Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nakama ❯ Yoshi ( Chapter 5 )

Nakama

Chapter 5: Yoshi (All Right)

"That was the scariest thing, ever." Pan sighed and let herself fall on the couch.

Mitsuko gave a frown and sat next to her, not relaxing a single muscle.

"I already told you, I was sorry. I don't know what happened."

Pan nodded. "You just froze, didn't respond to anything we said, it was freaky!"

Trunks dropped down on the floor in front of them and turned on the TV. He looked over his shoulder at the two girls and nodded.

"You just looked different, Mitsuko. Not at all like yesterday, when it was *you* who was in that accident."

Mitsuko sighed.

"I guess I'm just weird." She shrugged.

Weird was definitely the word to describe her. After she completely froze upon noticing the accident, nothing could bring her back to reality. It was as if she was stuck in another world. Pan and Trunks waited for her to snap out of it, but it took too long. Eventually, Pan slapped her in the face, bringing the girl back to this world

"Did you know that red haired girl?"

Mitsuko looked at Pan with surprise, then shook her head.

"Never seen her before in my life." She admitted.

"Then why," Pan said as she raised a brow, "I can't help but wondering why you *were* so out-of-this-world?"

Mitsuko remained silent, aware that this was hard to ignore. She had been out-of-this-world. They had every right to suspect her, or at least to think of her as "strange". But they didn't see what she saw. She remembered and the accident brought back flashes of her past. They knew nothing of it, and would never know. But the words sounded very clearly in her head, even at this very moment.

"What happened? Oh no, what happened!"

"Shut up, and just help her Bulma."

"I can't! Not if I don't know what happened!"

They had focused their attention on the television. At least, Trunks and Pan had. Mitsuko observed both of them as they were watching a show on the TV. After the girl from the accident was taken away, everyone rushed to their classes. Trunks was late for his lecture, Pan had no intention of following her next class, since she brought Mitsuko along. The day didn't last long. After lunch they decided to head to the city, because there was no point in staying on the campus. But it turned out that both Marron and Goten were delayed, and couldn't make it in time. So the three of them went back home.

During everything that happened that day, Mitsuko had studied Trunks carefully. In return, he had watched her as well, and she soon realized he was still very confused. It was obvious he didn't know wetter to trust her or not. She continued to smile at him, knowing that she had to win his trust, because he was the only person that actually mattered. Him, and her, but there was still no sign of her, except in that picture.

"Hi guys, what are you doing home already?"

Trunks turned around again and Pan gave a smile.

"Well Aunt Bulma," She started, "Trunks here had plans in the city, but our best friends ever decided not to show up." She ended her sentence with a grin.

Trunks rolled his eyes but confirmed with a nod. "Something like that. We just decided to hang around here. Oh, we brought Mitsuko with us as well, if you don't mind." He said, pointing at the obvious other person on the couch.

Bulma merely smiled. "Course I don't. Great to see you again, feeling a bit better?"

Mitsuko had to think on what she meant for a second until she realized she was talking about her so called accident the other day. "Much better, thanks" She smiled and pretended to be very interested in whatever was showing on the television.

As Bulma headed towards the kitchen, Trunks and Pan turned to the TV as well, until another person entered the room.

"Hi Dad." Trunks greeted his father. Mitsuko turned around and saw a rather short but extremely well build man entering the living room. His face wore a smirk, one that seemed to fit him naturally. He grunted a greeting, and didn't even look up when Pan also greeted him.

"So, Dad," Trunks continued, and sat up straight, "Where did you take Bura last night, I mean, it seemed to take forever before you guys got home."

Pan turned around and focused on Vegeta, who had looked up at for the first time. He acted as if he hadn't even heard his son the first time.

"The girl dragged me along to a birthday party. I've been there all night, watching her and those useless humans, having fun." The sarcasm dripped of the fun part, and Mitsuko and Pan both had trouble not to laugh.

"Hm." Trunks responded, then looked at Mitsuko. "Oh, meet a new friend of mine, dad." He said and pointed at Mitsuko.

Vegeta stared at the blonde girl. "Friend?" he repeated. "Don't you mean yet another stalker, son?" He said, with the same smirk stuck on his face.

Mitsuko shook her head eagerly. "Not at all sir. I'm not even interested in him, that way." She explained without hesitation. "In fact, I don't see why others find him so special" she said, turning her head briefly around to grin at Trunks.

Vegeta laughed shortly. "Hah. Well then, I suppose that's fine with me." He commented and made an attempt to leave the room.

"Won't you sit with us for a while, Uncle Vegeta?" Pan said with the sweetest voice, suddenly smirking as well. Mitsuko, who thought she had handled Vegeta the right way , looked at her with confusion. She then looked at Trunks with questioning eyes, but he merely grinned, as if he knew what was coming.

Vegeta froze half way and turned around.

"You know I do not like to be called Uncle, kid. I've told you many times I'm not at all interested in becoming closer to you or your family. To be related to Kakarots offspring is a curse, not a pleasure."

Pan continued to smirk, and Vegeta approached her quickly.

"Then again, since you seem to enjoy my presence so much, maybe we should arrange a little sparring session. One where I shall have no mercy." He raised a single brow as if he just asked her a simple question.

Pan continued to stare at them, until the entire room fell silent.

"I'm hungry, are you coming with me, Mitsuko?" was the first thing that came out of Pans mouth. She merely grinned at Vegeta and said "Don't make me hug you".

Mitsuko was surprised, but no one noticed. Vegeta lips curled up when he faced Pan, he glared at his son for laughing and practically ignored Mitsuko, as he turned around and went looking for Bulma.

"Fun" Pan commented and jumped up. "Seriously though, I'm hungry." She said to Mitsuko, who nodded and got up as well.

"I'm starving, too" She replied, which was obviously a lie, because she couldn't remember the last time she felt hunger.

This whole event with Vegeta, however, made her wonder what on earth her father had meant when he told her he tolerated no jokes. This Vegeta seemed okay - nice wasn't the right word - enough. And the way Trunks had spoken to him didn't remind her at all of the way her father used to. Whenever her father told her about Vegeta, he spoke with a mixture of fear, respect and sadness. Fear, because he heard how ruthless the man had been, respect, because he had battled for their lives and sadness, because he had lost his father. Extremely different, she thought.

When they said goodbye to Trunks and started walking to Pans house, the memories came back. The entire afternoon, she had been able to ignore them. Especially when Bulma and Vegeta arrived, she was too busy observing them to be listening to voices in her head. But when both girls fell silent, Mitsuko heard the voices again. This time, she was aware of Pan next to her and didn't froze entirely, but the fact is was happening again, still annoyed her.

"I don't know what happened. Help her. Please."

"Oh of course I'll help Eighteen! Mitsu-chan.. is she awake?"

"What does it look like? NO! Hurry!"

"I was too late. Oh no! It was too late, Eighteen!"

"No, it's not too late. It can't be."

"I suppose you can be quite confused when you first meet someone like Vegeta."

Pans voice interrupted her thoughts. She heard the girl babbling on about Vegeta and Trunks' family. Something she might be interested in hearing, if she wasn't distracted by the memories. Something had happened, she realized, but for some reason she had no idea when this was, and what had happened. The voices didn't stop, and they were easier to listen to than Pans voice, which was sounding further away with every second.

"It's not your fault, Eighteen. She was beyond saving when you brought her."

"No Bulma, you don't understand. It's not too late. There is a way."

"You can't mean.. NO."

"It will save her life."

"No, I can't. Not to her, not to Trunks."

"Forget Trunks, it's Mistuko! I only care for her!"

"You don't mean that!"

"Not now! She matters!"

"To me too!"

"Then why won't you? Do it!"

"I .. I can't, honestly, no."

"Do it, or I will kill you."

Weeks passed and Mitsuko adjusted. Whenever Pan had classes, she hung about with Trunks. Whenever Trunks had lectures, she spent time with Pan. Occasionally, she would catch up with Goten or Marron, but she found it especially hard to act normal towards Marron. The five of them, however, were perfectly fine together. Where most girls would be at least a little shocked to find out about a race called Saiyans, Mistuko seemed perfectly comfortable with that fact. She wasn't even impressed when Trunks and Goten showed off their Super Saiyan transformation. No one had a clue she was used to this, that she already knew what they were capable off. She was, however, still rather confused about how to treat. Ever since she found out Marron was Eighteen's daughter, she had no desire at all to act friendly towards her. But she knew, too, that if she didn't, the others would never accept her. Faking and lying weren't her greatest talents, but she tried. And succeeded, because when Marron celebrated her 25th birthday, she was invited also.

"But I'm not sure if I'm comfortable around all those people." Mitsuko tried to object.

Goten grinned. "Don't worry, she invited Master Roshi, he scares off most of the guests!"

Pan laughed at first, then decided it was rude to say so and punched her uncle.

"Shut it!" she warned him. "I think it will be all right Mitsuko, I mean, Marron doesn't know that many people, it will be close friends and family only."

Family. The word got stuck inside Mitsuko's head. But before she could even think about it, Trunks hit the brakes and announced they were there.

"Marron moved away from her home island, the little island Master Roshi lived." Pan tried to explain.

"She got her own place around here, it's much easier to get to work." Goten added.

Mitsuko merely nodded, and followed Trunks and the others to the door, which opened right before Goten could knock on it.

A broad smiling Marron greeted the four of them.

"Finally! I've been waiting for you!" she practically yelled in excitement. Then, a bit softer, "Master Roshi is doing his 'tricks' again." She said, looking over her shoulder. "Save me!"

Trunks, Goten and Pan laughed, but frankly, Mitsuko had no idea why. They stepped inside and heads turned their way.

"Hi guys." Trunks said dully, and hung up his coat.

"Everyone," Marron said in a loud voice, sure that she caught their attention, "This is Mitsuko, a friend of mine."

Eyes turned to the other blonde haired girl, next to Marron, who had a dull look on her face, but smiled nonetheless. She didn't blush or blink when everyone stared at her. Nor did she say anything. When Pan poked her from behind, she grinned slightly and said a polite "Hello."

Some mumbled a hello back, others turned around to return to their conversations. Some stared at the girl for another moment, before turning away, and some, like Gohan, Krillin and Yamucha, walked towards her.

Gohan smiled sincerely and shook Mitsuko's hands. "Great to see you decided to come as well, dear." He said.

Mitsuko smiled. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." She lied. "Thanks, Mr. .." Gohan frowned. "Err. Gohan." She corrected herself.

Gohan smiled again and turned to Krillin.

"This is one of my best friends, and Marrons father, Krillin."

Mitsuko looked from Marron to Krillin and studied him. He was old, she stated, but the friendly smile on his face was sincere.

"It's always nice to meet some of Marrons friends. Welcome in the group, kid." He said enthusiastically. His voice sounded young, despite his older looks. And his handgrip was firm, not weak as she thought it would be.

The last person to shake her hands was Yamucha.

Marron smiled. "This is Yamucha, the ever famous desert bandit. Retired, of course." She joked. Yamucha nodded as he shook her hand. "He lives far away from the city, but decided to come for my birthday."

Mitsuko forced herself to say : "That's so sweet of you."

After meeting them, they returned to whatever they were doing, leaving the group behind.

"Well then, I guess you met practically everyone of importance." Pan grinned and grabbed her hand.

"Lets get something to drink." She said as she dragged her towards the bar.

The party was crowded, but Mitsuko enjoyed herself, on a certain level. She had no trouble in the conversations, got along fine with Trunks, Goten, Marron and Pan and even though she couldn't even remember the last time she tasted wine or toast, she drank and ate politely, trying to fit in.

"Seriously, I have got to get some more of these." Goten said with wide eyes pointing at the cookies he was eating.

"Why didn't I know these existed?" he asked, almost insulted.

Trunks laughed, "There's a mystery for us."

"Laugh all you want, but I want to know where I can buy them!" he continued, seriously.

Mitsuko and Pan frowned at him, both surprised he could get excited over a cookie, but Mitsuko's frown disappeared when a voice from behind them spoke.

"Actually, Goten, I made them myself." A calm voice told him. "Something I taught myself, over the years. Cooking, like a human." She made a soft noise, like a chuckle. Pan and Trunks, who were facing Goten turned around and smiled.

"Hi Eighteen." They greeted.

Mitsuko turned around, too, yet slowly, until she gazed in the same big blue eyes that were so familiar to her.

"And remember Mitsuko," her mother said with a stern voice, as she stroke her last tears away, "Be strong, because you *are*"

Mitsuko let out a big sob, and blinked.

"I didn't want to cry, but they.." she pointed outside, "They made me. I'm sorry mommy."

"That's okay." She replied dully.

"You never cry." Mitsuko stated, with some admiration in her voice.

Eighteen stared at her daughter for a brief moment.

"That's right, I don't." she said, knowing it was a lie.

"But it's not a crime to cry. You just don't have to, because you're better than that." She told her.

Mitsuko rubbed her one eye and nodded.

"I want to go and see Daddy now, can we?"

Eighteen smiled bitterly, but her daughter didn't notice. "Come on then. We'll go and find him."

Well then, that's chapter 5 for you ^^ I have so little time to write, it's ridiculous, AND I'm going on a holiday in 5 days, so this will be my last update for a a while. Although I have much planned for this story, and this is only the beginning ^^ (Imagine how boring it will get, hehe) Next chapter will focus on Eighteen and Trunks, though.. REVIEW Good people REVIEW!