Myshel threw down her dishrag and sighed. Of the three jobs she had, this waitress business was what she hated to do the most. Cars themselves interested her, and it was always fun to mix up drinks and observe what different personalities would come into the bar, and how drunk some people would get. But this job was just killing her.
Myshel looked up to find her manager, as her shift had just ended, and Maurine was late for hers, again. Maurine took her spot, but she was always off doing something else, and Myshel almost always had to cover for her for around fifteen or so minutes. It was really getting annoying, and this time, Myshel had something that she had to do.
It was Monday, perhaps the busiest day of the week for her, and yet, she still found time to meet up with Rejhan. Kami did they have a great time yesterday. Of course, Rejhan kicked her butt easily, but Myshel was just thrilled that she had found someone to train with, and one that could punch back just as hard, if not harder, when she attacked. The last time she went to her karate class, she just about knocked out her sensei, and she still hadn't found anyone that could move fast enough to give her decent competition. Anyways, she had convinced one of her coworkers to take over her bartending job for tonight, and she was going to meet Rejhan at a small diner just outside the city limits to talk, since they really didn't do much of it yesterday. Their sparring match overran just a tad, and Rejhan had to hurry off to breakfast before her parents or brothers caught her training. Myshel guessed that her family didn't agree with her fighting. This was one of the questions that she had for her newfound friend.
Making eye contact with the manager of the restaurant, he glanced at his watch and then waved her over. Myshel wove around the tables swiftly, and stood in front of the manager, praying silently that he would let her go so that she could finish at the garage early and have enough time to clean up for the dinner meeting.
"Maurine not here yet?" the manager asked. Sadly, Myshel shook her head. He sighed. "Well, Myshel, normally I would ask you to cover for her until she finally does show up, but I know your schedule on Monday's, and someone so young shouldn't have to work as hard as you do. I'll have one of the hostesses take her spot for a while. You can go, Myshel, see you tomorrow."
Thanking Kami that at least her boss was sensitive enough, she thanked him and retreated to the kitchens, where she pulled her bag out from underneath a sink in the corner and headed out the back door. She walked three blocks, the shortest distance she ever needed to walk to get to the bus stops, and boarded a bus that went to the west side of town. About a half an hour later, she strolled into a greasy garage and walked towards the back.
"Hey Mac, what ya got for me today, I gotta get outta here a little early," Myshel said casually to a pudgy little figure that was partially hidden under the hood of a red pickup truck in the center bay. A black, grimy face looked up and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Myshel, thank Kami you're here. I can't figure out what the hell is up with this engine, then you've got four inspections, two tire rotations, and a complete tuneup for today. The list is on the whiteboard in the staffroom."
"Got it, Mac, be right there."
Myshel stepped into the inner part of the garage and pushed open the employee entrance, where she went into the bathroom to change out of her slacks and polo shit, and into a set of dark blue coveralls. She left the front unbuttoned, revealing a white tank top. She tied a bandanna on her head, then went outside to get to work.
Rejhan sat down after squeezing the last bowl of fried rice on the table. Goku, Gohan, and Goten had already begun to shove everything in sight into their mouths, but Rejhan took everything at a slower pace. She didn't want to overeat, especially since she was meeting Myshel that night.
Rejhan had surprised herself when she had arrived home before her mother had even put breakfast on the table yesterday morning. They had taken a little bit longer sparring than intended, and it took a lot of strength to look at her mother and tell her that she was just taking a jog in the mountains. Hopefully, this story would stand up to her mother's scrutiny.
"Rejhan, why did you leave so early yesterday morning?" Goten asked innocently. Goku paused his eating for just a moment, looking from his son to his daughter to his wife, before resuming the stuffing of his face. Gohan didn't even look up, and Goten just picked up another bowl. Rejhan swallowed nervously.
"I felt up for a jog, that's all," she said with as much confidence as she could inject into her tone. It sounded pretty believable, too. ChiChi looked at her only daughter suspiciously.
"You left pretty early, sweetheart, what possibly could have taken that long?"
Rejhan swallowed again. Now she had to think. Technically, she had never been allowed to train, so she wasn't supposed to be able to cover the same distances as her brothers and father...so what could she say? She had to think of something fast, her mother wasn't going to wait forever.
"Well?"
"I did around four or five miles, Mom, it kinda takes a while," Rejhan said slowly. She kept her eyes on her mother as ChiChi silently began to calculate in her head. Rejhan took a deep breath as her mother opened her mouth to speak.
"Ok then. I just thought it was a bit early for a jog, but to cover that kind of distance is understandable."
'Phew. That was a close one.' Rejhan thought, turning her eyes, and her attention, Back to her breakfast.
Rejhan finished the bowl of rice she had in front of her, and gobbled down another before excusing herself from the table and going to her room. She still had about two or three hours worth of time to kill before she was due at the diner. But what to do? She had to lie low for a few days, that was for sure, because ChiChi wasn't about to let her off the hook that easy. She would definitely be keeping a closer eye on her for a while. First, she thought of taking a nap, but she wasn't tired enough. It wasn't until she felt her father and brothers' ki head outside and begin to flare that she found something worth while to do.
Smirking and closing her eyes, the vibrant forms of her three male family members glowed brightly. Rejhan shook her head at the fact that they were going to train right after lunch, but seeing as strong stomachs kinda ran in the family, it really wouldn't be a problem.
The forms stretched and bent for around twenty minutes before things finally got interesting. It looked like Gohan and Goten were taking on Goku in a double-team kinda match. Watching their ki signatures from the inside of her eyelids, Rejhan flopped down on her bed and relaxed, watching the show that was already beginning to heat up.
Myshel walked into the diner and took a seat on the plastic benches that lined the windowsill directly to the left of the door. A hostess approached her, but Myshel said that she was expecting someone, and that she would just go ahead and wait. She didn't have to wait very long until Rejhan appeared through the double doors. Myshel smiled and rose to her feet.
"How ya doin'? Please don't say you got into trouble about breakfast yesterday, because I don't know what I would do with myself," Myshel said, a look of concern and happiness in her eyes at the same time. Rejhan laughed a bit.
"It was a close one. I thought I was gonna get it today at lunch, though. I'll tell you about it at the table."
They sat down at a small table towards the back of the restaurant. They both got something to drink, ordered around half the menu each, and started talking immediately.
"We sit down for lunch today, right, same as always, when my little brother asks why I left so early yesterday morning. I told him I went for a jog, but then the question came up that I left pretty early for just a jog. I thought I was going down, but I told my mother that I did several miles, and I think that she bought it. At least for now." Rejhan said with amusement. They both laughed at this as a waiter brought their drinks to the table.
"So what's the deal really, your parents don't let you train?" Myshel asked, sipping her drink and grabbing a tortilla chip from the basket in the middle of the table. Rejhan sighed.
"That's the gist of it. You see, I have a twin brother named Gohan, and a little brother, Goten. They're allowed to train, but my mother already wasn't happy with Gohan training that I guess she didn't want me having anything to do with the fighting world. My brothers have been fighting from a young age, but I've technically not been allowed to. I guess mum has always just wanted to keep me all to herself, and out of trouble. I kinda break the rules on that one though..." Rejhan explained, breaking off into slight giggles with the last sentence. Myshel nodded her head in understanding.
"That really bites...of course, at least you have a family around. I have no one."
Rejhan looked at Myshel funny. "No one? Who do you stay with, then?"
"I live in an apartment by myself. I have no family left at all. My mother died a few days after I was born, and my father was a complete idiot. He died a couple years back, serving time in prison. I don't think there was ever a time when my body was in good condition when I lived with him, though. I lived with foster parents for a while, but most of them were just arrogant snobs that were only in the foster care business for the money. I ran away when I was fifteen, and have been on my own ever since."
Rejhan was speechless. And she thought that she had it bad with her parents leaving her out of the warriors' scene this whole time. Here you had a girl who has been completely on her own for around two years, and before that, she was abused and passed around like a little rag doll. Suddenly, life was looking much sweeter.
"So is Mizzano your father's last name or your mother's?"
"My father's. I figure he's my dad, and there's no point in hiding it. Besides, I don't think my mother even had a last name."
"That's strange, why not?"
"I don't really know, to tell you the truth, but on my birth certificate, she only has a first name." Myshel reached into her little blue backpack and pulled out a yellow envelope, took out a battered piece of white paper, and handed it to Rejhan, who took it and studied it for a while.
"Father...James Patrick Mizzano...Mother...Adrynnynn...?" Rejhan mumbled. Myshel nodded slightly. Their food arrived, the first wave at least, and Myshel picked up her fork and began to eat. Rejhan glanced at her for a moment before looking down at the paper again.
WAIT! Rejhan looked at Myshel again. She eats like a saiyajin... Rejhan thought. She glanced at Myshel's birth certificate again, just staring at her mother's name. Adrynnynn...it definitely was nothing she had ever heard before on Earth. And it sounded like...funny enough...but it sounded saiyajin.
Rejhan handed Myshel's birth certificate back to her. "How did you get a hold of this anyways? Wouldn't, like, the last foster parents you had have it still since you kinda ran away?"
Myshel shook her head. "The one foster parent that I had that I would have gladly stayed with the rest of my life gave it to me to hold on to. She said that it belonged to me and not to someone with no relation. She said it may not be much, but at least it was a little clue to who I was..." Myshel trailed off as a plate of orange chicken was placed in front of her, and she dug in.
After saying goodbye to Myshel and making a date to train the coming Sunday, Rejhan headed in towards the city a little bit before she closed her eyes. She focused her sense on one ki signature in particular, and wasn't surprised to find him up and training still. She walked down and alley before jumping high into the air, then leaping from building to building towards one place;
Capsule Corp.
After a short while, the large dome came into view, and Rejhan leapt off the rooftops and walked the rest of the way. She hit the pager button on the gate to the complex, and seconds later, Bulma's voice appeared.
"Capsule Corp, how can I help you?"
"Hey Bulma, it's me Rejhan. Can I talk to Vegeta for a second?"
"Hey Rejhan, sure you can, that is, if you can get him to listen to you. But of course, I'll try to help you out in that department."
"Thanks Bulma!"
A moment later, a faint buzzer sounded, and Rejhan pushed open the gate and made her way inside Capsule Corp. Around ten minutes later...
"VEGETA GET YOUR SHORT ASS OUT HERE NOW!" Bulma screamed. Vegeta just smirked at her through the gravity room's little window in the door and went back to his push-ups. With a final sigh of rage, Bulma stormed over to a panel on the wall. Ripping the metal door open, she took hold of four different wires, yanked them out, and then plugged them back into different spots.
"ARG WOMAN! WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!?!" Vegeta howled from the G.R., Vegeta now stuck painfully to the floor, the gravity now having been turned up way more than what he was used to. He couldn't reach the panel to turn it down, so now he found himself at the mercy of the woman of the house, which, generally speaking, wasn't a good thing.
"NOT ME YOU IDIOT, REJHAN WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!!" Bulma screamed. Rejhan couldn't help but giggle at this whole thing. Even though the couple did it all the time, it never ceased to be a funny sight to watch the Prince of the Saiyajin race being bossed around by a complete human.
"Why should I talk to that brat of Kakarott's? She has nothing to do with me!"
Rejhan decided to speak up. "Because, I'll make you a bowl of sweet and sour chicken if you just answer a question or two for me."
Vegeta now was faced with a decision. Rejhan knew how much he had loved that sweet and sour chicken that Rejhan had made for lunch when he had been over sparring with Goku, and come to think of it, he was kinda hungry...
With a surrendering sigh, Vegeta yelled for Bulma to turn off the gravity, and he would answer whatever questions Rejhan had. A few minutes later, Vegeta was sitting at the kitchen table, with Rejhan at the stove, talking to him at the same time.
"I met a girl the other day, when I was jogging in the mountains. She was off for a run, too, and we started to talk," she began. Vegeta snorted.
"Get to the point."
"She's been on her own for two years now, and the only information she has about her mother is her name. Her mother's name is Adrynnynn, does it sound familiar to you?"
Vegeta went quiet. First he looked down at the table, then up at the ceiling. It was almost like he was avoiding answering the question, like it caused him too much pain to do so.
"Does the brat have ice blue eyes?"
Rejhan was taken aback by this counter-question. How could he guess that?
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"Adrynnynn is a saiyajin name. I knew her, too. She was the youngest female to ever achieve the elite status...but that's not what scared everyone about her. Her eyes were ice blue, the only pure saiyajin I know to ever have an eye colour different than black, and it spooked most people out..." Vegeta trailed off, thinking some more. This, however, was all that Rejhan needed to know. After rewarding Vegeta with his bowl of sweet and sour chicken, she thanked him and Bulma, and then left Capsule Corp.
Ok, thats chapter 2 for ya! The first chapter was written by both Rejhan and me, but this chapter was totally me!! Rejhan's got teh next one, so until then!
Myshel, Rejhan