I do not own any of these characters except for Nira/Mikoto.
A
child taken from her family and raised as a warrior now returns to exact her vengeance
of those who she believed forgot her when reality is twisted. Trunks/OC in chs
to follow.
All My Wonders
Chapter 1
ChiChi hummed to herself as she walked out of the side door to the little house she, Goku, and Gohan lived in for the past three years. Smiling as the sunlight hit her face she lifted the case of wet laundry up as she walked out to the cloths line. She continued to hum as she wrung out the first shirt. It was a perfect day to dry cloths. The sun was shining, air was clean and crisp like it always is after a hard rainstorm, the trees created shade, and the animals in the forest were lively. Just her kind of day, thought the Dino walking in the distance did make her a little concern.
From inside the door two bright onyx eyes watched ChiChi with loving interest before two little hands reached out to catapult across the kitchen floor and onto the grass. Flowing messy black hair clouded the eyes, making the hands stop and lose strength and cause the little imp to fall to the ground.
Hearing a thud ChiChi turned around, "Nira!" she exclaimed as she braced her hands upon her hips and looked down at an infant girl. "Trying to escape like your dad and brother?" she laughed as the child pushed up on chubby little arms and held steadfast.
"Ma!" she cooed happily as she looked up at ChiChi spiky layers of hair messily fell into her face and suck up in the air, while longer layers fell down her back and onto the grass.
She looked exactly like ChiChi, rounded face, shining black hair that radiated a deep purple-blue in the sunlight, and an angled chin. But what was defiantly her father's would be her eyes. The intensity that is held in the child's gaze was impeccable; one look at her and a stranger could tell that Nira was working things out—hopefully she would be intelligent like Gohan. Another thing that stuck out was the brown tail whirling around behind the little girl. It was nothing new to ChiChi or Goku. Goku himself was born with a tail and so was Gohan.
"I don't see why Goku didn't take you to meet his friends too; he could handle Gohan and you by himself for the day. Besides you like him better than me, don't you?" Nira smiled at the cuteness of her mother's coos. "You're just too cute." ChiChi mused as her one year old daughter sat down on the grass and smiled back at her. "Honestly I think I should enter you in a baby contest, win some money so we can send you to school, that way no one in this family has to fight." Quickly she mused of Nira winning the cash prize for being the most adorable girl in the world, first she'd have to run a comb through that messy hair.
Nira frowned at her mother.
"What do you like the idea of Dad fighting?"
"Ma!" she exclaimed.
"Hopeless, what am I going to do with you?" ChiChi shook her head as she turned around to hang more cloths on the line.
She heard Nira start to pull up grass happily. For some reason this child loved to destroy things. Since the day she was born she flailed her arms around, determination in her eyes, she managed to sit in the bassinette and rip things down from nearby counters and tabled. When she learned to crawl, all hell broke loose. Only Goku was able to lift her off of the ground and hold her above everything. She would dart off and create craters in the walls of her bedroom, knock down chairs, even knock down the mighty Ox King. She was rambunctious and strong. Gohan was never like that. But her tail was the true monster. Gohan's tale was no more than and balancing mechanism, he never thrashed it around to grab hold of things or to pull himself up. Nira used it like it was her partner in crime.
"I can only hope you're nothing like your father, having the drive to fight all the time, and the bad idea of time. I hope you can be a quaint little girl and grow up to be an extraordinary exceptional woman and stop all of this destruction, not everything in this world needs to be destroyed." She turned to see Nira holding a little flower she had plucked from the grass, the child looked down at it, her intense eyes examining it.
ChiChi smiled and knelt to the girl, placing her fingers offer the chubby little hand holding the delicate white flower, "like this, such perfection should be admired and loved. There is no rhyme or reason to destroy it. It just deserves to live and be full of wonder." The child's gaze upon the flower seemed to soften at her mother's words, almost as if she could understand her. "Kind of like you, Nira, I know one day you'll shine so brightly, so full of wonders, just like your father. That's what I call his kindness, sacrifice, and selflessness; his wonders! "
"MA!" Nira quickly pulled her arms away from ChiChi and pulled the flower apart.
"Oh well, you are only an infant." ChiChi rolled her shoulders, "Its not like you understand the deep meaning do you? Who's a cute girl!?" standing she turned once again to hang more laundry as she listened to Nira pull up more grass. ChiChi hung three more of Goku's shirts before she noticed that Nira had quieted. "Did you fall asleep?" She turned to only see a flash of light where Nira had been sitting, and then a loud zapping noise filled her ears.
"Nira!" ChiChi shouted as she stumbled back discombobulated. She closed her eyes as the light subsided. With a blink or two she managed to see again, making out shapes and colors. Her hands trembled as she could not make out Nira's shape. "Nira!" ChiChi screamed as her vision got better. "Where's my baby?" she ran around the yard looking where Nira could have hidden.
"Nira!"
The child did not answer like she always did to her name.
"Nira?"
Silence was all she heard from inside the forest and inside the house.
"MY BABY!" ChiChi screamed as she collapsed to the ground, she lay facing the sky as she remembered the light that had overtaken Nira.
"That light seemed cold and cruel."
'Darkness seems welcoming and benevolent.'
"So that's my mother?" a young girl asked as she stood before a dark pool of water, the image reflecting was that of ChiChi, doing laundry happily. "She doesn't even seem distressed that I am gone." Her voice was small and soothing, but contradictory to her stance. She stood before the levitating bowl of water in an aggressive stance, arms crossed over her chest, feet abrasively connecting to the ground, back curved in agitation. Purple Ki surrounded her body in the dark, illuminating her featured. Infant Nira had grown into this child.
She looked up at the old man standing to her side shrouded by a dark cloak with a golden insignia imprinted to the hood. Her choppy bangs fell into a mess around her forehead, the long layers at the back spiky around her shoulders. Brows lowered down in anger as her tail tightened around her waist, keeping her in check so she may not explode in fury at the image of her happily content mother.
Waving a hand the man released dark Ki into their air around the pool, blurring the image. "She is not. She left you in the woods by yourself as an infant. If it wasn't for me you would be dead, Mikoto. An uncaring mother and father…" The hand waved again and the pool bubbled in the darkness until Goku's image appeared, training with Gohan. "Such a family is disgusting, unattached to their infant all those years ago. They care more for their despicable planet and human friends than they do for their youngest child. Your destiny belongs here; you will one day shine with the power of your ancestors, and become the most powerful Saiyan in history."
"You did the right thing, master, I am better off here serving you and the elders." Her gaze locked on the young boy, who was receiving attention from an apparently doting mother and father, hugs, pats, and encouragement. Her bother was a weak, spoiled, filthy, half-breed brat. "When can I kill him? When can I kill Gohan and destroy that filthy planet!"
"In time my girl. Become stronger, quicker, and smarter. Tomorrow your training intensifies."
"Yes, master." She bowed her head as her shrouded master turned and walked into the darkness.
Mikoto took another look at 'her' family, the ones that forgot her, abandoned her, and treated her like an animal. Unbinding her tail from her waist Mikoto bit her lip as rage bubbled into her skin, her eyes sharpening on the happy family, uncaring, filthy, and unknowing to the hell she would one day unleash against them. If only they loved her enough to watch over her eight years ago, as loving parents should have. Shaking that thought away Mikoto scowled. "Eight years too late, mother. I will unleash a fury upon you that will rival the gods'." From within her chest a powerful roar erupted as she swung her tail down onto the bowl of water crushing it. Ki was palpable around her as she stood in anger, her fists knotting tightly, her nails poking crescent holes into the skin of her hand, drawing blood.
She turned away from the bowl as her anger subsided, "Nira, hmm?" she mused at her former name. "Disgustingly human, doesn't even suit me." She scoffed as she too walked off into the darkness.
My first DBZ fic; when compared to my Naruto one; A little short for a beginning but that's what happens.
So let's clear this up.
Nira is the daughter of Goku and ChiChi, she is two and a half years younger than Gohan. Around the same time Ratiz comes to earth the infant Nira is kidnapped in plain sight by a bolt of lightning.
Eight years later in another place Nira has been given the new name Mikoto and is seemingly being raised as a warrior and with the knowledge that she is Saiyan.
There is going to be a time skip next chapter with flash backs to fill in what im skipping. The Trunks paring comes later, much later.
Enjoy and review please.
