One Stormy Day
Chapter Four
New Roomies

Disclaimer: You all know the drill, I don't own DBZ. I only own this story, and Daniel...

Vegeta came home late after his night of island blasting and slept very little, consumed as he was with his new obsession. He HAD to find the woman. It was impossible that she should leave him alone with only her infuriatingly annoying parents. He started his search again after only a few hours of rest and he knew exactly where she would have to be, so he started looking at those centers for tourists that Bulma called 'Hotels.' Hotels were likely the first and best place to look so that's where he would start. If he didn't find her there then he would have to figure out someplace else to search.

He stopped his circling of the city once he spotted a booth containing the telephone contraption. Bulma had pointed out to him that such booths contained one of those books she was always using to find places that she wanted. He landed and took the book from the booth, leaving the broken chain swinging wildly about behind him. He scared some gray-haired shrew from a bench and sat down, flipping the book open and searching through it for hotel names. With the book clamped under one arm he went quickly to the closest hotel.

The silence in the room was perfect; not a single noise penetrated into his little bubble to disturb his peace. At first his sleep-fogged brain didn't register the annoying buzzing that sought to wake him up. When it finally did register he sat up in his bed and reached clumsily for the phone perched on his bedside table. As he raised the receiver to his ear he wiped at his eyes, trying to erase the sleep from his system.

"Hello? Daniel? Hi, it's uhh...Jane..."

The voice speaking haltingly and insecurely over the phone shocked him awake faster than cold water splashed in his face would have.

"Jane? What's wrong? What time is it? Is there something the matter?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you...it's just that I don't have anyone else to call..."

"...I'm listening."

A few hours after he had picked up the phone Daniel ushered his new guest into his home.

"So when did Vegeta finally get back?"

"Oh, not until very late Krillin. I'm very hopeful he'll find her though."

The Z fighters were gathered once again in the Brief's living room. Few of them had been home since Bulma disappeared, preferring to stay close to the information center formed in the Briefs compound.

"I never thought I'd see Vegeta so obsessed with anything that wasn't training. Why do you think he cares if she's gone?"

"I'd say he was feeling guilty Krillin. Maybe he's the reason she's gone. But then again, this IS Vegeta and he doesn't feel guilt. He's an unfeeling, cold-hearted jerk."

'Hey Yamcha, give him a break. Vegeta's not as bad as you think he is. He's been through a lot in his life. He's trying to do something good for someone he cares about."

"I care nothing about that woman! I don't want you saying that I do Kakarot. I care about no one! I'm only trying to find her because the woman is useful"

Vegeta had been standing on the stairs, listening to the idiots talk about him as if he wasn't in the building. This was what they were contributing to finding the woman? He hadn't seen them do a single thing other than sit around and talk. So far he was the only one out looking for her. These pathetic, useless beings were what she called friends. What a waste friendship was if this was all it ever got anyone.

He had searched every hotel in the city and even the ones on the outskirts. There were now hundreds more people in this world that hated him. Why humans felt they needed so much sleep he'd never figure out. He had finally located her hotel in the very early hours of the day.

The fact that he had just barely missed her didn't calm his frustration in the slightest. He had known it was her room the minute he stepped out of the stairwell and his excitement at finally finding her and putting an end to this hunt had had to be ruthlessly squashed. He forced the door open onto a silent and empty room only vacated moments before.

Now he had no idea where to look for her. She was clearly with some male, who he would personally kill once he found the man, but he didn't know who. Unless she went to another hotel then his one lead was gone.

He had spent the last two days doing nothing but trying to find her and it had gotten him nowhere. Now he was going to go back to training and wait until something else came up.

He passed through the kitchen where the TV had been left on without anyone to watch it. He gulped down his breakfast, paying no attention to the news program that was droning on about a serial killer and his latest would be victim.

"This is a nice place you have here Daniel."

"Thanks. I try to keep it semi-decent...my friends all like to drop in unexpectedly. Oddly enough, so do my ex-girlfriends."

Jane laughed, trying to force herself into a more relaxed mood.

"It's probably because you're such a nice guy that they like to be around you. I'm willing to bet that if I regain my memory I'll still want to be friends with you as well."

Daniel shook his head and waved a finger in her face, smiling teasingly.

"There's no 'if'. You'll remember. You just have to have some time. It would help if we could figure out who you are though, then we could get you back home where you belong. I think if we could surround you by your friends and family, and your own things, then you'd have to remember who you are. I'll bet you're someone pretty important though. You DID crash a pretty expensive car."

"I'd rather not remember that. Well, actually, I don't remember that, but I'd rather not think about it. I mean, that's what started this whole amnesia thing...not to mention the fact that I could have died..."

Daniel decided to keep his silence. He didn't really want to upset his guest her first day in his house and he couldn't think of anything else to talk about. I mean, how did you have a conversation with someone who couldn't remember their whole entire life? You couldn't compare notes on parents or siblings or even ex relationships. He couldn't even ask her about her likes and dislikes. It wasn't going to be easy having her around, but he wasn't the kind of guy that would ask her to leave just because he suddenly realized what a trial she would be.

"Well, let's get you set up. You can stay in my office room, the couch turns into a bed."

"Thank you. I know I'm being an inconvenience but I just don't feel safe in that hotel now..."

"Don't think anything of it. I wouldn't want you staying anywhere that you didn't feel safe. You're my responsibility right now you know. So until I can deliver you back into your own families hands, you're staying here."

She hadn't really been thinking about what she was doing when she called him, not until he picked up the phone at four o'clock in the morning, but she was glad that she had done it now. He really was a nice guy, hard as it was to believe. She couldn't remember herself or her life but she did have the funniest notion that she didn't think many good men existed in the world. Certainly Daniel was probably the only one she would ever know.

AN: Ok, I know this is super short and horribly late but let me explain how I'm going to work this. I'm going to put up this tiny bit and use it as my jump-start to getting back to my writing.