Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z nor its characters. Angela (Angie), Jess, Lucien, Jeff and "Kara/Sakura/Jules" are mine.
This is a rewrite of the original version "Discoveries." This version is more in depth, and will be longer. You can still read the first version here: s/12206375/1/Discoveries
Anyway! On with the story!
~Raven
"Hey, Kara. You ready?" asked Android Seventeen. He had flown us to a deserted island way out in the middle of the ocean. I didn't know how to fly yet, so he obliged. It was Saturday, and the sun was shining rather brightly. I smirked as we stretched.
"Hell yea! You know I'm always up for a good spar! Good stress relief, after all.." I replied, my smirk dissolving into a grin. I melted into a few of the stretches he'd taught me over the years, and smirked at my flexibility.
After a few minutes, we stood and poised for our spar. Seventeen smirked as we got into position. We flew at each other, and attacked with kicks and punches. Blocking one of his kicks, I smirked as I retaliated with a roundhouse of my own. He smirked back, and caught my foot, pulling me off balance. I jumped up, did another roundhouse, twisting my body into the kick, then followed with a back hook, knocking him down. As he stood, I smirked, and jumped into a Hurricanrana move like Evan Bourne and Rey Mysterio's, propelling him into a rock.
"Dayum, Kara!" exclaimed Seventeen as he extracted himself from the dent he'd made in the rock. I grinned.
"C'mon, Seventeen, you're getting slow in your old age!" I teased, bouncing from one foot to the other.
"I'm only a couple years older than you, Smart-ass!" he retorted.
"Yea, but a lot can happen in a year, Seventeen!" I shot back. He sweat-dropped, and flew at me again. I smirked, and our spar continued.
My smirk widened as we exchanged blows at a rapid pace. Roundhouse kick, sidekick, punch, uppercut, back spin hook kick. Punches and kicks flew between us as we exchanged blows. He blocked some of my blows, and hit back, challenging me to speed up, which I willingly did.
Suddenly we both broke apart, and I smirked as he stared at me. Then we continued the spar, becoming more intense. I could feel something welling up inside, but I couldn't explain it. I felt a weird power course through me, and I became more aggressive. Seventeen struggled to defend himself as I sped up, a rather vicious look in my eyes.
As Seventeen powered up, I growled and attacked, surprising the hell out of him, forcing him to go on the defensive. I didn't know what came over me, but I upped the ante a bit more, speeding up again. I hit him harder than ever, making him fly a several feet into a cliff.
"Kara! What the FUCK?!" he demanded as he hit and got buried into the cliff. I was instantly on him, snarling as I kept punching and kicking him further into the cliff. He managed to block most of them, but it was obvious he was tiring. "KARA! Get ahold of yourself!" I blinked for a moment, seemingly regaining control. I stepped back a few paces and waited for him to emerge from the cliff.
Seventeen slowly emerged from the cliff, and regarded me warily. I bit my lip nervously, suddenly unsure of myself. What the hell was happening to me? I looked away from Seventeen's scrutiny, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. He slowly approached me, a concerned look on his face.
"Are you ok?" he asked concerned, gently lifting my chin. I refused to look him in the eye. "Look at me..." I looked up at him, my eye color slowly changing back to hazel from the intense red that had been there during my fit of rage.
"What's happening to me, Seventeen?" I asked, my voice slightly shaking from fear. He shook his head.
"I don't know, Kara," he replied gently. "Maybe we should blow off the rest of the spar and see if Bulma can come up with something," he suggested. I nodded, and we stretched before he flew me to Capsule Corporation.
As we landed, Vegeta, Goku, Gohan, and Future Goten emerged to greet us. Bulma emerged from the large building a few moments later, and raised an eyebrow at Seventeen's ragged appearance, and my torn clothes. Seventeen gently put me down, and tucked a protective arm around my waist, steadying me.
"What happened to you? You look like Hell!" asked Bulma. Seventeen looked a little sheepish, and I looked down with shame.
"Our spar got a little more rough than anticipated," explained Seventeen. Bulma raised an eyebrow, but Seventeen gave her a look that said he didn't want to disclose anymore until the others left. Vegeta rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath as he stalked to the Gravity Chamber, and the others looked at me in concern. I refused to look at any of them in the eye, my eyes trained on the ground.
Bulma motioned for us to follow her into her lab, grabbing a lab coat off the rack on the way. After I'd settled on the lab table, she began to question us about what happened during our spar. Still shaken, I remained silent, forcing her get most of her answers from Seventeen.
"Hmm... Let me run a few tests, ok?" she inquired. I nodded silently and let her poke and prod me, while Seventeen held my hand. He watched while Bulma drew blood, and ran a whole bunch of tests on me and my blood. I laid on the lab table with my eyes closed, grasping his hand tightly, rather frightened of the results and what was happening to me.
A few hours later, she was done, and I woke up from dozing when Seventeen gently shook me. He helped me down off the table, and we joined Bulma at a computer which had several displays showing my DNA, and the test results. I raised an eyebrow at the computer screens in front of us. Bulma sighed.
"I'm sorry, Sakura, I could find nothing wrong with you. Your DNA shows nothing out of the ordinary." She looked tired.
"There must be some mistake! I felt this... weird power coursing through me!" I exclaimed, trying to explain. Bulma shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Sakura, nothing showed up," said Bulma wearily. I sighed, disappointed. Seventeen looked a bit bummed too, but gently led me outside, where I lit a cigarette.
"Something is happening to me, Seventeen," I declared, once we'd gotten out of earshot of the others who were chilling in the backyard. "I.. can't explain it." I sighed. "Please take me back to my dorm... It's almost dinnertime, and I'm hungry."
Seventeen flew me back to campus, and followed me to the Cafeteria across campus, to eat. I was grateful for his presence, since he was the one who witnessed the weirdness during the spar, and had been able to talk me down. We got our food, paid, and sat at one of the many tables scattered around the room.
As we ate, we talked about random things, including the next day's spar. He shook his head at my determination and enthusiasm about sparring. He'd told me before that I had the tenacity of a saiyan, which had made me snort and roll my eyes at the thought. I always thought I couldn't be a saiyan, but now that I'd been more aggressive during our spar, I was beginning to question a lot of things, including my sanity.
Soon we were done with dinner, and we began wandering around campus, talking about random stuff. A small cool breeze swept through the trees, blowing Seventeen's pitch black hair back, revealing perfect ears. I blushed a little at the sight, thinking he was cute, and he smirked back at me, noticing my blush, which made me blush harder. He chuckled softly.
"You're cute when you blush, Kara," he whispered in my ear. I swatted him playfully, blushing brighter.
"Stop it, Seventeen! You are such a flirt!" I mock scolded him, my long dark brown hair falling over my face to hide the blush. He chuckled at my swat, and caught my wrist before kissing my palm, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Only when it comes to you, Kara," he said, winking.
"OI! What do we have here?" called a rather deep masculine voice. I could barely contain the snarl that suddenly built up in my throat. I didn't even have to look to know the owner of that voice was one of the football players who'd hit on me multiple times last semester. Now he had a blonde bimbo on his arm, who laughed at his stupid jokes. He smirked at Seventeen, then scowled at me. "So you turned me down, but you're flirting with this pretty boy? What a slut." Seventeen snarled.
"I'm not the one sleeping with every single sorority girl, and I am a slut? Woow, your perception must be seriously skewed," I retorted before Seventeen could say anything.
"What did you just say?" he demanded. I smirked.
"What's the matter, Jeff, got cum in your ears?" Seventeen stood there snickering softly next to me, while Jeff's face turned a dark crimson color. My smirk widened, then turned into a scowl as Jeff stomped up to me and put his face about six inches from mine.
"You take that back, slut!" he demanded.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelers? I didn't think jocks like you had any. Too much muscle, zero brains." He slapped me across my face, leaving a slightly red hand print on my left cheek, and I started feeling the weird power start to course through me again.
"You take that back, you bitch!" he shouted. I softly emitted an inhuman snarl, just loud enough for him to hear.
"You hit like a girl," I said softly, my eyes slowly changing to red.
'Kill him...' whispered a voice in my head. 'Don't deny your impulses. You know you want to...'
"You're a bitch, Jules. You always were. You're NOTHING!" said Jeff menacingly. I suddenly smirked, and palm-heel struck him in the chest, hard enough to move him back a few feet, but not enough to kill him.
"I may be a bitch, Jeff, but at least I don't have to take meds for all the STDs you have," I snarled.
'Do it...' whispered the voice again. 'You know you've thought about it...'
I started to walk away, then got punched in the face by the chick I'd somehow forgotten about during the confrontation with Jeff. I snarled again, and blocked her second punch, before retaliating with a roundhouse kick to her kidneys, knocking her down. I spit out the blood that had dribbled into my mouth from my bloody nose, and popped my neck.
"Don't fuck with me," I snarled, before walking away, grabbing Seventeen as I walked.
"Are you ok?" asked Seventeen, concerned, then his eyes widened at my red eye color. "Kara.. It's happening again, isn't it." I didn't answer, just kept walking.
"Yea, run you little bitch!" called Jeff. I snarled, kicked up a soda can and ricocheted it off his forehead, knocking him out. My snarl became a smirk as I kept walking. Seventeen whistled softly, impressed.
"Dayum, Kara."
"That little twat's been tormenting me since last semester because I turned him down," I explained. Seventeen shook his head.
"If he comes after you again, you let me know, ok?" he said. I snorted and shook my head.
"Don't worry, Seventeen, I can handle him... and his buddies..." I trailed off. "Well.. Probably," I finished, wincing a little. He handed me a handkerchief for me to wipe my nose. "Thanks," I added, wiping the blood from my nose, and smirking up at him. He chuckled, and looked back over his shoulder at the two figures.
"You really did a number on them," he stated. "I'm impressed. I guess all the training we've been doing has really helped." I snickered softly.
"I wasn't expecting his little twat girlfriend to do that, so I was unable to block her punch." I shrugged. "Oh well, can't always predict those things, right?" He snickered softly.
"C'mon. I'll take you back to your dorm so you can get cleaned up," he suggested. I nodded.
"Yea. Besides. I do kinda need some sleep, right?" He laughed.
"Yes, you do."
Anyway, that's the first chapter! Read n Review! Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! ^_^
~Raven