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Sorry it took so long to post chapter 3. I haven't been well the last few week. I plan on posting at least 1 chapter per week. Thank you for read.

Enjoy! RxR

Miaka lounged back in a recliner with a direct view of the two males. She tried to dust off her light blue shirt and black sweats the best she could before sitting in the chair but there was no saving her clothes from the now permanent dirt and blood stains. She leaned back with her hands folded behind her head, ankles crossed and eyes closed. Gohan had been hounding her with questions for the past 20 minutes but she had refused to acknowledge any of them and kept an emotionless relaxed look on her face. He eventually gave up his questioning frustrated and walked off to stare out the window. This only proved her stubbornness out willed his persistence. Now she focused on tuning out Trunks' emotional speech.

"Is this the way life's supposed to be? So full of pain. Well I'd rather fight and die than watch this all happen," Trunks stated while tears escaped his eyes. He stood up before continuing, first angry, then determined. "No! I can't just sneak around while this is going on. Please, train me. You have to, please. I must fight. Come on Gohan. You're half-Saiyan like me, right? So you must know what I'm feeling. Help me channel some of this anger."

Miaka still tried to ignore them but her brow twitched at the word Saiyan. 'So that's what they are. Good to know.' She thought.

"Gohan," Trunks tried again when he hadn't responded yet.

"You're pitiful Trunks. An emotional wreck. Just like I was, when my mom wouldn't let me train with my father." Gohan said before turning away from the window. He walked up to Trunks and continued. "From now on, I'm your master and you're my pupil. How's that?"

"Great. I won't let you down," Trunks replied happily.

"Yeah, I know," Gohan said to Trunks before turning to Miaka. "And what about you? You could both use a sparring partner if you plan on eventually going up against the androids."

She opened one eye to glance at the pair. Then closed it again before responding. "I'll pass. Besides, I prefer to train alone," She said flatly.

Gohan opened his mouth to say something else but stopped when they heard Bulma's voice from across the living quarters.

"Trunks?" Bulma called out. "I'm home."

"Huh? My mom's home. Oh man. Please don't tell her," Trunks said wiping the tears from his face with his sleeve.

"Right," Gohan agreed with a chuckle.

"Hello. Is anybody in there," Bulma called again as she entered the room. "Ah, it's nice to see you're still alive, son. You plan on living long or should I start shopping for one instead of two?" She continued with a more chastising tone.

"Uh, no, two's fine mom," Trunks replied quickly.

Miaka opened her eyes to see who the woman was and noticed Gohan had moved back to the window.

"And a surprised guest. How are you Gohan?" Bulma ask.

"Fine. Hi," He replied looking at her.

"Trunks goes to fight the androids and you show up. What an interesting coincidence, wouldn't you say? You guys aren't planning anything, are you?" She ask suspiciously as she entered the kitchen. She peaked her head back out and continued before they could respond. "Well I didn't think so. You're not that stupid. Nobodies that stupid. Right!?"

Miaka let out an involuntary chuckle which caught the woman's attention.

"And who is this?" Bulma asked, surprised she hadn't noticed her when she came in.

Miaka just looked at her silently.

"Don't know. She was the only survivor in Pepper City. She won't tell us who she is," Gohan replied.

"Is that so," Bulma more stated than asked, still looking at the girl. "Could she be in shock?" She continued but didn't see any of the typical signs.

"Defiantly not. She climbed out of the rubble of a demolished on her own. Then went super ready to track down the androids and take them on herself," He answered and also looked at the girl.

"Super!" She exclaimed wide-eyed with surprise. She looked at Gohan then back at the girl. "Well what do you know? Another Saiyan on Earth. What are the odds of that?" She continued.

"I don't think she's from Earth. Would have run across her before now," Gohan stated and watched as Bulma walk over to the girl.

"Hey kid. What's your names?" She asked the girl as she sat in a chair near her.

Miaka followed her with her eyes but stayed silent.

Bulma thought for a movement. She went back into the kitchen and returned with a large jar.

"Are you hungry," Bulma asked knowing all too well that if this girl was a Saiyan then the answer was always yes.

Miaka still stayed silent but she eyed the jar with curiosity.

Bulma took the girls sudden look of interest as a good sign.

"I'll make you a deal. If you tell me your name. You can have what is in this jar," Bulma stated taping the lid.

Miaka thought about the woman's offer. She was hungry and really wanted to know what was in that jar. She glanced over at the two males which looked confused. She looked back at the woman, then back at the jar.

"Well if you're not interest," Bulma stated nonchalantly with a shrug as she started to stand with jar in hand.

"Miaka," She blurted out siting up, not wanted her to take the jar away. "My name is Miaka," She stated again calmly this time and watched as Bulma sat back down.

"Miaka is a lovely name," Bulma said as she opened the jar. She reached in and pulled out a chocolate chip peanut butter cookie and handed one to her.

Miaka took it cautiously and smelled it before taking a bit. Her eyes lit up, not only did it smell amazing, it tasted even better. She stuffed the rest of the cookie in her mouth like it would have disappeared if she didn't.

Bulma chucked at her reaction and the boys just stared at her in surprise that that had actually worked.

"How old are you Miaka?" Bulma asked.

"Can a have another one?" Miaka wasted no time asking in response.

"Of course," Bulma replied handing her another cookie.

"12," She answered stuffing the second cookie in her mouth.

Trunks and Gohan's jaws hung open in shocked that Bulma had managed to get Miaka to talk with cookies as her only interrogation tool. They didn't interrupt their conversation, just stood silent and listened.

Miaka admitted she was not from Earth and that she was alone. The planet she came from was destroyed, with her family was still on it. She barely made it out alive herself, although she didn't go into detail on how it happened. Bulma didn't push the issue sensing she didn't really want to talk about it.

Bulma decide to share a little background on them as well. Miaka now knew that Gohan's father was Goku and Tunks' father was Vegeta. Both fathers Saiyans themselves.

"Vegeta? As in Prince Vegeta?" She asked.

"Yes. You've heard of him?" Bulma responded a little surprised. Gohan and Trunks looks at each other then back at her.

"My grandfather talked about him and King Vegeta sometimes, although not always fondly. But yes, if it was part of our Saiyan heritage, then it was discussed," Miaka replied.

"I knew Saiyans were big on their history, but I guess I just wasn't expecting it," Bulma said thinking back to Vegeta and how passionate he was about his own heritage. "Was it your mother or father who was Saiyan?"

"My father. My mother's part Sinx (sin-x), the last of her race. But they were both in their own league of crazy. I took more after my mother. Kita on the other hand… she… took after our father," She shared openly with a tone of distain towards her parents but sadness and care for her sister. She took the last cookie from the now empty jar in her lap and popped it in her mouth as she stare down at the floor.

"Well, I guess I need to make more cookies," Bulma said with a soft smile. She took the empty jar and didn't ask anything else.

There was a sadness in the girl's eyes after mentioning Kita. Bulma knew she was done talking for the day and she wasn't going to push Miaka for any more information.

"I'm going to start dinner shortly, but first, why don't we get you cleaned up and a change of clothes," Bulma said to Miaka.

"Ok," She replied and followed Bulma out the room.

The two males were left behind to talk amongst themselves.

"Sounds like she escaped one mess just to land in another." Gohan commented more to himself.

"I feel bad for her. She's all alone. Mom will probably invite her to stay here," Trunks said.

"At least that will make it easier to keep an eye on her," Gohan replied.

Miaka took a shower while Bulma looked for something that might fit the young girl. Bulma managed to find one of her old pink dresses with her name spelled across the front. After Miaka got dressed, Bulma used a brown belt to better fit the dress to the girl's small figure, then secured her hair into a pair of pigtails.

After a short while they rejoined the boys in the living room. Trunks blushed slightly when he saw Miaka, but quickly turned his attention back to the science magazine in his hands. He thought she looked really cute in a dress. Miaka noticed his reaction but didn't comment on it.

"Hey Bulma, isn't that the same dress you wore when you and my dad adventured together as kids?" Gohan asked recognizing it from some old pictures.

"Yes it is. Seems it's the only thing I have left from back then and close enough to her size," Bulma replied. "I'll take you to get some new clothes tomorrow. Will you help me with dinner?" She spoke to Miaka,

Miaka nodded in agreeance and they headed to the kitchen.

Gohan and Trunks sat at the kitchen table as the food was finally being set out.

"I hope you can stick around for a while this time, Gohan. We hardly get to see you anymore. I miss the good old days. Traveling to Namek together has got to be the all-time greatest adventure," Bulma said reminiscing as she handed Gohan a bowl of rice.

"Chew attack!" Gohan exclaimed as he gobbled down the bowl of rice.

"Chew attack!" Trunks exclaimed excitedly as he copied Gohan.

Miaka rolled her eyes as she took her seat at the table near Trunks. She began chowing down on her own food, only with a little less enthusiasm than the boys.

"More please," Gohan said handing the now empty bowl back to Bulma.

"Yep. Like father like son," Bulma stated with a chuckle.

"Oh yeah? You think so?" He asked.

"Oh defiantly. The way you eat. And the way you're so powerful and gentle at the same time. And the way you look. Especially with that outfit on," She replied getting him a refill.

"I guess I've always dreamed of being as strong as my dad," He said looked down at his gi. "Yeah, it inspires me to wear his old colors."

"Well, I know he'd be awfully proud to see what a strong man you've become," She continued with a smile. "I've heard rumors that you've been fighting the androids all by yourself. Is that true?" She asked.

"Yes," Gohan answered.

"Please be careful," Bulma said with concern. "And guess what? Now Trunks wants to fight too. I wished you talk to him. He might listen to you."

Trunks nearly choked on his food at his mother's words. Miaka looked over at him amused and wondered how long it would take Bulma to figure out that Gohan was going to be training him to do exactly what she feared most.

After dinner, Bulma had the boys do the dishes while she got Miaka settle into a room for the night.

"Miaka, you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like. It'd would be nice to have another girl in the house," Bulma offered.

"Thank you," she replied.

"Of course. Sleep well," Bulma continued as she walked out the room and closed the door.

Note: Sin x is a mathematics equation. I chose to call her mother's race Sinx for their natural problem solving abilities.