Disclaimer: I think its pretty obvious that I don't own DBZ (cause I don't) or it's characters, but I do own my own original characters and ideas…..so there.

Author's note: It's been a few years since I first started this story, the disk it came on has since went to better place (aka the trash bin,) but fortunately I printed out the story and put it in this nifty lil' binder so now I'm simply retyping it with my editing things in place…o joy! Oh yeah, and don't bother telling CherryWasser that her story is being stolen cause you won't get a response. The reason? IAM HER! I. My e-mail was shut down a bit ago and I can't remember my password. --; anyone who can help with that would be nice, I hate having to re-name this thing. Anywhoo read on and enjoy.

DarkPast
Chapter 1

She stared at her beloved, who had fallen in battle. The rain came down hard as she cradled his limp body in her arms. How could it have come to this, she wondered as the blood trickled down into the street? He had given his life for her. This was all her fault. She was too weak to fight back. The thunder rolled in from all sides of the sky, as if to show their disapproval of the fight that had taken place. Trunks lay there in his lover's arms. His opponent lay on the other side of the street, also dead. The fight had ended in a draw. It was only a matter of time before the otherscame...

Flashback to a year earlier

Katrina walked down the street in a daze. She couldn't remember what had happened to her. She felt, strange somehow. People kept looking at her funny. What were they staring at? Was it her hair? Her clothes? She stopped by a window and saw a mangled girl stare back. Was that her? Her face was pale, except for a few bruises. Her brown eyes were dull and showed no emotion. They just looked...hollow. Hey long brown hair was matted and had knots in it. It looked like she hadn't brushed it in days. Her gray T-shirt was dirty, and hung baggy on her. The same with her khaki pants. They too were smudged, and badly torn at the bottom. Her shoes were no longer white and blue, but gray and black.

It looked like she had been through hell. For all she knew, she had been. She couldn't remember anything, except that her name was Katrina, and that she was very hungry. She walked down the street, looking for a place to eat. She found a pizza place and was about to walk in when she tripped, and blacked out...

Katrina woke up in a white room. She was in a bed and had a little tube sticking out of her arm. It smelled like a hospital. That because, she realized a minute later, she was in one. There wasn't anyone else in the room. She had a hospital gown on.

"How long have I been here," she asked, half expecting someone to reply. No one did. So, she decided to get up and have a look around.When she got up, a monitor that had been keeping track of her pulse fell off. The steady beep beep beep of the machine died into just one long sound. Very quickly a nurse, doctor, and a blue haired woman came rushing in-eyes wide with fear. They stopped at the sight of Katrina just standing there, a little startled by their sudden entrance. The four just stood there, looking at each other. An uncomfortable silence passed.

"Hi," Katrina said weakly with a little wave of her hand. What else could she say?

"Oh, you're finally awake," the blue haired woman said with a smile. Katrina liked her, she didn't know why, she just did. There was something about her, Katrina couldn't put her finger on just what exactly it was, but she felt she was going to be spending a lot of time with this woman.

"Where am I? And how long have I been here," she asked weakly. She remembered being hungry, finding a place to eat, and then...did she trip?

"How about I answer that, as soon as I ask you some questions," the blue haired woman said warmly. She was like a mom Katrina thought. That's why she liked her, she had that same voice a mom uses to calm a frightened child. Katrina hadn't heard a voice like that for a long time. 'But how would you know', a voice asked her, 'if you can't remember anything?' But she did. For some reason she just knew it. It had been a while since she had last seen her mother, since they took her away screaming and kicking. Swearing at them for what they've done to her and her family...

She snapped back to reality. The nurse and doctor were gone; it was just her and the blue-haired woman, sitting on the hospital bed. When did she sit down?

"Okay, let's start with names," the lady said coolly, "Mine is Bulma, what's yours?"

"Uhh...it's umm...Katrina," the young girl managed to say.

"Katrina, okay. Could you tell me what happened, if you can remember, before you blacked out?"

"I w-was walking down the street, and I was hungry. I wanted something to eat. So I went up to the pizza place and tripped. Then I woke up here."

"And before that?"

"I uhh..." Katrina bit her lower lip. She couldn't remember anything before that. Would this lady believe her? "I... don't remember. I'm sorry," Her eyes started to burn. Oh man, she thought, why is this happening to me? What did I do?

"That's okay dear. But you can't remember anything at all? We found you in pretty bad shape. You were malnourished and dehydrated. You suffered from exhaustion as well as numeral physical injuries. Someone called us and said they saw a girl passed out on the street. That was three weeks ago. We brought you to this hospital because we thought you could get better faster here. This place is owned by my business, Capsule Corporation."

"Oh," Katrina murmured. For some reason that name rang a bell.

"Do you have any family to speak of? Any relatives that you know of who can come and take care of you? I'll bet they're worried sick about you."

"I don't remember. I can't recall anything passed just walking down the street. I feel lucky that I know my own name."

"I see..." Bulma said, then was quiet for a moment, in deep thought. "Okay Katrina, you're going to stay here until I can make arrangements for you to stay someplace else."

"Okay," Katrina said. Bulma got up, walked over to the door and opened it.

"Hey, Bulma?"

"Yes?"

"...Thank you..."

The next three weeks were very boring. There wasn't much to do around the hospital. Katrina mostly watched TV. Occasionally, she'd help out with the patients (which she enjoyed) but not as much as she would have liked to. No one came to visit, because no one knew who she was (at least to her knowledge no one did). No one except for Bulma, who'd pop in occasionally to see how things were going. Katrina and Bulma quickly became friends. She would always look forward to her next visit.

Despite the distractions, the days still melted into each other. Katrina still couldn't remember anything, and was wondering if Bulma would ever find a home for her. What if she got stuck in the hospital forever? That's silly, she thought. Bulma will surely find something for her. Katrina suddenly realized she knew next to nothing about Bulma. She didn't even know if she had a family of her own. Yeah, she knew Bulma owned Capsule Corp., but that was about it. During the day that marked the six-week point of Katrina's stay, she got a visit from Bulma, who seemed to be very excited about something.

"I finally found a home for you," she exclaimed happily.

"Really, what's it like?"

"Well, the woman has a husband, he's grouchy, but not too bad once you get to know him. A son, who's about you age, and-how old are you? I just now realize that I've never asked you that."

"Fifteen."

"Oh, well, he's a year older than you then. And a little girl, who's about six."

"Sounds nice."

"It is, it's a very big house too. Plus, they have a lot of space outside, and a lot of things to do. I think you'll like it there."

"So, what's this lady's name?"

"You'll find out when you get there. I'll introduce you. I'm sure you'll get along fine with her."

"I hope so. When do I get to move in?"

"Tomorrow."

Katrina had packed all her stuff. Her small load consisted of her clothes they found her in, a few new outfits the hospital had provided, and shampoo and things of that sort. It all fitted quite easily into the suitcase. A taxi would pick her up at 11:00 a.m. and take her to her new 'family' for the time being. Bulma would introduce her to the people she'd be living with and then...

Then what? Katrina had had that feeling, that she would be spending more time with Bulma. Had the little voice of intuition been wrong? It didn't seem right that it would be. Maybe it wasn't... maybe it was. Katrina put her suitcase (courtesy of the hospital) into the trunk of the taxi, and said goodbye to all the staff on her floor. In a way, she was going to miss them. It wasn't a very long cab ride, but Katrina fell asleep anyway. She awoke with a jolt when the cab made its final stop. She got her stuff out of the trunk, and realized with embarrassment that she had no money to pay the cab driver with. She wondered what she was going to do about this when Bulma ran up from behind and took care of it.

"I'm glad you're here," Bulma said and gave Katrina a hug.

"So where's this lady I'm supposed to be living with," Katrina questioned.

"You're looking at her."

Authors' Notes:

Huzzah! And we're off! I plan on putting the other 7 chapters up here that were posted on a million years ago (and by a millionI mean 4, which is still a long time for a place like After thatI will go through the task of re-typing all the other chapters and then making up the ending. heh heh. I won't leave many authors' notes unless I need to tell you somthing important, i don't paticuarly like them myself. Till then guys!