There was a voice right behind me who said that. A deep, dark, cold voice. And I knew exactly who said it. Bulma’s eyes were bulging out of her head looking past me. I could see him in her eyes.
I didn’t move, I didn’t blink, I didn’t even breathe for a few minutes (or so it felt like).

“Please Vegeta, leave her alone. Don’t do this to her---”

“Silence Women!” He yelled at her. And I felt my ear drums burst from it.

At this moment I didn’t know what to do, I was to scarred.

’Damn…’ I thought, ‘why did I have to be born a Saiya-jin?’

Vegeta finally spoke and said, “Fiona come with me, I need to talk to you about something.”
I turned around very slowly and looked up at him, he was looking at me while I was doing so.

“And don’t worry,” he continued, “Were just going to talk.” He gave a little smirk, and walked out the bedroom door.
I finally let out a huge breath, I seemed to have held it longer then I thought. I looked back at Bulma, and saw that she was still looking at the area wear Vegeta was standing.

”Bulma, I guess I’ll see you later.” She whipped her head back to look at me.

“Fiona, you don’t have to go.” She seemed to be whispering still. Man I wish she wouldn’t do that, she seemed so week. And the Bulma I knew was never like this.

”Don’t worry Bulma, remember what he said? Were just going to talk, nothing else.” I tried my best fake-realistic smile I could manage. Actually I knew he wanted something else…but I didn’t want to face the truth and believe myself, or him.

I let myself out of the room and followed him toward a different room that took a couple of curves and turns to get to it. My legs felt week, and I held my arms together trying to get them to stop shaking.

We ended up being at the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door and took out some meat, cheese, bread, and a bunch of other stuff that I recognized as mayonnaise, lettuce, and tomato. I sat at one of the chairs that was hooked up to the island table.

“Do you want one?” He asked me opening bag of bread and took out two slices.

“Yes please.” I said; I was feeling a little bit hungry, and shocked that he actually offered me one.

“Here…” he moved the bag and started to make his. Obvious, that he wasn’t going to be making anything for me.

I got back up and walked over to Vegeta and grabbed the bag of bread. By the time I had two pieces of bread out of the bag, he was sitting down eating the one he had just made.

“So…you don’t remember anything?” My back was turned from him while I was making my sandwich.

“Remember what?” I wiped on the mayonnaise with my knife.

“Remember anything about planet Vegeta, your mother, your family, anything?” I could here him chew while he said that.

“No, and besides how would I be able to remember?” While slapping on the lettuce.

“Saiya-jin’s have a way of remembering things even if they were babies, they could always remember some things.”

“Could you?” Challenging him; and finally putting the other half of bread on my sandwich, and came over to eat with him.

I sat down, and I could see he had finished his sandwich. And now was thinking thoughtfully to himself.

“Well…” he began, looking like he was thinking pretty hard “not exactly…”

“See? So how do you expect me to remember?” After saying that, I took a big bite out of my sandwich.

“Because queens, and princess are different then kings and princes.”

His elbows were on the table and he had his chin on his hands.

“You mean boys and girls?” I corrected him. I figured there shouldn’t much difference.

“No, you may think there isn’t much difference, but there is. You see women in the rowel bloodline, usually have what you people have, different colored hair, eyes; Sometimes even skin. But normal people have plain black hair and eyes.”
He took a breath and turned to look at me for once.

“You see,” he continued “your mother made your hair dark, same with your eyes. She wanted to hide you, but with what we found only a couple of months ago, we knew who you were already.”

“What did you find?” I said, looking at him questionably.

“Come I’ll show you, this was what I was planning to show you.” He stood up and walked out of that room, while I followed right behind him.

His arms were folded, and he had a sharp walk. I walked next to him, wandering how long it would take me to understand the whole truth about my life. I hated feeling holes in my head, when I didn’t even understand why they were even there in the first place. We were still walking on…when finally we stopped at a door, and not just any old’ door. It was a door that appeared to have a thousands of computerized locks that looked like that maybe even Vegeta couldn’t even open it. But he didn’t need brut strength to open this door that was part giant. All he did was press a button that I hadn’t noticed before, and a flat piece of metal rolled up to show a blue gelatin (think “Charles Angels”). He laid his hand down on it, and you could see a green light go up and down under his hand. Then after he was done and he took his hand of it, all the locks seemed to just pop off. And the door lightly, and gently opened. It was pitch black inside, you could tell because the light seemed to just crawl on the floor when the door opened.

We walked in and the lights flickered on in a wave of lights.
There were a lot of things, but you couldn’t tell what they all were because they were covered with white sheets. Reaching my hand out to almost touching one of the things, and…

“Don’t touch anything!” Vegeta yelled at me sharply.

My hand jerked back to me, and I looked up at Vegeta.

“Well, you don’t have to shout.” I said, scolding him.

He ignored me and went over to something that had a long white sheet over it. It was high as the ceiling.
He jurked the sheet down, and there it was. I recognized it right away, it was the glass tube I was in when I had first past out from. It was a round enclosed glass case, the one that I obviously stubbed my fingers agents.

I touched it only slightly agents the palm of my hand.

”So,” I started “this is how I got here in the first place.”

“Yes.” He said flatly.

“So, can I go back?” Some hope arose since I was missing my brothers and dad so very much.

“Not anytime soon.” He said, and all that hope washed out that was just there.

“When, then?” while saying this, I put both of my hands on the round class jar; with him at my back.

“I’m not sure…but you already know why you’re here, of course.”

I turned around to face him and put my hands on my hips, I blew some air between my lips and lazily said.

“Yeah sure,” I said, tired of hearing it as it was; “I’ve known it for some time, since you pointed it out when I first got here. Remember?”

“Yes, yes…but that’s actually not why you’re here Fiona…”

“Oh, My GOSH!” I screamed, I was going berserk over all of this confusion, and it was starting to seriously get to me.

I spun around and just looked at him with eyes that I knew looked evil. All he did was just stare at me.

“What’s your problem?” He said with an annoying voice.

“What’s my Problem?” I repeated back to him, sounding a little bit crazed.

“Well, let me think. Oh yeah, first of all I’m taken away by my brothers cartoon characters. Then sexually harassed by one of the crazed cartoon characters. Then he tells me that that I’m supposed fuck him and have his freaken baby!”

Vegeta had backed up about five steps away and looked like he was about to be attacked by the strongest villain, he’d ever fought.

“Calm down!” he yelled, holding his hands up in a defensive manner, not that I could do anything to hurt him.

“Listen, this isn’t a good time to tell you about your past, or what the real reason you’re here for. I know it’s frustrating, but I’ll explain it all later to you. Just go back to your room and do something relaxing, I won’t tell you if your not.”

I took a deep breath, and let it all out followed by my shoulders. Maybe I was being a little too wound up…I though.

I looked at my feet and said sully “Fine.”

“Good,” sounding much more confidant, like he won a battle or something. “I’m going back to check on Bulma, and explain to her what’s going on and to apologize to her…and to you too.”

What he said last made my look up at him; apologizing to me? I continued to look at him, puzzled.

He chuckled a little, “Yes, I apologize…Fiona.”

When he said my name I felt my jaw drop.

“It was too fast for you,” He continued, “and you still had know idea who you were properly.”

I wanted to burst out laughing. Vegeta, or all people was apologizing to me?!

But I did understand why he was. It was to fast, and I didn’t understand why he didn’t get it over with while he had the chance.

He noticed I still looked confused.

“Yes I know it was a little forward of me to put you in thoughts positions, and touch you indecently like I did. But the only reason didn’t, was because well for one thing I already have a mate, a son, and a lovely daughter. And to have a child with you would be a total disgrace, for me and for the Brief family.”

“Because of Bulma, Trunks, and Bra you wouldn’t of ‘did it’ with me?” I asked him again, because it didn’t seem like him to have that answer. Because I mean there could be some way cover that it was his if I had his child. Not that I am complaining that I would want his baby; I don’t. But it just seemed odd, that’s all.

“Well, that and that you were not ready.” He winked at me and gave me his devilish grin I knew very well now of.

I nodded my head; I didn’t want to ask what he meant because I was afraid what he would say. But I had a good feeling he meant that I wasn’t ready to have sex, period.

“OK,” I said finally, “I get it.”

“OK, now take this.”

He handed me a flat, what looked like a ‘computer clipboard.’ It was as long as one and it had funny screen keys at which I could touch the top half. And the bottom half, which looked like a keyboard, had other little buttons with letters on it.

On the top half screen, there were a lot of English words. Seemed like information to me more or less.

“You wanted to know your past, well here is some of it.”

He was leaving me… “Wait!” I called to him.

He turned around to look at me, I pointed to the computerized clipboard, and looked at him confused.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot your dement ion doesn’t have technology like ours. Here,” He pointed to one of the buttons on the bottom section.

“Press this button for the next page of info, and press this,” He pointed the upper half of the screen. “For pictures. It was fortunate that your mother took pictures and information while she was going through her life. Or we would have never known about you or what they were doing to the queens of the Saiya-jins. ”

“What do you mean?”

“This will tell you all in good time Fiona. Now come, you need to sleep.” He was walking away, and I followed him.
I decided to hold off reading it until I get into my room and was able to relax.

After some time walking down the corridors, Vegeta stopped and opened the door and I looked in; it was my room.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” I said I would, and he said good-bye.

I

Watched him walk down the hall, and after awhile I walked into my room, and closed the door. I was alone.

The clock on the wall that said 9:15 at night was glowing neon, like a sign that said OPEN. The light seemed annoying; I walked over to it, and unplugged the clock. It turned off like a burnt out bulb.

I was beginning to feel a little tired, but I needed to know who I was and what was going on. I walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face…and looked at my self. I was, supposedly, finished changing. My hair and eyes were complete, and I had to say, I looked HOT! My hair came down in red ringlets to my shoulders, in a messy wave. And my eyes were a beautiful emerald green. I looked like a wild child; my face was still the same color. Some what tan, but know freckles like red heads should. I loved it, it felt so much better then my plain old black hair and black eyes.

I went to my bed and dressed into the lacy PJ’s that Bulma had bought for me. I would have never worn it if I were in my home. They were a little see through and it curved around my body tightly, the color of snow. It kind of reminded me of a slip but a little thicker. It was a good thing I had a nice black fuzzy robe that came with it. I wrapped it around me, and warmed me up right away. It was long enough to just cover up my thigh, which made me glad I didn’t have to see anybody in it.

But before I even had a chance to start reading my mothers life, I heard a nock on the door.

‘Shoot,’ I thought, thinking about how I would look.

I walked over to the door.

“Who is it?” I called out loud enough for whoever it was.

“Trunks; I brought you something to eat.”

I opened the door, and looked up at him. He was wearing a white wife beater stretched out and warned out and it clung to him tightly, with black cargo pants. He had a towel around his neck, and seemed to have just come back from working out, and was all hot and sweaty. He was holding a plastic bag in one hand, while holding the side of the towel that was hanging around his neck. I was hiding behind the door trying not to show my skin that was baring from this extremely skimpy nightgown.

I noticed he was taking some time to look at me as well, but he couldn’t get the full view of me when I was behind the door.

“You did?” after some time of silence. “That’s nice of you to bring me some food.” I smiled at him, and he seemed to be in a daze by just looking at me.

“Yeah,” snapping out of his daze, “yeah, I just thought you would be hungry and all. How are you feeling? Mom told me that

dad and you made an agreement or something, right?”

“For the first questions, I’m feeling fine. My changing and all seems to be done.”

“No kidding…” he mockingly agreed

“And for the second question, I guess you could say that your dad and I have come to and agreement. At least I won’t be worrying about him coming after me like he did before.” I muffled a laugh; But Trunks was still looking at me sharply.

“Yeah, you won’t have to worry about him, but what about me?” His piercing eyes were starting to spook me out.

I giggled nervously, trying to think of something else to talk about. He seemed a bit too serious for my comfort.

“So what did you bring me?” I asked, thankful for thinking about something else.

“Um…it’s Chinese, I hope you like it.” He passed me the bag and I had to open the door some more to get it. I realized that when I opened the door wider that he was able to see my lovely flesh.

When he passed the bag, I grabbed it, our hands touched. But the thing was he wasn’t letting go, and he kept on staring at me almost like he was hypnotized.

“Oh come on Trunks, stop it.” I new was I going red from him looking at me so intense.

“I feel silly as it is wearing this thing your mother bought for me, you could lighten up by not looking at me so much…” I was feeling very nervous under his eyes.

I looked into his eyes, and his face finally started to look like there was someone home in his head. He cracked a big smile, which made me smile back. He let go of the bag.

He chuckled a little, reminded me of Vegetas. “Sorry Fiona but it’s not every day that I get to meet a Queen.”

He winked at me. I felt myself get a little warm, and could tell I was blushing.

He noticed something in my room. He made a smooth move and walked in and looked up

“What happened here?” He pointed to the used-to-be-on neon clock/light.

“Oh, I unplugged it. It was too bright. And I don’t usually like to sleep with any lights on.”

“Funny…most of the time it’s the other way around.” He put his hands on his hips and stared at it.

I stayed near the door, hoping he would come right back and say he had to leave. I felt really funny with him in my room, I really wish he hadn’t come in here. But unfortunately, he saw my Computer in a clipboard, and picked it off my bed.

“What’s this? Oh, this is that thing that mom just invented, the InfoMizer. [Info-My-zer] This must be what Vegeta gave you to know about your mom, eh?” While he was saying all that, it made me walk over to him and look at it with him. I didn’t know it was called an InfoMizer, it seemed like a perfect name for it though; it minimizes information. I told him that, and he said that was exactly right.

He went over and sat on my bed, and clicked a few buttons. I went over to sit with him; I leaned over to see what he was doing.

He was pressing the basic buttons that Vegeta had showed me, he was looking at the pictures. I saw many men, all looking similar to Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, and Goten. Of course there wasn’t one man with different colored hair, so I couldn’t add Trunks with the list. Until he stopped at a women, who seemed to look like a mirror image of myself. She just looked a little aged that’s all but still looked beautiful.

“Look…” He pointed under the picture. “It says that her name was Vezeta, she was one of the Princess on planet Vegeta, but…” He continued to read.

“But they didn’t allow for Princess to be born?” I said for him, “ Is that what it means?”

That’s weird… I thought.

“Yeah, so they sent her to Earth, with no information about herself in her head, like Goku did when he was sent to earth. All she had was that ship, and the info in there. Humans raised her on earth. She was very good at dancing. She had one Daughter named Lani. Not living any longer.”

He read some more, but stopped.

“Wait a minute…” he went through some more pictures, and found a girl similar to the other one except she had green eyes, almost cat looking.

“Lani; she was raised on earth, very good in the martial arts. And called the Dragon Balls to turn her into a full Saiyan, as well give her the knowledge of what Saiyans did there, Language, Culture, ect. She went back to Planet Vegeta and tried to save it but wasn’t strong enough. She fell in love with a man named Torus, and had two children named Larry and Fiona/Vezeta.

The children’s were bouts are un-known.” And finally, “suspect, not living anymore.”

I just started at the InfoMizer…there was two things that were driving me mad at the moment. One- Larry was my older brother in the other world, and I’ve always known him as my brother. So why didn’t they bring him with me, or did they? Two-They suspect that my mother was dead, they don’t actually have any proof on it or anything.

I studied it a little longer, leaning over Trunks shoulder still. But I had my knees tucked comfortably under myself, and was almost above in height.

“Well…?” Trunks woke me form my daze, I looked up at him. Are heads almost bumped into one another. Our faces were quiet close together, close enough…

“This is confusing,” I said after some time of waiting, “Vegeta knew that I had a older brother in my world, why didn’t he bring him as well?”

“I can answer that for you. We didn’t have enough juice for that machine, so we couldn’t bring him.” He answered like he knew all along.

“Oohh…” I rested my hand on Trunks shoulder and sighed.

Trunks look up at me again, and I could tell it made him nervous that I was touching him at all.

“Well, it’s getting late. And I have know idea what your mother has planed for me tomorrow. So I better a lot of rest.”

He nodded in agreement, and stood up. I was still sitting down with my legs under me. He turned to me and held my face in his hands. I was so shocked by this movement that I was speechless. I stuttered “T-Trunks…W-what?”

He brought his face close to mine and he kissed me softly and gently, and I felt myself go completely week, and at the same time full of shockwaves all tight up in my tummy.

“Goodnight, My princess.” And he walked out of my room and closed the door. I saw him pass my fogged window, so I couldn’t see him completely, just his shadow.

I collapsed on my bed, and felt myself relax. What was that all about? I questioned myself with many other questions like that one. Is it because Vegeta influenced him to do it, that now he wants me for his mate?, Should I be scared of him like Vegeta? And Should I let myself love him…? That question, I left to answer later.

I covered myself under the sheets, and took off my robe and lade it over the bed. I laid back down on the pillow, and sighed.

Tomorrows a new day I told myself, and a whole new world for me as well.

I closed my eyes, and let myself drift into slumber land.