A/N: Finally! Woot woot! Love you all for all of the support!

I don't own anything except my own OC, concepts and ideas. Akira Toriyama owns everything else. Enjoy!

It was almost noon and Kat was sleeping soundly, snuggled comfortably under the covers of her bed . . . that is, until she felt something move . . . and it wasn't her. She then felt something heavy on her hip which made her freeze. She slowly turned her head and her eyes nearly flew out of their sockets at the sight of Raditz dead asleep right next her with his arm draped across her hip. She fell out of the bed bringing the blanket with her and crawled back and away from the bed as possible.

Startled by the thud and sudden breeze, Raditz sat up and yawned only to be hit in the head with a slipper.

"What the hell?" he murmured rubbing the side of his head.

He turned his head to the side to find the sight of Kat a ways from the bed holding the blanket around her waist with one hand and a slipper ready to be thrown in the other.

"What the hell!? What are you doing here? I thought we agreed you would stay in your room after I made you your damn food. I knew I couldn't trust you," she said, throwing the other slipper at him.

"I did stay there afterwards," he replied, easily catching the slipper. "You simply failed to specify how long," he casually tossed it aside.

Kat would have face-faulted if it weren't for the fact that she couldn't afford to let go of the blanket and let the damn bastard see her panty-clad ass. She was speechless. The damn bastard was managing to find every possible way to piss the hell out of her.

"And besides, your bed is way more comfortable."

Damn it all, there was nothing within reach to throw at him.

"Get out." She glared at him and pointing towards the door.

"Not until we negotiate about our little problem we discussed earlier," he yawned, lying back down on the bed and crossing his arms behind his head.

"We'll negotiate later now get the hell out," she demanded, approaching the bed.

"Very well," he sighed and sat up. "If this issue isn't dealt with soon then I'll do something about it myself," he stood, facing her from across the bed.

"Yeah, yeah, just go," she waved him off.

As he was approaching the door, there was a knock from the other side. Kat froze while Raditz tilted his head to look back at her.

"Shit! It's Bulma!" she whispered. "Get back here!" she whispered to him. She would never hear the end of it if Bulma found him in her room.

He slowly walked back towards her and leaned down to her level with his arms crossed over his chest. "I thought you wanted me to leave," he said in a low voice with that smug expression.

"Kat?" Bulma knocked.

"Coming Bulma!" Kat called as she nearly ran towards the door but was stopped when Raditz pulled her by the waist back to him. "What the hell? Let me go!" she whispered trying to push him away but somehow had managed to get them both tangled up in the damn blanket. They fell back on the bed with Kat on top of Raditz, straddling his waist. She was so much in war with the damn blanket that she completely forgot that she was in her panties. "I got it," she slapped his hands away from trying to help out.

"Kat are you ok?"

"Yeah, it's just another case of Kat versus the blanket. Uh, do you need something?" she called out. "Stop it," she slapped Raditz's hand away.

"I was going to tell you that I was going to go out for a while and that I would check up on Raditz for you."

"Aha," Kat laughed triumphantly, tossing the blanket aside. "Wait what? No!- I mean, you just go and have fun errr whatever you're going to do. I'll go and check up on Raditz myself," Kat said.

"You sure?"

"Positive." Kat assured all the while fighting with Raditz in an attempt to cover his mouth to keep him from saying anything aloud. God knows what Bulma would think if she came in and saw Kat straddling his waist practically half naked. "Stop it!" she whispered, getting her hands over his mouth. He took advantage of the opportunity and placed his hands on her hips.

They were both completely still and quiet until they were sure Bulma was gone. Once the coast was clear . . .

"You ass!" she tried punching his face but to no avail as he easily slapped her hands away.

"You know," he began as he caught her fist and leaned forward, "I wouldn't mind spending every morning like this . . . especially considering the great view."

That did it! She successfully socked him in the jaw with her other fist then got off of him with a flushed face.

"Heh," he grinned, completely unfazed at her feeble little attempt to injure him.

"Why were you here in the first place?" she asked, finally finding her usual charcoal-grey sweat pants, and put them on.

He sat up. "I was hungry."

". . . You . . . were hungry . . ." This again! Eyebrows twitching in irritation. "Raditz . . ."

"Hmm?" he turned to face her.

"GET OUT!" she exclaimed pointing towards the door.

He took his sweet ass time getting up until-

"No- wait," she sighed before running her hands over her face with a groan. Who knew what he would do when he exited her room. She walked over to the door and motioned for him to follow. When they reached his room, "Stay!" she pointed inside.

He looked down at her before entering with a smug as hell look on his face. "We'll see."

"You mother-"

He shut the door.

"Stupid Yamcha," Bulma huffed as she walked along the sidewalks of West City. "How dare he ask me to meet him for lunch when he's with another woman!"

Earlier in the morning, Yamcha had called Bulma and asked her if she would be interested in meeting him up for lunch. Bulma, being the person she is and considering her long history with Yamcha, accepted. But she also figured it was probably something important if he was taking time away from his training at Kami's Lookout to have lunch with her. She tried not to act so excited but could help it, wondering if he was going to beg for her forgiveness and if they would then reconcile. She was slightly relieved when Kat told her that she would check on Raditz herself and that she should just go.

She arrived a bit early and in the meantime decided to take a walk around the block not wanting it to look as if she were desperately waiting for him. If anything, he should be the one waiting up on her. As she was walking along, she couldn't believe what she saw . . . She saw him laughing away with two other women at a small café near the end of the block. By the looks of it, they were probably obsessed little fans of his from when he played baseball. Either way, it pissed her off to no end that those little bimbos would be flirting away with him. She immediately turned heel and stormed off.

"I miss the old days when he was terrified of talking to women," she sighed, then smiled a bit at those memories. She approached a local park and glanced around at the children running around, playing, and just having the time of their lives. That's when she spotted something- or rather someone familiar sitting on a bench at the other side of the playground under the shade of the trees. She couldn't really tell if it was the person she had in mind because there were kids everywhere.

"Is it? I wonder what she's doing here," Bulma wondered as she casually approached. "It is Kat," she mumbled, but upon closer observation, she realized that this woman wasn't her friend. Woah, not Kat! But she looks so much like her . . . For some reason, something about that woman was just eating away at Bulma. And she wanted to find out why, so she casually walked over to the other side of the playground and over to the bench.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" she politely asked the woman.

"Not at all dear," she replied.

Something about this woman was just screaming at Bulma as she took a seat on the bench. She resembled Kat in a way, except the woman looked to be older than Kat – but she still appeared to be young.

"Beautiful day isn't it?" the woman spoke.

"Yes, very." Bulma replied.

"They're perfect for the children to be outside and lively."

"Are you here with your children?"

"I, uh, I don't um, have any children."

It was very faint but Bulma could have sworn she heard "anymore" at the end of the woman's sentence.

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"No its fine, those days are long gone from me."

"My name is Bulma, by the way."

"Nice to meet you Bulma, my name is Maya."

Bulma froze for a second. Wasn't that the name of the lady that would always play with Kat back when she was a child? Something was just screaming at Bulma deep down telling her it there was more to this woman.

Oh my god! Is it possible that this woman is . . .

"Here's your damn food," Kat pushed the cart towards Raditz.

"It's about time," he said.

"Pain in the ass," she grumbled. She turned around to leave but froze when she felt a large hand grope her right ass cheek.

"Is this . . . it is chocolate," he said, holding up the candy bar he'd taken out of her back pocket.

"What the hell?" she squealed, scrambling back until her back met with the cold metal door.

The sight of her flushed cheeks made him smirk. "Thank you," he waved the wrapper at her, having easily eaten the bar in a bite.

"You son of a-" she reached over for the chair, "bitch!" and threw it at him.

He easily caught the chair and laughed as she exited the room.

It can't possibly be her! But the resemblance is unmistakable! Omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod!

"Maya? Hmm, that name sounds familiar. Have we met before?" Bulma asked.

Alright, play it cool.

"Not that I can recall," Maya replied.

"You remind me so much of someone I know," Bulma said.

"Do I?"

"Yeah, she looks like you except her hair is a lighter shade of brown and her eyes are green rather than brown," Bulma explained.

Maya gasped. "W-what's her name?" she asked in a shaky, almost pleading, voice.

Alright Bulma, now's the moment of truth.

"Katherine, her name's Katherine."

"K-Katherine? I . . . once had a daughter named Katherine . . ."

"Once had?" Bulma questioned softly.

"Many years ago, when I was a teenager, I guess you could say I was carefree and didn't really think about the consequences of my actions. Well, when I was fifteen, I got pregnant. My parents, ashamed, kicked me out, so my boyfriend now husband's family took me in. They were going through some rough times and I having a baby wouldn't really help things, especially considering they welcomed me with open arms. I knew that if I was to have and keep the baby, we would probably go into poverty, and I didn't want to raise my child in such conditions so I did what was best and gave her up. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do and even to this day the pain has never subsided. But I knew she was alright. I would often walk around the orphanage when the children would be out and playing, and I would spot her running around happily with the other children. I would often play with her as well as some of the other children. One look at her and I knew she was our child. She had her father's green eyes and light hair . . . just looking at her made my heart ache, knowing my baby was right there and I couldn't do anything about it, but I was content knowing I could see her as often as I did – knowing she was alright and healthy. Then, one day, I heard that she had run away, and I felt as if my world had just been destroyed. They searched quite a while for her until they finally deemed that she had either met an unfortunate end or was taken in by the 'wrong' people. Deep down, I knew she wasn't dead, I guess you could call it mother's intuition."

Bulma's heart cried out for this woman having to go through so much, just like Kat. She definitely had to make this right, for her and for Kat.

"But, you're telling me you know my daughter?" Maya questioned hopefully.

"I'm positive. Your resemblance to each other is unmistakable."

"I-I can't believe this," Maya whispered as tears began to fall down her cheeks.

"Miss Maya are you alright?" Bulma asked concerned.

"Yes yes, it's just that . . . well, I'm so happy is all. Please, Bulma, tell me, how long have you known her, how has she been, how is she now- I'm sorry, I'm probably freaking you out with all of these question," she laughed slightly, wiping a few tears away.

"No not at all," Bulma assured. "I've known her for a nice four to five years but it definitely feels like much longer. She's one of my best friends, heck, she's like a sister to me. I can always count on her and I always know she has my back. She's been great all of these years, and let me tell you first hand that she is one of the most wonderful person I know."

"You're pissing me off!" Kat exclaimed.

"You're pissing me off!" Raditz shot back.

"Give me my candy back!"

"Go get your own," he replied, holding said bar up above her and out of her reach, blatantly taking advantage of his height.

"I DID! But your ass barged in here and snatched it away!"

"Well I was terribly bored."

"Well then take a nap, meditate, read a book, something! Just leave me and my candy bars alone!"

"Alone? Oh Katherine, I'm afraid I cannot leave you alone."

She glared up at him.

"Do you hate me?" he said in a mocking tone, almost a purr, as he leaned down slightly.

"Oh ho ho, you have no idea," she replied with a fake smile.

"That hurts me," he mockingly replied, holding his heart.

"Oh that's funny, you're holding the spot where your heart's supposed to be," she replied sarcastically.

"I hold you very dear to me, Katherine," he flashed her that roguish smile with his hand still over his heart.

"Too bad I can't say the same," she boringly picked at her fingernails.

"In order to verify everything, how would you feel about a DNA test?" Bulma offered.

"Of course."

"Are you familiar with Capsule Corp.?" Bulma asked.

"Yes I am."

"Great! So how about you come on by later in the evening, if that's ok with you, or would you prefer a different time?"

"Later in the evening sounds great."

"Awesome, so I guess I'll see you later… Mrs. Felis?"

Maya froze for a second. "That's our name," she said, new tears rimming her eyes.

"She's clung to it all these years," Bulma smiled. "It's all she ever had."

After parting ways with Maya, Bulma had a lot of things on her mind as she headed back home. The biggest being the fact that Maya even remembered Kat being her daughter. That made her think back to the wish they'd made for Kat years ago.

"Hmm, we wished that everyone's memories of Kat being a criminal be erased . . . so does that mean that the memories of her prior to those events are intact? If so, then that explains why Maya still remembers her. So I suppose I can understand why people who knew her prior to the events probably think she's dead. Wow, the last memories of her those people at the orphanage had were of her running away. I can't imagine how bad they must've felt."

She sighed, "Oh but she's anything but dead all right. I suppose it was convenient in being specific on that wish. I wonder though, who else might remember her . . ."

Stare.

Twitch.

Stare.

Twitch.

Stare.

"I swear we should put you in an underground bunker and leave you to rot!"

"Now, Katherine, what fun would that be?" he smirked.

"It'd be a lot of fun actually, for me, that is. I wouldn't need to see you every day," she smiled at him from across the table.

"That hurts me," he said mockingly.

"Does it look like a give a damn." She sighed, "Why won't you leave me alone?"

"I told you, I've had enough of being in the confines of that room."

"Well, you know, we wouldn't be having this issue if you were more, umm, I don't know, trustable!"

"I was about to die."

"We wouldn't be in this damn predicament if you actually did die and if Goku never let go of your tail in the first place."

"So it's Kakarrot's fault."

"N-no! It's not his, it's yours! You're the one who pulled the whole 'please' crap in the first place which then resulted in Goku letting your tail go."

"Well I've had time to think."

"And?"

"And it's like I've said, I don't want to go back working for a ruthless tyrant and a haughty prince." He actually was telling the truth. He didn't want to work for Frieza and he certainly didn't want to work with Vegeta, their prince. What better way to test out his new strength, gained from his near death experience, than to prove himself by beating the crap out of the prince.

"What exactly do you want though?"

"I want a lot of things, Katherine. But in this instance, I want to get stronger."

"What will you do afterwards?"

"Get what I want.. and also teach that prince a good lesson." Something along those lines. But mainly to get what he wanted.

"You said that there are two Saiyans coming to Earth, both stronger than you individually. So combined wouldn't they be . . ." she trailed off.

"Hence the training. They're in route here while I still have time to hone up my skills. And besides, I'm pretty sure the green man will be a bit stronger as will Kakarrot when he returns. And if that brat can learn to control his power, then he might actually stand a chance."

"The brat's name is Gohan."

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, he's your nephew whether you like it or not."

"Tch."

"Anyways, it's not like it was just going to be Piccolo, Goku, and Gohan fighting. I know the others are training right now for the upcoming battle."

"Others?"

"Humans… for the most part."

"Regardless if they may be warriors, no human can stand a chance up against a Saiyan," he sneered.

"You underestimate humans. You'd be surprised by just what we're capable of," she chided, waving her finger at him.

"Tch, pathetic creatures," he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Don't underestimate us," she pointed her finger at him. "Now c'mon. I think Bulma's back. If she sees you here, then you probably will be living underground."

Heh, since when did she care? Before he could say anything she practically dragged him out of the room by his arm.

"I've never had a woman handle me in such a way," he grinned when she abruptly let him go.

"Get.. get in the room. Now." She didn't even bother hiding her annoyance.

Standing in front of the door frame, he crossed his arms and slowly leaned down to speak to her on a more 'personal' level. "Until I get what I want Katherine, don't be surprised if I end up in your bed."

Eyes narrowed. "Did you just… Are you- was that an- "

"You're a very sound sleeper after all, and we've established these doors cannot confine me."

Kat was at a loss for words when he stepped back and the door closed between them. "That son of a bitch!" she gritted as she headed towards the kitchen to raid the monster of a fridge.

"Kat?" Bulma questioned, noticing someone shuffling around.

"Yo." Kat poked her head up with a dinner roll stuffed in her mouth. "So, how did whatever you were going to do go?" she finally managed.

"Oh it was . . . okay. Not what I expected but very pleasant."

She couldn't possibly tell Kat right away. This wasn't exactly an easy topic. She wanted to have everything confirmed before she could slowly break the news in.

"For a second there, I thought you went to see Yamcha."

"Heh, no no," Bulma waved at her friend.

After a small chat, the two women each went their separate ways. Bulma headed off towards her lab and Kat out for a walk. She definitely needed the fresh air before she punched a wall with Raditz's face on it.

"Ah this feels nice," Kat sighed as she walked around downtown. She loved the feel of the breeze on her face. "Now what to do," she mumbled, walking past many bars. "Oh what the hell," she walked into the closest bar. Upon entering, she noticed it was completely empty except for a guy wiping off some tables.

Is it closed? The sun is barely setting, she thought.

"This place closed?" she asked.

"Na, we're open," the guy replied without looking up.

"Where is everyone?" she asked, taking a seat at the counter.

"Probably at the baseball game," the man replied. "I'll be right up hun," he said, finishing with the table then walked around the counter. "Now, what can I get you?"

After ordering her drink, she couldn't help but feel as if she'd met this guy before. He seemed really familiar.

"Here you go," he said handing her the drink.

His voice sounded really familiar too . . .

"Say, you look familiar. Have I met you before?" he asked, sliding his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

That's when it hit her. This man, whom she hadn't seen in over three years, was Bo – the brains of her former group!

Omigod! It is him! Shit what do I say? He probably doesn't remember me!

"I don't think so," she answered. Holy shit he had facial hair now! What?!

"You sure? I feel as though I've met you before," he said, looking at her thoughtfully.

"Now that I think about it, you do look familiar," she took a sip of her drink.

Before he could reply, the door swung open and three figures entered.

"Entire downtown is empty," the larger man said.

"Everyone is probably up at the stadium," another one said, taking a seat next to Kat.

"Put the game on Bo, will ya?" the third one said.

"Sure thing Byrne," Bo replied as he tuned the TV to the game.

Kat was screaming inside! These four men were her former 'partners' and basically the only family she had ever had. After so long, here they were! And they didn't remember her! AAAHHH! She felt as if she wanted to repeatedly bang her head on the counter.

"What brings you here pretty lady?" the guy sitting next to her, Ty, asked.

"Just wandering around and felt like I needed a drink," Kat replied, drinking her beverage.

"Ah, speaking of which, I feel as though I need a drink too. Whip me up a Mojito would ya?"

"You can make it yourself Ty," Byrne said as he walked from around the counter and took a seat on a stool.

"Fine," Ty grumbled, jumping over the counter to make his drink.

"Who owns this place?" Kat asked finishing up her drink.

"Well, since we all put money in to buy the place . . . I guess we all have equal shares in ownership," Byrne answered as he glanced at her. He did a double take and looked back her. "Hey you look real familiar."

"That's what I said," Bo beamed.

"That's a bit weird," Ty muttered. "I mean c'mon, we seem to recognize you from somewhere but don't know exactly where. How weird is that?"

"Very." Koga nodded.

"But seriously though, what's your name?"

"Katherine," she answered.

"Hmm, sounds familiar."

"What are your names?"

It was them. It was really them. And it hurt her so much that she couldn't do anything.

"Those names do sound familiar but I just can't remember from where."

"Eh, oh well. I'm sure it'll come to me later," Byrne shrugged as they all turned their attention towards the game playing on the TV. Throughout the time, they just talked about the game and who they thought was going to win, and this and that about the players. Once the game ended, Kat paid off her bill, thanked the guys for a pleasant evening, and then headed back home. It felt like back then, cracking jokes and laughing together.

It pained her but she was glad they were all fine and well.