I'm definitely not your average twelve year old girl. I love animals, I love music, and my beauty knows no bounds, at least that's what others say. I think that I look pretty average. I wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but I wasn't ugly either. Oh, and I love shopping! Hmm…I guess I am pretty average.

Wait! I forgot something.

I'm only half human! The other half is Saiyan. And if you want proof, I have a tail. A long bendy, furry, brown tail. I have incredible strength, and I can shoot ki blasts out of my hands! Yep. I certainly wasn't average.

Also I'm going blind! It started three years ago when I was nine. My eyesight started to fade and still is. Right now my eyesight isn't too bad, it's more like I need glasses. But the doctor says that I'll go completely blind when I'm about fifteen or sixteen. I need to have an operation that my family can't afford. I've got about three or four years. I can't really make out facial features well, so I don't know what the latest Z Fighter, Vegeta, really looks like unless I get in his face, and I don't plan on doing that anytime soon. At least I can still pick out my outfits.

Speaking of outfits; I wore a black shirt, a half-jacket, a skirt, black leggings, and brown ankle boots. I wore a bow in my hair that was magenta. My hair is black, wavy, and goes past the middle of my back, and my eyes were purple. Father says they're purple like the flowers outside of our house, but Mother says they're purple like amethysts. Sometimes they fight over it! Weird right? I think my eyes are a plain shade of purple but they sure don't think so! It's weird that I have purple eyes when my parents both have brown eyes, but it turns out that female Saiyans have purple eyes.

Oh right! My name is Goran, but everyone calls me Mint. Well, except Piccolo. I'm pretty sure he doesn't believe in nicknames.

I was in front of a house on an island, meditating. Everything was quiet. Which I was grateful for. I hate noise. Which will prove to be ironic once you meet my parents.

"Mint?" A voice called. I flinched at my sudden interruption. I looked behind me, and irritated look on my face. The source of the voice, my mother, laughed. "Judging by that look, you were meditating again. Sorry, I just wanted to tell you that Master Roshi is ready to teach you the KameHameHa."

I squealed and stood up as Master Roshi was ready to teach me. "Now, when you want to use the KameHameHa, you need to-" We both pause. "Do you feel that?"

I nodded.

"You gonna go investigate?" He asked me.

"Oh yeah. I'm not missing out on this." I inhaled. "Flying Nimbus, come to me!" I called. A puffy cloud flew to me. "Let's go find out what that energy is."

"Minty, you know they're gonna just send you back." Mom chided.

I sweatdropped. Unfortunately, that's true. Ever since my bratty little brother, Gohan (Yes, that makes my mother Chi-Chi and father Goku) gave word of my going blind to the Z fighters, everyone's been treating me differently. They won't let me fight anymore. I couldn't fight Frieza. And I died trying to help my little brother against Cooler, Frieza's brother, but they revived me with the dragon balls. But still, I got in so much trouble, that I'm practically banned from fighting! I mean come on! I'm not even allowed to fight armed robbers! Bullets sting again my skin, but they can't kill me! Do you know the frustration I experience!? Lucky me, I have mediation to help me control my anger.

"Yeah, well they might let me watch." I hop onto Nimbus. "And before you say anything, yes, my vision is well enough that I can at least watch the fight. All though, I'll probably come back. I don't wanna watch everyone have all the fun. Come on Nimbus, let's go!" We zoomed away. "AND DON'T CALL ME MINTY!" I called.

I saw the Z Fighters conversing angrily with each other. "Yoohoo!" I called. "Gohan-chi!" Nimbus lowered to the ground, but I didn't remove myself. I had yet to learn to fly. I was never really interested, but if I want to keep up with the guys, then I'm gonna have to learn.

"Mint-onee?" He asked.

Piccolo glared at me. "Goran, what are you doing here?"

"I felt this huge energy, and I thought I'd come to investigate!" I chirped. I looked at Bulma. "Um…what's with the hairstyle?" I asked. Bulma just glared at me and I looked away. "Okay…So what are we up against?"

"Frieza." Krillin declared.

I looked at the floor and kicked a rock in frustration. "No fair. Now I know I won't get the chance to fight…" I sighed. I smiled. "I can help with my healing powers! Nimbus and I will scout the area!" Nimbus took me up and I began to look around. After a little while, I spotted a ship and a bunch of aliens. I blinked. "That must be Frieza. His power level is impressive." I saw a boy as well. He was definitely older than me. "Is he challenging Frieza?" I looked at Nimbus. "I better tell the guys. Super speed, Nimbus!"

The guys, Bulma and I watched with amazment as the boy fought Frieza with incredible ease. Then he transformed. "He went blonde!" I looked at Vegeta. "Oi, Veggie-chan, didn't you say something about Papa-chan doing that? What did you call it? Mega Saiyan?"

Vegeta glared at me as Bulma held in her laughter. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?"

"Enough for me to start to care." I say.

I could feel him glaring at me. "It's called Super Saiyan." He growled.

I rolled my eyes and watched the battle with interest. Someone shoved a stick way too far up his butt. "I like Mega Saiyan better…" I mutter under my breath. The boy sliced Frieza into several pieces before blasting his remains. Then he turned on who I assume was Frieza's father. The man took the boy's sword. I tilted my head with wonder when the boy blocked Frieza's dad's attack. And then he killed him.

"Wow…" My eyes sparkled. I turned around and faced my friends. "You guys said Frieza-san was the strongest, but that guy beat him like that!" I said, snapping my fingers.

"Fangirl much?" Bulma asked.

I blushed. "I am not a fangirl!" I snapped. "I…I was just commenting on how strong he was!" I smiled. "He might be just as strong as Papa-chan!"

"Fangirl."

"I AM FLIPPING NOT!" I folded my arms. "I just think he's really strong!"

"Ah, gee thanks." I turned around and sweatdropped. The boy was right behind me. He bent down to eye level with me. "That's nice of you to say." I blink. He stayed there and kept smiling. I stared at him. My cheeks got red.

"Gah!" I ran behind Piccolo. I held onto his arm as I hid. Piccolo merely sighed and patted my head.

The boy frowned in confusion. "Didn't mean to scare ya." He turn around. "Hey, I'm gonna go to where Goku's going to land. He won't be here for a few hours. You guys can wait with me if you want." He flew away.

"Should we go with him?" Yamcha asked.

I didn't even wait for an answer. "Nimbus…follow him." I didn't know why, but I was compelled to trust this guy.

"Goran, hold up!" Piccolo called.

I followed the boy curiously. The guys didn't follow me automatically, so I assume that they were still wondering if they should come along. Nimbus flew after the boy. "Nimbus, we're losing him. Speed up!" Oh boy, did Nimbus speed up. I forgot that this stupid cloud takes everything too literal! I shrieked. "N-Nimbus, you're moving too fast!" I shrieked. I looked ahead. "We're headed straight for that guy!" I sweatdropped. "Stop Nimbus! Slow down at least!" I held on for dear life. "Did I make you mad or something!?"

Mystery Boy's P.O.V. (Just for a little)

I checked the terreign. "He should land somewhere around here." I made sure I was in the right area one more time. "Yup." I landed, along with the Z Fighters. "Where'd that girl go?" I asked. "Wasn't she ahead of you guys?"

Gohan scratched his head. "Well…She was riding on Nimbus."

"GOHAAAAANN! HEEELLLLLPPPPP!" I looked up. I sweatdropped when I saw the girl from earlier riding on a cloud. She was headed in several different directions.

"What is she doing?" Piccolo asked.

"YOU STUPID CLOUD, WHY DON'T YOU EVER LISTEN TO ME!?"

I sweatdropped. "Um, can't she control that thing?"

Gohan sighed. "The Flying Nimbus will let anyone who has a pure heart ride it, but it seems to like messing with her for some reason." He looked up at her. "Jump!"

"YOU SHOULD KNOW BY THE MANY TIMES YOU'VE PUSHED ME OFF THIS CLOUD THAT I AM NOT GOOD AT LANDING FROM HIGH PLACES!" The girl screamed. I sweatdropped. "Stop Nimbus! Stop! Come on, they landed! STOP!" Well, the cloud did stop…but it seemed to drop her. She shrieked.

"Hey, Mister?" Gohan asked me. I looked at him.

"I think she's going to land on you." I sweatdropped. I noticed everyone backing up a few steps. I looked up again, and I ended up crashing to the ground. My eyes widen when I feel something soft against my mouth. I blink twice. The girl on top of me got up. Her eyes were wide and she had a blush on her face.

We kissed. When we landed, we kissed! I kissed her! She kissed me! Man, my first kiss was a ten year old!

She shrieked and jumped off me, covering her mouth and scooting backwards until she hit a rock. She hid behind it and I think she began to cry.

I couldn't help but blush. "Um…I-Is she okay?"

Yamcha smiled. "She's fine. She just cries when she gets embarrassed." He looked in the girl's direction. "She's kind of like how her mom used to be." He looked back at me. "She just landed on you, I don't get what's so embarrassing."

"Well, she is a girl, and he is a boy." Bulma said.

I blushed. "That's right! That's all that happened." That means they didn't see too much, thank Kami. I looked to the side and pulled out a capsule. "Anyway, we're gonna be here a while." A little mini fridge appeared.

I smiled as Gohan, Bulma, and Krillin drank and ate some snacks. Gohan looked at some mint chocolate chip cookies. He took it. "My name is Gohan." He pointed at the rock. "The girl crying over there is my older sister Goran." He looked at the cookies. "She loves anything involving mint chocolate chip. I don't know why she's so upset, but you should give these to her. She'll probably forgive you faster."

I took them. "Okay…" I walked over to the girl-I mean Goran. She didn't seem to notice me. I stared at her for a while. She was actually kind of cute. I don't think I remember meeting her in the future… They must've gotten her while I was too young to remember… "Hey, you like these right?"

Back to Mint's P.O.V

I look to the side and see that guy. I wiped my eyes and looked at him. "What?"

"Gohan told me you like this kind of stuff."

I looked at the cookies. I blinked and took them. I squint in order to read what it says. "I've never heard of these brands…" I tried one and smiled. "These are good!" I smiled. "Anyway, my name is Goran, but everyone calls me Mint. Well, except Piccolo-chan." I looked over towards Vegeta. "And Veggie-chan just seems to know me as "Kakarrot's brat". Brat for short."

I heard him cough. I think he just covered up a laugh. "Veggie-chan?" He asked.

I smiled. "Yep. I've called him that since I first met him on Planet Namek in search of the dragon balls."

The boy looked at me weirdly. "But wasn't he your enemy at the time?"

"Yeah. But I was only nine or ten at the time, so I was calling everyone by nicknames." I smiled. "When I first met him, he was trying to kill me. I called him Veggie-chan, and he nearly had a heart attack, and I managed to escape. Everyone thinks I called him that just to get him mad and slip up, but in reality, I just said to say it, and when he freaked out, it was nothing but dumb luck." I giggled. "I call Piccolo "Piccolo-chan". Mom says I was going through an "Everyone is my friend" phase." I jumped onto my rock. "Of all of the guys, I'd have to say that Piccolo-chan and Veggie-chan are tied as my two favorites." I smiled.

"That's strange…"

I sweatdropped. I closed my eyes. "I'm sorry for um…landing on you and um…" I blushed. The boy put his hand on my head.

"That's okay. I didn't mind. You're pretty cute for a ten year old, Goran-chan."

I blushed and stood up. "Excuse me?! I'm not ten! I'm twelve!"

"Ah, sorry." He scratched his head. "You're kind of short."

I rolled my eyes. "Nice to know." Not like he's wrong. I mean, I've seen a picture of Mom and Papa-chan when they were twelve. They were tiny. I'm pretty sure that shortness runs in the family. All though, in comparison, Gohan's pretty tall at age seven. I stood up. "What's your name?"

The boy blinked. "I can't tell you. All you can know is that I'm seventeen."

"HEY! PICCOLO-CHAN! CAN YOU HEAR ANYTHING I'M SAYING!? IF YOU CAN, HIT KRILLIN UPSIDE THE HEAD!" No response. I turned to the guy. I frowned and decided to try something I saw on TV. "So you won't tell me?"

"I'm sorry. I know kids your age are curious, but I can't tell you, Goran-chan."

I scowl. 'He thinks I'm just a brat…' I thought. 'I'm twelve. You're making it sound like I'm five.' I shrugged my shoulders. "Aw, that's not fair. It's not like we're strangers. I mean, we did just kiss." I smile. "Tell ya what, why don't you tell me your name, and I'll kiss you on the cheek?"

"What?! Goran-chan, you're much too young to be offering something like that!" He scolded, blushing hotly.

"It's not a big deal to me anymore. I already lost my first kiss to you, what's a little peck on the cheek?"

His blush got deeper. "C-Cut that out!" He glared at me. I predicted what he said. "And don't use the whole first kiss card on me! If you need to know, that was my first kiss too!" He barked.

I smiled. "I knew it." He blinked. "Alright, alright." I sat on my rock. "Relax, I was only messing with you. I wasn't going to kiss you even if you told me." I scooted over and offered him to sit by me. He took the offer. "All though, you did blush a lot." He blinked. "Did you want me to kiss you, Mr. Seventeen-year-old?"

"What?!"

"Did you want to be kissed by the twelve-year-old, whom you thought was ten?"

"No! Don't be ridiculous!" I smiled.

"Okay. Whatever." He turned away. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek, just to get a reaction. He fell off the rock. I smirked as I crawled to the edge of the rock and looked down at him. "You know, for such an excellent fighter, you sure are easy to mess with." I lauged. "Since you won't tell me your name, I'll just call you Oniichan!"

"Huh?"

"Until I figure out who you are, your name is Oniichan!" I giggled and ran up to Piccolo. "Piccolo-chan, you want one?" I offered, holding a cookie to him.

"I don't need food, Goran."

"But you can still eat it. Come on, please? Try it?" He sighed and took the cookie from me, eating it. I smiled. "It's good, right?"

"I don't really care much for sweet things…but I suppose it's fine…" He muttered.

I smiled. I walked to where Vegeta was sitting. I ignored his growling and sat on the ground next to his rock. I offered him a cookie. He snatched it from me and ate it. I roll my eyes. Oniichan was surprised to see that Gohan and his Saiyan appetite had eaten all the snacks, with the help of Bulma and Krillin.

Gohan walked up to me. "Mint-onee, can you make lunch?" He asked.

I blinked. "Sure." I pulled out a capsule. I smiled at Bulma. "Thanks for the capsule house, Bulma." She nodded, smiling lightly. I went inside and began to prepare for a huge feast fit for four Saiyans, and a few average eaters. "Alright." I began to cook. I kept up a happy exterior, in case someone decided to come in. I even hummed a tune, but while doing so, I was thinking. 'Am I cut out for this?' I asked myself. 'Am I really a Z Fighter?' I cut the carrots carefully. 'All I seem to be good for is cooking for when Gohan-chi gets hungry. They don't let me fight anymore…' I chopped up the onions. 'Maybe I'm too weak to be a fighter…Maybe I should be like Mom and just be a housewife…My dream of being the first female Z Fighter is just that. A dream.' I sigh as I prepare the fried rice.

I flip the rice. That's one dish done. S'lot of rice…I move on to making an omellete. Gohan likes them sweet. When Piccolo does eat, he likes them salty. Mom doesn't know, but when I'm not at home, I'm usually visiting Piccolo. I'd visit Veggie-chan, but that'd require talking to Mrs. Brief. She's nice lady, but she makes me feel like a little kid…I mean, I'm twelve! Who offers a twelve-year-old some "nummy nummies for her tummy tummy"? Come on, now! Wait, what was I talking about? Right, being a Z Fighter is nothing but a dream.

I crack a few eggs.

I smile as I shake my head. "No way!" I make a fist with determination. "I don't plan on failing! I'll become the first ever girl Z Fighter!" I squeal as I assure myself. "I don't plan on being anyone's housewife." I flip the omellete. I blink. "Actually, that doesn't sound too bad…" I blink. "I guess it wouldn't too bad to have a family…But I'll cross that bridge when I get to it." I smiled as determination burned in my soul as I put some thawed chicken in the oven. I squealed and began moving all over the kitchen, cooking five things at once. I pumped a fist. "I'm gonna be the strongest! I'll train until I my muscles burn, and then I'll keep going!" I felt someone put a hand on my head, then pull it backward so that I was looking up. It was Piccolo.

"If you do that, you'll be too sore to fight."

I blushed at my stupidity and smiled. "Then train with me, Piccolo-chan!" I chirped.

Piccolo shook his head. "No thanks." I blink. "Anyway, I came in to check if you were having trouble. You were making a lot of noise."

I sweatdropped. I stared at him. "…"

"Well? Are you in trouble?"

"…" I blink again. "Well, my neck kind of hurts." He blinked before letting go of my head, allowing me to massage my neck. I smiled at him as he left.

I finished cooking after about an hour. "Okay! It's done! Come get some if you're hungry! If you're not, come in anyway!" I cheered. I sweatdropped and jumped out of the way before Gohan could run me over. He took a place at the table.

"You made a sweet omellete for me!" He cheered. "Why does this one have the letter "P" written in ketchup?"

"That one's salted. I made it for Piccolo-chan. If he doesn't want it, you can have it." Gohan stared at it before shaking his head.

"No thanks. I don't like salted omelletes."

Piccolo sat next to Gohan. He looked at the omellete. He ate it in small bites. "Thank you." He muttered.

I smiled as I began eating. I looked at Oniichan. He doesn't seem to eat at the same speed as Gohan, Vegeta and me. He just moved his food around with a spoon. (Or maybe it was a spork. I can't tell.) Any Saiyan would dig in right away. I was about to question his heritage when he took a spoonful of rice. Then he dug in. I smiled and shook my head. Only a Saiyan.

"Wow, this is better than anything my mom can make." He said.

I blinked. "Isn't your mom a good cook Oniichan?"

Oniichan sweatdropped. "Well, she's not the best, but in comparison to anything I make, she's pretty good."

I smiled. I look at Gohan. "Gohan-chi?" He looked at me. "After this, you wanna spar with me? To pass the time?"

Gohan froze. I blink. "N-No thanks…" He muttered.

I blink. "Why not?"

"I don't think fighting you is fair…"

The table becomes silent. Everyone except Vegeta stops eating. "What do you mean? How is it not fair?"

I heard Gohan put his fork or spoon down. "Well…"

My eyes widened. So that's why. I stood up. "I get it." I walked towards the door. "Then I guess my presence isn't needed for anything. I'm going home." I say as I close the door.

Gohan grabbed my sleeve. "Mint-onee, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way."

I stare at him. I could tell he was probably doing his puppy face. "Yes you did. If you ever need me to make lunch, then just call me or something."

"But Mint-onee, I'm really sorry! How about we spar? Right now!"

I pull my arm out of his grip. I walk back into the capsule house, and come out with a butter knife. I close my eyes and stab myself in the shoulder. I've forgotten to close the door.

Vegeta stopped eating.

Gohan and Bulma freaked out. "What did you do that for?!" Bulma ran to me with a guaze.

I bite my lip as I pull the knife out quickly. Blood spews out at a dangerous rate. I open my eyes and scowl, yanking my arm away from Bulma, not allowing her to wrap my wound. "I'm making a vow of silence." I declared. "From now on, I will be silent until the day comes for me to speak again. This wound seals the deal. I won't talk to any of you." I look at Oniichan. "I suppose I can exclude you. You haven't done anything, nor do you know what's going on."

I hop on Nimbus. "Minty, you can't just stab yourself and not talk!"

I glare at him. I'm sure my expression says "Don't call me Minty". Nimbus flies me home, and for once, it doesn't mess with me. I don't use my powers to heal myself. I just hold my arm to stop myself from bleeding on Nimbus. Too much, anyway. My main problem…?

How do I explain this to Mom? I did not think this through.