Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Cousin ❯ "You're an optimist.." ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters. I do not profit from this fan fiction in any way. All original characters and plots are © ErieDragon 2002.

Author's Note: I'm not going to be able to update this as much as I had hoped. Schoolwork is catching up with me and I had the inane desire to start a new fic, called "Tarnished." Warnings are already listed. Since it was Thursday by the time I started this, the chapter is either going to be shorter or published later. Sorry, peeps. Here goes... I've been having writer's block lately, I know where the plot is going, the only dilemma is figuring out how to get there. Wish me luck.

Chapter 3

"You're an optimist.."

~*~

Ona trudged across the muddy lawn, her bare feet covered in grass and dirt, clinging to her wet skin. The rain had finally stopped, and she hadn't trained at all that day. Damn the Prince and his little machine.

Vegeta peered out the window, watching the teenage Saiyan kick in frustration at the innocent blades of grass. She began her kata routine, moving like a speeding bullet, with the amazing addition of feminine grace. Ona was like living water, she formed and moved around the air that engulfed her, the moisture building on her brow. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but she was darned familiar. Vegeta was never mistaken.

Suddenly, Ona's foot slipped out from under her as she kicked, knocking her onto her back. She lay disdainfully in the soggy grass for what seemed like an eternity, glaring menacingly at the black, overcast sky. This planet sure was hell.

He turned off the gravity, making his way across an anti-grav tile towards the GR's door. It slid open, allowing the stocky, muscular Saiyan to make his way across the lawn. The Sun was nowhere in sight, and the trees and leaves glistened with vast amounts of dew. Vegeta almost slipped numerous times, so he stuck to the cement pathway as he made his way towards the short, white fence surrounding Ona's training yard.

She opened two bright, onyx-emerald eyes, feeling an energy presence approaching her. The Prince? She got up, wiping her soaked back. Her skimpy robe hung over her like it weighed twenty pounds, drooping from the moisture condensing on the fabric. Ona leaned against a nearby tree, watching the older Saiyan step up to her awkwardly. Luckily, the forest-haired teenager was barely shorter than Vegeta himself, so he didn't feel too put off. Ona nodded her head respectfully.

"Your business..?" She asked politely, but the phrase was purely Saiyan. Vegeta chuckled nastily and cast her a villainous, sidelong glance.

"While you're out here kicking at nothing and falling in the mud, that gravity room over there is supplying me with training bots and simulations," Vegeta mocked, leaning with his elbow against the small fence. Ona's eyebrow shot up.

"So that's what it is! A gravity simulator! Figures," she replied, sighing. That would be ideal for training. The stout, black-haired man sneered, shifting his weight. The already dense clouds above began to squeeze together, as if being compressed by some immense force. They became black and foreboding, causing Ona to shiver. Vegeta turned and raised an eyebrow, watching her with masked curiosity.

"Is that what you came to tell me?" She inquired, tightening her robe slightly, an automatic reaction from the breeze. He snorted.

"Actually, yes. That clown Kakarot is off training with weaklings, and..." Vegeta paused, absorbing the proud, Saiyan glow in her eyes. "You aren't one of them," he finished, closing his eyes and tilting his nose into the air arrogantly. Ona snickered.

"You're asking me if I'll train with you," she clarified, earning a glare. She shrugged. "Sure. Kicking asses on Gaija was a little too easy for my taste," Ona added, responding to his impudent expression with mocking malice. Vegeta's face was clouded in surprise for a split second before he turned, stalking back to the gravity room. She grinned and followed, stepping precariously into the lighted enclosure. The door closed behind her and the simulation began.

~*~

"LUNCH!" They hollered at once, the glass door opening and closing so fast it almost flew off its hinges. If it had any left, that is. Bulma came running from her lab, regarding the two sweaty Saiyans with almost annoyed curiosity.

"What the hell did I miss?!" She cried, offering a chair to Ona and shuffling away. She was about to take the seat when she received a dark, evil eye from her sparring partner. The teenager hastily passed it to him, pulling out her own. They sat with a thunk, four elbows hitting the table at once.

"For being untrained, you fight decently," Vegeta commented as he stuffed sandwich after sandwich into his bursting, chipmunk cheeks. Ona stifled a giggle.

"I'm not completely untrained. My fa-" She stopped herself too late, earning a raised eyebrow. She shrugged. "I learned from my adopted father on Gaija." Vegeta continued to stare, his expression changing from curious to demanding. She waved her hands in the air in surrender. "What?!" He shrugged, turning back to his food, where he focused his newfound attention. Ona sighed, leaning back in her chair, pushing her empty plate away. Her tail danced in the air lazily, earning a jealous glance from the spike-haired man.

"So Ona, where did you learn to fight?" Bulma chimed in, making her appearance in the kitchen known. Ona smirked slightly. "I saw you practicing, you move like water," she added, smiling. The Saiyan's eyebrow shot up. A compliment? Well, okay then.

"Like I said. My adopted father." Vegeta eyed her, putting down his fork momentarily.

"Those are very Saiyan moves. No alien would, or could, teach you some of the tricks you pulled on me," he growled, giving her a prodding glare. Ona glared back, then sat against the arm of her chair. "It's not like you would know him anyway," she snarled, snatching a stray piece of crumb off her already licked-clean plate. Bulma raised an eyebrow at the Saiyan teen's sudden mood change.

"Hah. Doesn't matter. How old are you.. 15? Vegeta-sei was destroyed long before that," Vegeta snorted, leaning back. "I'd most likely know if he was still alive. We are the only pure Saiyans left." There was a small hint of resentment in his voice, but it quickly disappeared.

"He's probably dead. I.. I never saw either of my parents again, they sent me off when I was five. I know that my mother is dead, but my father hasn't come looking for me. I doubt he's still alive either, so it doesn't matter," Ona growled, getting up. She stalked away, but Vegeta's voice paralyzed her momentarily.

"You are a Saiya-jin." Ona stopped dead in her tracks, turning slowly to face him. A wicked grin crossed his face momentarily. "You respect those who you should, and you are strong. The way you fight, it's familiar, but more refined. Who are you?" The Prince's voice was genuinely curious, sending a surprised chill up Bulma's spine. She watched the arrogant alien's disposition change dramatically as he addressed the short, forest-haired teenager.

"You wouldn't know my parents. I never met any Saiyans except them," she said at length, turning fully to face him. This is when Bulma felt it in her best interests to exit. She'd find out this information anyway.. later.

"You're wrong," Vegeta announced, his eyebrows clenched in a natural scowl. He had a high widow's peak, something Ona was eerily familiar with. "You look like someone. Tell me," he demanded. She snorted.

"Fine." Ona walked over, sitting down once more in her chair. She drew her revealing cloak in slightly tighter, peering at the Prince. He followed suit, leaning back lazily as if in a recliner. He was dressed in traditional Saiyan armor, not the ridiculous wear her papa had always sported. "My mother. She had green hair and eyes. She was very crude, but raised me on her own," Ona began, tossing a renegade crumb into her mouth. Vegeta raised an eyebrow and glared, as if informing her of the fact he was uninterested in anything except their names.

"My Papa only called her "woman," like you. Very strange resemblance in attitude there," Ona snorted. "Khune. That was her name."

Suddenly, Vegeta leaped to his feet, his hands on the table and his eyes wide.

"Who was your father?!" He demanded, a strange look crossing his eyes briefly. It was surprise, mixed with anticipation. Perhaps he was not so unlearned in surviving Saiyans after all.

"Papa? He only lived with us for a year, when he trained me. His name.. My mother told me when I was two years old." Ona laughed, but Vegeta's avid expression quickly brought her to her answer. "Radditz." Vegeta quivered, then gradually sat in his chair, so shocked he moved like a robot. "How do you know my father?"

Vegeta cracked a nasty grin, and wrinkled his brow.

"He was one of the assholes I worked with, after Vegeta-sei was destroyed. He was a mere third-class Saiyan... He's Kakarot's brother, you know," he snorted. It was Ona's turn for her eyebrows to shoot up in surprise.

"How do you know that?!" She demanded, ready to leap to her feet much in the same fashion he had. Vegeta chuckled.

"The idiot came here and fought him. Kakarot killed your father, I suppose," he leaned back, watching her reaction carefully. Rather than bursting into a million angry pieces, Ona clutched the chair's arms and glared. "I remember your mother, too. She had quite the influence on that asshole Radditz," Vegeta said, more to himself than anyone. He furrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward on the table, his armor clinking against the weak wood. "He suffered a great deal when that bitch left, made me lose my lunch, if I remember correctly," he snarled, earning an equally irate expression from Ona.

"Now you know who I am. Can we get back to training? All this talking is giving me a headache," Ona snapped, getting up and stalking outside. Vegeta snickered, rising slowly as Bulma came in through the double sliding glass doors.

"What did you say this time?" She gave him a slightly annoyed but mostly unreadable glare. Vegeta shrugged her off and walked off, heading towards the GR where a gravity simulation was already in session.

~*~

Ona paced, becoming quite irritated. Tanjua watched with significantly paled interest, sitting in the pathetic shade of a small, lonely tree. The sun bore down hard upon them, but the green-haired teenager didn't seem to care less as she strode back and forth tirelessly. It was exactly a month today from when she had arrived on Earth, and the sun was already sinking low in the sky. Maybe the purple-haired stranger wouldn't keep his promise at all. Maybe he was just another asshole in a world of assholes, lying to everyone he had come to warn.

Ona shook this thought. Strange as it seemed, all these humans... They were pure. They had such good intentions, save Vegeta, and fought only to protect their planet. It was an admirable trait, indeed.

Suddenly, her San leaped to his feet, letting off one of his loud, bizarre barks. Such an action had awoken her and everyone within a 2 mile radius numerous times, causing a great ruckus and a good deal of complaints.

The familiar white, three-legged ship had appeared in the air, and was now descending to the ground a short distance away. Ona leaped on Tanjua's back, and the two appeared beside the landing spot within a second. A wave of dust blew in every direction as the vehicle's square feet touched down, sending up a cloud of warm, rushing air from its engines. The fervent whirring soon came to a stop, and the clear, glass hatch opened.

"About time," Ona said, her eyes narrowed. Trunks merely grinned and jumped out of the machine, landing with Saiyan grace on the cracked desert earth. He approached her and extended a hand.

"Trunks, at your service," he said, bearing a genuine smile. Ona's face was painted in shock, until she realized that his hand was not extended for no reason. She accepted the gesture equally and nodded respectfully.

"Another Prince," she remarked, smirking.

"I may have just only met my father, but you remind me of him so much its ridiculous," Trunks grinned, turning to his time machine. Ona watched in curiosity as he pressed a small, red button, the vehicle evaporating into a small capsule. Her eyebrows shot up, although the dinocap method did not entirely escape her comprehension by now. "Where are you living now?" Trunks inquired, tucking the capsule away into a pocket of his baggy black pants.

"Actually, your mother offered me space at Capsule Corporation," Ona replied, smiling a little at the uncanny kindness the humans had offered her so far. He nodded and smiled knowingly.

"That's my mother," Trunks smirked, the deep red of the setting sun bathing his lavender hair in a deep brownish hue. He fixed his eyes on the teenaged Saiyan; she was pure, unlike himself, so her tail waved freely. He was suddenly washed by jealousy at being without his Saiyan trademark, but he supposed it was for the better. Her eyes were a dark emerald, bordering on the edge of pitch black. Her hair was wild, but apparently Bulma had subdued a good portion of it with some kind of mousse. Her bangs were wild around her pale face, her skin creamy against the deep, forest-green shades of her mane. Trunks grinned slightly, and Ona noticed his eyes hadn't focused on anything beside her face for the past ten seconds. She growled.

"What are you staring at?" She demanded, her voice edgy. Trunks smirked.

"You just seem really familiar," he replied, sighing. Ona shifted uncomfortably.

"A coincidence, for sure," she told him, averting her gaze from his. Trunks nodded.

"For sure." Luckily, Ona didn't notice his stare travel from her face to her mostly bare body, where her robe hung loosely over matured, shapely breasts.

"Well, I found out most of what I wanted to know from your parents," she said at last, Trunks' eyes shifting from her chest to her face in the nick of time. "But it would be rude for you to come here and me not keep my word. I suppose I'll be leaving now," Ona snorted, whistling to her San. Trunks lowered his head.

"You've spoken to my father?" Ona's eyebrow shot up, and she turned to look at him.

"Of course. He's not very talkative when he fights or eats, but I have weaseled a great deal out of him," she replied, a relatively confused look on her face in reaction to his doubt. Trunks grinned.

"So he's found someone to talk to," he remarked, shaking his head in mild disbelief. Ona rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say." Trunks raised his gaze and snorted, leaning against a large boulder.

"So you fight with my father, then? Would you fight with me?" He asked at length, causing Ona to shift and stand up straight.

"Uh.. Yes, I suppose.. But why? You are a.. Super Saiyan, so you can easily beat me. Pointless," she commented, tightening her robe in preparation for a battle. Trunks smirked.

"Saiyans gain power when they're beaten, and I think there's more to you than just strength," he replied. His perception was more in depth than Ona had guessed at first. She nodded.

"This is true. Then, let's fight." She shifted into a fighting stance, her hands in a defensive mode about her face. Trunks smiled in appreciation.

"You have an excellent stance," he observed, pushing a lock of lavender hair from his similarly colored eyes. He was remarkably familiar to Vegeta, in all ways except hairstyle and attitude. Ona merely powered up, waiting for him to do so as well. Trunks grinned and raise his fists to either side of his head, ready for a launch of attacks. This, of course, was the Saiyan style.

Ona grinned. Her opponent was expecting a barrage, and using the unexpected to her advantage was her specialty. She had demonstrated this many times before while fighting Vegeta, leading her to discover he was quite the sore loser. Trunks watched her with curiosity, pulling off his hindering purple vest and heavy sword.

They stared off for a good two minutes before Ona finally spoke.

"Are you going to attack, or what?" Trunks sneered, tossing his hair back with a flick of his head. She grinned back and dropped her stance.

"No." He raised one thick, lavender eyebrow. "Let me train some more with your father, then I will fight you. He says he wants to teach me a few things.. I may have a new sensei after all," Ona requested, Tanjua watching from behind a tree. He had shown up when called, but wanted to watch the fight before interrupting. He knew Trunks would never hurt his mistress, so the San merely looked on in disinterest.

"My father's going to train you?" Trunks asked in surprise. Ona nodded, watching him curiously.

"Yes.. He wants to reach that silly Super Saiyan level or whatever, and he wants a strong sparring partner to help him do it. Kakarot is already too strong for him, so those are pointless losses. Although, since Saiyans gain power from surviving a lost battle, I think he just wants an excuse to win for once," Ona chuckled. Yet, even though she was supposedly much weaker than Vegeta, he still lost often. Trunks smirked.

"I'll give you a month," he said, taking his time machine capsule from a pocket. Ona nodded and turned on her heel, leaping onto Tanjua's back in one swift, graceful motion. The sun had officially disappeared behind the desert's high stone cliffs, casting dark shadows across the dry, cracked earth. The sky glowed a brilliant red, just enough to see by without the moon's gentle assistance.

"Until then," she replied, waving. Trunks cracked a small grin as the San spun, taking off in a pillow of dust.

~*~

"I'm going to take you up on your offer," Ona said, dropping to the ground in defeat. She was tired, overworked, and ready for a good night's rest. Vegeta sneered, setting one foot on the tile lightly.

"Simulation off," he commanded. The red light faded, and suddenly Ona felt weightless. She got up, flicking sweat from her brow. Vegeta glanced at her exhausted figure before responding. "Good. We may be able to save this old, worthless rock after all." It had taken her at least half of her allotted month to accept, her Saiyan pride always a large factor in the decision making process. The black haired man watched her thoughtful expression, leaning against the GR's wall.

"I never would have guessed that Radditz could sire one such as you," he remarked. Ona wasn't sure if this was intended as a compliment or an insult, so she decided to give Vegeta benefit of the doubt.

"He only trained me for a year, when I was five. It was more my mother who raised me," she replied, sighing. Vegeta raised an eyebrow and leaned against the gravity generator, not in the mood to argue with her storytelling.

"I remember your mother.." he suddenly interjected, his nasty smirk disappearing for a more inwardly thoughtful expression. Ona gazed at him in surprise. "She turned me down for your father," Vegeta added, snorting.

"You met her? She never mentioned you. She... Mom never talked kindly about other Saiyans except her sensei," Ona admitted, sighing deeply. Vegeta stood up straight, opening the door to the gravity room. Ona followed him out, the two walking in what appeared to be deep concentration towards the main compound building, a.k.a. Bulma's house.

"She was the only female Saiyan left in the universe, and your father won her. He went into a mad rage when she escaped Frieza... He disappeared for an entire year. Said he got stranded somewhere in space. When he came back, he was never the same again. Pure evil, more than I have ever seen a being besides Frieza go." Vegeta grabbed a towel from the hangar just inside the double doors, wiping sweat from his face. Ona followed suit and glanced at him, then walked briskly and silently up the stairs.

"I'm going to take her to the Sons' tomorrow. Now that she knows Goku's her uncle," Bulma said from her spot on the other side of the kitchen. Vegeta jumped back in surprise, not having noticed her before. He snarled.

"Don't. She may kill him before I do," he said in a low, spine-chilling voice. Bulma merely shrugged.

"If he can defend himself against you, he can defend against her I'm sure," she said confidently, casting him a smug sneer before stalking off. Vegeta let out a string of curses, earning him a loud guffaw from the hallway Bulma had disappeared into.

~*~

"Where did you take the time capsule?" His mother asked as she cleared the table. Trunks gazed up from the slice of toast he was finishing off.

"What do you mean..?" He inquired conspicuously, earning a laugh from the long-haired Bulma.

"I saw you leave with the capsule this morning," she replied, raising an eyebrow. A small blush crept across the boy's face as he sorted out a reply.

"I had to give someone a few answers," Trunks said calmly, licking his fingers free of crumbs. Bulma sat down across from him, eying the boy. "I have to go back soon again anyway. I told her.. erm, I told them I would be back in a month. I'm thinking of going back tonight," he informed her, leaning back in the chair. Bulma sat up and re-ponytailed her hair, giving him a suspicious look.

"Alright. You're grown up, you know what you're doing," Bulma said casually, but in such a way that a chill ran up Trunks' spine. She was the product of years of warring, as was he; but she was in a different way, and that result could freeze a black widow in its tracks. Trunks nodded in agreement and got up, quickly dispensing his plate and rushing out front. Bulma chuckled to herself.

~*~

Ona flew up, her legs coiling as she pressed her feet against the lower wall of the GR. Vegeta floated in the air, duking it out with a bot while trying to keep her in his hindsight. Ona sprung, opening her hand.

"Ba.. Ku.. DAN!" She cried, shooting the beam straight at Vegeta. He spun, reflecting it off his hand, leaving himself wide open for the bot to redirect a previous blast at his back. Luckily, Ona's eyes gave it away and the Prince turned, dodging just in time. Instead, the beam went straight at the younger female, knocking her into the other wall of the GR. Her eyes snapped closed and she slid down the wall, a large indent remaining from her impact. Vegeta's eyes widened and he flew towards her, examining the unconscious Saiyan.

"Ona?" He inquired sternly, but upon no response, dove in for a closer look. Her breathing was haggard and slow, a wave of concern rushing over him. Vegeta shook it off and picked her up, kicking down the door of the gravity room. He flew across the yard, using his wind to pull the heavy glass door open.

Bulma looked up in shock as Vegeta charged into the house, reigning to a stop at the table. In his arms lay Ona, her revealing robe hanging limply to reveal one full breast, but the Prince didn't even notice.

"Medical emergency," he snarled, and Bulma hurriedly ushered them outside and to the medical wing.

~*~

Ona opened her eyes, and the fuzzy white world around her gradually came into focus. No one appeared to be around, so she sat up, despite the easily broken restraints that two IVs provided. She rubbed her face with her fists and glanced about the room, which she soon realized to be her quarters, but equipped with a heart rate machine and a few other uninteresting gizmos.

Ona stood up, her shaky legs eventually granting her smooth passage towards the door. She heard a rustle and a small blast of wind touched her face. She glanced around outside the room for the movement's source, but she could only see the long hall ahead. Shrugging, Ona began her descent through the corridor and down the hallway.

Bulma let out a shocked yelp when she saw the yawning Saiyan come down from her room, grabbing the advancer's attention. Ona blinked and rubbed her eyes, seeing a few plates of uneaten food sitting on the table. She hopped enthusiastically down the remainder of the stairs, making a leap from the bottom step into the chair. It wobbled as she landed, but was silenced when Ona began to devour the meal at hand.

"What are you doing up?!" Bulma screeched, giving her a hard look. The Saiyan grinned and shoved an egg in her mouth.

"Ith feelthing finthe," Ona replied between gulps and burps, wiping her face briefly of any excess debris.

"That was Vegeta's. I think he's going to want it," Bulma remarked, eying the half devoured course. Ona grinned.

"Then why don't you make some more?" She suggested snidely, causing Bulma to growl. The blue-haired woman got up and pulled some more ingredients from the refrigerator, steam ready to come out her ears like a train spout.

"He's going to want it because he's been outside your room since the day we put you in there," Bulma informed her, sloshing some milk around in a little metal stirring bowl. Ona raised an eyebrow.

"Why the hell would he do that? How long was I asleep?" She asked, confused. Bulma grinned wickedly.

"You've been conked out for two days, and he was concerned about you," the older woman replied, setting a plate of french toast on the table. Ona didn't mind the food at all, though Vegeta often reminded her that she should. Apparently, Bulma's food was supposed to taste horrible.

"About me? I think either you or he has lost all sanity," Ona said in a very matter-of-fact tone, causing Bulma to snort. Before Ona could rebuke, Vegeta came thundering down the stairs, slamming harshly into his chair. Ona raised an eyebrow, but the male Saiyan was already gorging himself with bacon.

"Well Ona, while I'm thinking about it, Goku invited you over. I think he wants to discuss some things," Bulma told her, expecting a loud, annoyed response. The answer surprised her.

"Sure, whatever." Vegeta glanced up and raised an eyebrow, but apparently Ona couldn't think less of the issue. She was already stuffing her face nonchalantly. He watched her eat and smiled inwardly that she was back to her old self. Bulma watched the expression, a grin spreading across her face. Perhaps there was hope for the arrogant prince after all.

~*~

Ona stared out the window, gripping the door handle. The confined space was enough to annoy her, but flying a few thousand feet above the ground in a tiny, capsule-made vehicle had her practically gasping for air. Bulma sighed.

"Calm down. You're perfectly fine, and your pet will survive without you," she attempted to assure the frightened teenager. Ona spun, glaring at the blue-haired woman.

"His name is Tanjua, and I don't CARE! I just want to get out of here. Hurry up," she demanded, glaring. Bulma shrugged.

"We'll get there when we get there," she said, leaning on the steering wheel. The capsule jet sped up, careening through the air like a lost horse. Ona grabbed the door harder, shooting Bulma an icy stare.

"What the hell are you doing?!" She demanded, rattling the frame for effect.

"Getting there faster," Bulma replied, smirking. Ona merely groaned in anger and turned to look back out the window, fuming.

The grassy hills flew by, eventually morphing into tall, pine forested mountains. The jet swooped low, homing in on a small valley. In it stood a small, white capsule house, surrounded by trees. Bulma reigned the vehicle in, circling low to the ground. Ona closed her eyes to avoid screaming as they came closer and closer, until suddenly the floor below her connected with solid earth. She instantly opened the door, bursting out and running at least ten yards away from the capsule car.

"Ona? Bulma? It's you!" Came a high voice. Ona spun around, seeing a raven-haired woman coming towards them. She stepped aside as Chichi dove past, embellishing Bulma in a hug. The Saiyan snorted and turned, feeling many thick energy signatures just a short distance away. She immediately rose into the air and flew off, leaving Chichi and Bulma to chatter like gossipy little girls.

One of the energies was familiar; it had come from Goku when he powered up and became a Super Saiyan. This whole transformation still confused her, because only once had her mother ever told her the legend of the Super Saiyan. Vegeta never wanted to talk about it, but would still mutter things about it under his breath and include references to "Kakarot."

The three fighters ahead soon came into view; fighting Goku was the strange green-skinned alien, no longer sporting his obnoxious white cape. Goku's son, Gohan, floated in the air closer to her, watching the battle with interest. Ona approached, making her presence known as Gohan spun around.

"Oh! I remember you!" He said, grinning. The teenager turned and raised an eyebrow, confused at his surprised and enthusiastic greeting. "Hello!"

"Um, hello," Ona replied, flustered. Gohan merely continued to smile and turned, watching the battle. "Kakarot called me here. Why?"

"I think he wants to talk to you 'bout stuff," the boy said simply, dismissing it instantly as he was engulfed in the excitement before him. Ona sighed and approached the two, causing the green Namek to stop and look at her, grabbing Goku's attention as well.

"Ah! You're here!" He said, smiling and waving. Ona nodded, still disoriented by all this alien friendliness. Piccolo merely rolled his eyes and flew past her, whispering to Gohan. The boy nodded and turned, both flying off to start a sparring session of their own.

"What did you want?" Ona inquired rudely, descending to the ground. Goku merely continued to smile and follow suit.

"I wanted to know firstly, who you are. We never got introduced," he replied, winking. She raised an eyebrow.

"That's fine by me. Your son was present when I spoke of myself," Ona snorted, stating the obvious but still earning that goofy expression from her uncle. Though, he didn't know it just yet and she wasn't intent on telling him. It was a shame and a dishonor to be related to such a dimwitted airhead. Though, perhaps his strength and power made up for it. Doubtful.

"Yeah, he told us. You're from.. Gaija? Something like that. Your name's Ona. That's all I know," Goku said, raising his hands into the air. Ona chuckled nastily.

"That's all there is to know, and all you need to know," she replied cryptically, receiving a mystified gaze in return.

"Bulma told me there's more to you. She said it would do me good to know," Goku implied, his moronic grin returning. Ona sighed and rolled her eyes.

"That loudmouth. It's not like I'm Gaijan, I'm sure you can figure that much out. I actually arrived there in a pod when I was five," she began, leaning back against a large, thick tree trunk. Goku smiled, the idea of a story appealing to him. Perhaps she would like this big lug after all; Ona loved to tell stories.

"My mother.. My mother died after my father sent me off. You know him," she said, shuddering. Goku raised an eyebrow. "You.. you killed him." His eyes widened in surprise, his mind automatically delving through memories of every person he had ever killed. Whether it be scum or villain, he focused around two Saiyans.

"Nappa? You're Nappa's daughter?!" Goku asked, shocked. Ona frowned and raised one eyebrow.

"Who the hell are you talking about?" Goku sighed and relaxed slightly.

"Oh, thank Kami.." he said, wiping his forehead. Wait, two Saiyans. Two of them have come to Earth, two of them I have killed. If it's not Nappa, then.. "RADDITZ?!" He screeched, leaping to his feet. Ona responded with equal surprise, tumbling back at least four feet.

"Uh, yeah.. That was my father. Radditz. Papa wasn't that bad, though," she said in confusion. Goku thwacked himself on the forehead.

"You're an optimist.." he replied, flopping back to the ground. Ona rolled her eyes. "Wait, so that basically makes you my niece? Jeez, never thought I'd be an uncle," he said, laughing.

"Well, try not to make it common knowledge. I'm ashamed as it is to know you," she said, glaring. With that, Ona got up and flew off before Goku could make a rebuke.

~*~

A/N: Oh my, you have no idea how hard that was. I never knew writing a chapter could involve so little time and so much writer's block. ACK! Here it is, as promised.. I will never, ever say a chapter is going to be early again. EVER. Because it's a lie. ;)

Dedications: Vegeta's Gyal - Of course. Check out her fics, and thanks for all your advice and helpfulness! Everyone, Khune will most likely be making an appearance later on in her fiction, "Vegeta's Childhood."

Mizu Megami - Faithful reviewer! Constantly battering me with the fact I'm evil for making her wait so long. Thanks for your feedback =Þ

Kioko - Thank you for your reviews! Well, the attached stuff is for MediaMiner.org, actually, so I'll try to put a link in here at some point for the pictures. They aren't really worth it, but that's okay >D

Schedule: Next chapter due Monday, April 13, 2002. To be notified of updates, email me with your request at maxchick@mad.scientist.com or leave your address in a review.

Something to Check Out: Of course, take a look at my website, the Erie Dragon at http://www.freewebz.com/eriedragon. I'm building the Archives right now, which will consist of a photo gallery, a HUGE fan fiction gallery, and all kinds of other stuff. I have forums up right now, featuring weekly Seminars, and I have uploaded an Art page and an informant of my Fanart/Fanfic Contests and the infamous Dragon awards. Submit today to maxchick@mad.scientist.com.

Read my other fics: Tarnished, a new fic, and I Wish..., a small B/V songfic.

~Majin Niña~