Okay, another test chapter! Tell me what you think and if you think I should continue. For any of you that have read my other stories, I kinda stick to the same OC name when I can :P I'm kinda lazy like that! But, if you have an idea or two to throw around about what I should name her, let me know! I like having someone to bounce ideas around with!
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Willow Porter was depressed.
She had been for a while now. It started about six months ago and she hadn't been able to get out of it. Her days never changed; she got up and got dressed at seven in the morning, went to her job, stopped by the store on her way home, ate dinner in front of the TV, cried her eyes out, and then went to bed. The only change was not going to work on the weekends, and she filled the time with more crying and TV watching.
She didn't go out anymore, either.
What friends she did have didn't call anymore. They gave up after the second month, when she told them all to leave her the fuck alone. It was like they pissed her off because they weren't who she wanted to be with.
But she couldn't figure out just who the hell she wanted.
She was on her way to the corner store next to her apartment building, when she noticed something odd. There was a group of guys in black suits, black sunglasses and all, surrounding the area. She snorted, shaking her head.
"Who're the alien catchers?" she asked one of her neighbors that stood on the sidewalk, watching the men. He smiled and laughed, shrugging.
"Don't know. They showed up about an hour ago, but they won't talk to anyone. It's like their waiting on someone."
Willow smiled and nodded her farewell to him, heading for the small store.
When she came back out, her tasteless, microwave dinner in a bag on her arm, she headed for the door to her building. Before she could enter, one of the guys in black blocked her path, holding up his hand.
"Your name, miss?"
She sighed, reaching and pulling her wallet out of her jean pocket.
"Willow Porter." She sighed, showing him her ID.
He gave the barest of smirks, showing the card to the guys next to him.
"Miss Porter, we need you to come with us for questioning." He said, handing her wallet back. She rolled her eyes.
"What the hell for? I've not seen anything, talked to anyone, or done anything." She griped. The one blocking her took her bag while she was talking, making her snarl.
"I've done nothing!" she growled.
The guy paled a bit, and the others surrounded her instantly.
"What the fuck is going on?" she demanded.
There was a flurry of movement, and they all lunged at her.
"Grab her!"
She felt something like electricity running through her as she hit the ground. She screamed, feeling as if something was trying to rip her apart. She felt them all land on her, pinning her to the floor.
And then everything went black.
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She woke to the sound of people talking quietly.
She opened her eyes, looking around at her surroundings. She seemed to be in some sort of hospital, everything was white and sterile. She sat up, or rather, she tried to.
They had her strapped to the bed with shiny metal buckles and she pushed against them, making them rattle. It caught the attention of someone across the room and they called for a Dr. Pearson.
She watched as a group of people in lab coats surrounded her bed.
An older man with a scruffy mustache and purplish-gray hair stepped up, looking down at her inquisitively through thick frames.
"How are you feeling Miss Porter?" he asked, pen positioned in hand, along with a thick legal pad.
She glared at him, shaking the straps.
"Take these off me."
"We can't just yet, dear."
She sighed, slumping back the pillows.
"Fine."
"So how are you feeling?"
She rolled her eyes.
"I just said I'm fine."
Pearson smirked and wrote down her answer.
"Well Miss Porter, I guess we need to explain what happened to you earlier." He told her, shooing the others away and pulling up a metal chair and sitting next to her bed.
He pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose and skimmed through the file in his hands.
"You, Ms. Porter, are what we like to call an extraterrestrial. Not only that, but you are from a dimension very different to our own. We have been watching you over the years, trying to keep up with your powers and such." He began, still looking down at the papers.
Willow looked at him in disbelief. What the hell was he talking about?
"So you're telling me I'm an alien?"
He nodded, tapping his pen on his thigh.
"Yes, and we need to send you back before your power levels rise even more. Our dimensions can't handle it; you would destroy the earth in a matter of minutes." He said, finally looking up at her.
"Alright then, say I actually believe you. What kind of alien am I then?" she asked, playing along.
"You're a Saiyan."
She burst out laughing, watching him glare at her.
"You all are mental! You do know that's a cartoon, right?" she laughed.
He shook his head, reaching over and taking the straps off her wrists.
"Yes, we know that you and the rest of the public thinks it is. But we know that it exists. It is a universe parallel to our own." He explained as she rubbed her wrists.
She laughed again, but cut it short at the look on his face.
"You really believe that, don't you?" she asked, tilting her head and watching him.
He held a hand out for her and she took it slowly, letting him help her to her feet. He led her around the curtain that blocked her bed, over to a control panel of sorts. He flipped a few switches and fiddled with the buttons, until a man popped up on screen.
"Miss Porter is ready for her briefing." The doctor said into the mic.
The man on screen nodded, and Willow heard a lock click open on the door at the end of the room. Pearson led her to it, opening it up and pushing gently into the room. He tilted his head to the side, reassigning into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, taking one out and lighting it.
He took a deep draw, smiling at her.
"You'll be fine, my dear. This is where you are meant to be, after all." He said.
"Just remember that, no matter what happens." He stepped back, taking hold of the door.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Porter." He said before shutting it with a click.
Willow stared around the room. There was big metal circle at the far back, surrounded by machines that were whirring and beeping. A group of people were talking in whispers next to it, checking papers that they had clutched in their hands. A large man with a thick mustache walked over to her, taking her arm and leading her to a chair in front of a large desk.
"Miss, we need to get you up to date with everything that is going on in your world." He said, kindly. She sat down, looking around her in apprehension.
"I know it's all a bit confusing," he said, drawing her attention to him, "But it will get easier once your back home with your family," he smiled.
She gasped, leaning forward in her chair.
"I have a family?" she whispered.
"Yes, a father that we know of. His name is Vegeta."
She stared, wide-eyed, her mouth gaping like a fish.
"Y-you mean… out of all the S-Saiyans that are still there, m-my f-father is the biggest asshole of them all?" she whispered, numb with shock.
He chuckled at her words.
"We don't really know what he's like, miss. We don't really know anything about them, actually. All I can tell you is that he is who you should seek out to find out about yourself, and I need to brief you on how your trip is going to go." He told her, apologetically.
She huffed, glaring at the table.
They weren't going to be any help, then.
He told her that she could use her energy. They knew somewhat about how it worked and told her that it was like a quiet humming in her body, that if she concentrated enough, she would find it. He told her when she did to grab hold of it and push outwards with it.
"You should be able to accomplish flying with it," he smiled when she looked excited.
He ran her through all the points of using the transporter, telling her that they were trying to place her as near to her father's energy as they could, but it wasn't exactly easy.
He walked her over, helping her up onto the platform, shaking her hand.
"It was a pleasure, miss. I hope you find your family out there." He smiled sadly.
She nodded.
"Thank you."
He stepped back, letting the lab workers scurry forth and take over the controls. The room seemed to flicker around her.
And then she was gone.
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She appeared about five feet off the ground, in the middle of nowhere.
She fell to the ground, yelping.
"Can't even give a girl a warning!" she thought, rubbing her backside. She pushed herself off the ground, looking around.
"This is really fucked up..." she muttered.
It looked real. Like vividly real.
They had dropped her in a mountainous desert, and she looked around, wondering how in the hell she was going to get out of it. She looked down at her feet, wondering.
She concentrated like they had told her and pushed out the bit of the power she could feel flowing around her, gasping when her feet left the ground.
"Holy shit… I'm actually flying!"
She took off with a loud whoop, letting her power rise.
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"Guys, do you really have to fight right now?"
Goku looked over at Bulma, her face set in an angry scowl. He looked back at Vegeta, who smirked at him, and let his hands drop to his side.
"Come on, Bulma! This is boring! We'll just do a little sparring and that's it!" he said, hoping his friend would relent.
She sighed, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Fine, but when all the foods gone, I don't want to hear you whining." She said, turning back to picnic.
Goku groaned, looking over at Vegeta.
"After we eat, we'll finish this." He said, glaring at the older Saiyan.
"Whatever you say, Kakarott."
Goku glared even harder, but Vegeta payed him no mind.
He had been in a constant bad mood since Chi-Chi had left.
He had arrived home to find her talking to some guy in a black suit. She had looked up at him, a sneer on her face.
"Well look who actually decided to come home!" she sneered, her hands going to her hips.
"I have been waiting for this day for a very long time! I'm leaving, Goku!" She'd told him, taking off her wedding ring and throwing it at him.
He'd caught it on reflex, staring in shock at his wife.
The guy in black just stood there, hands clasped in front of him. He touched some device in his ear and looked at Chi-Chi, nodding.
"They're ready, Miss Wong."
She laughed cruelly.
"You can keep those damn half-breeds we had; I don't want them." She told him. She stood next to the man, hooking her arm in his.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked, finding his voice.
Chi-Chi rolled her eyes.
"I came here to do some research. The girl you knew, Chi-Chi, married someone else a few years before you showed up at the Tournament. I was here already and they had me and my partner step in and take her and her father's place, you idiot. They're sending back their little pet project as well, so it's my ticket out of this mad house. I'm done." She said.
Before Goku could speak again, she was gone in a flash of light.
It took him a while to come to his senses.
Panic and hurt rising in his chest, he had to see if she was telling the truth.
The more he thought about, though, the more it made sense. In all their years of marriage, they had never returned to the Ox Kingdom. After their honeymoon, they had moved to Mount Pauzo, and the Ox King had moved into a house a ways down the mountain form them.
She hadn't brought anything with her when she moved in, either.
He flew into the Ox Kingdom as the sun was setting.
High atop the large mountain sat the restored castle that belonged to her family. Seeing a light on in one of the upper rooms, he flew down, staying out of sight as he looked in.
There, sitting in a chair in front of a large, ornate fireplace was the real Chi-Chi. His Chi-Chi favored her, a lot, but this one still held the sweet smile of the young girl he once knew. She stood up as the door opened, revealing a large, burly man who reminded him greatly of her father.
She flung herself into his arms, kissing him softly.
Goku felt his heart shatter.
His whole life felt like it had been a lie.
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"Eat, Goku."
He looked up to see Bulma trying to hand him a plate of food. He took it reluctantly, picking at it mostly. His appetite hadn't been the same these past six months -
He felt a large Ki to the east, just for a moment, when it faded out.
He looked up at Vegeta, who was staring out towards the desert.
The energy felt odd. It felt almost like Vegeta's….
Then, it seemed to explode around them. He's never felt anyone so powerful! He and Vegeta jumped up at the same time, along with Trunks, Gohan, and Goten.
"We'll be back, woman, "was all Vegeta said before they all touched Goku and disappeared.
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They appeared in the middle of the East Desert. Goku looked around, seeing no one.
Then all of a sudden someone whooshed by him in the air, whooping.
He and the others scattered, getting in fighting stances. He watched as girl flew by them more slowly, grinning down at them.
She whooped again, making Goten and Trunks jump, and they shot off two Ki balls towards her.
She didn't even realize they were headed for her. He watched her get hit in the back and yelp, falling out of the air and hitting the ground. She hadn't feel very far, having been hit in a dive. She sat up, rubbing her back, glaring around.
"Alright, who got excited and got one off early?" she yelled.
Vegeta laughed, making the boys blush.
She glared around at them, letting Goku really see her for the first time.
She was tiny; he guessed she might come up to chest, maybe. She had long spiky black hair that fell past her shoulders and flared out around her waist, with bangs that parted around her face. Her eyes were narrowed into a scowl at the moment and Goku swore she looked like Vegeta that way. The oddest thing was her eyes though. They were an icy blue, not the usual Saiyan black. He saw a tail wrapped around the waist of her jeans, hidden before by a baggy t-shirt.
She stood up, dusting herself off.
"Ya'll are assholes, you know that?" she griped, looking to the boys. In the blink of an eye she was in front of them, making them back up.
She snickered at their movements, making them glare at her.
"Aww, you scared?" she smirked. It was so much like Vegeta that Goku looked did a double take.
"Who are you?" Vegeta asked, watching her intently.
She grinned at him.
"Well, I was Willow Porter, or I thought I was, anyway. But they told me that my powers were getting unstable and I need to be back in my own universe." She said.
Vegeta stepped closer, making her flinch when he pushed her hair out of her face.
"You look just like her." he whispered, confusing the hell out of everyone.
She smiled sadly.
"You figured it out then?"
"Maybe. Tell me, girl."
"I'm your daughter… Okara"
Vegeta nodded, already having figured it out. Trunks gasped.
"What?"
Vegeta continued watching his daughter, but told his son," Yes. Before I came to earth, I mated with a one of the last female Saiyans on our crew, Mizuna. She died during childbirth, and they contacted me to tell me that she had birth a daughter, named Okara. They sent her out, to Earth, actually, but her pod disappeared as soon as it landed. They never figured out what happened to her." he explained, looking over at his son.
Trunks nodded slowly, before grinning.
"You get to tell Mom."
Vegeta smirked, shaking his head.
"I already told your mother about her."
"So, who is he?" Willow asked, nodding to Trunks. He grinned stepping forward and offering his hand.
"I'm Trunks, you brother, I guess. So do I call you Willow or Okara?" He grinned.
She smiled evilly, grabbing him around the neck and pulling his head towards her, making him yelp as she ruffled his hair.
"Aww! I always wanted a widdle brudder!" she taunted, laughing out right when he huffed, getting loose and pushing his hair back down.
"And it's Willow, for all intents and purposes. It's what I'm used to." He finally grinned at her.
"It might be nice having a sister that does more than worry about shopping, "he laughed.
"Oooo! We have a sister too?" she asked, clapping. Trunks nodded, laughing at her actions.
"Yeah, her names Bulla."
She looked over at Goten, who blushed under her gaze.
"I-I'm Goten." He smiled. He nodded to the man next to him.
"And this is my brother, Gohan."
She smiled at him, and he bowed slightly in greeting.
"And this is Kakarott." Vegeta grunted, gesturing to the other man.
Willow's eyes widened and she blushed.
"Ohh, he's hot," she thought to herself.
Or she thought she did, anyways.
Goku blushed while the rest of them laughed, except Vegeta, who glared at him.
"I'm what?"
She blushed slightly and grinned.
"Did I say that out loud?" she asked, grinning sheepishly.
"Yes you did." Vegeta growled, still glaring at Goku.
Willow laughed, walking over to Goku and looking up at him.
"Hey there tall, dark, and handsome." She purred, making his throat go dry.
He needed to back away from her. That's what his mind said, but he couldn't move his feet.
She stood on her toes and when that didn't help, she levitated herself and kissed his cheek, making him stutter.
Vegeta walked over and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from him.
"Aww, your no fun!" she said, pulling loose and settling back on the ground. She winked at Goku, who by now was as red as the sun. Goten and Trunks were trying not to laugh, while Gohan was looking back and forth between her and his father, seeming mortified by having witnessed his father being hit on.
"You will behave yourself!" Vegeta snarled, standing in her line of sight. She crossed her arms, glaring right back at him.
"And you will have to remember that I am a twenty-three year old woman, Dad." She said. "Don't be a dick, okay? I came here hoping to find a nice family waiting for me." She said, smiling and pleading with her eyes.
He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Fine, but we will discuss this later."
He turned back to Goku, who still looked like he was glowing, and glared at him.
"Come on, Kakarott! I still want to spar when we get back!" he growled.
Willow, Trunks and Goten looked at each other.
"OOOOOOOOoooo" they all said at once before breaking down, laughing.
"Come on, brats!" Vegeta yelled taking off into the air.
Willow took off, zooming through the air past her father, laughing loudly.
Goku took off, hanging back, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. He thought she was flirting with him, but he wasn't sure. Women confused him. He watched her fly circles around Vegeta, making him curse, and had to laugh.
She eyed him at the back of the group, and he could see the smile on her lips. She flew back, going passed him. He saw Vegeta turn and send him a glare. Before he could turn and look for her, she appeared beneath him in the air, flying with him.
"Fancy meeting you here." She said, laughing.
Goku blushed again, laughing.
"Your dad's going to kill both of us if you keep this up." He told her, watching her hair flip around her body in the wind. She shrugged, flying ahead of him a little bit, grinning.
She turned over, looking back and shaking her hips.
"Like the view?"
He almost fell out of the air, eyes wide with shock.
She laughed again, taking off and flying up alongside Trunks and Goten. She would look back at him every now and again, winking at him sometimes.
This continued until they appeared back at Capsule Corp. When they landed, Vegeta grabbed her arm, dragging her over to the group that sat underneath the tree they were having their picnic at.
"Vegeta?" Bulma asked, looking at Willow in confusion. She stared at her a moment before gasping.
"You found her?"
He nodded, starting to calm down some. Willow stepped forward, holding out her hand and smiling.
"I'm Willow, or Okara. But I would prefer Willow" She said, grinning.
Bulma choked back tears. The girl looked just like him, just softer and more feminine. Vegeta had told her about his daughter a long time ago, about her disappearance. It was one of the few times she had saw the normally hardened fighter show emotion. He had actually cried, making her swear never to speak of it to anyone. She had kept his secret, and it made her heart swell knowing he had his daughter back.
She grabbed Willow in a hug, making the girl jump at the contact. Vegeta narrowed his eyes. This was the third time she had done it.
She eventually hugged Bulma back, smiling sadly.
"I was hoping to find a nice family waiting on me…" he remembered her saying.
They definitely had some things to discuss.
"I'm Bulma, your father's wife!" she exclaimed, letting her go.
Willow grinned even wider.
"So you're like my mom now?"
Vegeta stifled a laugh. Bulma knew how old Willow was, and he could see the vain streak in her coming to life, but she squashed it down at the last minute. She had noticed the look on the girls face. He could see that beneath the joking, she was hoping for acceptance.
Bulma nodded, laughing.
"I guess I am."
They all began to settle on the grass, everyone talking at once. Vegeta heard Gohan telling his wife about what happened between Willow and Goku, watching her blush and laugh.
"I swear, Videl! Ask Goten! I thought Vegeta was going to bust a blood vessel!" he said as she laughed harder.
Kakarott.
Vegeta glared at him. He watched as the buffoon stared at his daughter, a strange light in his eyes. He sighed inwardly.
He hated to say it, but the idiot would be a good match for her. He would die before he admitted it, though.
He looked at his daughter, who was in the middle of re-enacting something, waving her arms around like mad, making Trunks and Goten laugh, while Bulma looked between her and Goku, grinning. The Scarhead was eyeing his daughter as well, something that he was putting a stop too as soon as possible, while Krillin talked to Goku, who was still staring at Okara.
He spotted Bulla glaring at her by the tree and smirked. He walked over to his youngest, putting a hand on her back.
"What is it?"
She huffed, looking away.
"You know that this just makes our family bigger. Your mother and I still care for you the same as we did before." He said, looking down at her. She shrugged, mellowing a little.
"I know. She just… I don't know… they all seem to like her…" she mumbled.
"Nobody ever tries talking to me."
Vegeta sighed.
Bulla was just like him. She wasn't good with emotions and she wasn't good with people. It made her hard to approach sometimes.
"Give them time, Bulla. You intimidate people, just like I do," he smirked down at her, making her smile. She leaned her head on his shoulder before walking over to Goten, Trunks, and Willow, setting down next to her sister.
Vegeta watched Trunks introduce them and Willow hugged her, making Bulla glare for a moment before hugging her back, her face softening.
He felt a hand on his back and turned to see Bulma, smiling at their kids.
"They look happy." She said, looking up at him with a smile. She waited a moment before talking again, trying to find the right words that wouldn't set him off.
"Sooo, I see Goku seems to like her."
Vegeta turned a glare to the other Saiyan, but saw him wearing a scowl. He followed his line of sight to see Yamcha leaning down and talking to his daughter, who did not look amused.
Vegeta growled, walking over to them with Bulma in tow.
He and Goku met half way, putting aside his annoyance with the idiot for the moment.
"So I said, how about you back off before I kick your asses!" Yamcha was saying as they walked up.
"Ohhhh and I bet they wet themselves trying to get away, huh?" Willow asked sarcastically. It flew over Yamcha's head and he grinned.
"Or maybe it was the other way around?" she asked, smirking.
He stepped back as if slapped and scowled down at her.
"Figures you'd be a bitch with Vegeta as your dad..." he muttered, running a hand through his hair.
Goku growled, stepping forward, but Willow laughed.
"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you!" she laughed. "Now, go away before my dad and Captain Sexy here beat you up."
Everyone looked up at Vegeta and Goku, the latter blushing brightly. Vegeta heard Gohan whisper loudly, "See?" to his wife, who snorted and started laughing.
Willow looked up at them and grinned, winking at Goku.
"Coming to protect my virtue, Goku?" she asked him, making him gulp at the thought of what she meant.
"I could just put you in charge of it so I have nothing to worry about..." she smiled up at him, batting her lashes.
It was the last straw.
Vegeta burst out laughing, bending over and grasping his knees.
Everyone stared in amazement at him.
"Daughter, leave Kakarott be before you give him a stroke, he's not as young as he used to be." He told her, still laughing. He stood up and wiped the tears of mirth from his eyes, looking around at all of them.
"What? She's been doing this since we found her! Even I have a sense of humor!" he yelled, making them jump.
As everyone went back to their conversations, Goku looked at Bulma, confusion on his face.
"So she's joking with me?" he asked, looking hurt.
Her eyes traveled to Willow, who was giving Goku moon eyes at the moment, and smirked.
"No, Goku… I think she means it. She's just being funny in case you don't like her back, I think," she whispered to him.
His face lit up and he smiled, a blush creeping up his cheeks once more.
"I like what she says…. It's just … it's kinda embarrassing..." he laughed quietly.
Bulma grinned, happy to see her oldest friend acting better.
"Well, I think that's the purpose. She's trying to get a rise out of you." She laughed.
He chuckled, glancing back at her and blushing when he met her stare. She grinned, sending him a wink.
"It's definitely working." He said, his face bright red. Bulma snorted, shaking her head.
It was going to be interesting to see how this worked out.