AN: This story isn't complete yet, I'm just sharing the story on here so others can read it too. It'll take a long time, maybe but wish me luck! I also have other fanfics I'm wanting to share, so please be patient. I have countless others I need to put up here after this so, look forward to more xD

I do not own the original characters from the anime, except my OCs! All rights go to their original creator! 

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(Old note) A/N: This story takes place after the battle royal. This is going to be my own plot, so I hope you all like it! It's been a while since I've written any stories, and I'm sorry my dear followers ): I can't figure out how to get rid of the line on here, it was supposed to be under my author's note... Well, I hope I can figure it out soon. XD

I've lost my quotev account, so a lot's been going on.

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On earth where all citizens lived their daily lives and enjoyed the crisp air that flowed through the city, rain heavily poured from the night sky. Not a star in sight, hover vehicles drove down the roads, and very few people walked down sidewalks. The city was practically asleep and was mostly indoors, aside from those who worked after hours. The wet streets reflected the city lights from around them, casting a colorful image that would awestruck anyone. The sound of gentle raindrops tapping against the surroundings echoed through the air, it felt relaxing to those who enjoyed it; it was almost dazing.

Though among the darkness of the night, on a sidewalk, a beautiful crystal-shaped portal opened near the edge. Not many people roamed the sidewalk but those who did...hadn't noticed the odd occurrence. It was as though they couldn't even see the phenomenon, yet, the portal glowed a beautiful bright blue; not even its illuminating glow would brighten the area.

Just when some people were about to pass by the portal, a hooded, cloaked figure rushed out from it and held the cloak closed as tight as they could. Their face was hidden but only their parted lips were visible, it was hard to figure out who this person was. The end of their cloak flailed harshly behind them, as they raced down the sidewalk and brushed past people who nearly toppled over from the person's recklessness. The portal that was left there had closed and disappeared, still unnoticed by the citizens.

Some people looked around in confusion, no one knew why that sudden force pushed them down. They acted like they never saw what pushed them, their eyes examined the entire vertical sidewalk but yet there was no sign anywhere of who ran into them. "What was that?" A man who had fallen on his butt spoke and took a slow stand to his feet.

Soon it showed that cloaked figure; they were still sprinting down the sidewalk and avoiding every person that was in their way. Heavy breaths escaped their lips, it was clear they were reaching their limit. The person gave off a very mysterious vibe and when the streetlights hit their face just right, most of their features were visible; it was a male, a foreign male. His skin was a faint green color, some tiny spikes around his jawline, and on his forehead was a shape of a crystal similar to that portal he opened. It looked like something had fallen out of his skin, because, that diamond pattern was outlined like the creases in a person's palm.

Quickly he turned, heading down a dark alley and protectively keeping his cloak closed. Further and further he went, running around a dumpster and making water splash behind him from his sprint. When he came to a dead-end after sharply turning another corner, he saw how two buildings hid the area pretty well and there was even a wooden fence preventing anyone from seeing the other side. So when he smiled, his breathing was still harsh but it calmed down a bit.

 The cloak he held closed was soon opened in the front, he lifted both of his hands that were cupped together and had a bright light hit his face. "My child..." he mumbled with a heartbroken voice and sat down on his knees. "Please... Be safe," His yellow eyes wavered with pain, reluctance, and love. Anyone could tell that he was kind of old, lines below his eyes explained it.

 Although as exhausted and in pain, as he looked, the strange blotches of color on his skin were enough to tell you that he was ill. A single tear strayed from his eyes and the breaths from his nose skipped every so often. "Don't die on us. This... Is the only place left I can think of... That you can grow up happily. I can't let you be with us, it's too dangerous, it's too..." he halted in his speech when his throat tightened from all the sorrow and tears that fell. His hands shook and his head lowered closer toward the light in his palms.

In his hands sat a hovering crystal that glowed a white color. In the center of the crystal was a soft gleam of yellow, it was breathtaking to see. It felt warm in his hands and it made his heart race with emotion. "My child-- Don't come looking for us...! Daddy loves you so much...!" His shoulders shook as he shut his eyes, crying real hard from having to let go of his only child. Very slowly after staring at his child one last time, a painful but sweet and loving smile graced his lips.

He lowered his hands and as gently as he could, the said crystal made contact with the ground and it instantly hovered an inch above it. It spun rapidly when it touched the surface, but it gradually slowed down within a couple of seconds. A light aura radiated off of it and soon enough, thin streams that appeared very faint had started soaking up into the crystal. It was as if the crystal itself was absorbing something from the surroundings.

Tears hit the ground more now as the strange man stood up. He literally shook from sorrow, the pain in his heart from having to part from his only child was unbearable... As he backed away with a longing gaze, his hand covered his mouth to prevent himself from crying too hard; quickly, he dashed for it. Running out of the alleyway and leaving the helpless crystal to survive on its own. From then on, that specific man wasn't seen again.

He never returned to check on the crystal and why he would leave his own child to fend for themselves in such a delicate stage, would be beyond anyone. Though when five years had passed, it was during that same time, when the crystal was planted on the ground.

The crystal was in a much larger form now, still softly spinning in that same spot and emitted a colorful glow that would stun anyone. Something was inside of it though, a curled-up figure of a child with medium-length hair. They were turning with the crystal's spin and not once moved a muscle. It was still absorbing the odd substance from the surroundings but it didn't take long now, for it to stop. Everything stopped--  The absorption, the spins, the colorful shine it gave off; only one thing happened after it sat there for a good moment. The yellow, warm glow in the center, the figure that remained still had finally moved their head up just barely. Suddenly, the very crystal dispersed and sent its fragments crashing to the ground. When it did, the child, who appeared to be a five-year-old female human and landed on her butt; never removing her arms from her knees or her knees from her chest.

The tiny child, whose eyes were hidden, parted her lips and shivered. When she did, quivering breaths from being cold escaped her mouth and she instantly hugged herself around the torso. Her naked small frame shook and her hair that seemed to be between the colors of pink and violet cascaded over her shoulders. Due to the night sky and the shining moon above, her skin looked pale. When she rose her head and looked around, all she saw was the dark alley her father had planted her in. Dark blue emotionless eyes with life lights glistening, she had no idea where she was. The moon's radiant shine exposed the same pattern on her face that her father had, that very same crystal shape. Only this time, hers appeared to be made into her skin. It was light blue and laid upon her cheekbone just below her right eye.

Her body continued to shake from the cold temperature, yet she shakily stood up and viewed everything around her. Murmurs of vehicles resonated not that far from where she stood so upon hearing that, her wobbly legs carried her down the alley. Turning corners and hearing the sounds grow closer, the child stopped at an opening where a sidewalk stretched out past the alleyway's entrance. No words spoken, she didn't know what to say or feel at this point.

When she stepped out onto the sidewalk, she halted in time before running into someone. People were roaming the sidewalks now and hover vehicles, one after another drove down the street. Bare, no clothing, yet no one noticed her standing there out in the open. Her dark blue emotionless eyes rose up a bit more and saw all the lights on the street; eventually, she began to look around. She wandered down the sidewalk in the opposite direction from the others and never saw anyone even take a glance at her tiny frame.

Her lips parted slightly when she began to get so zoned in on all the pretty colors and people she passed by. Her feet patting against the concrete of the sidewalk, people talking on their phones, and sounds of stomping shoes were strange noises to her. When she saw a couple walking down the opposite sidewalk, she noticed a child much like herself being held in the arms of their father.

The child in the man's arms was loud enough for her to hear, especially when they said, papa. She stared with a slight shock, her eyes widening the more recognition hit her upon hearing that word. As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, a hesitation was in her voice and only her lips were in view. "P- Papa...?" she mumbled weakly.

Her eyes followed the couple with interest, but something inside urged her to move. An odd feeling she couldn't describe but if she knew was it was, it would be, yearn. She looked down at her wet hands then back up at the small family across from her, no one was holding her hands. Her fingers twitched, even though her eyes were a bit surprised they still looked rather dull in emotion; from that very urge, she felt her feet move on their own. Racing across the street, astonishingly avoiding the incoming cars by sheer luck, and reaching the other side in no time. The moment she had, she reached her hand out and grasped the man's sleeve.

"Huh?" The man questioned, causing his wife next to him to halt in place when he did. The child in his arms was a little girl, she looked over her daddy's arm and blinked with a weird expression. "Honey, look! Something snagged my sleeve!" he rose his voice in a slight panic. The man's eyes widened and when he went to yank it away, the dark blue-eyed child's grasp tightened. "Sweetie, hold on, daddy's going to be a bit rough!" The girl holding on to his sleeve kept searching for answers, her blue eyes examined the man's, and her brows knitted. That man tugged and tugged, albeit rougher upon each try.

"Pa...pa...?" The girl spoke up, her voice in a whispering tone yet loud enough to hear. Her words didn't gain his attention, it was as if he couldn't even hear her. The poor girl continued to tug back, hoping for some sort of change, some sign that said he had noticed her or at least acknowledged she was there. "Papa?" she continued to ask, this time in a more determined voice.

With a deep grunt, the man finally managed to yank his sleeve out of her grasp, which caused him to tumble backward a little. The child in his arms squealed slightly and clenched her tiny fists, she didn't know what was going on. "Dear, what was it?!" his wife questioned with shock.

"I don't know, but let's go. Whatever it was, it sure did have a determined grip on me..." The man sighed in relief and walked away fast, followed by his wife who trotted next to him. The blue-eyed girl watched in confusion, blinking a couple of times as the small family gained more distance from her.

Slowly she looked down, her eyes glued to the empty space above the sidewalk. Her expression changed from surprised to nearly emotionless, only one emotion lingered in her eyes that was noticeable; sorrow.

The view of her slowly zoomed out to show all of the other wandering citizens and murmurs in the background, in addition to a new rumbling sound she never heard before. Thunder rolled across the night sky, as gray clouds blocked the moon and all of the stars. The thunder rumbling made everyone pick up their pace on the sidewalk and hurried past the poor five-year-old girl who stood naked.

 "Why...does everyone have a name? What's my name...? Can I...have a name too...?" she mumbled as she kept that image of that couple in her head. A child, a daddy, and a mommy. She remained in place with her back still facing the street, whilst thunder roared in her ears. "Daddy....papa...? Do I...have one of those?" her voice was in a whisper, she was speaking to herself since she pretty much guessed no one could hear or see her.

That man was staring right at her, he was within earshot, so why wasn't he able to see or hear her? That was a question that floated in her head. Papa... she mumbled to keep that word in mind, as her face in side-view reflected a glint of sorrow again. Sadness swirled in her eyes and yet, she didn't know why she was feeling that way; she didn't understand... To her, nothing seemed to make sense right now.

A Namekian, who was up high on the lookout appeared sitting cross-legged with his arms folded. A frown evident, he was grumbling faintly to himself and his fingers clenched tighter on his biceps; something seemed to be bothering him. His closed eyes were twitching, but they shot open when a familiar voice occurred.

"What's wrong, Piccolo?" A smaller green Namekian in white and maroon robes walked up behind Piccolo and stood next to him. Concern was obvious on his features, seeing Piccolo's face scrunch up like that was a bit worrisome.

"Something's-- different..."Piccolo replied in a stern voice, making the younger one next to him blink from confusion.

"What do you mean? Is there a new threat?" The boy questioned, only to notice how the tall one kept staring into the distance.

"No... I wouldn't call this a threat. I don't know what this feeling is, but there's definitely something different in the air," he answered. Just when he was about to open his mouth again, a certain Saiyan with an orange Gi appeared a small length away from them.

"Hey, Piccolo! Did Goten come here? Chichi's gonna kill me if she finds out he's not at home." Goku chuckled lightly and looked around, hoping to find his second son running around somewhere.

"No, he hasn't," That was the only answer he recieved from the tall green bean. Goku only frowned for a moment before giving off a friendly smile.

"Alright, thanks! See ya!" The Saiyan gave a quick salute as a farewell gesture and put his two fingers against his forehead, disappearing. With him, coming and going like that out of the blue, was quite random and it made Piccolo sigh with a close of his eyes.

"Someone needs to put a bell on him..." mumbled the green bean and went back to his meditation. He hoped he could find out where that feeling was coming from. Little does he know, though... That it would take him a long time. What was that...? he mentally asked and knitted his brows once more, from concentration. 

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter!~ Don't forget to leave a comment, I'm always happy to hear from my readers! \o/