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1 is the lonliest number	By : BabyBabylon1 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2577 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-1 is the lonliest number
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(9/8/18) (I've edited this twice and none of the changes were updated, so please sift through the cringe. Ch 3+ wont be as bad.Promise!!)

"Come on in honey, you don't want your food getting cold!"

Using the back of my hand I wiped the sweat away from my forehead and sighed at my mother's request.

"Just 10 more minutes mom!," I yelled down at her from uphill.

"Honey, you've been saying that for the past 4 hours! Now get in here, AND EAT YOUR GOD DAMN DINNER!" She emitted with a growl. When that woman growls, you know she means business.

It was no use in arguing with her. The sun was already setting, and I had been training non-stop for two days straight refusing myself food. And to be honest, I felt great!

Being half saiyan had it's perks!

Oh I'm sorry. Hi, my name is Maiya~ Maiya Tomihara. I'm seventeen years young, I live in Foukoka, Japan, and I'm half saiyan. But not the typical half saiyan that most people are accustomed to. I'm a special case, but it'll be explained later.

My mom went back into the house and I decided to jog my way back down the hill. Walking and jogging alone takes 5 minutes from here to there. I could've made it back in less than 12 seconds flat, but I wanted to get a bit more exercise in before I had to eat.

Opening the door, the smell of food hit me so hard that I nearly fell. When I got to the table I sat across from platters full of fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, smothered pork chops, cheesy rice with broccoli, and peach cobbler!

I obviously know who cooked this, my dad. Can you not tell that he's from the south? Oh, that's another thing. I'm nit originally from Japan, but I was born and lived in Florida until I was 5 years old. My father is of African American descent and my mother is presumably Japanese from her features, but she's not.

We moved here because at the time my mother said there were other saiyans and children like me, and I was really excited! But the time we got here, a big battle destroyed many of the Japanese people and the saiyans were gone.

"Baby, go on ahead and eat. You know your mother can't cook!".It was true, that woman couldn't cook to save her life and we burst out laughing!

"Do You wanna repeat that again man?" My mom appeared out of nowhere and sat down side eyeing him.

"Daddy, don't You wanna get your food first?"

"No, I'll Just wait until You women get done and I'll pick at the rest."

"Man," my mother started while pushing her plate to the side, "you know once we start there'll be nothing left for you to eat."

"Yeah daddy, just get your food now because I'm not sharing that peach cobbler."

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE!," they yelled in unison. They've been doing that since I was a little girl, and I always wanted someone to do it with. To find someone who complemented me as well as they did, but be so complex at the same time.

The second my dad added his food onto the plate in front of him, me and my mom cleared the table soon after, and I didn't share that peach cobbler.

"You saiyan women never take the time to savor food," he chuckled crunching into the chicken.

I looked over to my mom wiping her mouth with a napkin and suddenly remembered something I had forgotten earlier that day. "Hey mom, will you teach me how to fly now? Maybe we can go into town and-," "No!"

She cut me off, again. This is the third time week she's dismissed me on the subject and I'm tired of holdong back. "But momma, You promised!"

"I am NOT taking you into town. Remember what happened last time?" Her arms were folding over her chest and her eyebrows were raising.

"I sure do," daddy cut in. "You broke a man's ribs, and nearly crippled him and his son because he called You a freak."

"And I will not have that happen again!"

"Momma, why are You so over protective? That was over 9 years ago and i can handle myself." I hated when I had to whine to get what I wanted, but hell, it worked

"Maiya. You are my child and You will NOT question my word! It is already bad that we live on this intolerable planet, and to add to that YOU ARE DIFFERENT IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE! You are two types of a half breed. Your half black and half Japanese, and your half human half saiyan, if half at that. You are more saiyan than human and have received nearly seventy five percent of my traits! Good and bad. What are You going to do if someone sees your tail and tried to touch it? What if your ears pop out unexpectedly while you're in public? What if You...."

I guess she was right. Soon I just tuned her out because I've heard this same lecture time after time again, and to be honest, it bring me down. Depressed me.

Hanging my head low, she must've saw this and quickly ended her lecture. I felt low compared to my mother. I didn't have the thick skin she had. In America, when she would take me out with her, she'd often ignore the dirty looks and whispers we'd get because we barely looked alike. She was nearly as tall as my dad, a 5'11 tall woman, pale skin, long black hair who looked as if she wore a scowl 24/7. But she was a caring woman.

When I was little she let me play in her old space pod which was still fully functional, and I remember I used to draw on it anytime I could. How she managed to get it all the way to Japan is still a mystery to me. Recently, she had given me her handmade training uniform and helmet that my grandmother had made. I never met her on account that my mother and I were the only females of saiyan descent left in the universe.

So I wanted to make her proud.

"Maiya, if I agree to teach you, you better do exactly as I say. AND NO BACK TALK. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR? "

Aha. Old ladies giving up I see.

"Yes ma'am!"

"We leave tomorrow. 7am sharp." She sighed crossing her legs in the chair. My dad had left to go wash his dish in the kitchen, he never liked to hear us bickering back and forth, and never once stepped in between us.

"I love mo- wait. Can You feel that?," I asked getting up from my seat and walking around the table yo look out the window.

"I've felt something in stirring in the pit of my stomach all day to be exactly. I Just don't know what."

"Hey mom, look! There are like huge streaks in the sky and they look like they're falling! Are those comets?"

Never have I seen my mom look so afraid yet furious in my life. She grabbed me by the hand and rushed us to the kitchen only to see the door nearly blown off of it's hinges with smoke and a burnt scent lingering in the air. My dad's glasses testing on the floor with No sign of him at all.

"Oh No."

"Momma what's wrong?"

We were up the stairs in a flash and she was pushing me into her secret room that held many of her gadgets and the pod.

"Momma tell me what's going on! Tell me!"

**SMACK**

She slapped me.

"Now you listen to me, and you listen good, okay?" The way her grip was tightening on my shoulders let me know that this was serious. And I was all ears.

"I want you to put on that uniform and get into that space pod and press the big purple button at the top. No matter what you hear," her tail unraveled itself and began swaying behind her cautiously, "No matter what you see, get out of here. I love you Baby." Her lips softly but firmly planted a small kiss on my forehead before she disappeared before my eyes.

Something, No No No, someone was making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I heard a creak from the hall and when I looked over I saw a man donning armor like the one I saw in my Moms room once. He looked menacing. His short black hair was spiky, his muscles were what a body builder would sell his soul for, and he had a whole 2 feet on me! I didn't take my mother's height because I was a mere 5'2, if that.

He took a step towards me, and I took a step back. He took one towards me, and I took one back. This continued until he charged at me, big boots colliding with the wooden floor. I closed my eyes and tried sinking into the walls until I heard something huge hit the floor.

"Maiya."

"Mommy?" I could feel myself shaking. I never had a reason to be afraid of anything in my life, but for some reason. That man. I could feel the fear emanating from my body.

"Baby, don't be scared. They can smell it."

"They can smell it? What do you mean...," opening my eyes I saw my mother like I had never seen before.

Her tail was 3 times bigger safely tucked around her waist, her fangs were visibly on display even though her mouth was closed, her eyes were huge and consumed by a red color, and she was covered in blood.

"Mommy?"

"Why aren't you dressed yet? You need to get in the pod now!"

"But ma-,"

"GO! LEAVE NOW!"

She was gone again, and if another man like that was coming then I needed to hurry! Quickly stripping from my clothes, I strapped up in the spandex uniform and grabbed the helmet.

. In a hurry, I walked over to the pod and activated it like I had in the past. I was ready to jump in, bit I couldn't do it. I needed my mom with me!

I could hear something going on outside so I ran to the windows to see my mom practically mowing down man after man who resembled the one from earlier. The helmet in my hands, I beat on the window with it and right as she finished what seems like the last one off she, she looked at me, and smiled. It was a rare occasion that I could get to see my mom smile. My lips curled at the ends and I formed a smile of my own until a green beam of light shot out of nowhere going straight through my mom's chest, and she fell.

"mommy.... mommy.... mommy.... MOMMY!" I broke the glass with the helmet, quickly packing my hair inside. Jumping onto the ground, the bald giant landed looking at me with a smug grin on his face. I wanted to wipe it off of his face so bad. So that's what I did.

I was small, but I was quick. Too quick for him obviously. He tried shooting me with the same beam that he used to take down my mom but I wasn't having it.

I had never killed a man before due to my mom's horrible and graphic stories. But she did say 'Once you kill one, it becomes easier', and as man after man appeared, it proved her words to be true.

Saiyans were a violent race of aliens, but I had been like my father. A kind laid back and gentle person. But if he could see me now, he'd be so ashamed. But my mother would be proud

I was in a blind rage, a blood lust if you will. I wanted revenge. Somehow I know one of these men had killed my dad, and now my mom. I refused to be next! Someone has to pay for this!

Soon after, there were nothing but huge desolate bodies laying around me. In the distance there were the same white pods on the ground and I take it these were, "Saiyans?" I was panting inside of the helmet. The only time I had really fought was when I trained against my mom, and she beat my ass! But now, I see why.

Something was off tho. The window was changing and I could sense someone closing in on me. Running in the direction of it, I didn't have to look far because it was right in my front of me.

He, was right in front of me.

"So your the one who took down my cadets?

His tone was almost as threatening as his appearance. He was bigger than the others. Long black hair, jacked muscles, one of those eyes thing's, and he didn't look amused at all.

"Lets make this quick, shall we?"

I wasn't scared of him, I wasn't scared of anything anymore. Charging at him, I was screaming to boost my head leaving into a more brutal attack but it was the worst choice I could've made in my life.

I was right in front of him, 2 feet in front of him! He didnt even move but I was falling unconscious before him.

The last thing I remember is his laughing, and the face of my parents both smiling. Their voices told me they loved me.

'I love you too~ mommy, daddy, I love you too. Please forgive me. Please...'

"Please..."

And then the darkness consumed me.
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