Dragon Ball © Toriyama Akira, Shuheisha, Inc.


Chapter 3: Strange Connections


The sudden mention of Son Goku's name had made all the warriors taken aback. Though he had saved the Earth so many times, Goku was far from famous as he never bragged about his achievement—unlike most of the heroes in the world. Even the older people wouldn't know about him, so they couldn't figure out how the youngsters knew about him …

Especially since they were the ones who defeated Frieza so easily.

The youngsters didn't wait for their answer as they jumped to the sky as if they had known that the warriors didn't have any choice but to follow.

"It should be around point 573… 18220… So, right around here then," the girl muttered as she checked her wristwatch. As she landed on the ground, followed by her male companion, she took out a capsule and threw it to the ground. The puff of smoke revealed a mini refrigerator filled with various kinds of beverages. "We have so many kinds of beverages here. Feel free to take it," she offered while taking two beverages and throwing one to her male companion.

The boy opened the can and let out a refreshed sigh. Lifting the can, he said to them, "It'll be a while until Son Goku arrive. Since it's hot around here, please take anything you want and relax."

Still, no one dared to move until Bulma walked forward with confidence, taking a beer can and followed by Krillin and Gohan who took juices.

Gohan's curious eyes followed the teens' movement but soon realised that the two were glancing at him once in a while as well. "Anyway, I was wondering how did you guys know about my father? Did you ever meet him before?"

The girl looked down to the ground. Gohan thought they refused to answer but she finally said, "Unfortunately, we never had the honour of meeting him. We just heard some stories about him."

"Then, how did you know that he'd be here in three hours?" Krillin asked.

"I'm sorry, we can't tell you about that," the boy answered.

Vegeta stepped forward and brusquely asked the boy, "What do you mean you can't tell us? Who the hell are you? How both of you possessed that level of powers?"

The boy briefly paused before looking away from him. "…I'm sorry. I can't tell you that either."

Bulma noticed her company logo on both of the teens' jerseys. "Hey, that's our company logo on your jersey. Do you work for our company or something?" she asked.

"N-not really…" he answered.

"Then can you at least tell me your names? Or your ages?" Bulma asked again.

"We're really sorry that we couldn't give out our names, but he's seventeen while I'm sixteen," the girl answered.

"Why can't you tell us your name?" Tien Shinhan asked.

"Yeah… There's no reason to hide it," Yamcha added.

"And do explain why both of you could turn into Super Saiyan! There are only two Saiyans left in existence, three if you count that half-breed whelp! You can't be a Saiyan!" The air was getting even tenser when Vegeta started to yell. "Frieza made sure that our planet has been wiped out. There's no way two of you could be Saiyans!"

"But they changed into Super Saiyan when they were fighting and beat Freeza," Gohan stated.

"And don't you know that all Saiyans have black hair!?" Vegeta said while pointing at the boy's lavender hair. The boy looked down and chose not to say anything while the girl slightly frowned at Vegeta's statement.

"With all respect, Sir. We have our own reason to hide this information from you. Should we want to do anything vile, we would have done it beforehand. For now, please trust us and wait for Son Goku-san's arrival," she demanded as she looked at them one by one. "Please…" she pleaded.

When that still didn't ease Vegeta down, Bulma stepped in between them. "Guys, let's quit asking questions. If it wasn't for them, this planet would have been blown away, so let them be," she said while stretching her arms before the pair as if she'd do that to protect them. When the warriors decided to leave them be, Bulma turned around and winked at them.

"T-thank you …" the boy sheepishly said.

Bulma wagged her hands with a chuckle. "We should thank you. Sorry if they're making you uncomfortable."

"That's okay, we understand. They're doing it out of curiosity anyway," the boy replied.

"You're a nice kid, boy. I'm glad you understand." Bulma smiled as she lightly patted the boy's shoulder. This, Bulma stopped for a few seconds when she sensed something familiar about the boy, even his scent was familiar. She immediately waved the thought away and chatted with the teenagers, who immediately warmed up to her as if they already had the bond, to begin with.

"Man, can you believe that girl just wipe out Frieza and his entire army?" Krillin asked before sipping his lemonade.

"She's getting help from the boy?" Yamcha responded.

"But Goku, even with the help of Vegeta still have a hard time winning against Frieza's Force. I know that Goku might easily win over them now, but these youngsters… Who are they really?"

"I wouldn't believe she possesses the power like Goku and Vegeta if I didn't see it with my own eyes," Yamcha said before drinking his beer. "But that's not what bothers me the most you know?"

"Then what is it?" Krillin raised one of his brows.

Yamcha furrowed his thick brows and tilted his head when he examined her features. "Don't you think she looks… familiar?"

Krillin studied her face and nodded. "Now that you mention it…" The two put their index fingers on their chins, staring intently at her until she glanced in their direction and smiled, in which they immediately looked away.

"So they're the one called Krillin and Yamcha?" she asked, tilting her head in the boy's direction.

"Yes."

The girl's lips simpered into a smile, staring at the warriors that gathered in the place with so much admiration. "The heroes from the past ... I never thought that there will be a day when I'm seeing them in person. It must be nice to have so many companions fighting alongside you."

"Don't worry, this time, we will save them all…" He then gave a small pat on her head.

She smiled at this. "You're right. We will save them all…"

The boy smiled at her before shifting his gaze at Vegeta. He never intended to gaze at him for long—startled when Vegeta suddenly shouted at him, "What are you looking, brat!? If you're a Saiyan then my appearances shouldn't be strange for you!"

Looking extremely flustered, he quickly looked away from Vegeta. "I-I'm sorry."

"Hey, Vegeta! That's enough!" Bulma scolded him before he continued. The Saiyan prince scoffed, rudely glared at the pair before turning his face away from them. The reaction seemed to trigger Bulma instead and they bantered because of Bulma's complaint about Vegeta's rudeness.

The boy smiled. Somewhat amused by their exchanges.

For the rest of the time, the two chose to speak to one another with a fairly low voice so no one could hear what they were talking about. Piccolo tried to listen to their conversation but they didn't pick anything important with his super hearing. It was obvious that they deliberately didn't mention each other's names and spoke general things throughout their conversation.

However, after two boring hours, Bulma approached the two and with a sassy tone she asked, "Hey, are you two in a relationship?"

The girl's expression remained unperturbed. The boy, however, went red like a boiled crab.

"Eh? Err… About that… We…," he stammered. Save to say something was going on between them.

"Honestly, I don't understand myself. What are we really?" the girl briskly answered. Eyes flattened, the boy rolled his eyes to the girl, mouth snapped shut and form a hard line.

"Hee… I see. You should start working your way harder or she'll be taken by another man!" Bulma added, winking her eyes while sassily nudging him with her right elbow. The boy was too flustered to say anything. He glowered at her while she mischievously arched a sly brow at him. "Man up and ask her out, Kid!"

But Bulma didn't stop at that. She suddenly observed the girl, up and down. Mouth formed a big 'O' when she was hit with the realisation. "You know the more I'm looking at you, the more I realised that you're looking like someone I know…"

"Oh really? What a coincidence. May I know who is this someone?" she remained calm while the boy beside her started to sweat all over.

"Yeah, in fact… Gohan! Come here! Take a good look at her, doesn't she resemble your mother? Ah! Let me introduce you, this is Son Gohan, Son Goku's only son, but you might already know about it as well, don't you!?"

The boy was about to say something to the girl, but she nudged him with her elbow. "Don't worry. Let me handle this," she whispered.

Yamcha and Krillin finally pointed at each other. "Oh yeah! She looks like Chichi!" they said in unison. "I can't believe I can't point it out when I was the one to recognise her when she faced Goku in the tournament!" Krillin said as he scratched his head. "The resemblance is uncanny though."

Gohan walked closer to them and took a moment to scrutinize her face. "Yeah, now that you mention it you really look like Okā-san when she was young."

"It's nice to meet you, Son Gohan. I heard things about you as well but I'm sorry I can't give out my name yet."

"It's alright. I wish you could meet my mother, you know? She might be ecstatic to see someone looking like her. She always wishes to have a daughter. If I have a sister, I bet that she'd look like you." However, her face wasn't the only thing that made him feel like he had a deeper connection with her. Everything from her smell, Ki, presence—they were all familiar and comforting.

She softly chuckled. "I see. I heard about this legend about Dragon Balls that could grant your wishes. Maybe you can find it and wish for a sister."

Gohan chuckled. "Yeah, I might want to try that. It's lonely to be an only child you know?"

Her sudden silence made Gohan feel like he had said something he shouldn't. Gohan groggily scratched the side of his face and was about to apologise but instead, she grabbed his hand and said, "I know that feeling so well. But who knows you'd have one or two in the future?"

"That would be awesome," Gohan said with a smile. The more he talked with her, the more he sensed a deep connection with her even with the knowledge that she was a complete stranger. Somehow, knowing her identity was no longer necessary as everything about her, from her Ki, personalities, and gestures already defined her as a good person.

That was all he needed to know for that moment.

"Hey."

The girl craned her head and pulled a sly smile towards her male companion. "How can I help you, Tiger?"

"How could you turn the table and corner me instead?" he said.

The girl beamed him her cheeky smile, slumped on the vacant spot beside him while mockingly stroking his chin. "You know, there's an Eastern war strategy passage that was pretty well-known in my birthplace. It says… Openly repairs the gallery roads, but sneak through the passage of Chenchang."

"And… what is that mean?" he asked.

She smirked. "It means… draw enemy's attention by using a physical bait to avoid their attention on you."

He lifted one of his eyebrows. "By physical bait," he pointed himself, "Do you mean me?"She nodded while smiling triumphantly at him while the boy narrowed his eyes on her. "You truly are a meanie."


AN: The next chapter would be them meeting Son Goku. Of course, a lot of you might have seen this since we already know the timeline. How would Goku react upon knowing that he has a daughter? Stay tuned for the next chapter!

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