A/N: Italics represent thoughts and/or memories!

Wishes from the Heart – Chapter 7

Trista avoided the man. In fact, she avoided all of them. After that little frightening experience earlier, she hightailed it out of there, afraid that Goku would come looking for her. He saw you in the window! What if he didn't mean for you to see! She was afraid of what that meant, so she started walking to the city. Taking the time to sort her thoughts out, she felt certain that it was about time for her to go home. But how do I get back! I don't exactly know how I got here in the first place! Bulma's apparently a scientist. Maybe she can help!

She finally made it to the city, trying hard not to stare at some of the odd people hanging around. There was a dog driving a police car. She did a double take. A dog! She couldn't help it. She stared opened mouth until the car went around the corner. Okay! Just stay calm! This should be nothing compared to what you've seen so far! Cool it! Trista took a shuddering breath, trying to shake the feeling that she might not wake up from this. She finally made it to the park, sitting down at the bench she "woke" from almost a month ago. What if you never make it back? A sliver of fear ran through her. What if she never saw her sister again? What if...what if she never made it out of here!? Trista's head fell to her chest, her hands pressed against her eyes. What am I gonna do! She was always a little afraid something or someone would hurt her while she was here. What if this is a dream, and something happened, and I was put in a coma or worse, died!? She pulled her feet up, wrapping her arms around her legs. She watched the birds gather around a fountain in the middle of the square, the sound of splashing water met her ears. The sun was bright, a little brighter than the one at home. Everything's so clear here! But also so different, so alien. How could I stay here any longer, when everything is so foreign to me!? I would never get used to it! She saw a woman who looked suspiciously like her sister enter a department store across from the park. It couldn't be! She felt relief course through her for a moment before she shook her head. Of course it's not! This is a dream, remember!Trista sat on the bench a little longer, studying the sky.

"We have a problem."

Bulma looked up as Vegeta and Goku walked into the lab. She set down the scanner she was working on. It clanked onto the metal table as she glared at the two saiyans.

"What did you do!"

Goku looked sheepish. "Well.." he said slowly.

"This idiot powered up to Super Saiyan and that woman saw him."

Vegeta sent Goku a smirk.

The taller saiyan grimaced, rubbing the back of his head.

Silence.

Bulma sighed.

"I didn't mean to Bulma," Goku explained, "I was sparring with Vegeta and just...did it."

"And where were you when this happened?"

"We were at the back of the property. I didn't think she would even see us! But she was standing at a window, watching!"

They watched Bulma rub her eyes. "And where is she now?"

The saiyans looked at each other. "We don't know," Goku said softly, "we couldn't find her after that."

Bulma headed for the door. "She's probably long gone by now!"

Goku and Vegeta stood there.

"Come on!"

They scurried out.

Bulma found her, sitting on a bench in the park. She had her arms wrapped around her knees, staring out towards the city. She looked lost.

Bulma walked up and sat beside her. Neither said anything for a while.

"I should be used to it by now, you know."

Bulma looked over at her friend as she spoke. She studied her, noticing that the woman was focused on the square a few feet away, not seeming to see it.

"I've been here going on two months, and with everything that's been going on, I should be used to weird things happening around here." She gave a little laugh. "It should be rolling off my shoulder's by now."

Bulma saw a movement out of the corner of her eye, behind the woman. Goku was standing there, his gaze studying the girl beside her before focusing on Bulma. He sent her a questioning look. Bulma shook her head. Not now! She mouthed to him, watching him nod, then disappear.

"I thought I saw my sister a little while ago," Trista stated quietly. Bulma focused back on her face, noticing the woman's gaze hadn't moved.

"What do you mean?" Bulma asked quietly. Is she starting to suspect?

Trista pointed with her chin. "I thought I saw her go in that department store over there, but how could she?" She paused for a moment. "This is just a dream, right?" Her voice was quiet.

Bulma chewed on her lip, thinking of a way to tell her something without really telling her anything.

"Well, you know we're not a figment of your imagination." Bulma stated, smoothing her hand through her hair.

"How do I know that?" She finally looked at Bulma. "How do I know I'm not in some coma back home, and this is just some dream state that I've fallen in to?"

Bulma pinched her.

"OW!"

Trista rubbed her arm, glaring at the woman beside her.

"You felt that, didn't you!?"

"Yes! And it hurt, by the way!"

"Well, how could this be a dream or whatever if you felt that, and you feel pain?"

Trista frowned at her, then looked away, towards where Goku had been standing a few minutes ago. "To tell the truth, I really don't know what to think!" She paused for a moment, "I'm almost afraid to find out." Trista looked at Bulma. "What if I can't make it back?" she asked in a whisper.

"What if I can't make it home!"