Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with any of the Dragonball series. I own Ima and Appura.

A/N: Warning, this chapter contains a quite graphic scene so if stuff like that makes you uncomfortable, you may want to skip the part in italics later on.

Chapter 3

Extra Terrestrial

The phone rang. And rang. And rang. Finally Ima gave up on Appura answering it and answered it herself. "Hello?"

"Ima? It's Yamcha," said the voice on the other end.

"Yamcha? How'd you get this number?" asked Ima.

"Bulma gave it to me. I was just wondering, do you want to maybe meet up and get a drink tonight? Maybe a bite to eat at that new bar and grill place?"

"You do know Saiyan appetites right?"

"Yeah."

"You're insane for inviting me, Yamcha. But ok, bring your wallet. Meet you at there at seven?"

"Sure. See you later." Ima hung up. Ok, so she had told herself to keep Yamcha at arm's length for now but what the hell? It wasn't everyday a man called up and offered to take her to dinner. She set off up the stairs. In the upper floor of the house were two bedrooms, two bathrooms and Appura's home recording studio. Appura preferred to record her music at home. She always felt uncomfortable at the label's studio, like people were looking over her shoulder at something private. Ima could hear Appura as she stepped onto the landing.

Appura was in her room, apparently on the other line as she was talking to someone. Ima went to the furthest door, the door to Appura's bedroom. She knocked on the door once before opening it. Appura was sat, cross-legged on her bed, a phone in her hand. "Oh, Gohan, I...I have to go," she said, "You going to my dad and Bulma's later? Cool. Speak to you soon." Ima smiled as Appura hung up. Her little girl was coming out her shell again and her stutter was slightly improved. Vegeta's infrequent visits and constant belittlement had made Appura a shy and nervous person. But talking to Gohan had made her a little more confident. She smiled more. Ima had been unsure about Appura making friends with a boy, mainly due to Appura starting her heats but Bulma had helped them out a lot.

She had developed a Saiyan equivalent of the Pill. Bulma had already developed one form of it so that she didn't 'produce any more mini-Vegeta's' was how she had put it. Using that as a base, she had developed one that should suppress Appura's heats and therefore make it safe for her to be around Goku and Gohan without them going all cavemen and dragging her off to their cave. Not that either of them would have realised what they were doing.

Saiyan heats revolved around the moon on their planet of birth. Ima went into heat once every eight years. Appura would come into heat once a month, lasting three days and reaching its peak on the day of the full moon. Luckily, first heats weren't that strong and Marron's party had been the day before the full moon. "Mom?" said Appura. Ima blinked and looked at her daughter.

"Sorry, honey. Look, I'm...going out for dinner with a friend tonight, so can you call your dad and see if you can hang out there tonight?" Ima said softly, carefully avoiding the words 'date' and 'Yamcha' in case Appura accidentally let slip something to Vegeta. He was insanely jealous at times.

"Ok mom," she said, "But tell me, is this a date?" Ima smirked.

"Maybe," she said, slyly.

"Ok, so Appura has my number in case you need me," said Ima as she rechecked her purse to check she had everything, "She's already eaten so she shouldn't need to eat again..."

"Ima," Bulma cut off the Saiyan woman, "This is Appura's father's home...she can help herself to the phone, internet, food, showers, bedrooms, everything. I love that girl as if she was my own; you have nothing to worry about." Ima sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose out of nervous habit.

"I know, Bulma, I just...feel guilty for leaving her here," said Ima.

"You shouldn't," said Bulma, "Vegeta's been such a crappy dad with her the least we can do is let her hang out here so YOU can have some time to yourself, and apparently get laid." She indicated Ima's outfit. Tight jeans tucked into knee high black leather boots, a black halter-neck top that showed just a hint of cleavage and a black leather jacket. Her hair was tied back and her make-up was seductive. Vegeta marched into the room. "I don't see why she has to stay here," he barked, "She's distracting Trunks from his training." Ima seethed.

"Ok, first of all, Bulma, the guy isn't going to get laid, he's just gonna think he is," said Ima, "And Vegeta, either you let your daughter hang out here tonight or I go through Earth's legal system and sue you and Bulma for every penny you've got in back child support." Vegeta stayed silent for a moment, locked in a silent battle of wills with his ex-bed partner.

"What time are you coming back?" he asked, relenting.

"I should be back around midnight, if I won't be I'll call you," she said and she moved to leave. The door opened and Goku and Gohan walked in. "Whoa! Ima! Looking good!" said Goku, "Where are you off to?"

"Mama's got a date!" said Ima as she walked past him.

"Ok, see you later!" said Goku, shutting the door as she left. When she was gone, Goku turned to Vegeta.

"Dammit Vegeta, you get all the best-looking women," he said.

"Bitch," Vegeta muttered, staring at the door that Ima had left through.

"Huh?"

"Her, not you," said Vegeta still glaring at the door as if it had wronged him in some way.

"Oh, pipe down and go watch some TV with your kids," snapped Bulma.

"Appura's here?" said Gohan, hopefully but he backed down when he heard Vegeta growl in his throat like he usually did when he was pissed.

"Hey, how about we make the most of the remaining day light and go outside and spar?" suggested Goku, trying to calm Vegeta down or at least distract him.

"Sounds like a good idea to me," said Bulma, "All of you outside, now!"

Appura sat on the grass, watching as Goku and her father sparred in the air. She felt a faint pang of jealousy. She wished she could fly and was strong enough to spar with the others. Goku and her dad came back to earth. Goku sat himself down next to Appura and picked up a bottle of water. "Your turn, Gohan," he said before taking a sip. Gohan looked from his father to Vegeta.

"Dad, he looks pretty pissed," he started.

"Yeah, enjoy," said Goku. Gohan sighed and then launched himself at Vegeta. He swung for Vegeta's head. Vegeta dodged it and countered with a kick to Gohan's side. They started moving faster than Appura could see. She could vaguely see them moving about the sky above her. Trunks and Goten started cheering the pair of them on, Trunks rooting for Vegeta, Goten for Gohan. Appura lay backwards so she could see the sky without craning her neck, her legs stretching out in front of her.

Gohan caught a glimpse of her in the corner of his eye. His gaze was drawn to her legs, beautiful, long and lean. Vegeta surprised him with an elbow to his side, sending him hurtling towards the ground and straight for Appura. Gohan regained control of his fall just before he landed on Appura, hovering about four inches over her. She'd raised her arms to protect her head and she parted them slightly to see why she hadn't been hit by 155 pounds of Saiyan Hybrid. She moved them when she saw him hovering. Gohan smirked a trademark Saiyan smirk. He then powered up and went Super Saiyan right before her eyes.

Appura's eyes widened as his hair lifted from his scalp and turned golden and his black eyes turned a pupil-less blue-green. He smiled again, but now it was different. When Gohan had smiled at her before, it had made her stomach feel warm but this made it feel like the bottom had dropped out and she felt a little sick. Her breath caught in her throat. He flew over her, turned around and headed back towards Vegeta. Appura laid stock still for a moment, gasping for her breath. "You ok?" asked Goku. Appura turned her head to look at him. Her face was flushed and her pupils were dilated.

"Yeah," she replied, "I'm fine." She sat up and craned her head. Gohan moved so much faster and his attacks so much powerful. Goku grinned at the look of fascination on her face. "What...what is that?" asked Appura. Goku laughed.

"You've never seen a Super Saiyan before?" he laughed. Appura shook her head. Goku chuckled a little more before transforming himself. Trunks and Goten copied him and when Appura looked back up, Vegeta too had transformed. Goku smiled. He could see a little glint in her eyes that he knew. Gohan had had that same glint in his eye the first time he had trained with Goku. It was the innate Saiyan desire to fight and it was fighting its way up inside the Saiyan princess.

Appura lay in her bed that night, staring at the ceiling. Her mother had returned to Capsule Corp about eleven thirty that night, had stated her date was fairly successful and that she would be going out with her mystery date later on in the week. Bulma had immediately jumped in and offered to have Appura stay overnight. But that wasn't what occupied Appura's thoughts. It was Gohan. Gohan and his Super Saiyan transformation. She couldn't stop thinking about it; the sheer power that had buffeted off her body as he transformed, tickling her skin as air was displaced and the sheer proximity of his body to hers. She felt her heart rate rise and she took a deep breath. She had to stop thinking about it or she'd never get to sleep. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind, ignoring the heat that had been rising in her body when she thought of the Hybrid. She rolled onto her side and willed herself to sleep. Slowly she drifted off.

She opened her eyes. She was lying on a table or high-rise bed or something. The room was bland, uninteresting. There was a light shining down on her. She looked around and looked out a window. She was in space! She could see the stars zipping past the window! She sat bolt upright on the edge of the table. She was still in her pyjamas; a vest top and some matching in shorts in a pale blue colour. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end; there was someone behind her! She spun her head round. Whoever it was had moved and fast. They were stood in front of her. She looked in front of her just in time to see a blur move behind her. The temperature dropped and she shivered. Goosebumps jumped up on her skin because she didn't have the same resistance to temperature other Saiyans had. 'Stupid Dad and his no-fighting rule,' she thought as she once again wished she knew how to control her ki like he did. She looked behind her. They moved again, she swung her bead back to the front. Whoever it was, they were hiding in the shadows. "Come out," she said, her voice wobbling more than she would have liked. The stranger stepped forward and out of the shadows. It was Gohan and he was a Super Saiyan.

He walked forward until he was right in front of her. Appura caught herself staring into the pupil-less green-blue eyes and getting lost in them. Her stomach felt like the bottom had dropped out. Her insides felt hot but her skin was still insisting that it was frozen. Was it even possible to be burning and freezing at the same time? He stopped right in front of her. His hand stretched out and tucked her hair behind her ear, trailing a burning path across her temple, down behind her ear and down her neck. His touch felt like an electric shock passed through her. She gasped as his fingers made contact with the thin skin on her neck. Her eyes closed. She felt him bend down and place a kiss next to her right eye where he had started. Her breath caught in her throat again as his lips burnt on her skin more than his fingers had. He gently brushed his lips along her ear lobe as his other hand reached around and held the back of her head, his fingers delving into her hair.

Appura felt herself being pushed backwards to lie down and found she could not resist. He kissed her again at the point where her ear met her neck and continued to follow his fingers route down her neck to the top of her chest where he nipped at the skin. She gasped. He nipped at her skin again then dipped his tongue onto the bite mark. Heat began rising between her legs. His hand left her hair and trailed down her neck, gently stroking the side of her breast as he went, tickling her stomach making her muscles shift as he went, slowly trailing down as he nipped at her neck before his hand dipped between her legs...

Appura sat bolt upright, panting. She looked around and felt slightly comforted by the daylight streaming in through the windows and the fact she was in her own bed. She shifted uncomfortably. That had been one of the most vivid dreams she had ever had. She took some deep breaths and ran her hands through her hair. Words began flashing through her mind. She scrambled out of bed and rushed over to her desk. She flipped open her notebook to a clean page and began scribbling:

You're so supersonic,

Wanna feel your powers, stun me with your lasers,

Your kiss is cosmic,

Every move is magic

She looked down at the words and more began to flow out. She grabbed her phone with her left hand as she continued to scribble words down. She punched in a number without looking. The phone rang for a second. "West City Records," said a voice on the other end.

"Rich M...M...Masters please," said Appura as she continued to write.

"Who's calling please?"

"A...A...Appura Vegeta," Appura reeled off, still staring in amazement at the lyrics beginning to form on her page. There was a series of beeps as she was connected.

"Appura! How are you!" came the voice of Rich Masters, her agent at West City Records.

"Fine Rich, look you know that music that you had floating around that needed lyrics," said Appura, "I've got some, c...can we put it on the album?"

"Yeah, you want to come in tomorrow to record it?"

"You betcha, this is going to be good," she said as she scribbled down a title for the song:

Extra Terrestrial