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"Ugh," Kat groaned, sprawled out on the bed. She stared at the ceiling of her temporary home before glancing over at the manila folder next to her. It had been about a week since she arrived and finally got around to actually look over the damn thing. She kept putting it off but finally had no other excuse. Hell, she managed to get Baby Dino back to his parents before she actually got around to read the papers.

The papers were right there yet it was still very hard to grasp it all. The serenity in the mountain allowed her to take everything in with a clear mind but that didn't mean it processed well. She didn't know what to feel. Happy? Sad? Excited? Angry? Nervous? Anxious? Scared?

There were so many questions flooding her mind, questions that she had long forgotten for the sake of moving on and living her life. But now, those questions were back and she wanted answers now more than ever.

She couldn't hide out in the mountain forever. It was about time she returned to the city.

"Hey! Kat!" Bulma greeted as she spotted her friend across the hallway. "Um, where's Raditz?"

Kat froze slightly but quickly recovered.

"We bumped into Gohan and Piccolo up there-"

"And they killed him.."

Kat sweatdropped. "No, unfortunately. He went and joined then in order to train."

"Ah, so that happened after all. Guess that settled that discussion."

Kat nodded with a small smile.

Bulma laughed, "That's a relief. So anyways, how are you? Really."

". . . Tired," she said sheepishly. "But seriously, I'm fine. I've had time to think and get my thoughts and emotions straight and so I feel as though everything will be alright."

"You sure?" Bulma placed an assuring hand on Kat's shoulder.

"Of course," Kat gave her a smile and a thumbs up before heading up to her room. As she passed Raditz's now empty room, she cast it a cursory glance before deeply sighing and continuing on to her room.

"Ah, my sweet, lovely bed how I have missed you!" she moaned as she threw herself onto her bed and just laid there, enjoying the comfort. There was nothing like that feeling of lying down on your own bed.

She looked up when she heard a knock on her door and saw Bulma peek her head in.

"Hey."

"Yo," Kat sat up. "Something wrong?"

Bulma entered and closed the door behind her then took a seat on the bed. "I forget to tell you. Around two or three days ago some guys came here looking for you, or rather saying they wanted to talk to you."

"Were they cops? 'Cause you know the rule about the po-po."

Bulma laughed softly, "Yes I know the rule. But no, there were four guys, rather good looking if I do say so myself, and they didn't look like cops or anything. They just came in the evening and asked if they could talk to you."

Four guys? Who could possibly…? Wait . . .

"And what did you tell them?"

"That you weren't around," Bulma shrugged. They asked when you would be here. They didn't look like weirdos so I simply told them you'd be back by the end of the week."

"Did they give you names?"

"No. They just thanked me and said they would come back at a later date."

Kat lied back down and sprawled her arms out. "I guess we'll just have to wait 'til they return huh?"

"I guess so," Bulma patted Kat on her knee before taking off.

"So now this," Kat sighed.

Out in a disclosed location . . .

Raditz grunted as he landed on his back with a loud thud.

"Come on, you were stronger the first time I fought you. What is this?" Piccolo remarked as he looked down at the Saiyan. "Surely you haven't grown weak in the time you've spent with that woman?"

Eyes narrowed as he got up and wiped some blood off his lip. Just who in the hell did the green man think he was in calling him weak? He was a Saiyan damnit! A powerful race of warriors who lived for the thrill of a good fight!

Piccolo smirked to himself, sensing the increase in power emanating from the Saiyan. Something he said must have gotten to him. Good. After a few more rounds, Piccolo took in how the sun was beginning to set and figured that'd be it for the day, but that the Saiyan was more than welcome to continue on his own.

"Here," Gohan said, offering his uncle some fruit. "I figured you must be hungry so I brought you this."

Raditz eyed the fruit then his nephew until he reluctantly accepted the offering. He sat down and leaned back against a tree as he took a bite. He noticed that Gohan had followed him and had taken a seat beside him and he couldn't help but wonder..

"Why?" Raditz began, gazing off into the distance.

"Huh?" Gohan question innocently, looking up at his uncle.

"Why . . . why are you so nice to me? Why are you so nice to me considering all that I've put you through . . . and what I did to your father? If it weren't for me, your father would still be alive and you wouldn't be in this situation to begin with."

"Well, training here with Mister Piccolo has given me a lot of time to think. I know that if my dad was still around, he'd want me to forgive you and give you another chance because everyone deserves a second chance and especially because you're my uncle. We're family. On any other occasion, things would probably be different. But that's not the case now because I know my dad will return and help us, and I also know that he wouldn't be proud of me if I held resentment for you despite what you've done."

Raditz glanced down at his nephew. "What if this were to all be a façade and I were to betray you once again?"

"I know you won't," Gohan answered confidently.

Raditz raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You sound mighty confident, boy. What makes you sound so sure?"

"Miss Kat."

Why was she coming up? Again? And why did it get to him? "What about her?" he bit into his fruit.

"You like her right?"

After nearly choking on the fruit, he stared at the boy through wide eyes. "What are you saying boy?"

"Well you two were together for a long time and you never hurt her. And I always thought that if a boy likes a girl then he stays close to her."

Eyes wide and mouth agape, Raditz stared at his nephew in disbelief. Just what in the hell was this kid saying?

Having recovered, he smugly replied, "Don't confuse my patience for that woman with anything else. She was simply a means to entertain myself while being locked up for so long."

But it was so much more than that.

That woman had gotten to him.

The feel of her body against his, her lips moving with his, those soft gasps when he kissed her neck…

Damn it. He was beginning to regret his little stunt before his departure. If anything, it only left him wanting more.

It had all finally boiled over. He wanted that woman. And it was driving him insane.

Damn that woman.

Bulma let out a deep sigh within the confines of her lab. She had finished having dinner with Kat not too long ago and now Kat was surely taking a shower. Knowing her friend, Kat would most likely be in the shower for a good half an hour if not more; Kat was practically immobile when stuffed with food. However that was more than enough time for her guests to drop on by. She made her way to the phone and made a quick call.

In about ten minutes, her guests arrived and were waiting at the entrance of Capsule Corp.

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Felis, glad you guys could drop on by. I have the papers upstairs in one of my offices so if you'll please follow me," Bulma greeted as she led the way upstairs.

Meanwhile, Kat was in one of Bulma's small offices leaning back in a chair as the TV ran in the background. As she was heading back to her room, she had passed by one of Bulma's offices and decided to pick up an article Bulma had told her about during dinner. She skimmed through it but eventually found herself immersed, reading the entire thing. She let out a deep sigh as she set the papers down on the small table and propped her head on her hand. She closed her eyes and took in the evening news until the sound of the door opening shifted her attention. Her back was to the door but she already knew it was her friend.

"Kat," Bulma sounded surprised.

A soft gasp could be heard.

"I thought you were taking a shower," Bulma spoke slowly. She was definitely not expecting this. She had no idea Kat would be in there.

Kat noticed the tone of Bulma's voice as well as the gasp. She slowly turned around and stood up, surprised to see Bulma standing at the doorway with two people, a man and a woman. They were both staring at Kat as though they had seen a ghost. But, that woman… she looked so familiar...

That woman somewhat reminded Kat of, herself. That's when it hit her . . . her eyes widened in realization.

"Kat," Bulma spoke softly, "These… these are your parents, Maya and Seto."

Kat was in shock, completely paralyzed, unable to move, no matter how hard she tried. Her heart was burning a furious hole in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She couldn't even utter a single sound.

"Katherine," Maya began shakily, tears already trailing down her cheeks.

Both Maya and Seto slowly approached Kat, both trying to hold in their tears but to no avail.

Kat took an unsteady, almost hesitant, step forward. She could feel tears forming up in her eyes.

What the hell? She though. With everything that had happened in her life, she wasn't really one to cry so easily, let alone be very emotional for that matter.

They met halfway in a heartwarming, loving embrace. Only then did Kat's tears finally fall.

"Katherine . . . It's really you," Seto whispered as he embraced his daughter for the first time in over twenty years. "You've grown up."

A teary Kat could only nod as she embraced her parents for the first time – a wide range of emotions surging her mind. She'd never experienced the loving feeling of being embraced by loving parents. It was all new to her but she liked it and the warmth she felt inside by it. She would feel something when the motherly Mrs. Briefs would give her a hug but now she knew it was nothing compared to being embraced by your real parents.

Bulma was on the verge of tears as well as she watched the loving reunion take place in her office. This was not exactly what she had in mind when she imagined their reunion but the fact that it already happened was what was most important. She'd never seen her friend in such a state. She knew that Kat always kept a front up and she perfectly understood why, especially considering all of what her younger friend had gone though in her childhood and later teen years. But now as she observed her friend, she couldn't help but notice how Kat looked completely defenseless, vulnerable even. No front, no nothing.

Bulma also observed just how much Kat resembled her parents. It was almost as if a DNA test was unnecessary due to the obvious resemblance but it was always best to be one hundred percent sure. Kat was just as how Maya had described her – she had her father's lighter shade of brown hair as well as his smoldering emerald eyes. Bulma could also notice that Kat had her mother's similar facial structure as well as her soft features and beauty.

"I just can't believe it. You're here, you're really here Katherine," Maya wiped her tears away as she looked over her daughter and just how grown up she really was. Kat was no longer the little girl whom she would play with all those years ago. She had definitely grown up to be a beautiful young woman.

"I can't believe you're here too," Kat managed to say with a smile as she too wiped her tears away.

Bulma cleared her throat, getting everyone's attention. "How about we move to a different room so we can all sit down and talk about things?" she suggested.

"That would be nice," Kat smiled to which her parents nodded in agreement. They all then moved to a rather small lounge room where they all took a seat at the table and began catching up on things. Kat and Bulma sat across from Maya and Seto as they explained their story.

"I knew there was something about you whenever you would play with me at the orphanage," Kat smiled. Many years later and she now knew why she felt a bond with that woman.

From the orphanage, Kat then explained her story from when she left or rather ran away. She figured she'd omit some stuff such as becoming a criminal and stuff. Telling them everything right away probably wasn't the best idea in the world.

"The only thing that matters now is that we are here as a family," Seto said as he held both his daughter and wife's hand.

Soon after, Bulma excused herself and left the reunited family alone so they could talk amongst themselves. It wasn't until a few hours later when she heard them coming down the stairs that she figured they had probably called it a night.

Bulma was watching TV in one of the living rooms when Kat plopped down beside her and gave her a hug.

"Thank you Bulma, for everything. You've done so much for me and if it weren't for you, who knows where I would be right now. I owe everything to you."

"What are you talking about kiddo? You don't owe me anything. You're like my sister and sisters look out for one another and help one another out."

Kat's eyes softened, "Bulma, thank you."

A few weeks later . . .

Damn, damn, damn it all! He couldn't sleep, he couldn't think, and it was all because of her, that damn woman.

He deeply exhaled as he gazed up at the moon.

He was supposed to be training to get stronger! Yet he could not focus on the task at hand. His mind kept lingering!

She was nowhere in the area and yet she still managed to mess with him.

"Katherine," he breathed, "Damn you."

"Uncle Raditz? Why aren't you sleeping?" a sleepy-eyed Gohan asked.

What the- when did the boy get there? How did he not sense him? He was now fully capable at sensing ki but he didn't understand how the boy managed to slip by . . . Damn it! He couldn't even properly sense ki!

"I, uh, wasn't very tired," was what he could think of. "What are you doing boy?"

"Oh, me? I, uh, had to pee and noticed you weren't there," the young Saiyan replied, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Figures. The kid was passed out when he left and it didn't surprise him that the urge to urinate would quickly wake the boy.

"Is there something on your mind?" the young Saiyan questioned, noticing the distant look on his uncle's face. "Is it Miss Kat?"

Eyes immediately narrowed.

"The fact that you just narrowed your eyes at me, confirms my question. Uncle, no offense, but you don't seem to be as strong and powerful as the first time you fought my dad and Mr. Piccolo."

"Are you saying I'm weak?" Raditz questioned in a dangerously low voice as he stared down his nephew.

"N-no!" Gohan quickly defended, putting his hands up as he could feel the older Saiyan's energy slowly begin to rise. "W-what I'm saying is that you've seemed distracted these past days. Why don't you just settle any things you need to settle with Miss Kat then come back? We've still got some months to go but that won't make a difference if you can't seem to concentrate and focus on our main objective here."

How old was this kid again? He certainly didn't appear to be the same brat he had first encountered months ago. He couldn't believe it though, being talked to in such a manner by a mere child . . . What stung the most was the fact that, although extremely reluctant to admit it, the boy's words told the truth. It was a battle of his own ego against his pride. . . Damn it all! Swallowing his pride and degrading himself to such a level, he made up his mind.

Gohan observed his uncle with concern as he noticed him clench his fists tightly and scowl.

"U-Uncle Raditz-" the boy began timidly but was interrupted.

"Gohan," Raditz began as he turned his back to the boy.

"Y-yes sir?"

"I'm going to take a short leave, try not to miss your favorite uncle too much," he said with that evil smirk before taking off.

He had made up his mind . . . oh yes he did.

Katherine . . . his Katherine . . . yes his. She had taken to his liking and because of that, he wanted her, desired her. He was a possessive bastard and the mere thought of another male touching her made his blood boil. He wanted her and he would have her, despite whatever she may do or say.

It had been a few weeks since Kat had met her parents and everything seemed to be going great. She had been spending a lot of time with them for they had years to catch up on. She was really happy to be able to spend time with her family but even with everything that had been going on, she felt as though she still needed her personal space which is why she still resided at Capsule Corp.

With everything that had been going on, Bulma decided that a girls night out was in order. But that girl's night out eventually turned into Kat rubbing Bulma's back while the latter downed her sorrows with alcohol. Someone had to stay sober.

"I mean, I try to be mature about this. No one is perfect and I understand that but how much is too much? How many more chances can I give him?"

With her head propped on her palm, Kat simply nibbled on some tortilla chips while Bulma went on and on. She loved her friend, but there was no point in talking when Bulma would not remember a single thing once the hungover kicked in.

"Is it because they're prettier? Is that it? Am I not pretty?"

Oh boy. Bulma was all over the place in her drunken tirade. She went from blaming herself for her situation with Yamcha to damning him for all eternity. Then she went off on a ramble about some lab analysis that had been giving her trouble followed with some crying about why obsidian was felsic when it was so dark... Oh boy indeed. Once it got to the point that Bulma's speech was noticeably impaired, Kat decided it was time to take them home. Ahh, but not before being treated to a 'lovely' personal concert courtesy of her drunken friend.

"A little bit of Monica in my life

A little bit of Erica by my side"

"No more alcohol for you in a long while," Kat leaned Bulma against a street pole so that she could go through Bulma's bag and get the capsule containing their car. Having found it, she activated it and went to help her friend in.

"No," Bulma shook her head, leaning against the car and patting the hood. "S'needs key."

"A key? Since when do these things need keys?" Kat searched through the bag some more leaving Bulma unattended to for about a minute. However that minute was more than enough time for Bulma to drag herself inside the vehicle and, for some unknown reason, manage to hit a mailbox while in reverse.

"Shit!" Kat hurried over. "Bulma, THERE WAS NEVER A KEY YOU DRUNK TURD!" she shoved her friend over and took the wheel to finally drive them home.

"Obsidian should be mafic because it's dark but it's not, it's felsic. Why?" Bulma whined while being helped up to her room.

"Well it's felsic because it has a high silica content," Kat exhaled, practically throwing Bulma on her bed. "You know this."

"But whyyy," Bulma whined against the pillow, slowly drifting off. Kat moved Bulma's head to the side so the drunkie wouldn't suffocate. She then set a trash bin next to the bed and a pill with a glass of water on the nightstand just in case Bulma woke up to some 'bad feelings'.

Ha, this hangover would be a bitch. But Kat had done all she could for her friend. It was late and it was time for bed.

Entering her room, she didn't even bother to switch on the lights. She dragged herself to her bed but not before bumping into a tall figure.

He clamped his hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming or talking louder than necessary and brought her body to his to prevent her from flailing around.

"Miss me?" he breathed in her ear from behind.

Whatever sleepiness she was feeling was gone in that instant.

What the fu- Raditz? She reached out and turned on the lamp on the nightstand to see if it really was him and sure enough, the bastard was smirking at her. She pushed his hands away and took a step back but he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her to him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she whispered, placing her hands on his chest and pressing lightly in an attempt to keep some kind of distance between the two. But that wasn't really working as he craned his neck down slightly so that their faces were so close to the point of touching.

"Katherine," he breathed huskily, his breath warm against her cheek as he began to nuzzle her hair then slowly down to-

"No." She pushed his face away but he still had his hold on her. "If you think you can pull the stupid shit you did when we were on the mountain just to come back here and expect me to-"

He silenced her words by capturing her lips with his.

The kisses started off soft, passionate, playful, yet as time went on, had grown filled with hunger, desire and lust. Kat wrapped her arms around his neck to one, support herself, and two, to run her hands through his hair.

He wanted this woman, her body, her being, her essence. Everything. He desired her. He needed every sense of her to be his and no one else's. And for that he definitely planned on making her his.

He surprised her when his hands went to her rear, groping as he pushed feverishly against her, letting her know just how much he craved her. He then hoisted her up so that she was more at level with him so she wouldn't have to lean so much up to him. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as their tongues battled it out in an epic fight. A fiery feeling that was growing stronger by each second was brewing in each of their chest as their breathing had become ragged.

She was growing very excited as the moments passed and she could feel his excitement as well every time he ground his hips against hers, always eliciting a soft moan from her.

She slowly pulled away from his lips and gazed into his demanding eyes. This was finally going to happen and she wasn't even drunk.