A year later on a planet called Earth

Lumpy landed hard, in what seemed to be a green house. She opened her eyes, unable to recall anything from the impact.

"Oh my goodness! What happened?!" A middle aged woman with short black hair, very slant eyes, a black dress, and a pearl necklace ran into the green house.

"GAHHHHH AN ALIEN! HUNNY! IT'S AN ALIEN!" The woman screamed hysterically, as she slowly backed away from the pod.

"Shhhh, we have to be careful." A man, who seemed a bit older, with the same eyes as the woman came into the green house. He was bald, with a gray mustache, wearing dress pants and a dress shirt.

What? What's going on here?! Where… where am I?

Lumpy tried to get up, and only managed to fall over onto a green button, causing the pod to open.

The couple approached the pod, the man placing a hand on his handgun.

"Darla look! It's a girl! It's a little girl! Look!"

The man climbed into the pod, and lifted Lumpy out with a grunt.

"Forget the little part, she weighs a ton!"

As he was putting her down, he felt something soft and fur like in his hand. When he looked to see what it was he screamed from shock—it was a tail!

"Harold it's a monkey! It's a MONKEY Harold! It's a monkey child! Get rid of it!" Darla reached for a nearby rake, prepared to take action.

"Get a hold of yourself Darla! Now look, if she simply had no tail she would look like a normal human being. I say we just get rid of her tail."

Harold looked at the girl, a loving look in his eyes.

"We should call the FBI, the police, the Men in Black, ANYONE! This isn't our problem Harold!" Darla raised her rake up a bit more.

"Fine Darla. If you want to 'get rid' of the girl, you have to do it… you also have to deal with all the press, all the questions, all the investigations—"

Darla threw her rake on the ground. "You are so impossible sometimes Harold." She took in a deep breath and seemed calm. "We can keep her until we find out who—or what she belongs to… we have a reputation you know…BUT we have to get rid of that disgusting tail!"

A smile came across the man's face. "Well she's asleep; we might as well do it now."

Being one of the best doctors in the world, removing the tail wasn't going to be a problem for him, as he was a veterinarian as well.

"Now, I have to first check how hard I can pull it before she wakes up." With that, Harold grabbed Lumpy's tail and pulled with all his might.

What, who is he? What's he doing? Ouch! OW! OWWWWWW STOP STOP STOP STOP!

*SNAP*

Harold and Darla looked in horror as Harold held the tail in his hand.

"Hurry Harold! She might die from blood loss!"

To their surprise, when Harold came upon the girls body… there was no blood. The only evidence of the tail ever being there was a light brown circle, which could pass as a birth mark.

Lumpy opened her eyes and rolled onto her back. Tears streaming down her cheeks, but she remained quiet.

Harold picked up the girl, gently.

"Shhhh, it's okay now… you're safe."

She looked at the man, then at the woman. They were very different from the people she was used to seeing. Their faces were calm and soft with gentle smiles, unlike the people she was usually around; whose faces were always hard and stern.

"Can you tell us your name?" Darla walked closer to the child, and stroked her cheek with the back of her hand.

Try as she might she couldn't remember her real name. She had spent most of her time serving the Prince and he only ever called her Lumpy.

Hesitantly, she cleared her throat, and at first the word came out quiet and dry, from not speaking in a whole year. After a few more tries it finally came out.

"Lumpy. My name is Lumpy."

The couple laughed hysterically, knowing it was probably a nickname given to her due to her size.

Darla smiled at the girl. "You're a funny child aren't you? You're looking at two very well known people you know. We won't let you go around having people call you that!" The couple laughed once again.

Lumpy looked up. They didn't seem like royalty, or even first class warriors to her--- what could possibly make them important?

Darla and Harold explained to her where she was and who they were. Darla was a world renowned actress and singer (she had to explain what those two things were as well)---having performed in every country in the world, and winning more than 200 awards for her acting. Harold was one of the world's top doctors. Serving people from presidents, to royalty.

Still confused, but much less than before--- Lumpy simply nodded her head.

"Now what shall we call you?" Harold patted her on the head.

After a long discussion, the couple finally found the perfect name for the young girl.

"Your new name is Mitsuko." Harold beamed with pride for thinking of this name.

"Mitsuko?" Lumpy had never heard such a name.

"It's Japanese. It means 'child of light' and since you came into our lives like a meteorite, it seemed like the perfect name."

Mitsuko smiled. She liked this name a lot more than Lumpy.

The couple carried the girl into the mansion. Harold hired some close workers to hide the pod somewhere, dispose of the tail, and also repair the destroyed green house.

A room was set up for her. The room had off white colored walls, and carpet. In the room was a king sized bed with a golden frame, and green bed sheets and pillows. The room also had a long full length mirror, and a white dresser with golden trimming. Mitsuko's jaw dropped in awe. It wasn't as nice as the Prince's but the simple thought that it was her room made it that much more amazing.

The couple placed her on the bed. She had never laid in one before. The only times she would ever come close to a bed, was when she was fixing the Prince's. It was so soft, and warm. Mitsuko felt as if a thousand angels were hugging her.

I wish father and mother were here…

With that she closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep.

Harold and Darla closed the door behind them. Seeming to be exhausted from their very eventful day.

"We can't keep her Harold. She isn't like us." Darla stared sternly into her husband's eyes.

"Darla, this isn't a curse--- it's a blessing. We're incapable of producing our own children, you know that. You wanted to adopt anyways! Just think of this as adopting a child—minus all the paperwork!" He had a pleading tone to his voice.

Darla had always wanted a child--- a daughter to be exact. After numerous years of trying, it was confirmed that she was unable to have a baby of her own, and that adoption was one of the best and only options. Mitsuko had raven black hair, very dark brown eyes, and was pale skinned---- very similar to Darla. If she thought about it harder, they really did look alike, and people would buy without a doubt that she was truly her daughter. Maybe Harold was right… maybe this was a blessing.

"You win. BUT, if she ever causes trouble, we have to turn her in."

The man placed a kiss on his wife's lips.

"I have a feeling you'll become more attached to her than myself!"

The woman chuckled.

"I beg to differ."