Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Anything's Possible: V2.0 ❯ Chapter 4: The Interrogation Concludes ( Chapter 4 )

ANYTHING’S POSSIBLE: V2.0

CHAPTER 4

The sun was setting low in the western horizon, forming silhouettes of the city, as Jen stepped under the hot, pulsating spray of the large shower in her new bedroom. She groaned appreciatively as the water massaged her sore muscles and finally washed away all the grime she’d accumulated over these last horrific 24 hours. A tight frown pulled down the corners of her soft lips. Now if only it could wash away all the turmoil of the circumstances that had led her to this very spot.

She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, despite the heat of the water taming her long, unruly black hair and streaming down between her breasts, across her lean, emaciated shoulders and down her back and thin legs. Though she’d spent the last 6 months with the Candels and they were always willing to give her almost anything, if she were to ask, Jen had already trained herself to be an unwillingly victim of anorexia. She did consume a typical 2000 calories a day with them, but from fear that they’d reject her for consuming all their food, she never sated her constant hunger and in turn, she’d barely gained a pound from her previous foster home‘s weight. ’I guess I know why now…’ Jen thought. ‘A Saiyan’s metabolism is so much higher, it’s no wonder I’ve never been able to gain weight…’ It was so unbelievable though.

Jen shook her head in disbelief and finally reached for the shampoo - strawberry and vanilla scented she noticed after examining the expensive-looking pink bottle. Lathering up her hair, her mind inevitably wandered back to earlier that evening in the infirmary.

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With a sigh, she dropped her hands down, with one automatically returning to grasp closed the revealing rip in her shirt. “Alright. My name is Jennifer Serori Candel, but I prefer Jen.”

Vegeta’s eyes widened a bit. “Serori? Who gave you that name? I have heard your first name before here on Earth, but Serori is a Saiyan name.”

Jen looked startled for a second with this new revelation. “My mother apparently named me that. She died within a hour of my birth. From what I’ve been told, she was critically wounded when she arrived at the hospital, though no one knew from what. And that was the only word she spoke the entire time, as they showed me to her.”

“Oh, how awful!” Bulma interrupted, reflexively reaching down to cup her inconspicuous womb protectively. The motion didn’t escape the young woman in front of her. A tender smile tugged up the corners of Jen’s mouth.

“Are you with child, Bulma-san?” she asked gently.

Now it was Bulma’s turn to be taken off guard, having not realized she’d given away her secret. Glancing down at her hand, then back at the bedraggled, adolescent girl’s eyes, the aqua haired young woman returned her smile. “As a matter of fact, I am. And your tragic tale reminds me of the dangerous times coming soon.”

Instantly, Jen’s attention perked up. So that’s what timeline it was. As huge a fan of DBZ that she was, she’d been unable thus far to determine what timeline she was in. Bulma appeared young, but then again, she maintained her beauty for many years. And the two Saiyans’ presence had not been good indicators since that could either place herself in the pre-Androids era or post Buu era. She could feel the level of tension increase at the mention of the threat. But that was interrupted by Goku.

“Bulma! You didn’t tell us that. Sugoi! Congratulations, you two!” he exclaimed, laying a hand on Vegeta’s shoulder, but only Jen recognized the meaning of the knowing twinkle in his onyx eyes. She suppressed a smile.

Angrily, Vegeta slapped away Goku’s hand and stepped further away from him.

“How do you know he’s the father, Son-kun? I haven’t told anyone about our relationship yet,” Bulma questioned her oldest friend.

Goku just grinned and tapped a finger to the side of his nose. “’Cause I can smell you all over one another.”

“Kakarott!” Vegeta growled in warning, stepping towards his hated rival as Bulma protested from her squat in front of the female Saiyan.

Jen’s mind scrambled as she watched the situation escalate, searching for a way to prevent a battle for breaking out between the two. It only took her a second to come up with a solution, but she had to mentally brace herself for the personal redirection of Vegeta’s wrath. “So Bulma-san, when you say ‘dangerous times’ do you mean the Androids?”, she asked, inwardly cringing.

Instantly, Vegeta was looming in her face. Jen could practically see the thin thread of his patience unraveling, ready to snap violently at any moment. “Alright, girl! Enough distractions! Explain yourself! Where are you from and how do you know about the Androids?!”

Jen couldn’t help but hesitate for a second. “Okay, I’ll tell you, but I really don’t think that you’ll believe me.”

“Try me…” the Saiyan no Ouji growled.

“Alright. I don’t know how, but I’m from some other dimension. I live on Earth, but in my reality, your world and adventures exist only as a Japanese manga and anime, known as Dragonball and Dragonball Z. Saiyans don‘t exist, except in the fans’ imaginations. I‘ve been a huge fan since the show first came to America, when I was a little girl. I‘d watch it every afternoon, after school before any of the foster parents would come home.”

“So then you know all about the boy from the future and the Androids coming in less than two years?” Bulma asked, still kneeling next to her mate. “And just how big of a threat they are?”

“Yes,” Jen confirmed, her demeanor booking no argument with just how serious she was.

“Alright. How did you get to this dimension? And for that matter, if Saiyans don’t exist in your reality, then how did you originally get there in the first place?” Vegeta demanded.

The Saiyan female cocked her head to one side, bringing her free hand up to cradle her chin between her thumb and index finger. “I really don’t know. I hadn’t thought about that second part before. The last thing I do remember was stumbling through the woods in the dark after the car accident. It was impossible and I decided to rest against a tree, when I slipped down into a small cave underneath it. That’s where I found Kitsune. A big storm was blowing up, so I stayed the night underneath the tree. Not a very smart move, but I was so tired that I didn’t care.”

“Maybe it was a lightning bolt, then?” Bulma theorized. The others all looked at her. “Lightning can generate a massive amount of power; enough that it could probably allow a dimensional jump. And if it could do it to you, then most likely it happened to your mother or even to her space pod. And there’s no reason not to believe that it couldn’t alter the year, as well as the dimension. Which would probably explain how you‘re so much younger than the other full-blooded Saiyans.“

“Hmmm. I suppose that makes sense,” Jen agreed, lacking any other plausible explanation.

“Lightning could also explain your abdominal injury. It was a large burn and by far, your most extensive injury.” Bulma stated, pointing to the teenager’s abdomen.

The girl lifted up the tattered remains of her shirt to reveal a faded sunburst-like scar on her flat stomach, circling her navel. She reached behind her and felt the slight rise of a similar scar in the small of her back, several inches above her tail.

“Unfortunately, the regeneration tank doesn’t always heal without some scars. And achem, we’ll have to do further tests to make sure your reproductive organs haven’t been compromised,” Bulma informed her, embarrassed for her to bring up such a subject in front of her Saiyan males.

Jen looked up, somewhat startled. “You’re saying that I might not be able to have children?”

Bulma looked uncomfortable, like a doctor telling her patient that he had a terminal diagnosis. “Well, like I said, we’ll have to run further tests. From the way your back injury is slightly lower than your abdominal one, it appears that the lightning bolt arced through your body and hopefully missed your uterus.” Her blue eyes showed her hope and sympathy.

Jen looked down once more at the scar, then let her shirt fall. “We’ll just have to see, I guess,” she mumbled, a hint of sadness and cynicism showing in her cobalt blue eyes.

Sensing the somber mood, Goku did his best to change the subject. “Wow! Struck by lightning, huh? No wonder you were in such terrible shape. That’s incredible that you survived it, since you don’t seem to be have much ki.”

The female Saiyan got an indignant look. “Well, sorry! I’ve never been properly trained to fight before. Let alone use ki.”

Suddenly, Vegeta’s ruggedly handsome face was in hers‘, nearly nose to nose with the teen‘s. “Well, it’s time that you do. I refuse to have some Saiyan woman with ridiculous colored eyes be near me without proper training. Or are you such a weakling that you’re not up to the challenge, eh girl?”

Jen glared back, matching his fierce, ebony gaze. It must have been her saiyan instincts that she could finally put a name to, because she slowly climbed to her feet, unwilling to feel inferior and threatened anymore. Quickly, Bulma backed away until she was beside her oldest friend, Goku, and watched nervously as the two saiyans continued to stare each other down. Jen swayed unsteadily for a few moments, but stubbornly kept her balance. She didn't know what had come over her. She just knew she couldn't allow herself to be walked over without a fight, even if the one doing the walking was the second strongest being in the universe!

They continued to glare at each other for another minute until suddenly Vegeta smirked, and Jen unwillingly felt her heart flutter. "You are definitely a saiyan, even if you do have those ridiculously colored eyes," he sneered. Bulma and Goku immediately relaxed, unsure what they had expected to happen, but relieved that it hadn’t. Meanwhile, Jen just stood there a little perplexed and unsure. Apparently, she had passed some kind of test in Vegeta's eyes.... No wonder everyone finds Vegeta hard to deal with!

"Well," the Prince of Saiyans continued, still smirking. "Since you've somehow managed to survive being struck by lightning with your meager ki and have managed to stand up without falling right back down flat on your ass, I guess that means that SOMEWHERE there must be the tiniest molecule of potential in you. And I'll personally take it upon myself to bring it out." Everyone stared at him with more shock than they had at anything else in the last eventful twelve hours.

"Does that mean that you're going to be training her how to fight, Vegeta?" Bulma asked him, still not believing her ears.

"Are you deaf, woman? I will not allow a saiyan to go on untrained! Kakarrot is too busy training his brat, and it’s out of the question to leave her to those other weaklings. So I'll do it; even if she'll be interfering with my own training," he grumbled. Everyone was speechless.

Jen just stood there, taking in what he was saying. "Uh.. Thank you, Vegeta."

The Saiyan Prince looked at her, then turned on his heel and headed towards the infirmary door. “Training starts first thing in the morning. There’s no time to squander, as far behind as you are.”

And then, he was gone - escaping just as the rest of the Z warriors rushed up the hall to crowd the infirmary doorway. All eager to meet the new, beguiling, female warrior in their midst…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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