::Chapter 1:: 

Reenie woke up shortly after nine in a large bed with fluffy pillows propping up her head. She felt as if she were in a dream, a dream with angels and pretty flowers. Then, she blinked and looked around the room. Bare as it was, it was very colorful. Peach walls, a blue chest, blue door, and white rug. Beautiful. She’d never seen anything like it. And the bed. The bed was marvelous. It was very large, the kind of bed you sunk into when sitting upon it, and very soft. It felt like angel’s feathers and honey kisses altogether. Reenie smiled at this observation. She sat up, without the help of those magical feathery pillows, pulled her feet to the side of the bed and stepped onto the soft rug. She felt dizzy at first, and had to hold onto the side of the bed so she wouldn’t fall. Her right shoulder was throbbing too. She noticed distantly that she was wearing some sort of nightshirt, not the magnificent gown she had been wearing to bed on the moon.

"I wonder how I got here." She said aloud to the room. The last thing she remembered was crying out and then everything went black. Stepping up meekly to the door of the room, she twisted the knob and stepped out into a hall, cold with tile-floors. She didn’t notice someone had pulled her hair into two braids at either side of her head, either. "Hai," she said, "something’s very wrong here."

Walking down the hall, she heard voices. She eavesdropped, one of the things she remembered she did very well.

"I don’t know anything about this girl," a woman with a kind voice was saying, "but she can’t be human. You were right about that, Vegeta."

"Of course I was." A cold and sterile voice spat out. "Well excuuuse me for pointing that out. Didn’t know I’d burst your ego by agreeing with you." The lady threw back.

"Well, woman, if you had just agreed with me sooner we could have known already that girl wasn’t human. Couldn’t you tell by the way she fell? No stupid human girl could survive a fall like that."

"So now human girls are stupid, is that it?"

"Human girls have always been stupid. Especially the ones with green hair."

"Are you trying to say something?"

"No, I’m just trying to say something." He said sarcastically. Reenie tried hard not to giggle. "What about saiy-jins? At least human girls don’t turn into monkeys by staring at the moon."

"You call that stupid, I call that power. Besides, green bean over there destroyed the moon so we can’t change into your "monkeys" anyway." Reenie froze. Everything within her stopped. Her mind, her eyesight, her breathing…and her heart.

She fell to the floor with a loud thud and did not move for the remainder of the night.

Vegeta was the first to reach the girl. She had fainted yet again and was sprawled on the floor, her pretty hair covering that naturally beautiful face. He sighed. "This girl is so strange," he said, "to cause such strong emotions in her body to make herself faint. She is not human, look how her crescent glows. She is Lunarian." Piccolo, still fazed and angry from Vegeta’s comment about him being a "green bean" just stared at the girl. She was young, yes, and would probably need to get back home. But then again, if she was Lunarian…He had destroyed her friends and family? Surely he couldn’t have done something so wrong…she had only arrived hours before…Piccolo glanced one last time at the girl before leaving Bulma’s house.

~~Next Morning~~

A sleepy Reenie woke up, yawned and stretched, pulling tendrils of shiny pink hair out of face and mouth. She’d had such a rough sleep…

She remembered her nightmare vividly.

She was standing on the moon kingdom with Mother and Father and the guardians, and the senshi, when suddenly a huge electrifying hand swooped down to her and plucked her from the moon kingdom. She had screamed and cried and fought when she was safe on Earth hearing the bloodcurdling cries of her parents, friends, and cats when the moon was destroyed.

Reenie hadn’t got much sleep that nigh. She didn’t even remember who half of those people in her dream were. But she remembered Mother and Father…and she missed them like crazy now that she did.

Cautiously, she once again left the bedroom she had been sleeping in. She remembered the cold hallway floors and walked straight into the large room with the television timidly. She giggled at her fear and flopped onto the couch. It was nice and soft and comfy. Turning her head, she could see a kitchen behind her. Reenie’s stomach grumbled and she stood to get food from the kitchen.

Standing so quickly hadn’t been a good idea. She cried out in pain as her side began to warn her. Her cry must have awakened everyone, for in a minute five worried faces, and one sleepy one surrounded her. Vegeta, of course.

Reenie blushed, embarrassed and hungry at the same time. "Uh, sorry." She squeaked, her whole face reddening now. Bulma smiled sweetly and the child, as did Mirai, and Trunks. Her parent s stood looking dazed and confused and Vegeta grumbled something then went back to bed. "Vegeta’s a jerk." Said the woman to Reenie.

Reenie trailed her eyes after him. "I don’t think so. He just looks so tough." She said quietly. Then, her stomach grumbled loudly and impatiently. Bulma sweat-dropped. "Hey guys, now that we’re all up, how about we eat?"

After breakfast another group of people came over and everyone sat in the front yard of Bulma’s house. Reenie was nervous and scared, but she didn’t show it. She sat alone with her knees to her chest under a tree with one of Bulma’s nightshirts on that had been tied in the middle with a belt, and for shoes she just wore socks. Her hair was plaited again, yet she felt she should have it in another style, like the style the Mother in her dream wore her hair. Two balls on either side of her head and hair cascading down from them.

She glanced up and found everyone staring at her. Just staring. Tilting their heads, blinking, but staring. Finally, the woman named Bulma broke the silence. "You are such an adorable child," she said, placing a warm hand on Reenie’s cheek, "but where on Earth did you come from?"

"Not earth," replied Reenie, fixing her gaze on the green one, referring to him as the "grean bean". "The moon. I come from the moon." She almost smiled when a gasp went through the cloud, and then she saw him.

He was right there in front of her, well, standing between a woman with raven-colored hair and a man with weird spiky hair, and a kid with that same weird spiky hair, and he himself had weird spiky hair. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that this boy was very…cute. He looked confused, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes were gentle. Man, was he cute. He was muscular too. Very. He practically bulged. But a white shirt and khaki shorts were definitely his style. "Hey, little one? Are you OK?" His mouth hadn’t moved so he wasn’t talking to her. Oh, and his beautiful black eyes, like a black fire burning with curiosity and…staring right back at her! She quickly averted her own eyes and shook her head to clear it. "Huh?" she asked. Chichi was smiling at her. "I said, ‘Where are your parents’?"

"I—I don’t know. I don’t remember. I don’t know if they’re alive. I—" she stopped and looked down, tears in her eyes.

Chichi and Bulma were hugging her in a minute and she smiled. She felt safe, loved, happy. And she stayed that way, for many years after.

~~Two years later~~

Reenie had grown up with Goten and Trunks and the rest of the guys, so naturally she was becoming a bit of a tomboy. Except, she got prettier everyday. Her hair had started to grow out, and it now came to her elbows. She usually wore it in a bun tied with a pink silky ribbon and left her bangs out. She had moved in with Bulma, Chichi not having enough room and Gohan, now fifteen, feeling uncomfortable with a girl in his home. Goku had been fine with the whole matter, but then again, he felt fine about everything.

She studied regularly, even though homeschool for her was something new.

Bulma had insisted they go shopping with Chichi once a week at least, for Reenie was getting way too comfortable with the outfit she often got dirty when watching Gohan and Mirai Trunks spar in the back of Bulma’s house. Goten and Trunks were amusing too, even though they were younger than she was by a year, but not as good as Mirai Trunks and Gohan. Their strategy was amazing to her, the way they moved at the speed of light. Sure, she knew exactly how light moved and could move just as fast, but they had been doing this for years. Even the sailor senshi would be amazed.

And, after many months of watching the guys fight, Reenie finally got the nerve to ask the question that had been building up in her mind.

"Will you train me?"

Mirai almost choked on the piece of sweet and sour chicken he had been eating, and Gohan just stared at her. He stared at her pretty features; her hair bound into a tight bun, her pleading, innocent and caring eyes. She had changed over a period of two years. So she was eleven. And he fifteen. So what? Fifteen-year-olds could still care for girls younger than them. He loved Reenie as if she were his younger sister, just like he loved Goten as his younger brother. But, no way on earth or the moon could he ever see this tiny baby eleven-year-old train. Especially not with Mirai Trunks, who knew how to kill as well as a skilled assasin, which he was in the art of enemies.

Mirai Trunks had been expecting this though. He had known Reenie for two wonderful years, had known her passion for life, had learned to live with the way she could talk people into doing anything she liked, and had seen this coming. It was obvious she wanted to fight when she first started watching Gohan and him spar, then started taking notes about what they did, then started wearing the "outfit". The "outfit unfit for a girl", as his mother called it, consisted of a black tank-top where the neckline scooped downward into a smile but cut off before showing any cleavage, but the shirt was short enough to show some stomach; large murky brown pants that tied at the waist with pockets at her sides, and black boots that Mirai Trunks had worn when he was younger. Yes, it was true she looked cute in the outfit, but she was asking for a lot. For him to train her…he wasn’t sure. Eleven was a young age to start training…

"Why?" he asked, it was the only thing he could think of to say. Besides, her cute little face got all confused and flabbergasted. "So I can leaner how to fight? I don’t know, why do you guys train?" Trunks looked to Gohan, who tried hard not to grin. "For reasons other than the reasons you want me to train you. You’d get hurt. We wouldn’t want that pretty little face of yours to get all bashed up would we?"

"Yes."

"No we wouldn’t. Why don’t you go shopping with Chichi and my mom? Leave the training to us guys."

"But—"

"And stop trying to be such a tomboy. You’re cute, you need to start acting like a girl more often, kid." He chuckled and messed up her hair. Reenie was angry, but she didn’t show it. She put on a tight, but amazing smile and walked outside without so much as blinking.

Mirai Trunks turned to Gohan as soon as she was gone. "So this girl is from the moon?"

"That’s what I heard mom say." Gohan answered, finishing his bowl of rice. "Her and Bulma were talking it over. You think she’s got any powers?" Mirai Trunks seriously considered this. "If she has got any powers," he said with a frown, "I’m not gonna be the one to harvest them. Reenie is only eleven. She’s a pretty little girl, does she really need to worry about fighting at her age?"

Gohan grinned. "We did." Mirai Trunks had to grin. "But Gohan, we were and are saiy-jins. We are born with an instinct to fight. Reenie is a Lunarian, a gentle soul of the moon. At any rate, fighting and training is not something she needs to learn how to do. I mean, how many years has it been since we’ve had an enemy? What, four, five?"

"But she did have a point. Howcome we train?"

"As I said before, we are born with an instinct to fight. If we didn’t train we’d get weak and when an enemy did come along, bam, we’d all be dead."

"Just like that? Bam? You’re so modest." Gohan said sarcastically.

"No one likes a smart allelic."

"I do. He’s my best friend, too."

Reenie fumed outside, kicking anything that moved and throwing anything that didn’t move. She was behind a large tree in Bulma’s yard, pacing and angrily yelling at the ground. "So what if I’m a girl? And who does he think he is, calling me a tomboy? What the heck is a tomboy? Why can they train, but I can’t!? I don’t need new clothes. I just wanted to be like them. All they care about is themselves. I don’t even remember where I came from. I act like a girl, what was he talking about? It’s not fair. What if my parents were warriors? They can’t stop me from training. I’m hopeless. I’m ugly. Where did that come from? I hate you, you bug!" With that, she sent the bug flying with a swift kick. "You get to do whatever you want! You can walk wherever you want without being told you’re being too "tomboyish"! What a joke! I hate this place. It’s not fair. I’m never speaking to anyone again."

She placidly stepped out from behind the tree and walked briskly with her head down. She ran smack into Vegeta, who, caught off guard, fell to the ground and got trampled over by Reenie. But before she could finish walking over him, he grabbed her slim ankle, stood, and dangled her from her ankle.

"Oh, Vegeta! You put me down right now! I’m in no mood for your bull today!" she was furiously trying to kick him with her other leg and trying to keep her shirt from sliding down to her neck at the same time. "Damare, chibi onna, before I knock you out with my finger." He dropped her and she landed on her side.

"Ow! You are such a jerk veg-geek!" Vegeta grunted, not fazed by a thing. He stared at her placid, burning red eyes and turned to walk away. Reenie watched him, narrowing her eyes, anger rising within her. How dare he? Attack her like this, drop her, and then walk away without even apologizing! Plus, Mirai Trunks and Gohan had blown her off a few minutes ago. Without warning, power sugred through her body, sending a shattering light over the whole land and focusing it all on Reenie, who was now in her warrior fuku.

Vegeta had felt the power, and briskly turned around. The little imp he had just brushed off was now glaring at him, a tiara that centered on her forehead with the rest of her hair long, straight and streaming. It glistened as she angrily walked toward him, much shorter, but just as powerful. Her gloves, white and crisp, pushed him back. "I am sick of this tomboy thing! I am sick of you guys telling me I’m not good enough to fight, because I’m a girl. As long as I’m with you guys, I get treated just like the guys would! I am sick of everything!" Suddenly, she wasn’t in her warrior fuku anymore. She was just Reenie, with tears streaming down her face and her hair stringy and long going down her back.

"I miss my family." She managed to sob out. "I wanna go home. I want Diana." Vegeta, touched by her care and concern and feelings, stroked her head as she cried and whispered to her. Just like a father would. Reenie’s head popped up. "Diana, she’s someone I know!" then, her mind fizzed over. "But how do I know her? Who is she? What’s she look like? Will my memory ever come back?" she asked him.

Vegeta shrugged. "It takes time. But there’s one thing I’m sure of, chibi onna, you are definitely not a tomboy. Your skirt was way too short." Reenie giggled, and then it turned into rolls of laughter. Vegeta smiled. He liked Reenie.

And he was going to train her.

I really don’t know who Reenie should fall in love with. There are so many choices: Chibi Trunks, Goten, Gohan, maybe even Vegeta, haha, you know, a child falling in love with her rolemodel! Hehe, no, I wouldn’t do that.