Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Dragonball Z. Believe me, if I did, I would have Goku and Vegeta all to myself. ALL TO MYSELF!

Hello Everyone! I hope you enjoy my revised edition of "A Twist of Fate" that I had published as Trista2. Some sequences are still here, but most of it's revised. Thank You for reading!

Warning: Sexual themes, language, Violence (APPLIES TO WHOLE STORY!)

Consciousness

"Do you know who she is?"

"No. How do you think she got here?"

"Have no clue! Hey, Goku, do you have any idea who this is?"

Who is Goku? Where am I?

"No Krillin. I wander why Shenron sent her?"

Shenron? Did she know a Shenron? No...so who...did someone kidnap her! Who were these people! What did they want with her! She felt the trudges of blackness descending. Did they drug her? Is that how she got here, is that what was wrong with her? How many were there, and what did they want with her!? She struggled to open her eyes, but they refused to cooperate. Her brain felt fuzzy. They drugged her! Oh my God! Did these people plan to kill her! She felt hysteria start to grip her, shivers going down her spin. She had to stay awake! What did they want with me!? The blackness started to thicken around the edges of her consciousness. No! I can't blackout now, I might never wake up again! She strained and tried in vain to move anything, something that would let her know that she wasn't drugged. But her body didn't respond, as if she was immobilized by something! Did they really drug her, or is it her own fear keeping her paralyzed? She felt strong arms wrapping around her, lifting her. Icy tingles of terror ran through her body. She had to get out of here! She fought to keep from blacking out, but felt herself losing the battle. She was powerless to whatever they had planned. She finally gave up the struggle as she felt herself being drawn down into blackness.

"Has she woken up yet Goku?"

Goku looked up as Bulma walked through the bedroom doorway. Arms crossed over her chest, her chin tilted at a stubborn angle, she gave the girl a worried glance.

"No, not so much as a moan."

Bulma's eyes squinted in worry, her brow narrowed in thought. She chewed on her lower lip as she gazed at the unconscious girl.

"She should be giving some sign that she's waking up. It has been a week, almost two since you brought her here." She turned a worried look back to Goku.

"How exactly did she just "appear" again? She asked, perching herself on the edge of the bed. Goku pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. He could feel a headache coming on. He looked back up and met Bulma's gaze.

"I already told you what happened. It's not very clear to tell you the truth," he paused, trying to put into words everything that had happened, not quite understanding all of it himself.

Bulma pressed her lips together, "Tell me again, because I don't understand why she would appear to you out of nowhere, and why she won't wake up." Her eyes' went to the source of their discussion, although her mind was going a mile a minute, trying to figure out just what they were dealing with.

Goku laid his head back against the chair and sighed. "I don't know why she won't wake up. As for the other, you will just have to wait until she wakes up and ask her. I have no idea."

Bulma huffed in frustration. "But that doesn't make any sense! Why..."

Goku cut her off, standing and throwing his hands up in the air, "I don't know okay! I don't know why she's here, I don't know where she came from, and I don't know why she won't wake up!" He finished in a slightly raised voice, impatient with the questioning, with the fact that this girl won't wake up, and the fact that their one wish was blown, though how, he still didn't know.

Bulma didn't say anything. She could tell he was frustrated, so was she. Goku rarely raised his voice, especially to his friends. She let it go, for once the girl woke up, they could have answers, but for some reason Bulma wasn't counting on it. This girl, this woman, that has been living in her home for almost two weeks, probably knew less than they did. In fact, she bet the woman didn't know squat. It galled her, having to call this person "woman". They didn't even know her name, for God sake!

She slid off the bed, going to the dresser and fiddling with the bottles that lay on top of the heavy oak. She studied them for a moment, then turned back to Goku.

"I'm going to see if I can find something out."

Goku stood up, "You want me to go with you?" He asked, his gaze sliding to the occupant in the bed. Bulma looked at the woman also. Nothing. No eye movement, no twitching, not even erratic breathing. This isn't right! She shifted her gaze back to Goku. "No, you stay here and watch over her in case she wakes up." Bulma gazed doubtfully at the woman again, then left.

"Why won't you wake up?" Goku whispered, gently pushing back the woman's hair. He had to give Shenron credit, she was a beautiful lady. With dark brown hair streaked with golden highlights, gently arched brows, and from what he felt from carrying her, a voluptuous figure. She had been wearing a battered orange training outfit with an emblem he didn't recognize. Now it was sitting, cleaned and folded, in the chair by the window. From the looks of it, even being washed and ironed, it still looked ragged. Was she fighting in it? Is that why she won't wake up, or is it something else, something I don't want to find out. His brows drew together in frustration, hating the fact that as time flies by, they still don't have any more answers then when they found her at Kami's place.

What is the deal? Why was she sent here, and how? He didn't know, and despite what Bulma thinks, he doubted they would any time soon.