Insert general-purpose disclaimer here.
	{These are thoughts.}
	"This is someone speaking."


Merry Christmas
By Ryo Hoshi

Chapter 3: Child of Light
 

	The policeman tapped his pencil lazily on his note pad.  "Let's start this
again.  Who are you?"
	She blinked and answered as honestly as she could.  "I don't know."
	The man looked at her.  There was, he noticed, a kind of glow surrounding
her.  Well, if he was going to attach a name to her temporarily, it might as
well fit...  "We'll call you Mitsuko.  It's better then 'Hey you!'"
	She tilted her head thoughtfully.  "I suppose so," Mitsuko replied a few
seconds later with a smile that, if tapped and turned into electricity, would
light Tokyo for a year.
	The policeman blinked and then decided that he should stick to the script
laid out earlier.
	"What do you know about the men who were found in the remains of the
warehouse with you?"
	Mitsuko blinked.  The policeman put a hand to his head.  He could have sworn
that he had just heard her *blink.*  He decided that as soon as this was over,
he was going to take a long vacation.
	However, he was not to live that long.

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	It looked out at the hospital room from its hiding place.  It was thinking.
	{Girl.}
	{Master want?}
	{Not care.}
	{[CENSORED]}
	As one can guess, it wasn't the brightest one of its kind.  It was, in fact,
the second brightest.

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	The back of Mitsuko's mind itched.  As she reached up to scratch the base of
her skull, knowing deep down that it was futile but still wanting to try, she
was faintly aware that the nice man who had given her her nice name was saying
something.
	She was about to ask him to repeat what he had just said when something
dropped out of the ventilation shaft.  There was a blur and the man's head
went flying into her lap.
	She blinked, screamed, and ran straight through the wall in her hurry to get
out; she didn't even take the time to drop the severed head.

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	Mitsuko had ran trough several walls when she finally stopped and started
thinking again.
	She looked around.  {Dark.}  She blinked.  {I HATE THE DARK!!!}  She yelled
and the room was filled with light.
	She looked around again.  {KAWAII!}  Lying on a bed nearby was what she
considered the handsomest man she'd ever seen; considering her memories went
back only three days and she'd only seen three men so far this was incredibly
easy.
	She teleported to the side of the bed and stroked the man's lavender hair.
She blinked as images filled her head.
	As she had no idea what the images were about, she only got the vague notion
that this person might be able to do something about that big scary monster.

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	Trunks returned to reality slowly, and even afterwards he was willing to
swear that as he had returned to reality there was a female voice had said
"75% Reality and counting..."
	He blinked, taking in reality as snapshots while his mind finished adjusting
to reality...
	A girl, with a strange glow about her and an ever strange feel to her chi,
holding a severed human head.
	Something attacking her.
	It turning towards him with a strange glow in its eyes.
	Trunk's mind snapped back to reality completely.  He leaped up and a rather
stereotypical Dragon Ball Z style fight ensued, with the girl occasionally
teleporting out of the line of fire.  Something at the back of Trunk's mind
also noted that, for some strange reason, the hospital wasn't sustaining as
much damage as it should.
	The fight reached an impasse after a while and both Trunks and the youma
settled down for a staring contest while they regained their strength.
Neither one noticed the girl sneaking off towards the door.
	She had just got to the door when it opened and someone blasted the youma
into the next dimension, thereby neatly ending the staring contest.

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	Mitsuko was confused.  There was this big fight and then this guy rather
anticlimactically blasted one party and now she was surrounded by these people
who were asking questions...
	Her mind noticed one question in particular.  "Why are you holding that head
in you arms?"
	{Huh?  What hea...}
	She threw the head away from her, scream, and teleported behind the cute
lavender-haired young man.

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	Will Mitsuko ever regain her memory?  Will she recruit any of the Z Senshi in
her quest?  Is she ever going to *start* on her quest?  Is she really this
stupid and inattentive?  Am I ever going to get on with the two other plot
lines?
	This and more will (probably) be answered sometime later in this fic!

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	Any C&C will be welcomed, offers of help are *really* wanted, flames will be
C&Ced.
	I do kinda like knowing that I'm being read by someone, so tell me even if
I'm only reaching the middle of the heights of mediocrity.


		--Ryo Hoshi