Chapter 3! Thanks to anyone and everyone who has read this story! This is something that I'm trying to have the main character in a realistic mind set. I hope I am doing good so far! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not Own Dragon Ball Z

Gohan saucered back into the room not even five minutes later with a sandwich that was stacked like buildings. My mouth watered, my eyes round like dinner plates. My stomach roared at the sight, as it couldn't wait to sink my teeth into it.

Gohan placed the plate in front of me, and within a second I had the sandwich in my hands . I licked my dry lips , opening my mouth to devour the delicious looking lunch item. The satisfying crunch the lettuce made along with the swishing sound of chewing the piled high turkey was almost god-like. I withheld a moan as I promised to never take food for granted again. After savoring the first bite, I inhaled the rest of the meal with record time.

I could tell that the man was watching me out of the corner of my eyes, but I hadn't cared as my stomach was succumbing to the tasty refreshment.

"My name is Gohan, what might yours be?" With the last hard swallow, I let out a nice content sigh. I glance over at him, wiping my mouth. I hope I didn't have a mess on my face. Now that would be embarrassing.

I bit the side my mouth, as I was in deep thought. This man just showed me an act of kindness, I should at least give him the gratification of a little knowledge, right?

"M-my name is..." I looked every which where but him, "K-kitsue." I probably had the worse case of social anxiety, whenever it came to talking to strangers.

"Like…. A Kit-Kat."

"Wha-?"

"Your name, it reminds me of a Kit-Kat bar. It's one of my favorite chocolate candy." My face flared as I didn't know if what he was saying a compliment or not. Getting compared to a piece of candy wasn't the most flattering thing to tell a girl .

"Oh…" I mumbled quietly, refusing to make eye contact. Now that my stomach was filled, I had wished to be left alone.

But I wasn't about to be rude and voice it out loud.

Silence surrounded the room, like a box that kept getting smaller.

"Kitsue…. What's the last thing you remember?" Gohan asked after what seemed like forever.

My eyes widened as my breath hitched in the masked. As in slow motion, Gohan reached to touch me, for what, I didn't know.

I flinched away from his approaching hand, shutting my eyes tight. After what I've been through… You just never know what happens next.

As if I was on a long tightrope, I was unsure if I should tell him the truth. Should I trust this man that feed me, who also restrained me to drug me up?

It was like a game of pong going through my head, contemplating what I should tell him.

I gave him a side wide glance, taking in his concern expression.

I was alone….

I was scared….

"I re-remember," I stuttered out, my nerves going haywire, "an angel."

"An angel?" I could just feel the disbelief coming from his voice.

"He was my guardian angel…. He helped me in my dire need, just like what my Da-" I choked up mentioning my father, tears automatically coming to my eyes.

On the verge of tears, I willed myself not to cry . I didn't need this Gohan fellow to know my pain.

A soft touch was on my back, as a soothing sensation coursed through my body.

"It's okay to cry Kitsue."

Shocked as my bottom lip quivered, I made eye contact with him for the first time. I could see a sad smile was place on his face, as he was being genuine. I shook with grief as the tears strolled down my face with no way to stop them. As soon as that happened, I was balling my eyes out.

"So many people died…" I mumbled, remembering the man's lifeless eyes imbedded into my young eleven year old brain. I've seen dead people before, but never in the state that these people were.

"My parents…. They are gone, aren't they?" I whispered, almost inaudibly. I looked up with a bleary vision as his face unreadable. Moments passed, what felt like could have been years in a lifetime. Until finally, he made a slight movement.

A slow nod.

But a nod none the least.

I sobbed harder, realization finally kicking in.

My parents were dead.

I never even told them goodbye…. Actually, I was the one who begged and prodded them to go to the city and now look where they ended up.

Gohan sat there patiently, not making a move to leave or to comfort. He was just a presence in the quiet room. Almost like a piece of furniture.

I cried what seemed like ages. And it wasn't the type of tears that a person would see over a puppy pound commercial. No, these were hard, ugly tears. My body shook, as I had several hiccups through each ragged breath. My eyes were probably swollen from how much I cried and rubbing forcefully the tears away. My nose was snot central, as I constantly kept sniffling. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore.

My tear ducts had left me drained , as my breathing finally calmed down. I was lucky not to have an attack on my body while having such an emotional breakdown. Peaceful breathings were intertwined with one another , my breathing copying his. It put my mind at ease listening to the sounds of our rising breath. I readjusted the mask that laid on my face as the older man got up.

"It's late, you've had a rough couple of days, you should get some more rest." He suggested, has he was wry faced. I nodded mutely, my eyes instantly drooping at the word 'rest'.

"Good ni-night…. Gohan…." I whispered , part of me hoping he didn't hear it. The room was dark just then, as it was my que to go to sleep. I flipped over on the bed, my head landing on the soft pillow. Before I could fall into a deep slumber I heard a faint, "You too."

I woke up to a loud crash , like a several cases of explosions were going off. My eyes flashed open from the disruption, my heart racing. What if it were those two horrible people coming back to finish the job ?

With that in mind, I swung my legs over the bed, pulling the blankets clean off me. Taking one deep breath, I removed the mask that had helped me breath. If it was truly was them, then I wouldn't have time to worry about breathing correctly. I got up from the bed, wobbling each step towards the door. I did so until I reached the door. I clasped my hand around the knob, willing to calm my racing heart. I closed my eyes slowly, turning the knob.

I just have to know what that sound was!

The door opened to Bulma swearing up and down at the broken dishes. I blushed at such colorful words, and felt slightly embarrassed that I thought such silly thoughts. I guessed Bulma heard my door open because she looked up from cleaning the glass. A sad smile came cross her face, a look that I was not use to receiving. Actually, it was usually I , that gave that look to other people.

It was a look of pity.

To feel sorry for someone going through something.

I gulped as I stood rigid. What would I say to her? Should I tell her to stop staring?

"Oh silly me, all my ruckus went and woke you up, didn't it?"

I stood still, unsure if I should answer truthfully or not. If I did, she might of saw me as ungrateful for letting me sleep in her house at all, but if I told her no then I would be labeled as a liar. My parents always told me not to lie, as lying was against the Ten Commandments.

Ignoring my silence, she continued to pick up the rest of the pieces.

"Go take a seat at the table and I'll make you breakfast." My stomach rumbled on que, as I looked down at my fiddling hands. Doing what she said, I slowly made my way to the dining table. I didn't dare to look up, afraid of starting any sort of conversation. I heard the rings of the pots and pans pounding against one another. Then the sizzle of the fire turning on at the stove. Finishing off with a splat of substance hitting the pan.

As Bulma cooked, I heard noises of screams and grunts, which was strange for this time of day. I lazily turned my head to the convenient window that was beside the table. I watched in awe as Gohan and the kid, I think his name was Trunks or something like that, were battling it out in intense hand to hand combat.

With the swiftness of their forearms pounding hitting each other, and the way Gohan seemed to dodge every move the boy threw at him was spectacular. I've never in my life seen a person move like that before. Considering I lived in the rural when the only people I saw were the dead and the family of said being. Surprisingly, you meet a lot of people whenever you tend to the dead. But none like what I was seeing in front of me. No wonder Gohan had muscles that I girl could only dream their man having.

I blushed at the inappropriate thought, as the picture of a shirtless Gohan appeared in my head. I shook my head as I tried to get such unholy thoughts out. A eleven year girl shouldn't even fantasy like that! My parents would be ashamed!

At the new thought of my parents, any sorts of brain work disappeared. Sulken, I pictured the evil beings that killed them. For the first time of thinking about my parents, I felt anger surge within me. My parents had such a short, and unjust death! Their time on this earth was unfulfilled, as they still had a lot of living to do!

I looked back at the two fighting males, this time with determination. I was so useless, and helpless when it came to those monstrous people, that I couldn't even save my parents!

"Bul-bulma?" I asked, looking at her now. She seemed surprised that I knew her name, as she turned around.

"Yes child?" She asked as she flipped over the cloud bread.

"What are they doing?" I inquired, jerking a thumb in the boys direction. She came over with a plate of pancakes, setting them in front of me. I watched her examine the boys with a sigh lingering .

"They are training." She stated, as she went back to the stove. I stared at the fluffy pancake in front of me, debating if I should dig in or not. Sure, I was hungry, but I still wanted more answers. It would be rude to talk with my mouth full. I took an overabundance time staring at the lucious brown cloud, my fingers twitching , edging over to the fork. My stomach was like a boxer in the ring, punching out anything that was getting in my way from obtaining food. I finally couldn't put up a fight as I tore into the delicious breakfast meal.

Whenever I wasn't swallowing the food whole, I managed to glance over at Bulma who looked overly pleased with herself. She was chipping away at the dirty dishes, as I felt a sudden shame overwhelm me. Her, this stranger that had cooked me a meal, for my benefit, and I didn't even have the decency to help her out?

I could picture my Mother frowning down upon me, telling me that I needed to work on my manners. My throat clogged up, as instant tears burned my eyes. I would never see my Mother scowl at me again, nor see her smile at my accomplishments. My heart ached , as I gritted my teeth.

I won't cry! Now is not the time!

I kept chanting those words, hoping that I could calm myself down. I slid out of the cushioned diner chair, with my now empty plate in hand. I tip-toed towards her, like a cat watching it's steps. As I stood next to her, I stared at the white plate. I watched as the syrup ran slowly down, like raindrops on a window .

"Th-thank you for the meal," I told her, reaching for a wet rag. She watched me behind her cerulean eyes, bright like a summer's sky .I try to avoid her gaze as I hid behind my stringy olive hair. I shifted my weight as I wiped down the plate, as I knew helping out was what I needed to do. It was the way I was raised.

My throat tickled, causing my body to revolt forward as I spiraled into a coughing fit. My body clutched on it's own, as I gulped in the air around me between the short period of coughs I was able to. It was all reactions, reactions that I had no control over. With all my shaking, I accidentally dropped the plate that I was cleaning. It was becoming harder to breathe, as I couldn't stop coughing. I was feeling light headed.

Suddenly I was being carried, lifted from the air, rushed. The look of alarm was evident in Bulma's face as she carried me to the bulky contraption that was station in the same room that I had emerged from. The clear mask was pushed to my face, covering my nose and mouth. I was already in a light headed stage, as darkness surrounded the edges of my eyes. This was so unfair! I tried to struggle against the unconscious which had Bulma to precede to pin me down.

I was out before I knew it.

Alrighty that's chapter three! I hope y'all enjoyed it!

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