I guess she wanted to protect me. All I knew is that she was a princess." Hana said.

"I will read this and tell you what it says." Vegeta said. "Be up at 7 a.m. Training starts tomorrow."

He turned and left the room, book in hand. Hana sat there in thought, but ready for a new challenge, which was what training with Vegeta would surely be. It would be worth it though. Somewhere out there was an enemy who had nearly succeeded in killing her. This time she would be ready.