The Fate of Vegeta
Chapter 1
The day was a dreary one; the sun was obscured from sight by heavy grey clouds
that drifted slowly across the sky, threatening to rain. There was a slight, chill
breeze that made everyone it passed shiver.
Except one.
This one was a twelve year old girl of no immediately noticeable uniquness. Her
shaggy black hair was thick, and it hadn't been washed recently. It was kept in a
rugged ponytail that extended just beyond her shoulder blades. The girl's big
brown eyes had the beginnings of purple shadows under them, the only thing that
showed how tired she was. She walked down the cement sidewalk in the middle
a city casualy, hands in the pockets of her baggy blue jeans.
Everybody is rushing here or there, shopping, getting to jobs, so nobody notices
how her eyes dart around, looking for faces she knew all to well. She needed
some cover. Something! They could find her at any minute... Out of the corner of
her eye, she spotted a barbers shop. Smiling slightly, she walked through the
door.
At Capsule Corp., Trunks was pacing up and down on the lawn, occasionaly
taking a sip from the Coke can in his hand. "Come on, Goten, where are you?" he
muttered, scanning the sky. "You should have been here by now..." he took
another sip of soda.
Finally he sensed Goten's powerlevel, and soon afterwards he saw him, flying
straight towards him.
Trunks swallowed the last of his soda as Goten landed. "Where were you? I called
you like twenty minutes ago."
Goten winced. "Mom made Gohn and I help with chores. I hate chores."
"No kidding," Trunks agreed.
Goten looked at him curiously. "So what you call me over here for? You sounded
kinda' excited."
"I sensed some new powerlevels just before I called. I checked them with the
scouter just to make sure, and I was right! There are about seven of them,
actually, and way up there."
"So why didn't you just tell your dad?" Goten asked. "Or Bulma?"
"Dad's off who knows where training," Trunks replyed. "And Mom took Bra
shopping, so their not here either. You were the only one I could think of who
would come over immediatly."
"So, you wanted to go see who they are?" Goten inquired, already knowing the
answer.
"Are you kidding? Of course. We gotta' check these guys out, in case their
dangerous."
"And you're curious," Goten added dryly.
"Damn right!" Trunks replyed.
"Well, to tell the truth, so am I," Goten agreed. "Let's go."
"Luckily, I have the scouter with me," Trunks said. "The most powerful one is in a
city close to here. I'll lead the way." The two friends blasted off into the air, Trunks
slightly ahead of Goten.
On the edge of the city, a band of six lingered, unwilling to go into such a crowded
place, where their obvious alien features would stand out greatly. They were all the
same type of alien; Damasians from the planet Sek. They were sent here on thier king's
orders to capture the young half-Saiyan running from him. They did not question their
orders; if they did, thier king would kill them on the spot. So they did not know why he
wanted this seemingly innocent youth, in fact, they had no idea how powerful she really
was. They had a scouter-like device that showed her powerlevel was lower ran any of
theirs, but little did they know that this girl had also mastered the technique of hiding her
true power.
So they waited, undecicive. Finally, their leader came to a decision. "We will go,"
he declared. "We will go, and leave destruction in our wake. We are the mighty King
Cekor's missives to capture an unknowing enemy. We will not cower in the shadows,
waiting for the perfect chance! We strike now!" The moved off, silent as the wind,
making a direct course towards the center of hapless city.
Trunks and Goten landed just short of the city, and entered at a sprint. "The
scouter shows the strange power to be almost at the center of the city. We should
get going, while it stays in one spot."
"Right," Goten agreed, and put on an extra spurt of speed.
Not long afterwards, Trunks let out a cry of surprise.
"What is it?" Goten asked worridly, still running.
"The powerlevel... it just dropped drastically!" Trunks replied, between gasps of
air.
"What do you mean? The person knows we're coming?"
"Maybe," Trunks answered. "Or maybe he or she is hiding from someone else. In
any case, it dropped to just above a normal civilian's level. I can still trace it, but
barely."
"Well, then, I don't know what your complaining about, we're almost there, right?"
"Yeah, about another street corner, I think. Lets move."
The mystery girl exited the barbers shop, feeling the cool wind blowing on her now
extremely short hair, which she had ordered the barber to chop off. She hadn't
wanted to do it, but it had to be done. Her hair was recognizeable to anyone who
had seen it before, even if she hadn't gotten to wash it lately. Concentrating, she forced
her powerlevel down, making it what she calculated to be a healthy human's norm.
She could sense the six soldiers King Cekor had initialy sent after her coming closer.
But they weren't going to be a real problem, unless they started blasting their way
into the city. But she felt to other, more powerful forces almost upon her, and coming
closer. She didn't know wether they were friend or foe, but it was safer to asume
the worst in a situation like hers. She sighed and wondered how she could have
possibly gotten into this mess. The two planets from which her heritage came from
had been blown up, so she had no real home planet, except from Vorna, which was
far away from here. She had no living family anymore, no friends. No one she
could or would count on to help. Just perfect she thought miserably. I'm twelve years
old, without any friends or family, and running from what is now the most evil being
in the universe. And I can't run forever. If I don't get help, I'm gonna get caugh one
of these days. She glanced right. Nobody.
She glanced left. Yikes! Two teenagers! That really wasn't the main problem, though.
The thing was, they were the powerlevels she had sensed, and they were running right for her!
"Oh shit," she said. "Just what I need." She watched them approach. The one in
front had purple hair, about shoulder length. Regular, everyday Earth clothes...
but he had a scouter! She bit her lip. Only King Cekor's men and Saiyans knew
how to create scouters... and Freeza and his goons, but they're all dead... and
there aren't even anymore half Saiyans, I'm the only one left... The one behind
the purple haired guy was wearing baggy orange clothes, and had black hair.
They both have a good build... and they aren't here to chat.
Trunks and Goten skidded to a half a few feet away from the tall girl they had
asociated the powerlevel to. She had crouched down into a defensive position,
and her ki was rising quickly. "Don't come any closer," she growled at them.
She had the look of a trapped animal, ready to go down fighting. "I don't know
who you are, but I don't want any trouble. Just go away and let me be." People
were backing up as the girl's hair, which seemed to have been chopped short
recently, began to lift, and the sligh breeze became entrapped and began to
swirl around her.
"Yo, kid," Trunks said. "We don't want to fight. We just came to see who you are.
Honest."
The powerful pre-teen seemed to relax a bit, but didn't let down her gaurd. Her ki
let go of the breeze, and it scuttled away from it. "So, what's your story?" she
nearly snarled. "I got enough people chasing me already. Out with it."
"I picked up on you power a little while ago, so I—" Trunks began, but he was cut
of by a sudden series of screams. He saw the girls dart to the left across the street
and widen dlightly, so he looked to the direction she was staring at.
"What the..." Goten began, but he trailed off.
What the,' was right. Six aliens with green boby armour stepped through the
sizeable gap they had made in a building. The shining green armour covered their
craniums right down to their eyebrows, which hovered over menacing eyes of a
sickly green.
The one in front spoke in a voice that carried across the street. "Which one of you
is the girl named Rasanay Gaurdian?"