Wishes from the Heart – Chapter 19

Goku gazed down at the bench, the silence of the forest reaching his ears. He looked up as a car screeched to a stop behind him. Bulma and Breanna jumped out. They ran, leaving the car running and the lights shining on his body.

"Is she here! Is my sister here!?" Breanna looked around desperately. She skidded to a stop in front of him, her breathing erratic as her gaze landed on the park bench behind him. His hands curled into fists at his sides.

"No," Goku said, his voice low. He gritted his teeth, turning towards the trees, scanning the landscape as he tried to feel for any sign of her life force.

Bulma walked up, her arms wrapped around her middle. She swallowed.

"Maybe she went back home already," she said softly.

Breanna frantically shook her head. "No," she said, her voice trembling. "She doesn't know how."

Nobody said anything, silence deafening in the darkened park. They all studied their surroundings, hoping against hope that Trista would come walking out of the woods, or, maybe, just appear.

Goku heard Breanna whimper, the sound of footsteps loud as Bulma walked over to her, putting her arm around the woman's shoulder's.

"Where's my sister!?" she asked desperately.

Bulma bent down to whisper in her ear. "Does anyone else know she's a saiyan?"

Goku whipped his head towards her, his eyes wide. "So it's true," he stated. He saw Bulma bit her lip, standing still for a moment before nodding her head. Breanna looked at him, her eyes pleading.

"You're a...saiyan too, right?" She watched him nod his head, frowning. "Do you..." she paused, gulping. "Do you think you can find my sister?"

She watched his eyes narrow, the frown deepening on his face, his muscles flinched as he clenched his hands.

"I'll find her," he said, his voice low. They watched him turn back towards the bench. "I'll find Trista."

Bulma sent a glance towards the car, and the back door flew open. Vegeta stepped out, slowly walking up to the other saiyan, crossing his arms.

"I'll help," he stated, gazing around at the surrounding trees.

Goku didn't look over. "Thank you, Vegeta." His voice was low, barely loud enough to be heard. Vegeta grunted.

Bulma glanced towards them, before turning Breanna around, guiding her towards the car.

"Come on, let's go home and wait and see if she shows up."

Breanna sent one more desperate plea over her shoulder, before getting in the car. Bulma shut the door, climbing in herself and, studying them for a moment, finally pulled away, leaving the two saiyans standing at the bench that seemed too insignificant to have so much meaning.

She woke with difficulty, her body protesting loudly as she moved. Her arms shook as she tried to sit up. She gritted her teeth, ignoring the ache that still settled in her lower back, and looked around.

She was alone again.

She cried out as her shoulder slammed the ground, her arm giving out under her. She tried again, taking a shuddering breath, painfully propping herself up again. She was surprised to feel strength seeping back into her limbs, but didn't question it. She lifted onto her hands and knees, taking another breath as she slowly got to her feet. She stumbled, catching herself on the wall for a moment, before straightening back up. She paused, the tail that sprouted from her lower back swished behind her. She ignored it, not really knowing how to process that information in her mind at the moment. Her balance and equilibrium seemed to return in minutes, surprising her with the swift feeling of...something coursing through her. She looked down, studying her clenched fist.

She felt...different.

She didn't know how to explain it, she wasn't going to try. She just knew that she needed to get out, and this new found strength seemed to seep through her in ready succession. Her eyes closed, confusion clouding her mind as she felt...someone a few feet from her. It was as if she could feel their presence. But that's impossible! A human can't do that! She shook her head. No, but a saiyan can! Her brain screamed back at gasped.

"How would I know that?"

She glanced behind her, at the tail swishing slowly back and forth. Is it the tail!? Is that why I have this...strength? Is it the reason for this powerful need to fight my way out!? Her eyes squeezed shut.

"None of this makes any sense!" she whispered harshly.

She looked up, frowning, as the door to her prison opened. The little green man stepped through, along with a person that she could only describe as being a demon. His black eyes stared at her, smiling, showing elongated fangs where his incisors were supposed to be. Horns sprouted out of his head, his red skin shining a little at the light encasing the room. She watched him, her eyes narrowed. Enemy! Enemy! Enemy! Her mind shouted.

"Ah, I see you're finally awake," the little green man said, his voice raising slightly in excitement.

She didn't say anything, just studied them. Her hands clenched unknowingly at her sides.

"Oooohhh," the oversized head squealed, his gaze looking her up and down. "Looks like I woke up a little too much in you, didn't I?"

He smirked. "But no matter. It's not a concern. I can still control you." He waved his hand, gesturing to the demon behind him without looking.

"Now Doborra, don't kill her okay!?" He giggled, the sound reverberating off the walls. "I just want to see what she can do."

The demon man studied her, smiling a little. "Yes Babidi." He took a step forward.

Her conscious screamed. Fight! Kill him! Her body tensed, the tail behind her flicking in agitation. She was still slightly confused, but her body instinctively knew what to do. Her mind blanked as he sprung.