Hi everyone, long time, no see, eh? I'm sorry. I just can't find the time,
but I'll do my best. Also, my Pan drama is almost halfway written, but the
points of view shift so often that I must write it out completely and look
at it before I post anything. So look for it soon, but not too soon.
Disclaimer: Don't own, and if I did, I'd sue the kid who wrote this crap using my ingenious characters. (Oh, that's still me) ************************************************************************
The group was assembled in one of the larger family rooms, all temporality putting their issues and differences aside for pizza. The room was fairly loud between the T.V and video games on the other television, talking, and the sounds of Goku eating. But it was a cheerful din, one easily tolerated. For a brief moment, everyone was happy.
Oh, wait, screw that. Piccolo didn't need to eat, so he could care less, and he left, pissed that the room didn't have a balcony.
Goku and Vegeta were having a pizza-eating contest, a game in their opinion that had no losers.
Gohan and Videl sat by the window, his arms securely wrapped around her waist, her easel in front of them. After witnessing the painting, he was enraptured by it.
"Why didn't you tell me that you had all these wonderful paintings?"
"You never asked."
"I have to see them when we go home tonight."
"Why, have I inspired you to forget your books and become an artist?"
" Nah, but I figure I get good enough, I can convince you to pose for a nude portrait." He smiled evilly. She loved it when he did that.
" You don't need a paintbrush to get me out of my clothes," she whispered seductively.
The results of their ardent affection, otherwise known as Son Pan, was trading recent battle scars with the blonde while watching television with Goten. At the other TV, Trunks and Marron were playing Street Fighters II. Marron was whooping Trunks unmercifully. 'Now if only I could do this in real life', she thought bitterly. Apparently, their breakup hadn't been too friendly.
Her father was talking to the magically reappearing Yamcha. Eighteen sat with Bulma and Chi-Chi who were talking about something, she wasn't listening. She would much rather be with Videl, but she currently wrapped up in a painting and her husband. She could barely see them for they were at the other end of the room. 'Damn, this place is a claustrophobic's wet dream,' she thought angrily as she chomped on another slice of pizza.
So not everyone was happy, but they had their minds off the mystery girl for now, and that was the way the blonde wanted it. They were anxious and full of questions. Would they be able to handle the answers? More importantly, was she? Although shy, she was never known to be a coward. Standing abruptly, gaining the attention of those near her, she declared in her loudest voice yet,
" It is time."
And everyone knew exactly what she meant. **********************************************************************
Once again, all were assembled in yet another living room. This one had a balcony, and the sliding glass doors let through the sun's final rays before itself retired and let the moon rule the night. Orange, reddish, and rosy hues filled the room, bouncing off the walls and some glowing onto her, giving the blonde a warm, fuzzy feeling inside, very unfamiliar but very welcome.
"It's beautiful," she whispered.
Trunks who was sitting next to her, leaned forward. "So are you," came his faint reply, his voice snapping her into the real world.
She slowly looked around the room, at the people who formed a semi-circle around her with their chairs, her eyes searching. Some eyes were bright and innocent. Others dark, clouded with unforgettable misery in their past. A few eyes sparkled with curiosity. One set of blue eyes were intently focused upon her, a growing love in them she was trying to ignore and not reflect back.
All of these souls waiting for her to speak. And so she did.
"I know you all have questions. But let me just tell you the story first, the story of my life. The beginning is where all stories start, and it will help you better understand this so we can all create an ending to our liking."
All eyes still on her, no one moved; none spoke.
"As you all know, the tyrant Frieza blew up the planet Vegeta-sei, killing all its inhabitance, excluding Goku, Nappa, Raditz, and the Prince. However there was another who lived. Not by luck, or fate, or twisted favor from Frieza. She had the gift of physic powers, and saw the future of her doomed planet. She could have warned her people, they trusted in her powers, and knew what she could do. But her malicious heart thought only of herself. And so by paying a very dear price, she obtained the secret of black magic to not only find out the exact date and time of Vegeta-sei's destruction, but to prevent anyone who suspected the tyrant of foul play of telling the king. For some unknown reason, she abhorred royalty.
She fled the morning of, so no one would notice a missing pod, or care for that matter. No saiyan witnessed her departure. But the heavens above see everything. They knew her heart and felt the evil living inside of it that ate at her soul because of the dark magic she had called upon. Those in heaven wept at this evil that would have her betray her own people, and I cry out at night as well, for this woman was my mother."
Short gasps were made at this comment. The eyes most widened in shock. Some urged her to continue. A few held pity, and others contained wariness, would the evil that her mother possess lie within her also? But the eyes that were the most haunting were Vegeta's. His eyes burned; seethed with hatred and rage. Not directed at her - it was for the kingdom and the people he lost that could have been saved had they knew when her mother had- and so she felt the burn anyhow. She could not gaze at those tormented depths any longer, so she dropped it.
"After running out of fuel, she floated for months. She should have starved to death, but those, which put life into her, still had another purpose for her. So instead of perishing, she was put into a cryogenic sleep, freezing her, pausing her life systems, and suspending the aging process. Very rarely do they interfere in businesses down here, but when they do, it's for something very important.
She must have been a piece of vegetable space junk for, let's see. Vegeta was eight when the planet was destroyed, right? When she was finally revieved, the first planet she came across was earth. In my timeline Vegeta was 24 when she landed. So that's-"
"Sixteen years," Gohan said eager for her to get on with the story.
"Yeah. So when she landed, she followed the usual ritual of saiyans and tried to conquer earth. But against the Z shenshi consisting of Super saiyan Goku, Gohan, and Vegeta, she didn't stand a chance. Because she did not kill anyone, just blew up a few houses in a small village, they let her live. Who knows, Vegeta might have been my daddy if she played her cards right!"
Bulma subconsciously growled, Bra giggled, and Trunks grimaced. She could've been his sister. "I would never bond with that unworthy piece of trash!"
Goku frowned. "That's still her mother, Vegeta."
She gave Goku a gracious, thankful smile. "That's okay, I understand. I am not responsible for the actions of one who came before me. As for the Z shenshi, she fabricated some tale of her survival. They never knew her evil deeds, and so she was accepted into their group, but she avoided Vegeta at all costs. She trained with them, and almost became a super saiyan. But she had lost all of her physic powers. Never again did she have a vision. If she had still obtained them, she would have known the coming of the androids, and would have probably left another doomed planet. But as fate had it, she stayed and eventually got married. The next year, she had me.
When I was seven, the androids struck. My father volunteered to fight, trying his best to hide his wife and I. They both knew of her strength, but he thought it best that his daughter had her mother. But the androids found her first. She died trying to protect me, the first honorable deed accomplished in her life. Ironically enough, her evil malicious, tainted heart was ripped out of her own chest and crushed by one who had no heart at all."
She looked directly at Eighteen as she said it. Eighteen crossed her arms in her usual complacent manner, but her eyes had visible hurt and compassion. Her eyes, and more importantly, her heart held emotions such as love, forgiveness, humility, and grace. She was forgiven for her deeds a long time ago.
"But that was a different world," she finished gently. "Things turned out much better here." She took a deep breath, and continued. "It was my father who told me of my heritage. He was killed a few years after my mother.
Being trained in some martial arts I could protect myself, and at the ripe old age of nine, I wandered a broken world, without anyone. I kept my ki low as to not stand out to the androids, walked from destroyed town to town, searching for the rumored underground city. I did eventually find it, and it turned out in my world that Videl was the mayor of it. It was one of the only places not discovered by the androids. She had a very big family of eight children."
"Wow," was all Gohan and Videl could manage to say. Gohan shot her a questioning look, and she vigorously shook her head. 'Ha! Eight saiyan children in one house, what do they think I'm on?'
As if reading her mind the blonde said, "Videl was a firm believer in replenishing earth's sparse population. She took me into her already large home, and I became a part of the family. But one day, she told me of a boy that had defeated the androids and thought he might know my powers and show of strength better than I.
I had never been taught how to scan for ki, but in a couple of days I located him. He was helping rebuild West Capitol." 'And after he took off his shirt, I knew I was following him home.'
"So I followed him home, which he knew I was doing, and after six years of living with Videl, I moved in with Bulma and Trunks at Capsule Corp."
She searched the eyes. They told the truth. She had told more than she wanted to already; these people were smart and could put two & two together. But the eyes were still needy, still questioning. The blonde braced herself for the onslaught of questions to come.
"You don't look very saiyan to me brat." Flames still lingered in Vegeta's stare.
"Neither do your own brats," she quipped. "But I have proof." The back of the knee of her baggy black pants twitched. Then the twitch moved upwards, past her thigh, then over her butt, then a slender light brown furry tail wormed its way out of her pants.
"Convinced?" She swung it around for emphasis, then wrapped it around her waist. It was Gohan's turn. " How old were you when you first met Trunks?"
"Sixteen."
"So now you're-"
"I'm eighteen." Trunks scratched his head. She looked 16 to him. Maybe it was her tomboyish clothes.
Videl piped up. "So Mirai Trunks gave you the ring?" The blonde smiled, knowing how Bulma and Chi-Chi's interest peaked at the mentioning of the ring.
"Yes he did. Believe it or not, he found it. Bulma knew a jeweler, so he secretly had it appraised and set. Then he gave it to me." She looked at it fondly.
The women sighed. "How romantic!" Bulma was a sucker for things like that, considering she never had a ceremony, let alone a ring.
"So you guys are married then." Coming from Bra, it sounded more like a statement, not a question. But they waited with baited breath anyhow.
"Well. . ." She nervously twisted the beloved ring around her finger and bit her lip. "It's complicated."
A chorus of 'oh's, and 'I see's filled the room, and the many eyes now adverted themselves with the exception of Trunks'. The question made his blood boil, and he wouldn't put it past Bra to ask it just to piss him off. But her response left an opening. A small one, but he wasn't going to let it go.
He looked over to her, she was flustered with embarrassment. What had gone on between her and his future counterpart? If others had been speculating upon that matter, a bellowing Piccolo soon interrupted them.
"Enough with the chit-chat! This isn't Oprah! I don't care who's screwing whom! Why are you here?"
An unreadable expression crossed the girl's face. Then, a cocky grin. "There now Piccolo. Patience is a virtue." Her placid response amused even eighteen. "And I thought you Nameks were so calm and docile. But you should know why I'm here. And yes I need your help. Just as the world was beginning to be repaired and turn itself right side up, a disease struck.
It's a rare virus that attacks your immune system and makes it work against the body God intended for it to protect. The 1st sign of the virus is the palynokimetian flu."
"What!" Chi-Chi interjected. "I was on the phone today and I swore I made it up. It's the name of the flowers that used to grow around my castle as a little girl. My mother loved them. We called them paly's for short."
"Yes, that is what the flu is named after because the flower is an essential ingredient of the medicine for it. We searched for months, but after the destruction from the androids, it's extinct in our world. Bulma tried to find an alternate cure, but she soon got sick. It hasn't shown signs of affecting saiyans yet, but the virus could always mutate. And even if it didn't, a world with only two people is not one I'd look very forward to living in. I didn't want to leave. But I had to. I wanted to leave the last time Trunks took off for this timeline, but he wouldn't let me. It's my turn to save the world. I don't want to return to find my friends and family dead. Will you help me?"
Her earnest plea stirred their souls, and every person in the room had risen without a second thought and agreed to help.
"Honey, of course we will. And you'll stay with us until we are done." The blonde looked, the eyes, some filled with tears for her situation, others for her. The love coming from those eyes lifted a burden from her heart, and she felt the joy rush in. A tear slid down her cheek, which she hastily wiped away; only to have another soon follow.
"Stop crying brat, of course we already said we'll help."
"Oh Vegetable- head!" she ran over to Vegeta and jumped into his arms, giving him chase kisses of joy on his cheeks. He stiffened from the unexpected show of affection and maladroitly dropped her. The stifling of laughter could be heard. Vegeta humped. 'That's something Pan would do,' he thought.
The girl giggled, now from her spot on the floor unperturbed. Trunks stood near the balcony doors, his arms crossed, a pang of jealousy for his father's extra attention from her evident in his eyes.
"Shouldn't we start looking?" he inquired trying to get as far away from that moment as quickly as possible.
"Look out the doors you're standing in front of Trunks." Gohan's voice always one of reason. The stars were now out, a very pretty quarter moon shone, showing off as the goddess of the night. " It would be easier if we started in the morning.
Marron offered a hand to the girl who was still on the floor. "Why'd you wait so long to tell us?"
Accepting the hand, she stood up. "Because you would all be out helping me against my wishes."
"What?"
The blonde now had everyone's attention again. She brushed a stray strand out of her face.
"Tell me this: If I had told you my predicament when I first arrived would you have gone out to look for the flowers, even if I asked you not to go today?"
There was silence for a moment. Eighteen was the first to respond. "I owe Mirai Bulma and Mirai Trunks a lot. If you, someone I hadn't met before told you not to go help them, I'd still go." 'After I gave you a good swift kick in the ass,' she mentally added. The others nodded in agreement.
"Well, had you gone today you would've found something you wouldn't like. And while you could go tomorrow, I suggest you train because that's where I'll be."
Another chorus of 'what's resounded. She hushed them all with one stern look. "I can't explain how I know this. I guess I inherited my mother's telepathic powers. But when I first woke up in your lab, something deep inside told me not to tell you guys anything yet. I waited, and as the day went on, it was revealed to me why. Something is coming, and you aren't ready for it yet. The flowers can wait. We all need to train."
Murmurs arose form this. She searched their eyes once more, for as her mother once told her, the eyes can never hide what a person is feeling. Some were scared and apprehensive. The blonde yawned and stretched.
"I'm sleepy."
Bulma finally ficked on a light. "One more question for the night."
"Shoot," she replied.
"Girl, what is your name?"
The previous murmurs immediately ceased. The blonde looked as if deep in thought. Should she tell them, answer truthfully? It wouldn't have been as issue if it weren't for Vegeta. Somehow she knew he already suspected. 'Those saiyan princes are too damn smart,' she thought, with a smile.
"What's so funny brat?"
"Nothing Veggie-kun." She yawned again, ignoring the eager faces of those around her, awaiting her answer. It had truly been a long day.
"My name is-"
A huge explosion cut her off, shaking the very foundations of the Capsule Corp. domicile.
"What the hell was that?"
It had been a long day, and it proved to be an even longer night.
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Disclaimer: Don't own, and if I did, I'd sue the kid who wrote this crap using my ingenious characters. (Oh, that's still me) ************************************************************************
The group was assembled in one of the larger family rooms, all temporality putting their issues and differences aside for pizza. The room was fairly loud between the T.V and video games on the other television, talking, and the sounds of Goku eating. But it was a cheerful din, one easily tolerated. For a brief moment, everyone was happy.
Oh, wait, screw that. Piccolo didn't need to eat, so he could care less, and he left, pissed that the room didn't have a balcony.
Goku and Vegeta were having a pizza-eating contest, a game in their opinion that had no losers.
Gohan and Videl sat by the window, his arms securely wrapped around her waist, her easel in front of them. After witnessing the painting, he was enraptured by it.
"Why didn't you tell me that you had all these wonderful paintings?"
"You never asked."
"I have to see them when we go home tonight."
"Why, have I inspired you to forget your books and become an artist?"
" Nah, but I figure I get good enough, I can convince you to pose for a nude portrait." He smiled evilly. She loved it when he did that.
" You don't need a paintbrush to get me out of my clothes," she whispered seductively.
The results of their ardent affection, otherwise known as Son Pan, was trading recent battle scars with the blonde while watching television with Goten. At the other TV, Trunks and Marron were playing Street Fighters II. Marron was whooping Trunks unmercifully. 'Now if only I could do this in real life', she thought bitterly. Apparently, their breakup hadn't been too friendly.
Her father was talking to the magically reappearing Yamcha. Eighteen sat with Bulma and Chi-Chi who were talking about something, she wasn't listening. She would much rather be with Videl, but she currently wrapped up in a painting and her husband. She could barely see them for they were at the other end of the room. 'Damn, this place is a claustrophobic's wet dream,' she thought angrily as she chomped on another slice of pizza.
So not everyone was happy, but they had their minds off the mystery girl for now, and that was the way the blonde wanted it. They were anxious and full of questions. Would they be able to handle the answers? More importantly, was she? Although shy, she was never known to be a coward. Standing abruptly, gaining the attention of those near her, she declared in her loudest voice yet,
" It is time."
And everyone knew exactly what she meant. **********************************************************************
Once again, all were assembled in yet another living room. This one had a balcony, and the sliding glass doors let through the sun's final rays before itself retired and let the moon rule the night. Orange, reddish, and rosy hues filled the room, bouncing off the walls and some glowing onto her, giving the blonde a warm, fuzzy feeling inside, very unfamiliar but very welcome.
"It's beautiful," she whispered.
Trunks who was sitting next to her, leaned forward. "So are you," came his faint reply, his voice snapping her into the real world.
She slowly looked around the room, at the people who formed a semi-circle around her with their chairs, her eyes searching. Some eyes were bright and innocent. Others dark, clouded with unforgettable misery in their past. A few eyes sparkled with curiosity. One set of blue eyes were intently focused upon her, a growing love in them she was trying to ignore and not reflect back.
All of these souls waiting for her to speak. And so she did.
"I know you all have questions. But let me just tell you the story first, the story of my life. The beginning is where all stories start, and it will help you better understand this so we can all create an ending to our liking."
All eyes still on her, no one moved; none spoke.
"As you all know, the tyrant Frieza blew up the planet Vegeta-sei, killing all its inhabitance, excluding Goku, Nappa, Raditz, and the Prince. However there was another who lived. Not by luck, or fate, or twisted favor from Frieza. She had the gift of physic powers, and saw the future of her doomed planet. She could have warned her people, they trusted in her powers, and knew what she could do. But her malicious heart thought only of herself. And so by paying a very dear price, she obtained the secret of black magic to not only find out the exact date and time of Vegeta-sei's destruction, but to prevent anyone who suspected the tyrant of foul play of telling the king. For some unknown reason, she abhorred royalty.
She fled the morning of, so no one would notice a missing pod, or care for that matter. No saiyan witnessed her departure. But the heavens above see everything. They knew her heart and felt the evil living inside of it that ate at her soul because of the dark magic she had called upon. Those in heaven wept at this evil that would have her betray her own people, and I cry out at night as well, for this woman was my mother."
Short gasps were made at this comment. The eyes most widened in shock. Some urged her to continue. A few held pity, and others contained wariness, would the evil that her mother possess lie within her also? But the eyes that were the most haunting were Vegeta's. His eyes burned; seethed with hatred and rage. Not directed at her - it was for the kingdom and the people he lost that could have been saved had they knew when her mother had- and so she felt the burn anyhow. She could not gaze at those tormented depths any longer, so she dropped it.
"After running out of fuel, she floated for months. She should have starved to death, but those, which put life into her, still had another purpose for her. So instead of perishing, she was put into a cryogenic sleep, freezing her, pausing her life systems, and suspending the aging process. Very rarely do they interfere in businesses down here, but when they do, it's for something very important.
She must have been a piece of vegetable space junk for, let's see. Vegeta was eight when the planet was destroyed, right? When she was finally revieved, the first planet she came across was earth. In my timeline Vegeta was 24 when she landed. So that's-"
"Sixteen years," Gohan said eager for her to get on with the story.
"Yeah. So when she landed, she followed the usual ritual of saiyans and tried to conquer earth. But against the Z shenshi consisting of Super saiyan Goku, Gohan, and Vegeta, she didn't stand a chance. Because she did not kill anyone, just blew up a few houses in a small village, they let her live. Who knows, Vegeta might have been my daddy if she played her cards right!"
Bulma subconsciously growled, Bra giggled, and Trunks grimaced. She could've been his sister. "I would never bond with that unworthy piece of trash!"
Goku frowned. "That's still her mother, Vegeta."
She gave Goku a gracious, thankful smile. "That's okay, I understand. I am not responsible for the actions of one who came before me. As for the Z shenshi, she fabricated some tale of her survival. They never knew her evil deeds, and so she was accepted into their group, but she avoided Vegeta at all costs. She trained with them, and almost became a super saiyan. But she had lost all of her physic powers. Never again did she have a vision. If she had still obtained them, she would have known the coming of the androids, and would have probably left another doomed planet. But as fate had it, she stayed and eventually got married. The next year, she had me.
When I was seven, the androids struck. My father volunteered to fight, trying his best to hide his wife and I. They both knew of her strength, but he thought it best that his daughter had her mother. But the androids found her first. She died trying to protect me, the first honorable deed accomplished in her life. Ironically enough, her evil malicious, tainted heart was ripped out of her own chest and crushed by one who had no heart at all."
She looked directly at Eighteen as she said it. Eighteen crossed her arms in her usual complacent manner, but her eyes had visible hurt and compassion. Her eyes, and more importantly, her heart held emotions such as love, forgiveness, humility, and grace. She was forgiven for her deeds a long time ago.
"But that was a different world," she finished gently. "Things turned out much better here." She took a deep breath, and continued. "It was my father who told me of my heritage. He was killed a few years after my mother.
Being trained in some martial arts I could protect myself, and at the ripe old age of nine, I wandered a broken world, without anyone. I kept my ki low as to not stand out to the androids, walked from destroyed town to town, searching for the rumored underground city. I did eventually find it, and it turned out in my world that Videl was the mayor of it. It was one of the only places not discovered by the androids. She had a very big family of eight children."
"Wow," was all Gohan and Videl could manage to say. Gohan shot her a questioning look, and she vigorously shook her head. 'Ha! Eight saiyan children in one house, what do they think I'm on?'
As if reading her mind the blonde said, "Videl was a firm believer in replenishing earth's sparse population. She took me into her already large home, and I became a part of the family. But one day, she told me of a boy that had defeated the androids and thought he might know my powers and show of strength better than I.
I had never been taught how to scan for ki, but in a couple of days I located him. He was helping rebuild West Capitol." 'And after he took off his shirt, I knew I was following him home.'
"So I followed him home, which he knew I was doing, and after six years of living with Videl, I moved in with Bulma and Trunks at Capsule Corp."
She searched the eyes. They told the truth. She had told more than she wanted to already; these people were smart and could put two & two together. But the eyes were still needy, still questioning. The blonde braced herself for the onslaught of questions to come.
"You don't look very saiyan to me brat." Flames still lingered in Vegeta's stare.
"Neither do your own brats," she quipped. "But I have proof." The back of the knee of her baggy black pants twitched. Then the twitch moved upwards, past her thigh, then over her butt, then a slender light brown furry tail wormed its way out of her pants.
"Convinced?" She swung it around for emphasis, then wrapped it around her waist. It was Gohan's turn. " How old were you when you first met Trunks?"
"Sixteen."
"So now you're-"
"I'm eighteen." Trunks scratched his head. She looked 16 to him. Maybe it was her tomboyish clothes.
Videl piped up. "So Mirai Trunks gave you the ring?" The blonde smiled, knowing how Bulma and Chi-Chi's interest peaked at the mentioning of the ring.
"Yes he did. Believe it or not, he found it. Bulma knew a jeweler, so he secretly had it appraised and set. Then he gave it to me." She looked at it fondly.
The women sighed. "How romantic!" Bulma was a sucker for things like that, considering she never had a ceremony, let alone a ring.
"So you guys are married then." Coming from Bra, it sounded more like a statement, not a question. But they waited with baited breath anyhow.
"Well. . ." She nervously twisted the beloved ring around her finger and bit her lip. "It's complicated."
A chorus of 'oh's, and 'I see's filled the room, and the many eyes now adverted themselves with the exception of Trunks'. The question made his blood boil, and he wouldn't put it past Bra to ask it just to piss him off. But her response left an opening. A small one, but he wasn't going to let it go.
He looked over to her, she was flustered with embarrassment. What had gone on between her and his future counterpart? If others had been speculating upon that matter, a bellowing Piccolo soon interrupted them.
"Enough with the chit-chat! This isn't Oprah! I don't care who's screwing whom! Why are you here?"
An unreadable expression crossed the girl's face. Then, a cocky grin. "There now Piccolo. Patience is a virtue." Her placid response amused even eighteen. "And I thought you Nameks were so calm and docile. But you should know why I'm here. And yes I need your help. Just as the world was beginning to be repaired and turn itself right side up, a disease struck.
It's a rare virus that attacks your immune system and makes it work against the body God intended for it to protect. The 1st sign of the virus is the palynokimetian flu."
"What!" Chi-Chi interjected. "I was on the phone today and I swore I made it up. It's the name of the flowers that used to grow around my castle as a little girl. My mother loved them. We called them paly's for short."
"Yes, that is what the flu is named after because the flower is an essential ingredient of the medicine for it. We searched for months, but after the destruction from the androids, it's extinct in our world. Bulma tried to find an alternate cure, but she soon got sick. It hasn't shown signs of affecting saiyans yet, but the virus could always mutate. And even if it didn't, a world with only two people is not one I'd look very forward to living in. I didn't want to leave. But I had to. I wanted to leave the last time Trunks took off for this timeline, but he wouldn't let me. It's my turn to save the world. I don't want to return to find my friends and family dead. Will you help me?"
Her earnest plea stirred their souls, and every person in the room had risen without a second thought and agreed to help.
"Honey, of course we will. And you'll stay with us until we are done." The blonde looked, the eyes, some filled with tears for her situation, others for her. The love coming from those eyes lifted a burden from her heart, and she felt the joy rush in. A tear slid down her cheek, which she hastily wiped away; only to have another soon follow.
"Stop crying brat, of course we already said we'll help."
"Oh Vegetable- head!" she ran over to Vegeta and jumped into his arms, giving him chase kisses of joy on his cheeks. He stiffened from the unexpected show of affection and maladroitly dropped her. The stifling of laughter could be heard. Vegeta humped. 'That's something Pan would do,' he thought.
The girl giggled, now from her spot on the floor unperturbed. Trunks stood near the balcony doors, his arms crossed, a pang of jealousy for his father's extra attention from her evident in his eyes.
"Shouldn't we start looking?" he inquired trying to get as far away from that moment as quickly as possible.
"Look out the doors you're standing in front of Trunks." Gohan's voice always one of reason. The stars were now out, a very pretty quarter moon shone, showing off as the goddess of the night. " It would be easier if we started in the morning.
Marron offered a hand to the girl who was still on the floor. "Why'd you wait so long to tell us?"
Accepting the hand, she stood up. "Because you would all be out helping me against my wishes."
"What?"
The blonde now had everyone's attention again. She brushed a stray strand out of her face.
"Tell me this: If I had told you my predicament when I first arrived would you have gone out to look for the flowers, even if I asked you not to go today?"
There was silence for a moment. Eighteen was the first to respond. "I owe Mirai Bulma and Mirai Trunks a lot. If you, someone I hadn't met before told you not to go help them, I'd still go." 'After I gave you a good swift kick in the ass,' she mentally added. The others nodded in agreement.
"Well, had you gone today you would've found something you wouldn't like. And while you could go tomorrow, I suggest you train because that's where I'll be."
Another chorus of 'what's resounded. She hushed them all with one stern look. "I can't explain how I know this. I guess I inherited my mother's telepathic powers. But when I first woke up in your lab, something deep inside told me not to tell you guys anything yet. I waited, and as the day went on, it was revealed to me why. Something is coming, and you aren't ready for it yet. The flowers can wait. We all need to train."
Murmurs arose form this. She searched their eyes once more, for as her mother once told her, the eyes can never hide what a person is feeling. Some were scared and apprehensive. The blonde yawned and stretched.
"I'm sleepy."
Bulma finally ficked on a light. "One more question for the night."
"Shoot," she replied.
"Girl, what is your name?"
The previous murmurs immediately ceased. The blonde looked as if deep in thought. Should she tell them, answer truthfully? It wouldn't have been as issue if it weren't for Vegeta. Somehow she knew he already suspected. 'Those saiyan princes are too damn smart,' she thought, with a smile.
"What's so funny brat?"
"Nothing Veggie-kun." She yawned again, ignoring the eager faces of those around her, awaiting her answer. It had truly been a long day.
"My name is-"
A huge explosion cut her off, shaking the very foundations of the Capsule Corp. domicile.
"What the hell was that?"
It had been a long day, and it proved to be an even longer night.
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