A Warrior's Sister
A\N: Hello Everyone! I'm back! And yes with a new fanfic that I hope you all will enjoy! This month also marks one year of me joining Fanfiction!
Alright, I admit it. I'm feeling a bit uneasy about the responses I'll get for this fic, but hey I was trying to make the whole concept of this overused idea a bit different. Even so, I really hope you at least give it a try. Fanfiction is about imagination so just go ahead and give it a read. Oh & I got the name Anji from some Chinese tea brand, and her Saiyan name, Daikon, is white raddish, if you were wondering.
Regular Dialogue: "Hello." Thoughts: 'Hello' A\N : Hello
1. Kakarot and Daikon
Far deep in the galaxy floated a planet as red as a blood ruby. On that planet lived the Saiyans, a warrior race that had been growing rapidly in strength and numbers.
In the medical area of the planet, a Saiyan male named Tora watched through a clear glass wall as his infant daughter laid motionlessly simply blinking slowly and staring off at a random space. Her dark ebony eyes did not change position. She appeared to be squinting making Tora believe his daughter was born with some sort of birth defect. She was already a weak baby, a power level less than average but still with training he believed his baby daughter had the potential to get stronger. Next to his daughter in another incubator was the son of his best friend Bardock. Little Kakarot was currently asleep.
'What is the matter with you Daikon?' He asked in his head. 'You don't cry, you don't move, you've done nothing but stare into space since your birth.' He leaned forwards and focused on her dark eyes. 'What are you looking at?' He watched her closely for another short moment as she began to shift her eyes, but quickly, they went back into staring at the random space position. Tora grunted lightly and stood up straight, fixing his scouter in the process. "I will see you soon my daughter." And with that said, he walked towards his space pod, where he would travel with the rest of his team to Planet Meat.
A few moments later, Bardock emerged from the medical machine he was placed in after the events that took place on Planet Kanassa. He was greeted by the two scientist of Planet Vegeta, Planthorr and Malaka. They had informed him about his crew going off to Planet Meat. Bardock wasted no time, putting his armor and scouter back on. He rushed down the hall and gasped when he heard the cries of his son, Kakarot. He slowed down his speed and moved back to look at the newborn infant.
'You can see it somehow too.' He said in his mind as he watched his son cry his lungs out. Bardock had been seeing strange visions and he knew Kakarot was feeling the same thing somehow. He glanced over to where Tora's daughter laid, quiet, still and blinking, "but why do I keep seeing her as well?" He asked himself. He tapped the side of his scouter as he focused back on Kakarot. He growled when he read his power level. "Only an average power level, and I thought you were special." He kept his eyes on baby Kakarot for a moment before running off.
...
On Vegeta, the Saiyans are hired to purge planets for a galactic emperor, Frieza in order for the tyrant to rule, or sell them. For planets with a strong race, adults are sent but for the weaker planets, a mere infant can do the job.
"Hey we've got two more to go! Quadrants FX50 and FX51 eh... Kakarot and Daikon." Called one space solider to the other.
All the infants had been moved out of their incubators and into space pods in order to complete a mission. Even a baby Saiyan, with the help of the full moon, can be unstoppable.
"Where are we sending these two?"
"One of them has to go to a planet called Earth..."
Without either of them realizing it, they had both grabbed one of the infants and placed them each in a space pod. Kakarot was in one, and Daikon was in another. The soldiers typed in the coordinates of both pods and stepped back as the hatch closed.
"The pods are a go! Now let's move them out!"
The two soldiers watched through a large window as the two pods flew in the same direction. They glanced at each other curiously.
"Where did you send Kakarot?" One soldier asked the other.
"Earth. Where have you sent Daikon?"
His eyes widened and he looked back to orbit. "Earth... I thought you had sent Kakarot somewhere else."
One shrugged before beginning to walk outside. "That Daikon is the weakest infant I have ever seen. Maybe she will not survive the entire travel."
"Maybe."
...
It was a bright, beautiful day on Mt. Paozu. The sun was shining, the water in the river was running, the birds were singing and the crickets were chirping as Son Gohan was walking around the area. As he was strolling his ears picked up the sound of a loud cry.
"Eh?" He asked himself. He walked towards a bush, and when he passed it he saw a little boy crying his lungs out, and a small girl soundly asleep in a large round space device. "Well what are you two doing out here all alone." He asked, oblivious to the fact that there were space pods in a large crater beside them. Daikon slowly opened her eyes but didn't shift them. Gohan smiled and leaned down picking up both children. He set Daikon in the basket he carried on his back, and held Kakarot from under his armpits making his cries die down instantly. His eyes widened when he saw a furry, brown appendage fall back from under him and hang low. Quickly he chuckled and held the boy close to his face. "What do you know, a tail. Strange fellow. Don't worry I'm a little odd myself, believe it or not." Kakarot suddenly smiled and connected his foot with the side of Gohan's face. "Oh goodness!" Gohan cried. "You should take it easy on me little fellow, I'm old enough to be your grandpa you know." The child began to laugh as Gohan lifted him up and down. He glanced back to little Daikon who was being oddly quiet for a baby. She had leaned her head on his back for rest. After all, she wasn't even born with an average power level. She was as weak and defenseless as a baby could be. This was certainly a weak Saiyan baby. "Hm... What can I call you two..." Gohan said as he looked to Kakarot and lifted him high in the air. "Oh I know!" He moved Kakarot down in front of his face, starring at the boy. How about I call you Goku little fella!" Kakarot smiled, he laughed at the name confirming his approval. He set Kakarot behind him and grabbed Daikon, smiling at the baby but not getting it in return. Her eyes were very large and friendly yet, she wouldn't even look at Gohan. "And you little lady can be... Hm... How about I call you Anji!" She stuffed her hand in her mouth, still not looking at anyone. Gohan chuckled. "Yes. Goku and Anji. I'll take care of the both of you."
...
A few months had passed since Gohan found Kakarot and Daikon and renamed them, Goku and Anji. Gohan was a kind, patient old man but the babies didn't respond well to his kindness. They were downright wild! Especially Goku, who was uncontrollable and unusually powerful for a baby. Anji was more reserved, but Gohan had noticed many strange things about her. For one, her eyes looked cloudy and bright lights such as fire wouldn't catch her attention. Also, she would rub her eyes when she was not sleepy and squint a lot. Her eyes would not follow him when he would hold something up in front of her. Her eyes would just never change from position. None the less, she would destroy things along with Goku when she felt like it.
Gohan was determined to protect these two, no matter how much of a challenge they would be to raise.
It was a sunny day, and Gohan decided to bathe his grandchildren. He pulled out a small wooden barrel and began to fill it with warm water.
"Those two little rascals, I hope they don't break this barrel it's the only one I have left." A few feet away from him, was Goku and Anji who had recently began standing. Because the two of them had been around each other since their short moments on Vegeta, they grew a sort of bond making them comfortable around each other. Goku giggled as he grabbed Anji's arm pulling her up. There was a smile on the toddlers face, as she began to take steps. Goku followed behind her and he began to take faster steps, giggling all the way. Gohan stood up from filling the barrel and looked around the scenery. "Goku! Anji!" He called. His eyes widened upon seeing the two at the edge of a waterfall. He let out a scream of shock and rushed forwards, but his movements were unsuccessful; before his very eyes he watched the two children fall down, hitting their heads against a few rocks before hitting the ground. Goku landed on his head and Anji on her bottom, before she fell out cold on her back. In a matter of seconds the elder reached the bottom, tears falling from his eyes as he stared at his two grandchildren. But he smiled when he saw their tails begin to twitch. "There's still hope."
...
Five years had passed since the 'accident.' After getting nursed back to health by Gohan, Goku and Anji became much more caring and respectful towards the old man. They still lived in his small home on Mount Paozu. Their features remained the same since their births. Anji had lower back length black hair with four curved spikes on the left side of her head and long bangs that usually hung down in front of her face. She had black eyes, and light tan skin.
Anji grunted as she twisted and turned in bed. Because of the limited space in their home, she shared a bed with her brother, Goku. She opened her eyes, as if that made a difference, and turned her head to the left, while beginning to tap her brother.
"Hey Goku wake up." She whispered. The young boy groaned before turning on his side and continuing to snore and drool a pool. Anji let out a breath, blowing her bangs out of her face. Goku slept like a bear during its hibernation. She moved her body to the right and jumped off the bed. She gasped before balancing herself and slowly moving around. She bumped into a few shelves Gohan had which caused them to tip over. "That doesn't sound good..." She mumbled.
"It doesn't look that good either, Anji." She heard the voice of her grandfather say.
She gulped and turned one hundred and eighty degrees, facing her grandfather. "Sorry grandpa."
She felt him place his hand on her head. "What are you doing awake? Did ya have a nightmare?"
She let out a breath and shook her head. "Grandpa, why can't I see anything?"
"Well I'm not sure. Some people are able to see and other people are born blind."
"Well it's not fair." She mumbled softly.
Gohan grabbed her tiny hand in his beginning to lead her outside. "Come with me."
She felt them walk outside a bit far from their home. "Why are we here grandpa?"
"Anji, I want to teach you something a friend of mine taught me." He sat on the ground crisscrossed across from her. "You may not have a visual sense, but you can adapt something else."
She rose an eyebrow while cocking her head to the side in confusion. "What is it grandpa?"
"Listen Anji, feel the vibrations of the earth and become one with it."
The child blinked. "How can I do that?"
"You'll have to practice but if you learn to sense everything around you, you'll be able to see. Not like Goku or I, but the key is to listen, and feel the vibrations of the earth under you..." She faced him with a confused look. He chuckled and rubbed her head. "I will help you practice."
She grinned softly before standing up and wrapping her arms around him.
"I'm happy Goku and I have you grandpa."
And she was happy to have him, until they lost him.
A\N: So this was the prologue so it's kinda short but bear with me peeps! Chapters will get longer. I hope that since I have a blind character it doesn't draw you away from the story but I have reasons for it! (I based her off of a character from another show & I know you all will be able to recognize it lol.) And my imagination is wild! I mean that's what fan fiction is about right? :D if anyone has suggestions let me know! I love hearing from my readers and listening to ideas to help me improve my writing even though I just do this for fun.
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