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Capítulo 2: Chapter 01

LETTIE

I've never imagined that, in a period of less than 24 hours, I would lose my home, be kidnapped, discover that I had two older brothers and that I am part of an almost extinct alien race, be kidnapped AGAIN, and form an alliance between a green alien and a four-year-old child, so we could save humanity from its total destruction.

Yup. That's what you've read.

It was just not my day. Or it was, because that day changed my life forever.

I was doing great, seriously!, fighting in a clandestine tournament on an afternoon that I no longer remember what day of the week it was.

What? There's nothing wrong with fighting in clandestine tournaments.

Okay. I admit that something might be wrong when it had the word "clandestine" on it. But what could I do? That was my livelihood, the only thing I knew how to do well as long as I remember. Besides, they would let me live in one of the rooms of that place, paying half the rent that a sloppy neighborhood in downtown would charge me.

I was standing in the ring of that dimly lit warehouse, surrounded by a lattice fence that prevented the competitors from falling into the crowd, insane by the heat of the fight.

Ahead of me, a gigantic man looked at me with sadistic and dark eyes. His hairy body was shaped like a ball, wearing black leather belts around his wrists and neck, covered only by a black underwear.

Ew.

"Lettie! Lettie! Lettie!" The crowd in the stands shouted my name, trying to cheer me up after I was punched in the cheek by my opponent. It was clear they had bet on me, and it was no joke getting to the final of that tournament. My body was aching from how much I had already fought today.

Just one more fight and I would be able to pay for the expenses until the next fortnight. Who knows, I might even be able to buy a new waistband for my kimono, which had seen better days. Oh, although it would be better to save some money to buy my own house one day. But, there's also that nice recipe book I've seen in the bookstore… Gee, it was hard choosing what to do with so little.

However…

Why was I feeling an anguish growing in my heart? Why, no matter how much people praised my name, their voices didn't affect me?

I looked at my opponent on the other side, waiting for me to strike the next blow, and I asked the question that surrounded me for years:

What was I doing there?

What was the point of it all?

What was I fighting for?

I feel the adrenaline of the fights running through each drop of my blood; I feel a vigor that I don't know if it comes from me or from the euphoria of the fights; I feel like there's something roaring inside me, but I cannot find the voice for it.

At the same time, I love it and I hate it.

At the same time, I feel nothing and I feel everything.

I don't know if I have the technique, but I lack strength; or if I have strength and lack technique.

I needed a teacher, a tutor, whatever! — someone who would teach me and guide me on how to fight properly. If not for the pleasure of fighting, then so I could win more tournaments, earn more money, and have a better life quality.

But who would teach a woman who barely has the financial means to survive until the end of the month? Who would teach me for free?

"HEY, LETTIE! ARE YA GOING TO DAYDREAM ALL DAY?! I BET ON YOU! FINISH HIM, NOW!"

I turned and spotted my renter shaking his fists at me, filled with banknotes he collected from the bets; his face half-hidden by the smoke of a cheap cigar he was smoking.

Blinking several times, I realized that my opponent was now looking at me with boredom and disdain, waiting for my move. I snorted, shaking my head and relaxing my limbs as I put on a combat mode, and soon I felt the familiar twinge of pain at the end of my spine.

"Alright…" I whispered to myself, ignoring the pain. "Let's finish th–"

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! — A part of the warehouse exploded.

When I realized, I was already fallen to the ground, bleeding by the shrapnel that hit me. A buzzing got to my ears, almost as loud as the screams of people desperately trying to leave the place.

At a glance, I saw my opponent also lying on the other side of the ring. He wasn't moving, and his eyes were staring at a fixed point.

Dead.

I quivered. From the screams of other people, my opponent shouldn't have been the only one who had died from the sudden explosion.

What was going on? What caused that?!

My answer came in the shape of a man who landed right in front of me. Well, he looked like a man; a very strange man. From the little I could see, he was almost as half-naked as my downed opponent, wore an armor with spiked shoulder pads, and had a black hair so long and spiky that it looked like a porcupine.

He crouched in front of me with his arms resting on sturdy thighs.

"I finally found you, little sister." He opened a sardonic smile behind a square monocle with a greenish visor. "Come, let's have a family meeting."

In the next second, I was hit in the head and blacked out.

***

When I woke up, I screamed.

I wasn't on the ground, in the ring of the place I called home.

I was flying.

Not by myself, of course, but thrown over the back of that man who had kidnapped me, with my face buried in his spiky hair.

"Shut up, Lettie!" he barked, raising his voice over my panicked scream. "Don't make me knock you out again!"

I looked around, watching a desert landscape with rocks of all shapes and sizes, as far as I could see. I had no idea where I was.

However, the only thought that occurred to me was how this man was doing that; HOW WAS HE FLYING?! Without any support, protection, anything! He looked like one of those comic book heroes, flying as if it were the most natural and normal thing in the world.

I was shaking from head to toe. We must have been reaching the height of airplanes.

"P-P-PUT ME D-D-DOWN!!!!!!" I turned to look at him, allowing myself to grab his hair to hold myself up. "N-N-N-NOW!!!!!!!

"That's what they all say." I heard him laugh. "Calm down, little sister. We're almost there. Ouch!" he exclaimed after I pulled his hair again when I thought I was going to fall. "You really are our mother's daughter, huh? Nice to meet you, I'm Raditz."

Well, it wasn't any nice for me at that moment, especially after some of his words reached me with a big question mark: little sister? Our mother?

Look, I have met enough weird people in my life, but this guy... this... Raditz... surpassed all the limits of weirdness that someone could have.

As I tried to understand what he had said, I accidentally touched something soft around his waist, and my trembling was replaced by a horrifying paralysis when I saw that it was a long, brown-furred tail.

The twinge of pain at the end of my spine hurt once more, but what scared me the most was the sensation of feeling a powerful force coming from that man.

Who was he? Or rather, what was he?

I don't know if it was the shock of the explosion in the ring or the despair of flying on the back of a stranger at hundreds of meters above the ground, but I couldn't say or scream anything else. My voice disappeared. In fact, I began to feel a great discomfort. My ears were crushed by a strong pressure, and I was suddenly short of breath, which only made my heart race faster than it already was. My stomach churned so badly that I only had time to turn my head sideways and vomit the snack I had eaten before my fight, which didn't please Raditz at all.

My mind then became cloudy, and I could no longer distinguish the time around me. It must be because of the height. I passed out and woke up again every two minutes, or twenty, I don't know, disoriented by the speed we were moving and with a dizziness that no blow I'd ever received on the head in past fights had been able to match. All I know was that Raditz kept muttering and talking to himself about someone with a high power level moving too fast in some direction.

I've never felt so helpless. But what could I do in that situation? My best option would be to squirm in protest, which would lead to two results: either I would be knocked out again (according to his threat), or I would fall to certain death.

The desert landscape gave way to the sea, covering everything below us. Raditz then reduced his speed and height, which made me regain consciousness, and I could see that he was flying towards a single, tiny island planted in the middle of all that blue immensity, with a pink house surrounded by three palm trees. I confess that, if it weren't for the circumstances, I would have found that place the most adorable in the world and would have asked about its rent price, but my mind was too busy, imagining what kind of terror that man could want to do to me by taking me to a desert island.

It was hard to see from my position, but as we approached the island, I noticed it wasn't that deserted. Little by little, I distinguished six figures watching our arrival with great attention.

When Raditz landed on the sand of that island, he threw me to the ground at the feet of one of those six individuals as if I were a bag of rice, leaving my old white kimono all dirty.

I closed my eyes as I felt the hard ground beneath my body, still with a great discomfort and a terrible headache throbbing in my temples.

"W-What is this?!" I heard a new male voice speak above me, followed by frightened gasps coming from the others. Apparently, I wasn't the only one there who was startled by Raditz's presence.

With difficulty, I opened my eyes, covering them against the Sun, and looked up, finally seeing the owner of that new voice: a young man, close to my age, with thick black spiky hair. I know it wasn't the time or the moment for that, but I couldn't help but notice he was wearing a beautiful orange and navy blue fighting uniform, with heavy black boots. He was very robust and muscular, but on the other hand, he had a pair of large black eyes that revealed an innocence and curiosity. However, I had the strange feeling that he was somewhat familiar to me…

Right behind him, clinging to his leg, a child, no more than four years old, stared at me in astonishment; a tiny little boy, with long black hair under a red hat with an orange ball on top, and I immediately suspected he was the son of the man I just described, since they were identical.

At a distance, I spotted another young man, but he was quite short, bald, and had almost to no nose, wearing the same orange uniform as the first one, followed by a tall girl with short green hair, a bearded old man who was also bald and had a sort-of-pervert look, wearing sunglasses and holding a staff, and… was that a real sea turtle by the seashore?!

I couldn't hold it anymore and turned sideways, vomiting and startling the others once again.

"Ugh!" I heard Raditz mumble with his tongue sticking out. "I apologize for her behavior. It's the first time she has flown. Her body isn't used to it yet."

I remained lying on the ground, massaging my stomach, and I wasn't surprised that no one came to help me. Everyone was evidently in shock at our sudden arrival. I was still in shock at my arrival.

I then saw that Raditz and the little boy's father were glaring at each other for endless seconds, with serious faces, looking like mortal enemies trying to guess what the other would do next.

"I have finally found you." Raditz crossed his arms in front of his armor, showing muscles bigger than the little boy's father. "You've grown up a lot, but I recognize you just by seeing you, Kakarot."

Apparently, the little boy's father knew Raditz as much as I did, because he frowned as he repeated in confusion, "Kakarot?!"

"I don't understand," said the bald young man. "What is he talking about?"

"Uh... Excuse me?" I stood up, supported on my knees, and raised my hands in a sign of surrender while looking at everyone. "I'm sorry, but... is this some kind of a scam? An express kidnapping? Because if it is, I'll tell you right now that I don't have money, much less anyone who wants my rescue. Can anyone tell me where I am–"

"Be silent, woman!" replied Raditz, and then turned to the little boy's father with a not-friendly expression, "Kakarot! What are you doing on this planet?! It was your duty to end the human race! That was your mission! What have you been doing all this time?!" He then turned to me and spat, "And as for you, Lettie, you shouldn't even be here in the first place!"

"Hello???" I replied in indignation. "How should I not be here, if it was you who KIDNAPPED me and brought me HERE?!"

"I mean 'here' in 'on this planet', you worthless fool!"

I opened my mouth wide, perplexed by such petulance, and realized how the others were also as stunned as I was.

"Hey, you listen here!" The bald young man stepped forward and pointed a finger at Raditz. "I don't know who you are nor what you're looking for, but it's better if you just leave! Get out!" He waved him away as if he were a mere annoying fly.

I immediately realized what a mistake he had made.

The tail around Raditz's waist glowed and, as if it had a life of its own, slapped the bald young man with such violence that he went flying towards the pink house, making a hole in the wooden walls, barely missing the bearded old man along the way.

"KRILLIN!" exclaimed the said Kakarot, who turned to Raditz showing deep fury, gritting his teeth. "You... You...!!!" He then stopped, eyes-wide when he saw Raditz's tail.

I was still open-mouthed when I witnessed the others also become astonished at the sight of his tail, and I got shivers. Why was I feeling that was a bad sign?

Raditz kept waving his tail in front of him, laughing as if he was showing off a trophy.

I felt another twinge of pain at the end of my spine.

"I think that now," he declared, "you already know my true identity."

"Your identity?" questioned Kakarot. "What do you mean by that?"

I noticed that his son was pretty worried, pulling him by his uniform pants while his father tried to pull him away and, to my great surprise, I noticed that the little boy also had a tail!

What was I getting myself into?!

However, for a few seconds, the little boy and I exchanged distressed, insecure, and, above all, scared expressions. I don't know if it was the situation that caused it, but something about that child moved me, making his big teary eyes get directly into my heart.

"Daddy, no!" The little boy whimpered and tried to pull him again, but the woman with short green hair soon picked him up, taking him away from the adults.

For the second time, our eyes met, and I felt great compassion for that terrified child. There was something about him that gave me an intense feeling of… protection. But why?

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Raditz growl, "Kakarot! You are a scoundrel, how could you forget who you are?!"

"Stop calling me Kakarot!" he replied, clenching his fists. "My name is Goku! Son Goku!"

"What?!" Raditz was indignant. "How dare you say that?" He turned to me. "Lettie, tell them! How did you find out your name?"

Everyone stared at me, and I felt tiny.

Why were we suddenly talking about names?!

"I-I don't know very well..." I saw myself forced to answer; my muscles tensing in anxiety. "The only thing I know is that… I was found in an open field when I was a baby, with a piece of paper written 'Lettie' on it. Just that. I know nothing else, much less who left me there.

I lowered my head when a wave of sadness consumed me as I spoke out loud about an event in my life that I have no pleasure in dwelling on. Everyone's eyes were on me, and, above all, I noticed the well-known feeling that got to people when they discovered that I had been abandoned by my parents: pity (except for Raditz, of course).

"Ugh!" he snorted again, now speaking more to himself than to us. "So what they've said is true. Mom indeed had gone soft!" He looked at Kakarot/Goku with visible irritation. "Did you happen to hit your head when you were a child?!"

I believe that was a rhetorical question, but, to everyone's surprise, Goku (I decided to call him by the name he preferred) replied:

"Yes, I did hit my head when I was a child. I've got the scar."

What I heard next disturbed me a lot. The bearded old man stepped forward, with an enigmatic expression, and began to tell Goku a story about another old man, called Son Gohan, who, years ago, found a strange object in the deepest place in the valley. As he got closer, he saw a sphere-shaped Space Pod. Inside it, he found a baby that had a tail.

From what I understood, this said Son Gohan was Goku's adoptive grandfather. Well, this man began raising Goku but realized he was an extremely violent little being. One day, baby-Goku fell off a cliff (I wonder how he did not die, we're talking about a cliff!), and hit his head pretty badly. But he survived, and from then on, he became a kind and gentle child, until he grew up and became the man standing next to me, staring at the bearded old man in a complete state of astonishment at apparently discovering his past right there, at that moment.

Now I was the one who felt pity for him.

"Damn it, DAMN IT!" Raditz got angry after also hearing the story, glaring at me and Goku. "And to think that I thought I would find two great warriors, but now I see that you are nothing more than a pair of useless rats!"

That was too much for me.

"Okay, I'm done!" My blood boiled as I uttered the words, "You destroy my house, kidnap me, fly with me through the air, bring me to an island in the middle of the sea, and stand there cursing me without even giving me a FREAKING SINGLE EXPLANATION?? Who do you think you are?!"

"I'll explain to you..." announced Raditz, impassive and still. "Kakarot, Lettie... You do not belong to the human race of this planet. Your home planet is Vegeta. You belong to the strongest warriors of the Universe. You are Saiyans! And I, Raditz, am your older brother!"

Every hair on my body chilled when his statement got into my subconscious and hit my guts like the most violent of blows.

A sequence of "What?!", "What do you mean???", "Older brother?", and "Strongest warriors of the Universe???" were heard, externalized by the others.

Goku and I stared at each other; our faces showing the purest confusion and perplexity.

No. That could only be a scam, for real.

That wasn't possible...

I don't have brothers. I don't have any family.

My past only includes one person: me.

But why did something in my soul scream in warning? Why was the twinge at the end of my spine reaching its peak?

"Daddy!!!" Goku's son suddenly ran up to him and grabbed his leg, with the green-haired woman coming after him calling 'Gohan'. Apparently, Goku paid tribute to his adoptive grandfather by naming his son after him.

"TH-THAT'S..." He tried to speak and push Gohan away at the same time. "THAT'S A LIE!"

"You must be a crazy maniac!" I added; my face transfigured as I stared at Raditz.

"It can't be true!" said Krillin, who had come out of the hole he made in the pink house. "If Goku and even this... this woman, Lettie, are aliens, why are they here on Earth?!"

Raditz let out a terrifying laugh. He seemed to be having fun with it all.

I noticed how Goku was sweating as much as I was.

"The answer is simple," replied Raditz, "Kakarot, you, exclusively, were sent to this planet to eliminate all human beings who stood in our way! Now you, Lettie, were sent to this planet by a mere and unfortunate accident."

"Huh?!" exclaimed Goku.

"W-What are you saying?" I asked.

"We, the Saiyans, are a family of powerful warriors," repeated Raditz. "We travel across the Universe to look for planets with a good environment, and we eliminate all the individuals that live on them, and finally, we sell the planet for a high price to other aliens. We always send adult warriors to planets where strong fighters live. But, to weak planets, like this one, we send babies, which was your case, Kakarot."

Goku sought my gaze, and I, his. What we just heard sounded like something from a sci-fi movie. However, as I took a closer look at Raditz, I couldn't deny what was before my eyes. That guy, for certain, was not human.

"If what you say is true," began Krillin, "you're the worst type of living being that can exist, that's terrible!"

"I cannot believe they send babies across the Universe, all by themselves!" The green-haired woman hugged Goku's son in an unconscious motherly act. In my heart, I felt the same.

"Lettie," Raditz then addressed me, ignoring the others, "with you, it was a little different and, let's say, nothing heroic or worthy of our Saiyan race pride."

I straightened up, swallowing hard.

"You were also sent here to Earth in a Space Pod as a baby," he continued. "About two years after Kakarot was born. But, you weren't sent to destroy this planet. I don't know how to explain matters concerning the heart, regardless of race, but our mother's heart became weak and softened when she gave birth to you. The planet we inhabited was about to be destroyed by a rival race during a period of war and, as a last act of," his tone turned into disgust, "'love and compassion' towards her offspring, our mother put you in a Space Pod to save you, and let it take its course. As we can see, the course of your Space Pod brought you to planet Earth. What a low taste."

I didn't feel anything anymore. My limbs went numb and tingled. Did that mean that, after all, I wasn't… abandoned? I had a mother who... wanted me? But she had to literally send me out into the Universe as a last hope of saving my life?

A lump grew in my throat, but I swallowed it. No. I couldn't show weakness at that moment.

"Kakarot, Lettie, look at us." Raditz spread his arms. "We're like three peas in a pod. The same face shape, nose, mouth… Even our hair is similar; black and spiky, although that short hair of yours suits you well, Lettie. It's also worth mentioning that your blue eyes are a genetic inheritance from our maternal grandmother that Kakarot and I had the misfortune of not inheriting. Don't brag about yourself because of that, huh? Hahaha!"

I felt exposed by having my physical attributes displayed by a man who had only made me feel nauseous until then.

However, when I scrutinized Goku and even Raditz closely, something about them reflected a very familiar resemblance that I contemplated every day in the mirror of my rented room in the clandestine arena.

I glanced back at Gohan, curled up in the woman's arms, and I also saw some resemblance in his face; something that made my heart warm as I felt a kind of... connection.

However, I got back to being on alert when I saw how Raditz also looked at Goku's son with a dark smile and expression. It was only then that I realized he was looking at Gohan's tail.

"Kakarot!" suddenly exclaimed Raditz. "Within a few years, you alone can wipe out all Earthlings, if you remember the order given to you. And that includes you too, Lettie. Don't you think you'll get away with this just because of our mother's ridiculous weakness."

I beg your pardon?!

Raditz then crossed his arms and looked up to the sky. "Luckily you can see the Moon from this planet."

Goku was just as disconcerted as I was.

"Why did you say that?" I questioned.

"Since when did celestial bodies become the main topic of this conversation???" he added.

"DON'T BE IDIOTS!" replied Raditz. "We, the Saiyans, can fight with our full strength when we see the Full Moon! We transform into giant monkeys and acquire unbeatable destructive power!"

Hello? Giant monkeys?

A bucket of freezing water wouldn't have had a greater effect than that statement had on me, and it got worse when I heard Krillin, the green-haired woman, and the old man gasp in genuine terror, turning pale, even.

I had an unsettling feeling they knew something about that.

Good thing Goku externalized my question:

"What are you talking about? I don't understand anything you're saying!"

Raditz was stunned. "What?! Impossible!" He approached and peeked behind us. "Now I can see it! W-Where are… Where are your tails?!"

I can't believe I actually turned around to look for a tail stuck to my back, but bear with me. I wasn't having a good day. In the end, I didn't feel so bad, since Goku had done the same.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR TAILS?!?!" demanded Raditz.

"My tail was ripped off me a long time ago," claimed Goku with conviction.

"AND WHAT ABOUT YOU, LETTIE?"

Me? What happened to my tail? Oh, come on, what tail??? What was this lunatic talking about? And why on earth did Goku have an answer to this question? Since when did humans have tails?!?!?!

But then, I realized that, instead of celestial bodies, the main topic of that conversation was the revelation that I and, apparently, my older brothers, Goku and Raditz, belonged to an ALIEN race, which, deep down, would explain the reason for the existence of a… tail.

I felt another twinge of pain at the end of my spine, and suddenly, it was as if I had been slapped in the face.

Could this... twinge on my spine... be related to a... tail?

I no longer felt the sandy ground beneath my feet.

"ANSWER ME, LETTIE! WHERE. IS. YOUR. TAIL?!"

"I-I-I don't know! I confess that… I do have a chronic pain at the end of my spine for as long as I can remember... But I never knew why."

"Argh!" Raditz clenched his fists. "In your case, it must have been ripped out when they found you as a baby. People must have thought you were a freak. It's the only plausible reason!"

Wow. That explained a lot about the behavior of some people from my childhood towards me.

"YOU TWO ARE IMBECILES!!!" shouted Raditz. "Now I see why you're living so peacefully on this planet! You don't have a tail!!!"

Seriously? Or would it be because Goku and I weren't brainwashed to lead us to exterminate beings from other planets for a monetary benefit? From what little I observed of Gohan back there, he didn't seem to harbor any feelings of hatred towards humans just because he had a tail.

"That's enough!" I exclaimed, also relieved to see that the others around me showed to be fed up with all that talk.

"Yes!" agreed Goku, already getting into a combat position. "I don't care if I come from another planet, if I'm a Saying-or-who-knows-who, or if I have siblings." He turned to me. "Except for you, Lettie. You seem a nice person and are welcome in the family."

"Th-Thank you…?"

"Krillin is right! Raditz, you're the worst!" He pointed at himself, "I am Goku and I was raised HERE, on Earth! Now go away and leave us alone!"

"Yeah!" exclaimed the woman. "Go away!"

"The past doesn't matter anymore." The bearded old man went next to Goku. "He and this young lady have the right to be Earthlings!"

"It was Goku who saved this planet from destruction!" declared Krillin, which made me wonder how much I didn't know about my brother. 

However, I was so touched by how this peculiar group seemed so resolute, convinced, and, above all, united, that I also spoke, "Listen, Raditz. You've seen that we don't want problems, but if you insist on that, you'll have to face the consequences of your own actions.

"Well said, sis!" Goku winked at me with a smile, and for the first time since I set foot on that island, I felt a bit of joy.

Raditz was not intimidated at all, though. "I can't do this." He began walking around, laughing with disdain. "Besides, the Saiyan family was quite small. Planet Vegeta was decimated, and most of our race disappeared from the Universe, as well as our father and mother. There are only five Saiyans left alive, including you two. The other one is me, the fourth one was sent to fight on another planet, and the last one was sent to an unknown planet." He paused for a moment. "On one occasion, we were able to find a good planet and we wanted to attack it, but there it was only three of us against an entire planet." He turned to Goku and me, "That was the moment I thought about you." He then walked towards us. "But you, Kakarot, do not have your full fighting power. You're strong, but not enough. As for you, Lettie, you still have a long way to go to catch up to Goku himself. I've seen you on that arena. You have potential and you know how to fight, that's a fact, but you lack training."

His words only confirmed what I have been thinking my whole life. I exchanged glances with Goku, and I felt embarrassed. Based on the absurd things I have heard until then, that sea turtle hiding in the corner of the pink house might even be stronger than me.

"Nonetheless," continued Raditz, staring at us face to face, "if you both join the three of us, we can make it."

"No way! Step back!" Goku stood in front of us all. That wasn't the time or the moment, but after spending a lifetime trying to survive all by myself in such a hostile world, the feeling of having someone wanting to protect you was very, very good.

"Come on! Open your eyes!" Raditz leaned over towards us and we took a step back. "It'll be fun! Don't you feel how the Saiyan blood runs through your veins?!

"Daddy, I'm scared..." cried Gohan, clinging to the woman.

"Hey..." I turned to him with my best attempt to show a comforting smile. "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

My gaze met the woman's, and we could both see in each other's eyes that there was a good chance I might be wrong, and it was her turn to try to give me a comforting smile.

"Stop talking nonsense, Raditz!" warned Goku. "I'd rather die than help you destroy this planet! If there's one good thing I got from finding out I have siblings, it was knowing that at least one of them is decent!"

Upon hearing Goku's words, I touched his arm and stood next to him. "There is nothing for you here on this planet, Raditz. This is our last warning. Go away and forget about our existence. Consider yourself an orphan and with no siblings, because the only one I have is called Son Goku."

"Aww, that's so cute, cheesy and boring." Raditz rolled his eyes. "No matter what you say, you will help destroy planet Earth." His gaze then went to Gohan, now with his face buried in the woman's neck, shaking all over.

Goku and I exchanged disturbed looks as we realized what was going on in Raditz's mind, who pointed at Gohan and asked, "Is this boy your son?"

Goku began to vehemently deny it, as if he could erase the several exclamations of "Daddy!" coming from Gohan in the last few minutes. My heart sank when I felt the despair in his voice, especially when I also heard Gohan crying as the adults' tone raised.

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" replied Raditz. "What do you have to say about the boy's tail? Isn't that proof that he has Saiyan blood?!"

The woman tried to hide Gohan's tail under her legs, but her efforts were useless. My heart pounded in my ears as I saw the tension on that island only increasing. Everyone there was in the highest state of alert.

"So what?!" Goku frowned in ferocity. "Who cares?!"

"It seems like you don't want to understand what I'm saying." Raditz opened a sinister smile. "I think I'll borrow your son!" And he walked towards us.

I believe Goku was so stunned by Raditz's words that, for a moment, he let his guard down. By seeing him in that state and, above all, by seeing that boy so small (that only then did I realize he was my nephew), showing teary and red eyes filled with terror, I turned to the woman and whispered, "Psst! What is your name?"

"H-Huh...?"

"What is your name?"

"B-Bulma... Bulma Brief."

"Bulma, take Gohan away. We will try to stop him!"

She didn't think twice and ran with him until they were at a good distance, but she didn't have many options for where to go considering the tiny size of that island.

With that said, I took a step forward and raised my voice. "Raditz, if you want the boy, you'll have to get through us first!"

I glared at him, feeling an unexpected fury run through my blood. I couldn't understand why I was behaving like that. I didn't even know Goku, Gohan, or the others there. But, something inside me told me that fighting alongside them was the right thing to do. Besides, what other choice did I have?

"Raditz, don't come any closer!" Goku seemed to go back to normal after seeing my behavior, and together, we got into a combat position, with Krillin and the bearded old man also positioning themselves beside us.

"Master Roshi, at your service, miss." The old man introduced himself, gloomy behind his sunglasses. "I'm Goku's trainer. I'm sorry you met him in such conditions."

"It's a pleasure, Master," I replied in the same tone, grateful to meet a Martial Arts Master from up close, but without taking my eyes off Raditz. "It's a shame, indeed. It would be better if it was in a friendly tournament in the city."

Our enemy was approaching fast.

"If you take one more step, I'll finish yo–" Goku barely ended his sentence before he was punched in the stomach by Raditz and went flying until he landed with a thump on the seashore, groaning in deep pain and agony.

I stood there, with wide eyes staring at my brother lying on the sand. How did that happen? Hasn't Raditz said that Goku was strong? How could he have been defeated with just a single blow?

"Daddy!!!" Gohan dashed towards him, escaping from Bulma's hands.

When I realized, I had also run ahead of Raditz. "STOP! DON'T YOU DARE LAY A FINGER ON HI–" A tearing pain emerged from my guts when he kicked me right in the chest, sending me flying away just like Goku and falling into the freezing sea with my body half submerged in the shallow waters.

I couldn't breathe. The air simply wouldn't come in, as if my lungs had stopped working due to the fright we've got. I was sure that my rib cage had been broken, such pain was consuming me, burning from the inside out.

Every inch of my body cried out for help. I had never been hit like that. Ever. Not even my worst opponents in the countless clandestine tournaments I've participated in. How much strength Raditz had, how much… power!!!

I heard the alarming buzz coming from the others, calling for Goku, calling for Gohan, or calling for me. I tried to get up, only to fall again, swallowing salt water along the way.

I wanted to vomit for the third time. However, lying on my back in that water, trying to catch my breath in desperation, clutching my kimono to my chest, without meaning to, I spotted something far away in the skies, or rather, someone.

A shiver ran down my spine, and it did not come from the freezing water.

From up above, that figure watched us, floating in the air. I couldn't make out who they were, only that they had a white cape fluttering in the wind. I rubbed my eyes and closed them. When I opened them again, the figure was no longer there.

Raditz's blow must have caused me hallucinations.

Feeling more useless than a stone, I tried to get up one more time, finding strength in the depths of my being, but I soon fell again, while, far away on the seashore, I witnessed Raditz lift Gohan in the air by his clothes and declare, "Kakarot, I'll keep your son. If you want him back alive, you will obey your brother's orders." He stared at me and raised his voice. "That goes for you, too, Lettie!"

Gohan was crying nonstop. Goku and I were immobilized by pain; Now, for Bulma, Krillin and Master Roshi, they were immobilized by fear.

"Kakarot, Lettie, I'll give you just one day to think," added Raditz. "I believe you'll have no choice but to join us. But," his voice deepened, "you'll have to give me proof, and it'll be easy. You need to eliminate one hundred human beings from this planet. Not fifty from each of you. I want two hundred in total. Your deadline is this time of tomorrow, and you must bring the bodies to this place!"

I'm pretty sure we all turned pale. I also noticed how Goku suddenly stopped moving, in shock upon hearing such conditions for having his son back. Even little Gohan seemed to understand the gravity of the situation he was in.

"I hope I made myself clear," concluded Raditz. "Tomorrow will be fun. Don't worry, I'll do everything I can to not kill my little brother's son. I want him along when all of us Saiyans unite to destroy Earth! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

At seeing Goku raising his hand, still lying in the sand, in a futile attempt to reach his son, I felt a tear running into my mouth.

Never, in all the fights, moments, struggles, or nightmares I've had in my life, did I think I would witness such barbarity. Two hours ago, my only concern was whether I would be able to win a fight in a clandestine arena and organize my finances to survive that month.

But there, my heart screamed in fury and indignation as I saw myself fallen and defeated on the ground with one of my older brothers, while the other one was taking my nephew to an unimaginable fate.


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BONUS TRIVIA:

We know that the Saiyans' names are based on some foods.Goku, for example, is Kakarot (carrot), Raditz (radish), Vegeta (vegetable), and so on...Lettie's name was also created to adapt to this game, using the word Lettuce (Lettuce) as a base hihihi.

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Capítulo 3: Chapter 02

LETTIE

"GOHAN!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!" I heard Goku shout as we saw Raditz fly away from the island. That hurt more than the kick I got in the chest.

Still lying in the water, I heard Master Roshi order from the shore, "Quick! We've got to help them! Bulma, go to Lettie. Krillin, lift Goku up. I'll get some Sacred Water!" And he ran into the house at an impressive speed for an elderly person.

"Lettie! Oh, my goodness!" Bulma hurried up to me, skipping through the water, and bent down to support me. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I-I think..." I said with difficulty, holding the side of my body. "I think I broke something."

"Can you stand up?" She held me and lifted me up.

Every step was a stab in my guts. When we reached the shore, I was startled at seeing Goku in a state of fury, punching the ground and spraying water into the air while venting his anger. I've never seen a man so furious.

"NO! NO! NO!" he roared. Me, Bulma, and Krillin stared at each other in worry. However, even though he was still in a lot of pain, by noticing my presence next to him, Goku stood up and held me by the arms, "How are you?! Is it hurting?! ARGH!!!" He turned around, running his hands over his face. "How could I not protect my own son and my sister?! DANG IT! DANG IT!!! Tell me, Lettie, and don't lie to me, did that bastard do you any harm?"

"Well..." I panted, still unable to breathe properly. "Besides what you saw here, he only knocked me out in the head before kidnapping me."

"Only?" repeated Bulma and Krillin.

I just shrugged. I didn't think it was prudent to make myself the target of all compassion when we had a child in the hands of a psychopathic maniac and the threat of the complete destruction of planet Earth.

Goku then hugged me and said, "Despite what happened to Gohan, do know that I'm glad to find out you're my sister. Thank you for trying to help us."

I was about to scream in pain as I was hugged by what was now my brother, but I couldn't help but feel a wave of affection crashing into my heart with a fraternal warmth that, for someone lonely who grew up without a family like me, deep down, always wanted to receive.

I tried my best to hug him back and, despite the terrible circumstances we found ourselves in, I was thankful that at least I got some good things out of it. However, above all these feelings, the anger at what Raditz caused to us and, especially to Gohan, made me return my attention to what mattered at the moment. I don't deny I thought about my small rented room there in the clandestine arena, which was probably destroyed by Raditz's damage. I might as well apologize to these people and return to my old routine. But, looking deep inside me, I found no reason for me to go back to that miserable life.

After years and years of searching for an answer, for a goal, I finally found someone to fight for.

As we pulled away, we both fell to the ground, strengthless. Bulma and Krillin got down to hold us up.

"I need to... do something..." said Goku, gritting his teeth. "I can't leave my son in Raditz's hands." He then looked up. "FLYING NIMBUS! COME HERE!"

A little yellow cloud crossed the sky, leaving a yellow trail along the way. I shook my head, not believing that I was seeing a... magical cloud!, and concluded that after everything I saw and heard that day, nothing would impress me anymore. I was just going to accept all the weirdness that surrounded me.

The cloud stopped next to us, and my brother tried to stand up to reach it, but he fell once more.

"Don't be hasty, Goku!" Master Roshi dashed out of the pink house holding a round, blue bottle, encrusted with precious stones. "You need to regain your strength before making any decision!"

He knelt in front of us and took the cap off the bottle, handing it to Goku, who took a big gulp of its content and then offered it to me.

"W-What's in there...?" I frowned.

"It's Sacred Water from Kami-sama's Temple," replied Master Roshi.

"Huh... Translation, please?" I looked at him with doubt.

"Consider it the best medicine in the world." Krillin gave me a confident smile. "Don't worry, it's safe."

Confirming his words, Goku jumped up, with his face brightened by the recovered vitality. He then gave me a nod, encouraging me to go ahead.

A bit uneasy, I wet my lips with the liquid from that bottle, realizing that it tasted like normal water, and I risked taking a sip.

A cooling sensation ran down my throat, spreading to every inch of my body. The pain in my chest disappeared completely, as did… the pain at the end of my spine.

It felt like I had been reborn!

I barely noticed when I too stood up in a jump, staring at my hands and feeling my body, fascinated and impressed by a sudden burst of energy.

I gazed at the others and burst out laughing. That Sacred Water would've saved me a lot of anti-inflammatories, painkillers, and muscle relaxers that I had to take during all my years in the arenas!

"Wow...!" I panted, but no longer from pain. "Incredible...!"

However, my smile soon faded away when I remembered our situation, and melancholy soon hit us once again, especially Goku.

"How am I going to rescue my son and fight Raditz?" he whimpered. "Even with my strength recovered, what can I do?"

"Think, Goku," replied Master Roshi. "You have to think."

I bit the inside of my mouth, with my mind in a whirl, still processing all the information I had heard in the last few hours. Goku was right. What could we do?

"That's terrible!" sighed Bulma. "Now that you've found people from your family, one of them is so cruel and heartless!"

"This brother of yours, this… Raditz," Krillin looked at us, "he's... he's too powerful. You've got to be cautious."

"Lettie," Goku squeezed my shoulder, "could it be that if we join forces, we could defeat Raditz? After all, according to him, we're the strongest warriors of the Universe… the Saiyans. That should count as something!"

 "Look, Goku..." I made a sad expression, "As Raditz mentioned, I know how to fight, it's what I do for a living, but, as he also pointed out, I have no training. I've never had. Everything I know about fighting, I learned from years of watching other fighters, participating in tournaments, and perhaps some kind of intuition of my own." I took a deep breath. "Sorry to remind you, but he defeated us with a single blow. This guy is tough. I dare say he's a professional killer."

Everyone lowered their heads, mulling over my words.

"But," I continued, slowly, "like any race that exists, it must have a weakness. The question is, what is the weakness of a Saiyan?"

Goku suddenly widened his eyes.

"The… The tail…!"

"What?" The others and I exchanged looks.

"Raditz's tail!" Goku palmed his fist. From what he said, it seems that a Saiyan's maximum strength comes from the tail! If we manage to grab his tail, I'm sure he'll lose all his strength! It happened to me once when I had mine!"

"Yeah!" agreed Master Roshi. "You're right!"

"But do you think we can grab the tail of such a strong man?" pondered Krillin.

"I couldn't do this alone." Goku gazed at me with a bold smile and, despite the fear, I began to feel the familiar adrenaline that got into me when I was going to fight, and I smiled back.

"I'll do everything I can to help you." Master Roshi stepped forward, leaning on his staff. 

Krillin, however, wasn't so excited about the idea, "A-Are you guys sure about this?"

"Of course we are!" Master Roshi gave him a reprimanding look. "Neither Yamcha nor Tien are here, so we're the ones who have to go!"

I didn't know who these two Master Roshi mentioned were, but I couldn't deny that, whoever they were, their help would come in handy.

"Y-Yeah..." Krillin rubbed his hands in an anxious posture. "That's true. W-Well, if the four of us fight, we'll do something to... to..." He shivered. "I... But... Hmm..." He then turned to Bulma. "Listen, if I die, will you please revive me with the Dragon Balls?"

Dragon-what?

I externalized my question.

"They are seven orange spheres, or balls," replied Bulma. "When we gather all of them together, we can make a wish to Shenron. You must have seen one on Gohan's hat."

"Yes... I did see it. But who's Shenron?

"A giant dragon that grants a wish to whoever has gathered the Dragon Balls." Bulma then gave me an understanding half-smile. "Don't worry, Lettie. You'll get used to all of this, eventually."

So I hoped.

"Krillin," said Goku, "I'm sorry, but it won't be possible to do what you've asked. Kami-sama told me that you can't ask Shenron the same wish. You and Master Roshi have already been resurrected once, so it will be impossible next time."

I don't know who was more perplexed, Krillin and Master Roshi for discovering that they couldn't come back to life if they died in the fight against Raditz, or me for discovering that there was a dragon out there granting wishes, and that the young man and the bald old man in front of me have already died and been resurrected in the past.

Yeah... I needed to catch up on this story urgently.

"Still..." sighed Goku. "Would you guys help me?"

"Sure!" replied Master Roshi.

"Absolutely!" Krillin clenched his fists. "It's our turn to help you, Goku. You're our friend!"

Soon after, I saw Krillin's face become deeply saddened, with his shoulders down and eyes tearing up. The man was devastated by the possibility of dying in the fight against Raditz. Poor thing.

"Hey..." Bulma tried to cut that morbid atmosphere. "Speaking of the Dragon Balls, what if we gather them and ask Shenron to save the world from all atrocities?"

Krillin became thrilled.

"YES!!!" he exclaimed. "Excellent idea, Bulma!!!"

"And do you really believe that we'll be able to gather all the seven Dragon Balls in just one day?" Master Roshi looked at him seriously.

Krillin got worse than before. "No... I don't think so..."

"How does it work? Finding these Dragon Balls?" I asked. "Is it possible to know where they are?"

"After Shenron grants us a wish," explained Bulma, "they spread randomly all across the world. It's a quite tiring search..."

"Wait!" said Goku. "But, we have the Dragon Radar, remember?"

"Dragon Radar?" I repeated.

"OH! That's right!" Bulma opened a big smile. "The Dragon Radar is a little device I built to track the location of the Dragon Balls."

"Well..." I placed my hand on my chin, thoughtfully. "Since it apparently takes a long time to track down all the Dragon Balls to make a wish, we can at least track the one in Gohan's hat. Would it be possible?"

"Sure!" replied Goku. "Excellent idea, Lettie! We can attack Raditz right now. He must be feeling confident and he won't expect us to do such thing. Bulma, where is the Dragon Radar?"

"Lucky for you, I always keep it in my helicopter." She then headed to a mini yellow helicopter parked in a hidden corner near the pink house, which left me stunned because I hadn't seen that thing there till then, but its existence answered many questions that I had about how people get to this island.

When Bulma returned, we circled around her, and she showed us a small round grayish object, a mini radar, displaying a black screen with green checkered lines.

"Here!" she pointed to a bright dot on the display. "There's Gohan's Dragon Ball!"

"It's moving fast!" I added.

The dot suddenly stopped, making us gasp in surprise.

"Phew!" sighed Bulma. "He didn't go to space, he's still on Earth."

I suddenly raised my head to stare at her when I heard her say that "he didn't go to space", but I quickly acted natural, scratching the back of my head as I remembered that, "Lettie, helloooo!", we're aliens, have you forgotten?

"Great, let's go! We still have a chance!" Goku straightened up, clenching his fists. "Gohan, my son, just hold on a little longer…"

"It will work," encouraged Master Roshi. "We'll get him back."

"That's right!" agreed Krillin. "We can probably beat him, although… uh… the possibilities aren't that high." And his voice faded away.

"Well," I said, "since Raditz and his group want to eliminate humans anyway, we'd better at least try to do something to stop them, right?"

We gazed at each other in silence, but agreed with great determination.

"YOU WON'T MAKE IT!" A voice shouted above us.

We looked up to the skies and saw someone floating over the island, with a white cape fluttering in the wind.

So I hadn't hallucinated!

However, I got startled when I heard the others exclaim, "IT'S PICCOLO!!!"

The effect was instantaneous. A sinister and terrifying aura spread all over that place as the others began to tremble as they watched that said Piccolo slowly descend and land on the sand in front of us.

I myself held my breath as I closely analyzed the second alien I encountered that day. A great power emanated from him, I could feel that. He was unlike anything I had ever seen, much taller than my brother; with no doubt more than two meters tall. He was definitely a male being, with green skin like freshly cut grass, and the muscles on his arms and forearms had a pinkish color. A purple fighting jumpsuit covered his body, wrapped by a wide blue belt, and on his back, behind voluminous and pointed shoulder pads, he wore the aforementioned white cape that reached down to his feet with brown pointy shoes.

However, the attribute that caught my attention the most was his face; especially his eyes. They were black, small, and intense. His ears, however, were large and also pointed, like those of elves in fantasy stories, and, on top of his head, he wore a white and purple kind of turban.

But I had a vague feeling that that Piccolo was familiar to me. I felt that I had seen him before, somewhere...

Oh, that's right! Of course I have seen him! In the final match of the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament, fighting against... Goku! Wow, that's why my brother also looked so familiar to me when I first saw him. I remember that the ticket cost me almost what I would spend at the market in a whole month. I have tried to participate in these formal tournaments, but I never got past the qualifiers.

But that fight between Goku and Piccolo… was the most intense I've ever seen.

Now, I saw Piccolo show the same frightening expression as he did in the World Martial Arts Tournament as he scrutinized each of us; going from Master Roshi, Krillin, Bulma (who literally fell to the ground in fear and crawled away). When he glared at me, he moved on to Goku. However, for about two seconds, he blinked and glared at me again, as if he hadn't seen me properly or wanted to confirm that I was there, but then he shook his head and fixed his eyes on my brother only, crossing his arms.

That gave me chills.

"Piccolo?!" exclaimed Master Roshi. "I don't believe it! W-What are you doing here?!"

"I was following that guy," he replied, without changing his frown manner.

"So you already knew him, right?" Goku glared at him with an unfriendly expression.

"Yes."

"Hang on!" I went next to my brother and also faced Piccolo. "You saw Raditz kidnap me and did nothing?"

"And why should I?" Piccolo curved his lips in a little smile. "It was fun watching you scream on his back."

"But he destroyed my house! He killed people!"

"And do I look like I have a crystal ball to know what he was going to do?"

We glared at each other for about five seconds in silence, until I looked away, feeling ridiculously helpless in front of that bulldozer, and I thought it was better to stay quiet, after all, it wouldn't be wise to annoy the guy who caused such damage in that Tournament.

"Goku, you won't be able to defeat Raditz. Not with these who want to help you." Piccolo looked at Krillin and Master Roshi. Then, he turned to me with a bored expression. "This one might help with something. I can feel that she has a considerably high fighting level, and she was the one who came up with the idea of tracking down the Dragon Ball in Gohan's hat."

I was so confused about whether I felt offended or honored by such a statement, that I could only open and close my mouth like a fish out of water, puffing my cheeks with air.

"Regardless, I'll go with you, Goku." Piccolo waved his cape in a picturesque way, which was such a ridiculous gesture that I found it funny, and I had to disguise a chuckle and pretend to cough. He noticed it and glared at me.

"You must already know very well how strong Raditz is." Piccolo ignored me and began walking around. "We cannot defeat him. It doesn't matter if the opponent is me, you, or your sister Lettie."

At first, I thought it was strange that he knew my name, but, based on his behavior (and above all, the size of his ears), I suspected that he had heard our entire conversation with Raditz. What a nosy!

"But," he continued, "if we join forces, there is a possibility of victory."

Goku sought my gaze, wanting to know my opinion, and I thought for a moment. What other options did we have? Either we made this Piccolo an ally, or we needed to fight Raditz with an old man who I suspected was already two hundred years old, and a young man who wouldn't stop to cold sweat.

As hard as it was to admit, Piccolo was our only chance to maybe (just maybe) defeat Raditz.

Goku seemed to have had the same line of thought as me, and with a nod, we agreed with each other.

"Alright, then," he concluded.

"What do you have in mind?" I added.

"First, I don't want you to misinterpret me," said Piccolo. "I don't seek the peace of this planet, and I don't care what can happen to your son, Goku. He's just interfering with my plan of... world domination!"

For the second time, I had to disguise a chuckle and cough, and, for the second time, Piccolo glared at me.

"Are you retarded, by any chance?" he asked. 

"No, no. I'm sorry." I covered my mouth and waved my hand. I wasn't getting how the others were taking that Piccolo so seriously. Poor Bulma was almost freaking out, hiding behind the sea turtle, but I couldn't believe that the same man I saw fight in the World Martial Arts Tournament could talk so much nonsense. So I ended up saying, "It's because, you know... 'world domination'? That's a bit… cliché, don't you think?"

It was Piccolo's turn to open and close his mouth like a fish out of water, while the others were astonished at my (apparently) audacity, exclaiming things like "Lettie, are you crazy?!", "Do you know who he is?", or "Do you wanna die??".

Piccolo kept glaring at me, making a tremendous effort to control his nerves, clenching his fists at his sides. I even dare say he turned red. He then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them. "I've just got my confirmation that you really are Goku's sister." Piccolo crossed his arms and leaned towards me with a little smile, covering me with his shadow. "Idiocy runs in the family."

I pressed my lips together until they formed a thin line, imitating the same behavior he just did to control his patience, feeling my face also turn red with anger as we glared at each other intensely.

"Okay, that's enough now!" My brother intervened, getting between us. "We have no time to lose!"

"You finally said something intelligent, Goku." Piccolo straightened up again, not taking his eyes off me, nor I from his. "Now, the three of us will join forces. Then, we'll defeat those two other friends of Raditz. And, at last," he turned his head to my brother, "I'll finish you off, once and for all!" He looked at me once more. "And so, I'll dominate the world and sit on a big, soft, clichéd throne."

I snorted, rolling my eyes, and turned my back to watch the sea. An icy breeze swept across the water and hit us, and I heard Piccolo's cape flutter. A chill ran through my body and I hugged myself, knowing that, deep down, I was fearful of what might happen next in our fight against Raditz, with rescuing Gohan and, I dare say, even with that "world domination" by a powerful guy like Piccolo, which I still felt his eyes on me.

"Well, I won't allow you to dominate the world." I heard Goku say and I turned to look at him. "I won't. But... It's a good idea to join forces for now." He then gave Piccolo a bold smile. "Because we have no other choice, do we?"

"Exactly." Piccolo smiled back, revealing sharp canine teeth. "Do not think that this pleases me." He turned to me, still smiling. "I find the idea of cooperating with people like you unbearable."

I ignored him and walked up next to Goku, who turned to Bulma (still hiding behind the sea turtle) and asked, "Please, give me the Dragon Radar."

"Huh? Oh, o-okay!" She felt her pockets until she found the object.

"Throw it here, Bulma," I asked, and caught it in the air without taking my eyes off Piccolo, who was still watching us with that ironic smile.

I handed the Dragon Radar to Goku, and he called the Flying Nimbus again, which stopped in front of us. In one jump, my brother climbed onto it, which really surprised me, as I never imagined that it would be possible to stand on top of a cloud without falling through it.

"Come on, Lettie." He reached out his hand for me to climb up as well.

A bit insecure, I accepted his help and, pulling me up, he lifted me and sat me on the cloud. Then, a sequence of incredulous gasps followed.

"OH!!!" exclaimed Master Roshi. "I can't believe it!"

"L-Lettie," stuttered Krillin, "can you... get onto the Flying Nimbus?!"

"What is it?" I glanced at Goku and the others in confusion. "Is there any problem?"

"It's nothing, never mind," replied my brother, who smiled at me in a way that verged admiration and, I dare say, also pride. The strangest thing was that I also noticed that Piccolo was staring at me with wide eyes and with his mouth half-opened.

I looked away and, in a shy and tense posture, I settled myself to sit behind Goku, blushing for suddenly becoming the center of attention.

"What's up, Piccolo?" Goku sat in front of me, legs crossed. "Can you keep up with the speed of my Flying Nimbus?"

I saw that Piccolo was still staring at me in amazement, and then he shook his head and blinked several times.

"Don't be stupid." He showed that little smile from before again. "To begin with, my flying technique is far superior."

I was still trying in vain to look for some kind of seat belt in the middle of that cloud when Goku said, "Sis, hold on to me and don't let go."

"Yes, sIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!" I let out a scream when the Flying Nimbus dashed into the sky at such an absurd speed that I hugged Goku until I heard him exclaim, "Oh, Lettie! You're going to break my ribs!", with Piccolo flying beside us and laughing out loud at my disgrace.


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