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I know this one is short, but I promise the next one will be longer with more Goku/Isla

The sounds of bird singing outside of her window was the first this Isla heard before she opened her eyes to see the sunlight peeking through the sheer curtains of the Son's guest room. Closing her eyes again, she lay curled under the blanket and listened to the sounds of the living world that crept into her room. She hadn't hear anything like it in the city, so the precious moments she was given to soak it up was something she was not going to pass up.

She envied the quiet life that Son family lived. Nothing seemed to be able to reach them. Their home was peaceful and had a warm glow that was inviting to her, even if ChiChi was not as welcoming.

'Make sure you thank her,' Isla made herself a mental note as she stretched up from her sleeping posture, 'Make sure you assure her that you're not trying to steal her husband.'

She didn't need an enemy in ChiChi, she knew that for sure. The day before Isla had spent with Goku was friendly, not something romantic. They'd had fun and talked like friends do.

The thought of Goku's innocent grin as he held her while they flew flashed through her mind, kicking up butterflies in her stomach. He had been so sweet. His eyes had been so kind. His touch was so gentle. Her knuckled flew to her head, knocking it as she let out a frustrated growl. She couldn't believe she was acting like a love-sick teenager.

'Stop it! You're an adult.' She scolded herself inwardly, 'You're mistaking kindness for flirtation. Don't wreck this friendship. Maybe you should find another man so you'll stop thinking about Goku so often.'

The thought of another man brushing her hair behind her ear made her frown, but she shook it off. Goku was married. ChiChi, even though she'd spent the previous night being less than a gracious hostess, was nice enough and let Isla sleep in her home. Goten and Gohan loved their family unit. She couldn't bear the thought of being exiled from them. There was such a strong pull inside of her that longed to be near the family. She didn't understand it, but she didn't want it to leave, either.

"Don't mess this up." She stopped and stared into the grey eyes that reflected back at her in the mirror, "You need them."

"Who do you need?"

Isla jumped backward, her eyes snapping to the door to see ChiChi standing in the threshold, petite arms by her side. She didn't look like a woman in her early 40's in the morning light. She looked fresh, like she had just woken up from a peaceful rest, but Isla was sure that she'd already been up for hours preparing breakfast for the three Sayians.

"Oh, um," Isla smiled at the woman, "Bulma, I need to call her. She's probably wondering where I am since the last time was right after I was a giant monkey."

ChiChi didn't return the smile, she simply nodded.

"I already called her last night and let her know that you were safe. She's expecting you this morning after breakfast, which is ready, by the way."

With that, the housewife left the Sayian female standing in the center of the room, a dumb smile on her eager face. Once she was alone again, Isla exhaled deeply. She knew ChiChi felt threatened by her. At that moment, she decided to do everything in her power to do whatever it took to get on her good side.

The smell of a hot breakfast lured Isla from her room not long after ChiChi's invitation. The table had looked almost exactly as it did the night before with Goku at the head of the table and his family on either side. As soon as his eyes locked with Isla's he smiled, his mouth filled to the brim with rice.

"Come eat, Isla!" His words were muffled by the food, "Before it's all gone!"

Quietly, she took the seat opposite Goku and piled rice and egg on her plate. Goten was just as fresh-faced as his mother in his school uniform with is hair combed back. He shoveled food into his mouth quickly as if he were late for something, but Isla knew that was just his normal way of consuming a meal.

"Goten!" A shout from his mother caused all three Sayians to jump to attention. ChiChi cut her eyes at her son, "Stop eating so fast! You'll choke!"

Immediately, the boy straightened before resuming his meal at a slower pace. Isla ate quietly and kept her head low. It seemed as though ChiChi was already in a foul mood and she was hoping it wasn't from her presence.

After the meal, ChiChi stood and began to clear away the dishes from the table, but Isla quickly stood and placed her arm on ChiChi's forearm.

"Let me take care of the dishes again, ChiChi. It's the only way I can thank you for letting me stay and cooking those delicious meals."

It was plain that the woman had never received such an offer by her stunned reaction. She blinked once before giving the Sayianess a small smile.

"How about we go half and half? You wash and I'll dry and put away."

Goku sat back, reaching the bottom of his final bowl. Lowering the rim out of his eye line, he watched the two women clean. There was something peaceful about watching them move together. Letting out a contented sigh, the Sayian sat his bowl down and closed his eyes.

"Are you done? I'll take your bowl."

Opening his eyes, he saw Isla with her eyebrow cocked at him. Her dark hair fell over her almost bare shoulders as she motioned down at the bowl in front of him. Beaming at her, he nodded.

"Yeah, thanks."

He watched as she skirted the table and hurried to the kitchen to help his wife clean up. Truthfully, he could get used to the two women in his house. Something deep inside of him, something he'd never felt before, something supremely Sayian, felt fulfilled.

It was strange to him that he wanted to feed this Sayian urge when he'd never even possessed any of the inclinations before, besides being battle hungry. The thing was, he couldn't even believe that he was so attracted to Isla in the first place. She was just a woman that he'd stumbled upon. Now that she was a Sayian, however, he could hardly keep his instincts to himself.

He watched as ChiChi and Isla chatted casually, Isla arms elbow-deep in dish water as the two women worked. Every now and then, he'd watch ChiChi work in the kitchen after breakfast. She was expert in the way she flowed from spot to spot until the entire place was cleaned to her liking. He loved seeing her in her chosen domain, providing order to her world and his. Even though he was a simple guy with simple pleasures, he knew artistry when he saw it and ChiChi was a true artist.

"Goku! The phone is ringing!" His musing were cut short as he fell into the present. ChiChi stood in the arched doorway that connected the kitchen and the dining room, her hands on her hip with a drying towel draped over her shoulder. "We're busy, so answer it!"

He hadn't even noticed the soft jingle of the telephone until ChiChi drew his attention to it. Putting it up to his ear, he pushed the green button and was treated to Bulma's singsong voice.

"Hello, Son Goku!" She chirped in an uncharacteristically happy resonance. He scratched his nose.

"Uh, hey, Bulma. What's up?"

"Oh nothing," She answered, the sickly sweet tone gained an edge as she spoke, "I'm just buying time until you get here with our new little Sayian because a certain destroyer god and his servant are here to see her and if you don't get here now, one of them will BE SUPER PISSED!"

Her sentence ended in a shrilled scream that almost caused him to drop the phone. Beerus and Whis were at Bulma's. A lot of the time, he didn't know why Bulma was so uptight about them. They weren't bad guys. Beerus was actually pretty cool once you got to know him.

"Ok, ok, Bulma." He replied, shrugging his shoulders at the woman on the phone, "Her and ChiChi are actually cleaning up breakfast, so when they're done I'll—"

"I SAID NOW, GOKU!"

After a soft click, Goku was left listening to a dial tone before he cut his end of the line. Crossing his arms over his chest, he walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorway.

"Sorry, ChiChi, but that was Bulma. Whis and Beerus are at Capsule Corp and we have to go meet them."

A knot grew in Isla's stomach while her heart began to pick up its pace. She was going to meet the being that could help her get home. Although, she was definitely excited, a small cloud of resistance formed in the back of her mind.

"They're here?" She whispered absentmindedly as she placed her dish in the sink and turned to Goku. Setting her jaw, she whipped the towel from over her own shoulder and nodded at him. She was going home and getting back to her old life.

"Let's go."

Bulma paced back and forth in front of the door to her large home. Vegeta was anxiously waiting on the destroyer god and his attendant on the balcony that they were usually entertained on when they stopped by for a lavish meal.

She tapped her manicured nails against her biceps as she walked, her arms crossed underneath her breasts. At first, she couldn't believe that Isla was gone when she went to check on her the day before, but, after ChiChi's phone call that night, she couldn't believe that it was taking them so long to get to Capsule Corp.

"What was she thinking going off like that with the boys? We don't know what her body is like now!" The blunette murmured angrily to herself as she watched the sky impatiently, waiting for the Sayians to appear.

"Hey, Bulma!"

The sound of Goku's voice from behind her caused her to turn on her heel, her eyes wide with surprise. The two Sayians stood before her, Isla dressed in the same clothes as the day before, but a bit more disheveled then when Bulma had left her in the sick bay.

"You scared me, you bonehead!" She yelled, her hand flying to her chest in an attempt to calm her racing heart. Grabbing Isla's forearm, she tugged the younger woman toward her. Almost immediately, Bulma's nose crinkled as she caught a smell of Isla. "Holy shit, you need a shower before you meet a literal god."

Isla cut past her friends, silently making her way into the house. Bulma shot Goku an empathetic look. They knew she was nervous, and truthfully, so were they.

One hot shower later and Isla was stalling behind the half open curtain that was used to block sunlight from the glass patio doors where Beerus, Whis, and the others sat and talked. Tugging at the hem of her shirt, she was trying to muster the courage to join them. Suddenly, the curtain and door flung open, making her courageous decision for her.

"Come on out," Whis's lilting voice called to her as she stared at his and who she decided was Lord Beerus's backs in surprise. "We already know you're here."

The younger woman cleared her throat, stepping over the threshold and into the small dining area.

"Sorry," her voice was weak as she approached the table, taking a seat beside Goku who was inhaling the food before him. Isla glanced over at him in amazement. He'd just eaten breakfast and now he was fighting for food like it had been airdropped in front of him.

"Well, well, well," A gruff voice caught Isla's attention. She looked over to see the infamous destroyer god seated directly in front of her. From the back, she thought he'd look like a cat because of the ears. From the front, she could tell that she was right. The Egyptian garb he wore made her think of a mythological god, and being a cat, it was all the more fitting.

The god leaned on his elbow lazily, his eyes boring into her as he sipped his drink.

"I came here to see if I could meet this dimension hopping human girl, but I see now that she's not here."

A lump formed in Isla's throat. She bit her lip and nodded quickly at the god.

"Still a girl, at least."

Beerus sighed deeply, resting his head in his hand and rubbing his eyes with is thumb and forefinger.

"Why is it that you people are always getting into trouble? You know this is one of the greatest taboos of this universe, right? Changing the species of a person."

Goku rubbed the back of his head and frowned, "It's not like we did it on purpose, Lord Beerus. It was an accident!"

"Yeah!" Bulma piped up from her end of the table, "Isn't there a way you can change her back and get her home?"

Beerus's eyes ran from Isla to Bulma and then back again.

"The laws of the universe state that I should just obliterate her for existing."

Isla's eyes widened. She felt her anxiety grow as she could sense her impending doom. Goku grew ridged next to her, one arm flying across her body as if he were going to protect her against an attack from the cat god.

Beerus watched his play things. Goku's energy had been extremely off since he'd arrived, and now, Beerus knew why. He opened his mouth to say something, but was immediately cut off by his faithful attendant.

"My Lord," Whis interjected, his hand wrapped around a steaming tea cup as he brought it to his face, "Might I suggest something?"

"Yes, what is it, Whis?"

Whis's eyes flashed over to Isla for a moment before closing as he consumed his beverage. Placing his cup down, he smiled and sighed with contentment.

"My Lord," He began, "She is from Earth. Not this Earth, no, but a different Earth."

Beerus growled as he looked to his attendant. "Yeah? So? Out with it, Whis!"

"Well," Whis continued, "If this Earth has so many delectable treats, it stands to reason that her Earth has many more dishes that are currently unknown to you. Think of what she could provide to you if she were kept alive."

Beerus's eats twitched as though electricity had passed between them. He hadn't thought about the food from her Earth. Maybe it was even more delicious that the food from the Earth he was currently on.

"You're right, as always, Whis." The god nodded before turning his attention to the newly created Sayian, "You, freak, go create something from your Earth for Whis and I to dine on. This will prove your worth and decided whether or not I cease your existence."

Isla cocked her head to the side, "You... want me to cook for you?"

The sharp sound of a hand slapping the glass topped table came from Bulma and Vegeta's end. The attendants turned to see their hostess standing in a defensive stance with her husband waving his hands at her to stop what she was doing.

"Hold on!" The blue haired woman shouted as she pointed her finger at the god, "You're going to decide whether she lives or dies based on her cooking skills? That's ridiculous!"

Vegeta's arm wrapped around his wife's waist, pulling her down to her seat with his iron grip. He grit his teeth as he shushed her.

"That's also how he decided our fates, so shut up, woman!"

Bulma's eyes widened in realization that he was right. Quickly, her demeanor changed as she smiled and waved off the divine beings sitting at the other end of the table.

Beerus turned his attention once more to the younger woman and furrowed his brow at her. Isla's body shivered involuntarily under his gaze.

"Get to it, freak."

She hadn't really cooked anything during her time in this universe, so her thoughts immediately scattered when Isla took in all of the odd looking ingredients in front of her in Bulma's master kitchen. There were things she'd never seen before and a few she had on her world. Some of the things, she didn't even know if they were fruits or vegetables or meats, but she just pushed those aside and worked with what she recognized.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes as she stood in front of her her meager pile of ingredients. She'd been in this situation once before... kind of. She and Quinn had gotten trapped in her apartment one winter during a snowstorm while Paul was traveling for work. They'd stayed in the small home for four days before one of them could venture out to an open grocery store to get more supplies. The third night, Isla could tell that Quinn's morale was getting low, so she pulled all the food they had in the cupboards out onto the kitchen counter and surveyed.

"You're going to use all of our food on one dinner?" Quinn had questioned her after she'd been woken up from a midday nap by Isla's clattering of pots and pans. Isla just beamed at her and laughed.

"If this is our last meal, I'm going to make sure it's a banger."

That night they had pasta in multiple shapes, lemon-butter chicken, mixed veggies, and a baked meringue. It was a banger, indeed.

Opening her eyes, she took a fresh look at her ingredients.

If this was going to be the last meal she cooked, it was going to be a banger.

After a few attempts and some trial and error, Isla smiled as she looked down at the simmering pot in front of her. If she was going to die, she'd be dying for something she was proud of. Her confidence was boosted by Goku wandering into the kitchen multiple times because of the smell, only to be pushed out and told to go entertain Beerus and Whis. Each time, Isla was met with a whine about how the food smelled so good. Finally, she'd given him a spoonful of her concoction that seemed to satisfy him enough to stay away until the dish was ready.

It was soup. She'd made a potato soup that her grandmother had taught her how to make when she was a child, or at least, a version of it. Lifting the large, filled pot with ease, she made her way to the patio. Fresh, afternoon air hit her flushed face as she placed the pot in front of her judge, jury, and executioner. Her mind disassociated from the situation. Her entire time cooking, she tried to keep the thought that she might be about to die out of her head, but now the effort was catching up to her. Pushing the exhaustion away from her, she rejoined the small party outside.

"It's about time, girl."

Beerus watched Isla dip the ladle into the liquid and start to fill their bowls slowly.

"Soup? You think some soup is going to save your skin?"

Isla let out a deep sigh before turning to the god with a smile forced through her tiredness. Sliding her chair out, she slumped into her seat.

"Yeah, I do."

She could see his large ears twitch at her response as she slid his bowl in front of him. Beerus's tail whipped in anticipation as he stared into his bowl. Whis picked up his serving and inhaled the aroma, giving her a pleasant look.

"It does smell heavenly, my Lord."

Dipping his spoon into the liquid, Whis took a quick sip before squealing in delight. His friend's vocalized excitement caused Beerus to perk up, sweeping his arm around the bowl and trapping it close to him.

"I wanna eat some." A sharp whine came from the tall Sayian sitting beside her, causing Beerus to glare at him.

"You wait your turn, Goku!"

The god eyed the soup before taking in a spoonful. Isla blinked as she tried to read the expression on his face. The group could have heard pin drop in the silent moments it took for Beerus to eat his meal. Leaning forward, the earth dwellers held their breath. The god finally put his spoon on the table, sliding the bowl away from him and cutting his eyes to the young woman.

"Fill it up again."

Letting out a laugh of relief, Isla stood and ladled more into his bowl. The god quickly dug in again.

"I'm glad you like it," She smiled as she leaned back in her chair once more, "So how do I get back home?"

Whis peered at Lord Beerus from under his lashes as he continued to gracefully take in spoonfuls. Beerus simply kept his eyes closed contentedly.

"I'm not sending you home."

Isla faltered. It felt as though she'd had the air knocked out of her lungs. She glanced over at Bulma and Vegeta, the woman's mouth opened in shock at the god's reply while her husband nervously locking eyes with Isla to see what her reaction would be. Goku simply sat, eating the soup he'd poured himself.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

A soft click sounded as Beerus's spoon fell into the empty bowl in front of him. He stood, his arms locking behind his low back. Whis followed his actions, sitting his spoon down softly before standing with his staff in his hand.

"What did you just say?" Beerus's voice was deadly monotone as he glared at the Sayianess. "You dare talk to me in that tone, using that foul language?"

Isla's chair tipped over as she stood, her energy rising with her anger. She'd just spent the last hours fearing for and coming to grips with the end of her life and now this kitty cat was going to play games with her?

"You're not going to help me in the slightest?" She growled as she leaned forward with her fists planted on the table, small cracks forming underneath her force. An electricity built up in her diaphragm. She could feel it rush to her extremities as she glared at the god.

Beerus's tail flicked in annoyance at the mortal's insolence. Leaning forward to meet her scowl, he matched her growling tone.

"I've just given you the chance to keep your retched life, freak. You're a crime against nature and should, by all accounts, be destroyed. Stop whining about returning to you world because it's not going to happen."

Straightening, Beerus closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, signaling to her that he was not going to entertain her request any longer. The Sayianess simply grit her teeth, her mind racing. The god raised his hand, causing Vegeta and Goku to jump back in surprise. They'd seen what he could do with a single word, and really, they were sure they were about to see it again.

"Now, if anything else but, 'Thank you, Lord Beerus', comes out of your mouth next, I'll revoke that generous gift of life."

Vegeta glared at Isla, his brow knitted together tightly as he whispered to her harshly, "Shut up, girl! He will kill you and then, if you make him angry enough, destroy this entire world!"

Goku nodded, his tone dropping into a serious timber, "Vegeta is right, Isla."

Twin spots of shattered glass were all that was left when Isla lifted her fists from the table. Small droplets of blood formed on her knuckles, but the intense rage coursing through her body blinded her from the pain.

"Thank you, Lord Beerus." She said through her teeth, spitting the the god's name as if it were a sour taste in her mouth. Without another word, the woman quickly skirted the party and made her way toward the door. Although Goku felt the urge to call after her, he thought it wise to let her go before she said anything else damning before Lord Beerus.

"Her personality is shifting. The girl I met a few weeks ago would have never spoken to anyone this way, let alone a deity." Whis spoke, catching the Earthlings' attention. He brought his hand up to his chin, his eyes closing as he focused himself, "I've seen this type of temporal change before. Her mind is fighting with the newly found Sayian energy within her. She'll have these bursts more and more until she comes to terms with the new aspects of herself."

Bulma frowned.

"So she's not going to be the same person she was when she came here?"

Shaking his head slightly, Whis sent her a sympathetic look, "You're going to have to help her be that person. She won't be completely lost, but this will get worse before she's stable. She will do things that are completely uncharacteristic. Unless you can help her find the way back to her true self, she'll continue to collect these intense Sayian characteristics."

"So, what you're saying is that she has to channel this?" Bulma tapped her finger against her cheek. Vegeta scoffed, causing her to glare at him, "Well, I don't see you coming up with any ideas."

The prince smirked, his eyes closed in finality, "The answer is obvious. She should train."

Goku's eyes lit up as he stood in excitement.

"Vegeta's right! Training is what helps us control ourselves, right? That's exactly what she needs."

Beerus scratched his chin. Was he really going to allow another Sayian to rise up? He could barely control Goku as it was, so did he need another child to run after like a maid?

Whis glanced at his master, almost reading his mind. Once again, he'd have to change his thought process. He stared at Goku, a smile on his blue lips.

"I cannot see a more fitting punishment than for you two to train your new convert."

Beerus barked out a laugh, his hand slapping against the table, sending a few more spider web cracks through the broken glass.

"Wonderful idea, Whis!"

Vegeta stood quickly, his chair clattering behind him, "What?! Why do I have to take part in this?"

"Because!" Beerus glared at the prince, "You didn't do anything to help the situation either!"

"This is all your fault, Kakarot!" Vegeta shouted, his finger pointed accusatorially at his fellow Sayian, "If you hadn't started spying on this woman, we wouldn't be in this mess!"

Bulma cocked an eyebrow at Goku, his hand behind his head, scratching as he tried to look as innocent as possible.

"What do you mean spying?"

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes, "Oh please, Bulma. Don't you wonder how this oaf just so happened to come across Isla being assaulted? He had been watching her through a portal he'd found in the woods near his house. He watched this woman in her home for months!"

The god's face fell into complete shock. Goku simply sat with the same stupid look on his face. Beerus couldn't exactly process what he was hearing.

"Aww come on, guys." Goku beamed at the small gathering, "It's no big deal."

Whis cocked his head to the side, "Goku, you watched someone in their private home. Do you not feel any remorse?"

The Sayian shook his head, his face twisted in confusion, "No, actually. It just felt... right. I wanted to do it, so I did. I felt great every time I got to see her. I made sure she was safe."

"Well," Beerus tapped his claw on the table, "Now you get the chance to make sure she doesn't get herself into trouble with that Sayian attitude. In the meantime, you'll all come to my planet to ensure the safety of this one while she gains control of herself."

Bulma stood, sighing.

"If you're really taking her, let me talk to her. I'm not sure this news is going to go over well coming from any one of you."

When Bulma found her friend, she was scrubbing the dirty dishes she'd created. Her elbows were deep inside of a large steel pot, the sleeves of her shirt pushed up over her forearms. Apparently, she'd been thinking more than focusing on her washing as evidence by the growing bronze circle underneath her scrubbing pad.

"You're ruining my chef's pot."

Bulma voice caused Isla to jump, dropping the pot into the empty section of sink with a loud clatter. Isla cursed at herself, gripping the side of the sink and lowering her head. The older woman frowned, putting her hand on her friend's shoulder and giving her a comforting squeeze.

"I know that wasn't something you wanted to hear. It's ok to miss you family, your old life."

Isla's gaze found Bulma's, allowing her to read the uncertainty in her eyes. A humorless laugh came from the Sayianess as she gripped the counter.

"That's just it. I was just thinking about how angry I was that I couldn't go back, but then I realized that I wasn't actually missing anything. I miss my family, but I don't miss my old life."

The women stood in silence for a moment before Bulma smiled at her friend.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I enjoy having you here."

Isla smiled. She enjoyed being with Bulma, too. The woman had been a good stand in for Quinn, her mannerisms matching the blonde haired Latina to a 't' sometimes. Isla thought about Quinn a lot. Maybe that's why she had gotten so angry with Beerus about him not letting her go back. She wanted to make sure her friend was ok and, until that moment, had fully expected to be able to be with her again.

Bulma shifted in her spot, her eyes glancing around the kitchen uncomfortably as she intertwined her fingers behind her.

"There's also another thing."

Isla sighed, "What's that?"

"Well, since you're now trying to cope with becoming another being entirely, Beerus thought it would be best if— uh, Beerus just wanted you to—"

Isla blinked at her friend, anxiety building within her. This couldn't be good.

"Beerus wants me to what?"

Bulma sighed, her shoulders slumping forward, "Beerus wants you to go to his planet and let Goku and Vegeta train you so you can get your Sayian-ness under control."

A solid beat passed between them before Isla's expression turned into a glare.

"He thinks I'm not in control?"

Bulma shifted on her feet, biting her lip as she watched her friend.

"Isla, you're gripping the counter so hard you've made indentions in steel."

The girl quickly dropped her hands from the metal, frowning at the marks she'd made in her frustration. Shaking her head, she let out a heavy sigh and leaned her head on Bulma's shoulder.

"God, I'm so sorry!"

The older woman wrapped her arms around Isla's shoulders sympathetically, rubbing her hand up and down her back to comfort her.

"It's ok, you big freak."

Isla laughed, letting out a playful whine as she shifted against her friend. She pulled Bulma into an actual hug before dropping her arms and smiling at her gratefully. The two stood in silence taking in the lighthearted moment before Isla spoke again.

"I have to go where, now?"

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