Chapter 1

Mirai Trunks ran to his time machine, half dragging the bleeding body with him. His hair was messy and his skin was smeared with dirt and grime. Small cuts dotted his body. He was weak and weary, yet he never slowed. His and his companions lives depended on it. Too weak to fly, he just ran through the collapsing city like panic stricken mice. The only sound around was the sound of the destruction. No screams, no shouts for help, because everyone was dead. Except for the two of them. The only sound of life came from his panicking gasps for breath and her slow, unsteady breathing.

He turned to look into her dull lifeless blue eyes. Her hair, once blond and beautiful, was matted and filthy. Her armor was cracked and her jumpsuit tattered on the ends. A gaping hole was in the center of her armor's stomach area, revealing the whole in her stomach where that thing blasted her. She was the reason he kept running, so she could live. And the only way that could happen was if he managed to get her into that time machine.

He was the reason that all this happened, he should have been able to stop it, but he didn't, because he couldn't. Though he couldn't bring himself to believe it, nor forgive a man for saying it, it was because of this girl that this monster came, yet he didn't care.

Everything around him was turning to rubble as the earth itself was turning to waste. Everything he had ever loved was gone or being destroyed and the one person he cared about that had managed to live through the android devastation was dead. She was all he had now and he wasn't giving her up easily.

Mirai Trunks stared into the crisp blue, cloudless sky. The past few years had been a land of terror. Nothing could make this better, unless everyone he loved came back or he managed to finally defeat the androids, but that was unlikely. With the androids on their spree of destruction, Trunks was the only one around who could stop them and he couldnt even do that.

Today was one of the few days he got to just sit back and relax. When the world wasn't screaming for help, his mother was screaming at him. She was overjoyed when he manajed to come home in tact, but she wanted him to do more with his life than fighting the androids or train. She wanted him to live a life. He understood what she meant, yet he wanted nothing more right now than to relax and sit down and feel the breeze ruffle in his hair.

He looked at his watch. 11:30. He should get back for lunch soon. He got up and flew in the direction of the Capsule Corp. building. Flying over West City, he stared at all the destruction and crumpled buildings that littered the place. Their rain of destruction never meets its end. Some parts of the city were rebuilt, but they would soon be brought down again by the monsters. Landing out front, he walked into his home. "Hey hunny," his mother greeted as he walked into the kitchen ", sit down, lunch is almost ready."

"K, it smells great Mom," he complimented.

"Thanks hunny." She had long blue hair that matched her eyes. The years hadn't been bad to her, despite the constant threat of the androids keeping her from a monthly spa treatment. She was always to be listened to. Something about her, whether the way she yelled or the feeling of dominance that surrounded her, it made you obey. She was, in some words, the alpha.

She placed a plate of fried rice with a steak on the table in front of him, and another in front of her seat. He picked up his fork and knife and sliced a piece of the steak off. Picking it up, just inches from his mouth, he felt a strange Ki somewhere nearby. It was extremely high compared to a human, but lower than his. His mother, though she couldn't sense power levels, knew something was up and didn't protest when he stood up and ran out the door.

Flying through and out of the city, he went in search of this strange power level. He spread his search far and wide until he found it. It was feeble, as if it was near death or asleep. He flew south until he found a baseball field sized crater in a large grassy field. No one was around so he guessed no one had noticed it. Who would? They'd think it was the androids blowing up some poor wild animal. Smoke and dirt rose in clouds, blocking his view of what was in it. It must have crashed recently.

He waded through the smoke, eyes closed with his shirt pulled up over his mouth, until he reached the source of the dangerously low power level. What could possibly have such a low Ki and survive? As the smoke began to clear, he noticed an indistinct shape of a large shadowy oval. When the smoke cleared a little more I could tell it was a machine or pod of some sort. It was very technologically advanced compared to anything he'd seen on earth. It looked large enough for a grown man to lie in comfortably. The bottom half was complete machinery while the top half appeared to be a doming lid of some sort. It was ringed with metal while the rest of it seemed to be a window smeared with dirt and grime.

Trunks proceeded to wipe away the dirt that was smeared upon the window. He backed away in shock. Inside laid beautiful young girl that appeared to be around his age. She had flowing blond hair in two braids that were tied with three led ties each. She wore a short sleeve black jumpsuit that revealed her full leg under saiyan armor. The armor was black except for the large gold shoulder blades and the large rounded, gold spikes that hung down like a skirt. Her boots were white, except for the toe area where it too was gold. Around her waist was a furry brown belt he knew to be a tail. Her hands and feet were bound by ropes that looked strong and inhuman. Her skin was a sickly pale from years of no light. Her eyes were closed as she appeared to be sleeping, but her chest neither rose nor fell as she drew no breath.

Mirai Trunks began to scramble about the machine in a panicked frenzy, looking for some way to open it. She can't be dead, can she? She must be dead, she isn't breathing! But I can still sense her Ki! Eventually he found a panel and lifted it. He pressed a large red button and flipped a switch labeled hatch.

A feminine computer voice spoke ", disabling auto sleep. Lifting hatch."

The hatch began to open and her body drew the first gasps of breath it had ever had in years. She blinked away the sleep from her eyes. She opened her eyelids, revealing stunning blue eyes. She looked around and then she noticed a handsome young man with blue eyes and lavender hair. She was startled at first, then instincts developed from years of training kicked in. she grabbed the edge of the pod with her bound hands and flung herself out with inhuman strength, landing perfectly balanced on her bound feet. She pointed her hands at him and they began to glow with the Ki ball she had formed.

"State yourself human!" she ordered.

"Calm down, be careful before someone gets hurt. My name is Trunks Briefs. You're a saiyan aren't you?"

"Yes, my species' fame has reached this far I assume."

"No, it was your armor and tail that gave it away. I'm a saiyan as well, though I lacked the tail." She stared at his blue eyes and lavender hair, abnormal features for a saiyan, but who was she to judge? She didn't exactly have the black hair and dark eyes either.

He took a step towards her as the Ki ball disappeared. She looked closely at him. "You are only half saiyan I presume."

"Yes," she didn't crinkle her noes in disgust like other saiyans would have done. She didn't see anything wrong with it, seeing as the race was dying out as long as they chose a suitable species to mate with. She didn't know if this was the case.

"My name is Kentana." Trunks then noticed the katana she had strapped to her waste and the tail draped over it. "Do you know of a Vegeeta, and where I might find him?"

"Yes," he said jumping up. She knew my father? She's much to young.

"He was my father. Sadly, he is dead now."

She bowed her head. "Oh..." her voice trailed off. She had been hoping to find him. He was her only way to finding him.

"Here, come with me. I can take you to my house and get things sorted out," she nodded stiffly ", can you fly?"

"Uhh," she held up her bound hands and gestured towards her feet.

"Oh, right," he cut her ropes on her hands by surrounding his hands with Ki. He didn't ask how they got there, she seemed a little upset so he wasn't going to burden her with questions. When her hands were free, she leaned down and untied her feet.

"Why the hell did he need to tie them so tight?" she grumbled.

"Huh?"

"Nothing," she ripped at the saiyan ropes until they gave and she squeezed her feet out.

"Can you fly?"

"I think so. Give me a second to regain some strength. It's been a long time since I've had the pleasure of flying, let alone walking."

She stretched some stiff joints and gave herself a moments rest before attempting to take off. She went up a few feet before crashing back down to the earth. She hadn't enough time to regain some of her power.

"I'm going to have to carry you." She hated this drastically. Being forced to resort to being carried! How low could she get? The very idea of it disgusted her, but she bit back her pride and didn't protest as he picked her up. He held her bridal style as he flew and she made no attempt to hold on to him. She crossed her arms and sat with her eyes closed. Her armor made holding her awkward, but he didn't complain. She didn't seem like the type to argue or make compromises. Something feels wrong here, thought Kentana.

When they landed in front of Capsule Corp. she quickly climbed down from his arms. "This is it," he said. She stared in awe at the magnitude of his home.

"It is very big. Fit for a king," she stated. They walked inside and Trunks called to his mother.

"Mom, I'm back!" An older woman with blue hair and eyes ran out of a room she assumed was the kitchen, by the scent of food trailing from it.

"Trunks you're okay," she noticed her sons guest ", and who's this?" She eyed the young girl's tail and saiyan armor.

"I am Kentana," she introduced herself. Introductions were things she rarely had to do, but they came easily to her. Probably from being around many people all her life. "Who might you be?"

"Bulma Briefs, it is nice to meet you," she greeted, extending a hand. She smiled warmly at the guest. Kentana stared uncertainly at the hand. Was she going to blow me up with it? Bulma's hand retreated at seeing her uneasiness.

"It is pleasure to meet you Mrs. Briefs."

"Please, call me Bulma. How about you take a seat and I'll bring you something to eat. Knowing you saiyans, you must be hungry." she rushed out of the room and into the kitchen. Kentana suddenly became aware of how weak she was feeling and hungry she was.

"I've been in that pod for far too long," she mumbled. Trunks looked at her. How long had she been trapped in there? Why did she need to be tied up? Trunks led her to the couch.

Bulma walked back in there with a plate of noodles for each of them. Kentana took her plate warily and sniffed it before attempting to eat it. She picked up her chopsticks and ate a small bit before digging in ravenously. She handed the plate back to Bulma for seconds.

"Thank you," Kentana said ", it was very good." Trunks stared at her as if she had just grown a second head. She stared back. "What're you looking at?" she snapped.

She definitely is a saiyan, Bulma thought , her temper is just like Vegeeta's. I wonder if she has the same pride. Bulma got up and left with the two saiyans plates.

When she had left the room Trunks spoke ", do you really think her cooking is good?"

She looked at him bitterly ", firstly, you shouldn't speak of your mothers traits that way, it's disrespectful," she scolded ", secondly, I was raised not to be picky."

"But really, did you like it that much?"

She smirked at him ", I believe as a human once said, hunger never knew bad bread," she quoted ", and it's only manners that I compliment the cooking of someone who has offered it to me." She said, turning up her noes in displeasure at how he continued to insult his own mother's cooking.

Bulma had heard the whole thing from the doorway of the kitchen and was liking the girl a little more for her manners. She's definitely as irritable as Vegeeta, but she does or with more manners. She walked out of the kitchen carrying the plates as if she heard nothing. Kentana dug in gratefully to her seconds before placing the plate down on the coffee table.

"Mind me for asking, but what has happened here? Most of it out there is destroyed. It looks as there was an Oozaru went on a rampage." She was curious to see if this was a cause by the saiyan boy. Vegeeta would have easily taken over this planet upon landing. "I could barely sense a Ki."

Trunks looked to his mother for guidance. She shrugged. "We are being devastated by the androids."

"Androids?" she knew what it meant, just not what it meant for them.

"They devastate the earth, destroying everything and killing everyone as if it were a game." He tightly balled up his fists until his knuckles were white. His voice held true hate for the destructive creatures. He loosened his fists ", and I can't seem to beat them." So Vegeeta chose to settle here and care for its people. That does not sound like Vegeeta at all! I understand taking over this planet, but making it and these weakling humans the new carriers for the saiyans! Of all planets, couldn't he have chosen one with a stronger race. Warrior races are a plenty if he took the time to look!

"Coffee?" Bulma cut in, hoping to change the mood.

"Sure," Kentana replied. Bulma snapped her fingers and a bot rolled in on its four wheels carrying a tray with three cups of steaming hot coffee. Upon going towards them, a cup tipped, spilling coffee all over the bot. Sparks began to shoot out and it bucked it's arms, tossing coffee into the air. The coffee showered all three of them.

Kentana growled as she stood up and walked over to the bot. Poor bot, thought Bulma. Kentana ripped it's head off and began fiddling with the wires and circuits. She picked up the head and swapped some wires and removed a chip before reattaching the head. The bot began to work at a more efficient rate and had all of the coffee cleaned up before heading back into the kitchen to bring them more.

"How did you do that?" asked a startled Bulma. She had worked months to only partly accomplish what this girl just did in mere minutes.

"It was only simple mechanics," she said blushing. "I am actually surprised. I didn't know earth was this technologically advanced. I must have been asleep for a long time." Trunks got the feeling they weren't supposed to hear the last part.

"How long were you asleep?"

"I don't know. Vegeeta certainly didn't have a son, that's for sure," she joked.

"You knew my father, how?" asked Trunks. She just stared down at her coffee. Trunks realized she wasn't in the mood to talk about it.

"Wait, she knew Vegeeta? She's much too young," reasoned Bulma, sipping from her coffee.

"That's because I've been in a pod for many years. I was put into a frozen sleep state until Trunks deactivated the machine upon my landing." she sipped her coffee ", my pod isn't very far from here, you can use it if you want to. In fact you can keep it for all I care. There is no way I'm getting back in that thing."

Bulma sipped her coffee ", that is awfully nice of you. Why don't you make yourself comfortable, take off your armor and relax." Kentana thought for a moment before fiddling with the straps that held her armor. With the armor gone, Trunks then noticed what was beneath. He looked away to hide his blushing and to keep himself from looking at them.

Bulma didn't seem to notice. She was too busy observing her hair and eyes. Bulma then noticed that her braids were tied with what appeared to be lead bands. Three per braid. Now why would a girl use lead to tie her hair?

"Would you like me to show you your room?" asked Trunks.

"My room?" she asked uncertainly.

"Yah, your room. You don't have anywhere else to stay, do you?"

"I guess not," she stood up and picked up her armor before following Trunks up the stairs. Bulma stared at her as she left. Trunks led her to a large room with a TV, twin size bed, a side table with a lamp on it, a long dresser, and a bathroom. "Thank you," she said as she walked into the room and sat on the bed.

"Are you going to sleep? If you are I can leave," he said backing away.

"No it's okay, I've been asleep for 20 years at least. I have no intention of going back to sleep for a while." Trunks walked in and sat next to her, carefully to leave a couple of feet in between them. He contemplated for a moment about what was best to say.

"You can put your armor away. I think it can fit in the dresser."

"Oh, okay," she didn't seem willing to part with her armor, but she proceeded to put it away anyway. She walked over to the dresser and bent down to put the armor in it. Trunks couldn't help but stare at her as she walked away. His eyes traced her outline. Wrapping around her bust, then her butt then followed the path down her long legs. He shook his head to clear out those thoughts. What am I thinking? I just met her.

She walked back and sat next to him. Trunks couldn't help but admire her features such as her sweet yet striking voice, soft and delicate, yet when she gets angry or snaps at you it is like a slap to the face all on its own, or her plum pink lips. He stared at them, somewhat entranced. Before he knew what he was doing he was leaning towards her slightly. He caught himself and got up. Luckily she hadn't noticed his intentions.

"I better go and let you get situated," he said embarrassed and scratching the back of his head ", my room is right next door if you need anything." With that he left, leaving Kentana thinking What the he'll just happened?