Gohan was starring at the sky when Trunks joined with him, on that warm summer day. They had just finished their training session and the young, purple haired half Saiyan was exhausted and let his body rest on the ground, next to his mentor. Gohan's pitch-black hair was gently pushed back by the wind and he also let his back touch the ground, closing his eyes. "You know, Trunks, we must enjoy days like today. This kind of day, with a beautiful blue sky and warm sunlight can only give us more strength." Said Gohan. Trunks nodded and sighed. "I wish we could beat them already, so we could begin our lives already…" he said to Gohan. Gohan rose up and nudged Trunks on the head, making the young man wince in pain.

"Stop thinking like that! These androids are maybe not human, but they're not indestructible! Someday, we'll show them whose boss and that's a promise! There will be no more killing, no more senseless destruction, no more pain and tears. Someday, the Earth will once again be at peace." He said, making Trunks smile cheaply. "I hope you're right Gohan." He said, rise up also. They both elevated in the air and flew towards the city, where Trunks mother and he lived and where Gohan was sleeping while training the young man to fight and to defend what was important to him. They could smell Bulma's cooking miles away and they decided to hurry up the pace, for their stomachs were lamenting cries of hunger. When they arrived on the door step, they were greeted by a middle aged blue haired woman. Trunks smiled as his mother opened the door house to him.

"Well, I'm glad you guys are not dead, you know. You've been gone for hours, Trunks, how about calling me next time to you decide to train that long? And you Gohan, my friend, are getting to be a bad influence on my son." She said, a smirk on her face. That was the way Bulma was: fiery, hot-tempered, borderline violent with her words but always loving in the end. She had cooked her son's favourite meal, which were spicy rice and tuna patties. Gohan never really said no to anything Bulma cooked and always had his face full of food, just like his late father, Goku. The three of them sat down at the kitchen table and started eating. Actually, Bulma ate and the half Saiyans literally shoved the food down their throats without breathing. They talked about the news on android activities and how they had destroyed another city today, leaving only a few hundred people alive at most. This seemed to infuriate the Saiyans, which seemed to possess very strong emotions concerning death of innocent people. Bulma always thought that hers and Vegeta's son and Goku's son, being half Saiyans, felt this compassion towards mankind, for they also had human genes and that this strong sense of justice and respect for human life made them even stronger warriors. Suddenly, her thoughts were broken off by a loud tremor and she fell off her chair, her son grabbing her arm.

"Mom, are you okay?" asked Trunks.

"Yeah, I'm just fine, sweetie. Gohan, what was that?" she asked the black haired Saiyan. Gohan frowned and looked at her silently. "I have no idea, but we better check it out before it turns sour around here." He said, leaving the house, followed by Trunks and a shocked Bulma. "Something's definitely wrong." Said Gohan, pointing at the woods behind Bulma's house. There had seemed to be smoke meters away from them, deep inside the small woods. Gohan stepped forward, indicating he was going in the forest to inspect the situation.

"Are you going out of your mind, Gohan, for Lord's sake! Look at this scene and tell me you're joking! What will Trunks and I do if you get attacked or worst, killed? And foremost, what do we do with Chi-Chi if you die?!" screamed Bulma, which made Gohan laugh a little. Thinking of his mother was always what helped him endure his father's death. "Don't worry about me, Bulma. And please don't call my mom about this." He said while running into the woods, tailed by the young Trunks. Bulma angrily nodded her head and turned back, entered the house and closed the door behind her while checking outside just to make sure her son was safe.

Gohan and Trunks ran into the woods, but could see the point of impact of the thing that had crashed into the woods. Gohan was certain that it was neither a bomb nor a forest fire. He expected this to be just like when Vegeta landed on Earth, all those years ago, when he was only about six years old. The space pod Vegeta had used made the same noise as this thing that landed in Bulma's lands and it seemed to display the same white smoke too. Gohan was now worried: what if it was a new enemy he had to face alone with Trunks, who barely knew how to focus his energy? Not only did he have the androids to worry about, but now this? His father would have known what to do. If only he hadn't died of this stupid heart virus, he would've been with him right now, at his side, fighting for the future of Earth. He sighed and looked at Trunks, who had also lost his father, the prince Vegeta, at a very young age. Somehow, they were the same.

When they reached the clearing, there was a huge crater and a small, space pod right in the middle of it, just like when Raditz and Vegeta landed on Earth. This seemed to intrigue the young Saiyan, but it seemed like no one was coming out of the space ship. Gohan frowned. He did not like this at all. After all, everything that had come out of these space pods had somewhat wanted to kill him, and that wasn't reassuring at all. Trunks was about to take a step towards the space pod, but Gohan put a hand right in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.

"Wait, Trunks. This is dangerous. You have no idea what lies inside of this pit." He said, taking a step forward himself. He slowly walked down the crater and the wind blew in his face while the cockpit door opened. Gohan stopped moving and took a fighting stance. He knew this wasn't going to be a walk in the park: this was a Saiyan space ship, after all. When the cockpit hatch finally opened fully, Gohan could barely see what was inside. He carefully approached the pod and his eyes grew wide open with shock. He had been prepared for a Nappa kind of guy coming out of this ball like ship, but instead he had found an unconscious young woman, her eyes closed shut and her black hair blowing in the strong wind. He lowered his defences and turned around to Trunks, who had been waiting at the top of the crater. "Come down, Trunks!" Trunks executed himself and flew down the crater in a hastily motion. When his feet touched the ground, he ran to Gohan and frowned. "What's the meaning of this?" he asked.

"Trunks, take a deep breath." Ordered Gohan. The young Saiyan frowned.

"Why would you want me to-"

"I said take a deep breath." Trunks filled his lungs with air and gasped, letting all the air out at once. He frowned and looked back at Gohan. "Trunks, what does she smell like to you? Don't tell me I'm crazy, I know this sounds really weird and stupid, but I need to know for sure." Said Gohan. Trunks sighed and smiled.

"Gohan, she smells of honey." Gohan knew it. That girl was a Saiyan and there was no doubt about it. His father, while he grew up on Earth, never really understood what were a woman like and what she smelled of, let alone a Saiyan. Gohan had learnt of his Saiyan heritage through Vegeta and this one, although not very friendly towards him, had once told him that female Saiyans smelled like honey, or something along that. The scent was strong enough to pierce through the thick smoke from the impact, meaning this girl was still alive. Gohan was in a very sticky situation: he had found a Saiyan and he wasn't sure if she was really unconscious or waiting for him to approach to slit his throat. He took the chance and walked closer to the pound to discover that this young woman had been truly knocked out from the descent. He pushed opened the pod hatch and grabbed the girl slowly, sliding her body on his wide shoulders. Trunks shook his head.

"Gohan, what are you doing? Don't tell me we are bringing her back to my mother's place! You know how she is! She'll ask questions, investigate on this alien and experiment on her like she's a lab rat!" screamed Trunks to his mentor. Gohan smirked.

"It's funny how you perceive this girl as an alien, for you share the same Saiyan heritage." He said, making Trunks suddenly very uncomfortable. He looked at the delicate young woman resting on Gohan's shoulder. Her face was pale, but her skin seemed to match the colour of the rest of her body. She was wearing torn up clothes and her long black hair was braided very femininely. Her arms and legs seemed strong, as if she had been training for a very long time. Her hands were solid but so frail at the same time. She had long, dark lashes and her mouth was pink. If he could qualify this being, it would be dangerously attractive. He decided to ignore his mentor's comment and followed him back home in silence. When Gohan reached Bulma's door, he knocked and entered the house like nothing had happened. Bulma was waiting near the kitchen with a pan in her hand.

"So, what was that all about? What did you find – AHHHHHHH!" she screamed at the top of her lungs when she saw the half dead Saiyan girl on Gohan's shoulders.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GOHAN?! What is she and what is she doing in my house?!" Gohan sighed and lied the girl down on the futon, making sure her head was comfortably rested and that her body was straight. Bulma was about to hit the alien creature that was lying on her sofa, but instead she decided to ram it on Gohan's head, this one screaming in pain. "Serves you right to bring strangers into my house, Gohan! You're lucky you're Goku's son, 'cause if you weren't, I would have taken out my gun!" she screamed, grabbing her son's arm, pulling him closer to her. Trunks pulled back a little and walked towards Gohan. "Gohan, I think we should tell her."

"Tell me what, young man? Go on, you seem to want to say something to me." Gohan sighed and sat down next to the body of this young woman, who seemed like she was sleeping, after all. "Bulma, this is no ordinary girl. She's a Saiyan, just like us." He said. Bulma wore a puzzled look on her face.

"How do you know she's a Saiyan for sure? I mean, aren't you guys the only ones left in this world?" she asked, suddenly baring a sad expression on her face. Gohan and Trunks knew that both of their father had been the last Saiyans I existence and that they were the last ones who could pass on the genes, for Goku and Vegeta were dead now. "She smells of honey, Bulma. That's what female Saiyans smell to us, males. That's how I knew she's a Saiyan for sure. And look at her: strong body, pitch black hair, powerful energy… she's certainly not human." Said Gohan, also wondering what to do in this kind of situation.

"Do you think she's evil, Gohan?" asked Trunks, now wondering himself.

"I don't know, Trunks. Judging by what I saw of the other Saiyans, I can't be sure. Look at Nappa, Raditz and Vegeta, even. They were all Saiyans from outer space and they were all evil at some point when we fought them, my dad and I. I can't say for sure what she'll do when she wakes up, but one thing is for certain: we must be prepared for anything." He said, closing his eyes. He could feel this young woman's heartbeat beating really fast, her fast pulse making her sweat. She was now wincing a little and her body moving: it looked like she was in pain, in her dreams. He could feel her energy and for what he knew, it was powerful, like all Saiyans. She was a possible threat, but for now, she was sleeping and didn't pose an immediate problem.

"Bulma, can she stay here for a while?" asked Gohan to the older woman. Bulma frowned and looked at her son. Trunks nodded silently and she threw her hands in the air, giving up. "She can stay here as long as she doesn't try to kill me to taste my blood." She said, returning to the kitchen, finishing cleaning the dishes. All night, Gohan and Trunks, though with heavy lids, kept and eye on the stranger sleeping on Bulma's couch. Bulma had to wash off the young woman's body at one point during the night. Gohan had brought the young woman in the bathroom where Bulma prepared a bath for her. Gohan walked back to the living room and lied down on the ground and closed his eyes. Minutes later, Bulma, in tears, escaped the bathroom and sobbed like a child, alarming Gohan. He ran up the stairs and sighed. "What's wrong, Bulma?" he asked, worried.

"Oh my god, Gohan… Her body is covered with scars and open wounds! This poor girl was assaulted! She's a survivor, Gohan; no human girl would have survived such terrible wounds… I'll have to stich everything up later. For now, I'll go clean the blood on the floor and take her out of there. Meet me in the operation room later." She said to Gohan. Bulma, although not a practicing doctor, was a mechanical genius and a biologist by all standard and also knew how to operate, literally. Being the wife of the late Vegeta, she knew how to fix wounds and broken bones. She would apply her techniques on a Saiyan girl she barely knew, which was new to her.

As soon as the unconscious young woman was dressed up in Capsule Corp clothes, Gohan brought the girl behind the house, where Bulma's office stood, closely followed by Trunks. Bulma had stayed up all night to fix the young lady's old wounds. She wondered where she got them, honestly. Who would attack such a pretty, strong and obviously threatening young Saiyan girl? She shook her head and continued to stich the young woman's arms. She had bruises all over her body; Bulma could see the powerful and violent handprints on her skin, like violet tattoos. As soon as she was done, Bulma called Gohan and they brought her to Trunks room, which was given more than willingly by the shy Trunks and was laid down again to sleep. She was now wincing and her face was torn up with pain.

"Trunks, is there anything that helps a Saiyan with the pain?" she asked, sitting down on the chair next to her.

"No, mom, only time and energy heals wounds. But I think her psychological wounds are far more painful than the ones she has on her skin." He said, also sitting down, next to his mother. Gohan had gone to sleep and Bulma was also feeling the restraints of tiredness. She smiled to her son. "Sometimes, I think you're older than fourteen, Trunks. Where did you get that wisdom?" she asked. Trunks responded with a smirk.

"Mom, don't you think she looks pretty?" he asked his mother, which seemed to have taken back Bulma. She did not expect this at all. "Yes, of course, son… of course. But I would worry about her skills more than her looks, Trunks. She might be the most evil thing since Frieza…"

"You know what, mom? I cannot feel that darkness inside of her, right now." He said. Bulma sighed as her son's wisdom surprised her again. She bid him a good night, or what was left, and went to her room to get some well deserved sleep. Trunks stayed there, by the stranger's side, until sunlight. He rose to inspect the Saiyan more closely, since he didn't the chance to do so earlier. He focused his attention on her face, which he found the ivory skin to be very milky and soft. Her nose was slightly pointed and her lips, which were in a pout, were soft pink. Her chin was slightly round and her hair was soft and so dark that when he looked at it, he got lost in it. His purple bangs were now hanging down his face: he was so close to her that his shirt was pulling towards her. His hands were resting on the bedside and his eyes were now focused on hers. He wondered what colour they were. He was about to lean in closer when he felt a very subtle, but powerful energy startled him.

She opened her eyes and met his blue ones suddenly. Trunks had his answer: her eyes were black, deep and surely beautiful, just like her envisioned.