A/N: Okay! Thank you all for your reviews! LOVE IT! Now! I'm sorry about leaving you at a cliff hanger the last chapter *wince* SORRY! Didn't even realize it! But TA' DA! Here's the next chappy!

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Wishes from the Heart – Chapter 20

She gazed up at the bright light. The glare hurt her eyes, but she didn't look away. She felt herself squirm against the cushion, her tail fuzzy and wiggly underneath her. She giggled, watching her hand wave against the light, her little fingers scrunching together before widening again. Footsteps reached her ears moments before a shadow blocked the light. She looked up curiously, her eyes wide as she stared at the black mane around the woman's head. Squealing, she happily swatted at the tail swaying behind the woman. Her brows scrunched together gently, letting out a cry when she couldn't reach it. Someone grabbed her hand. She felt the coarse skin, inspecting it with her fingers before wrapping her hand around it. She gurgled.

"Goodbye baby girl."

She looked back up at the woman, studying the face as the voice reached her ears. She blinked, curious, as the woman gently ran a hand threw her hair, then cupped her cheek.

"Be safe."

Not understanding the noise coming from the woman, she squealed happily, flailing her arms in front of her as she saw the woman step back. She watched as the woman disappeared, darkness surrounding her as she felt herself move. She let out another squeal, this one in fear. She clutched her arms to her chest, tears leaking out of her eyes as she searched for the woman again. She let out a wail.

*Flash*

She felt arms wrap around her, opening her eyes to see a woman holding her. She gazed curiously up at her, instantly noticing this one was different. She held her arms to her chest, her tail wrapping around her protectively. The woman smiled, then looked over her shoulder.

"Look Frank! It's a baby girl!"

The woman settled her gaze back on her. "I wander what she's doing way out here by herself?" She felt the woman smooth a hand over her hair, much like the one before. She gurgled, happily raising a hand towards the woman's face. She touched the soft skin, feeling the woman's face move as she smiled. The lady grabbed her hand, letting her fingers clench around one digit. She squirmed at the uncomfortable gnawing in her belly. She felt her face scrunch up, letting out a cry. She felt the woman rock her, moving from side to side.

"Aw, she's hungry."

She wailed, watching the woman look back at the man walking up to her side. She saw a face full of whiskers gaze down at her. Momentarily surprised, she stopped, staring at the odd face. The woman chuckled, the movement of her chest shaking her a little. The man chuckled too, then looked down at his side.

"Look Breanna, a baby girl!"

She saw him disappear for a moment, appearing again with a little girl in his arms. The girl stared curiously at her. She did the same. She let out a squeal a moment later, laughing as she tried to grab the little string hanging down the girls hair. The girl jerked back, pouting.

"She's trying to steal my bow!"

The man chuckled. "She's just a baby. She doesn't know. She wants to play," he said, his voice gentle.

She watched them study her for a moment, the woman taking something off her shoulder's and wrapping her in it. Feeling snug, the warmth of the fabric and the lady enveloping her, she yawned, lifting her arms above her, tiny fists clenched.

"What are we going to do with her?" she heard the woman whisper, before slipping into sleep.

Trista opened her eyes, some form of new understanding settling in the back of her mind. She quickly jerked up, her senses instantly aware as she gazed around the room. Her eyes immediately fell onto the lone figure laying motionless on the ground. She saw the horns protruding from the forehead, realizing it was the demon from before. Slightly confused when he didn't get up, she slowly got to her feet. Trista took a couple steps forward, her tail wrapping around her waist. She ignored it. Small wisps of smoke curled off his body, black charred remains of his outfit laying on the ground. What the hell happened to him! Not that she was really complaining, but whoever did this could come back! She slowly backed away, her gaze moving from side to side as her back met the wall. Watching for any movement in the room, her eyes narrowed, her fists clenched at her sides. She jerked to alert when the door across the room opened. The little green thing floated in. He giggled gleefully.

"Oh, this is great!" His voice screeched, looking down at the demon's body.

"You have more power than I thought," he said softly, looking over at her.

Trista narrowed her eyes, her gaze following the thing called "Babidi" as it floated around the room. Be careful! Her mind warned.

"You're going to be very useful to me! Yes, indeedy!" He cackled, nudging the demon with his foot.

"Get up Doborra! You idiot, letting a little saiyan woman get the best of you!"

The demon didn't move. The green thing kicked him harder. "Get up!" he screeched.

Trista tensed as the red demon groaned, sitting up on his side for a moment, before sending her a deadly glare, jumping to his feet. She didn't move. He started towards her.

"Now you don't want to do that, do you Doborra?" the little man taunted. The demon stopped, keeping his gaze steady on her form. She frowned.

"Let's let her recover for a little bit before testing her again. Just to make sure it wasn't a fluke. Come Doborra, you need to meditate to be at your fighting peek!"

She watched them leave the room, her body still. She narrowed her eyes in confusion. Am I the one that did that to that...demon!

Vegeta studied his fellow saiyan, watching as Kakkarot started to get frantic. He stood still, as Goku leaped from one location to another, coming back to the bench every few minutes. He could see the wildness emerging in the saiyan's eyes. Good! Maybe now he'll let his true saiyan out!

"It's no use Kakkarot! You can't find her!"

Goku ignored him, his gaze roaming erratically every time he appeared. Man! He's going nuts!

"Kakkarot!" Vegeta yelled, relaxing his shoulder's when the saiyan stopped, his breathing heavy. He saw Goku swing his gaze around the park again, before settling on him.

"We've got to find her!" His voice was harsh. "I can feel it. She's in trouble!"

"Well we're not going to find her if you go nuts!"

They stood there for a few minutes, the wind whipping around them, the hush of trees swaying the only sound.

"We need to find her, Vegeta. What if-"

Goku stopped. Both their heads whipped around, they stood still as a power rose and quickly faded again.

"Is that her?" Vegeta asked.

"I don't know. I don't recognize it," Goku said softly, his eyes still roaming.

It spiked again.

"Let's go!" Goku shouted, blasting off away from the city, Vegeta right behind him.

She fell to her knees, hands clenching the ground, as pain reverberated through her entire body. She hung her head, her hair falling forward to shield her face. Her tail hung limp behind her. Her sides hurt, one rib seemed to be broken, while the rest were sore and bruised. Her body moved up and down as she breathed deeply.

"Come on," a voice taunted from above her, "I know you have more than that."

Her hands balled into fists, and she closed her eyes. She heard him land next to her, the next instant she was yanked up by her hair, her feet leaving the floor as she stared at the demon. She hung limp, no more fight in her, as he studied her, an evil grin sliding over his features.

"Too bad," he said, his voice low, "And Babidi had such high hopes for you, little girl."

He smirked, dropping her, blasting her in her stomach before she could hit the ground. She smashed into the wall. A gasp escaped her as she felt another rib break. She had no strength to cry. Her body fell, hitting the ground with a thud, landing hard on her side. She didn't move.