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I hadn't noticed that I had passed out as I was half expecting to be in line to be judge by the heaven all mighty.

Instead, I was hooked up on a breathing machine, along with a heart monitor. I blinked up at the blank ceiling, confused to how I got there in the first place.

Thinking back, I remembered an angel, someone who saved me from those horrible people. I thought back at that moment, remembering the woman preparing her blast, aiming right at me. My breath turned ragged, as it was becoming harder to breath. My heart raced as I struggled against all the cords that were attached to me.

I had felt trapped, like an animal.

Two people rushed in, an older woman with bright blue hair, and a man that was probably in his early twenties with short black hair along with a scar that traced down his left eye. The man held me down by my arms, which caused me to become more freaked out.

Just who were these people!?

I started to scream, praying that someone would save me from the horrors that these people had planned for me. I flailed everywhere, although I couldn't move an inch considering how strong this guy was that had me pinned me down.

Sobbing, I was in such a panic state. I had just wanted for my Father to wrap his warm arms around me , to whisper soothing things to me. That everything will be alright.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" I cried out, not hearing a single word these people were saying. It was as if I was seeing a motion picture movie.

I felt a slight pinch in my upper left arm as a soothing liquid was being squirted inside me. Instantly, I stopped flailing around, as the effect was as if I felt like a ton of bricks. I still sobbed from feeling helpless, as I let these two strangers win the battle. I just wished they would have left me to die with those horrible souls.

Why would they just keep me alive to torture me? Mother had told me that people had an ugly side to them, a side that the city usually corrupted them from. She was a firm believer about living in the rural areas.

My eyes felt droopy, as I had no strength left in me to cry anymore. In a daze, I looked at my captors once more .

Darkness encased me soon after that.

I grunted as my body felt extremely heavy.

"Mom! She's waking up!" A young voice quickly said, gathering my attention. I groggily turned my head toward the voice, taking his appearance in. He was lanky, with a bowl cut and purple hair. He was probably about a year or so older than I was if I had to make a guess. The boy turned back towards me, and noticed that I was watching him. We stared at each other for a few seconds, as if we were studying each other.

The door swung open, causing both of us to jump out of our trance. I looked frightfully at the woman who walked in, expecting it to be the monstrous blonde woman that ….

That….

My eyes brimmed with tears as I sniffled. My heart clutched with grief.

I quickly looked away, not wanting these strangers to see me distressed. It was none of their business. The blue woman cleared her throat, as if demanding attention.

I looked back towards her, fear capturing me as I was thinking about all the misery they would put me through. I had no clue what would become of me.

Her face soften up, as she had a bowl of soup steaming in her hand.

"I would assume you'd be hungry?" I contemplated, as I realized my stomach gnaw at me. Although, how would I know if they poison it or not? I didn't know these people, my Parents always warned me about stranger danger. I shyly shook my head, declining her offer of food.

Her smiling face turned strained as she still held the bowl.

"You should really eat." She told me, as I shook my head again. I didn't need her food. She frowned at my refusal.

"Fine! Starve if you want!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. The contents of the soup spilled over her, causing her to strewn out a line of colorful words.

I flinched of her haste to get out of the room, worried that now that I've made her mad. If that was the case, what would stop her from coming back and retracting her revenge?

I shuddered at the thought, bringing my knees to my chest. I stared at the piece of lint that was on my blanket, not even daring to move.

"Sorry about my Mother, she just gets a little bit …. excited is all." The boy from earlier tried to explain. I mentally rolled my eyes, but gave him no answer. I didn't even give him the satisfaction of acknowledging him.

"Uh. I'm Trunks by the way." He said in the stiff atmosphere. Why was he offering his name? I didn't care what it was, I just wished he would leave me alone.

I, again , did not answer him. I could feel him standing there, as if unsure what to say next. I had just wanted to burst into tears from how suffocating it all felt. I heard the shuffle of feet which was followed by a thunk. I assumed that it was the door closing. I spared a glance to confirm my suspicion. The boy named Trunks had left me to my lonesome, which I was grateful for.

As I was finally alone, I let tears stream down my face. This wasn't fair. This couldn't be happening. I shook my head as my vision became blurry. I would wake up from this terrible nightmare, and both of my parents will be there with a nice cup of warm milk and coo away those nasty dreams. I had just knew it from the bottom of my heart.

This wasn't real. It couldn't be.

I laid back down on the mattress, hugging myself . This was all a bad dream.

Yeah…. Just a bad dream.

I shut my eyes drifting to a dreamless slumber…..

I woke up to my stomach rumbling monstrously. I regretted not taking the soup that was offered to me earlier, but I quickly dismissed that thought. I had no idea what was in the contents of the soup, why would I trust something like that?

My stomach disagreed , as it would probably eat anything at this moment. I squinted my eyes, as the room was extremely dark. I would have guessed that it was nighttime, and everyone was more than likely asleep.

Perfect.

I shifted in the bed, swinging my short legs over the edge. My feet were covered by my socks, as someone had took my shoes off . I hadn't cared, since all that mattered was if I got some substance in my stomach.

I tested out my feet on the cool tile, as I still felt a little heavy from the drug they gave me earlier. My knees wobbled for a few seconds, but I was able to be stable. I unattached carefully the IVs that were stuck in me and removed the breathing mask that was on my face. I took my first unhelp breath, as it was a little hard to do at first. It felt as if my lungs were clogged. That would not stop me from moving as I was about to starve to death.

I felt like a baby giraffe as I wobbled to the door, taking deep breaths as I did so. When I reached the door, I had to brace my arm on it to regain my strength.

Just one breather was all I needed….

"Gohan, I don't know what you expect me to do here." I heard the woman from earlier speak as I stiffened in my spot. Shouldn't they be asleep!?

"Bulma…. Her parents died right in front of her. She was the only one surviving from the attack on the city, what was I suppose to do?" A male participant told her, but I didn't care what he had said.

Her parents died right in front of her.

No….

That can't be right.

They will bargain right in and correct him right then and there! I waited for said event to happen as there was silence at both my end and there's.

Undeniably, the woman named Bulma, sighed. I concluded that my parent's just didn't know where I was, yeah that was it. They had no clue where I was, that was the reason why they couldn't just swoop me away from horrible experience and tell them matter-o-factly that they were surely alive and not dead.

"It's just, that's what I am scared of. She just went through a traumatic experience, Gohan, you don't just bounce back from that…" I could tell that her words encased with sincerity.

"I couldn't just leave her there to die." Gohan voiced sternly. Another sigh.

"She might die anyways." My heart dropped when she said that, as I strained to hear what else she had said. "I was looking over the test, her lungs aren't doing so good. They consumed so much smoke, and the machine was able to filter out most of it, but something is wrong. They aren't breathing correctly like they should be doing already. I'm afraid that if she's away from that breathing machine, she might not be able to breathe on her own. Plus it doesn't help that she won't even trust us, by acknowledging us or accepting food. If she keeps this up, natural selection just might take it's course and she'll wither away."

I let what she said sunk in. My chest tightened as I thought about it, making it hard to breath. I shook my head as I wouldn't let the battle with air win. My vision became hazy as I tried to breathe, as I clasped the door handle. My hand slipped, causing the door to open. The two adults looks at me in surprised as I swayed in front of them. I struggled to breathe, as the tightness in my chest squeezed. I started to wheeze out, gasping for air.

Bulma snapped out of her shock state, ordering Gohan to quickly put me back on the machine. He swept me off my feet like a feather to a cloud. As fast as lightning a mask was place over my mouth and nose. I took deep breaths as pure oxygen was admitted into my body. My breaths were shaky at first , then became more stable. Stable enough so that I could hold my own mask so that the young man wouldn't have to.

When everything was done and over with, Gohan scoured at me .

"What in the world were you doing out of the bed?!" He hastily asked , patting my back. I fiddled my thumbs together, unsure if I should tell him the truth or not.

I guess Gohan noticed my unsure expression , as he soothingly said, "You can tell me, I am not here to hurt you ."

I bit to side of my mouth as my stomach growled. Loudly.

I blushed as I turned my head away from his confused look. Suddenly, he erupted into laughter , standing up in the process.

"You're hungry , aren't you?" I timidly nodded a blush still very noticeable on my face. He laughed even more, kindly smiling towards me.

"I'll tell you what, how about I make you a lean mean sandwich to help contain that beast and we talk over everything , does that sound nice?"

It did sound nice, but I was unsure how to respond. So instead I kept my mouth shut, avoiding eye contact.

"I'm just going to assume that , that's a yes." Gohan said lightly as he then started to walk out of the room. I lifted my eyes from where they were previously staring at as I watched him leave to go make me something to eat.

Voila! Chapter 2 is finished! I hope this is a different take to the Mirai Timeline, as now it's in the eyes of a civilian. But anywho.!

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