KimiruMai, thanks for your tips, they were really, really useful. No, seriously, they were.
And BTW, Gohan still has his tail because Vegeta never cut it off in my world. :D
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Akira Toriyama (First I thought he was a guy, then a girl, then I found out he was a guy,) owns everything.
Language: For Saiyan-go, I'm using Latin, and for Kyuu's language I'm using Haitian Creole.
Kyuu was silent, drawing her knees up to her, then placing the side of her head on her knees.
"Miren." she said quietly, her tail swishing quietly behind her, not making any sounds as the rain continued to pound from the heavens.
What have I done to deserve this?
"I'll kill them." she muttered again, squeezing her fists tighter and tighter, nails pricking her skin, until blood was drawn out, making her stop to quietly examine the damaged area. A quiet cat-like growl came from the 11-year olds mouth, and her tail lashed out in arcs behind her and she felt the hair on her head spike up a little bit.
Just like Mr. Cat. from back then.
I guess I really am a monster. Normal people don't have animal-ears or tails. Normal people grow attached to people with silver hair and blue eyes with similar features to you. Normal people don't spend every second dreaming up ways to torture and kill someone. Normal people don't kill everyone when they go crazy.
Normal people aren't crazy.
Dipping her head back, Kyuu closed her eyes as she raised her head upwards and opened her mouth, letting the rain drop into her dry mouth, knowing she would regret it later if she didn't hydrate herself now. The rain hid her tears as well, an added benefit.
Do monsters cry?
No. Monsters do not cry.
Then what does that make me?
You are not a monster. You are a princess.
Monsters can't be princesses. Monsters are only killers and freaks, like the scientists told me.
You believe the two bastards?
No. They reek of deception and lies. But they might have been correct on that part.
Remember Miren. She was the same as you. But she wasn't a monster, was she?
Miren was an angel bathed in blood and dragged down by devils to hell. She was never a monster. She was a seraph.
She told you that you weren't a monster but a princess.
I might have once been one, but that title means nothing now.
But Miren-
Miren wanted to protect me. She was trying to sweeten the truth, but I could tell she just wanted to protect me. She was too nice.
You not who you think you are. You are a princess.
Talking to myself is the first sign of madness. Kyuu sagged, her head dropping back forwards as she fell to the damp earth and curled into a ball.
You aren't talking to yourself, Kyuru.
Kyuu's eyes snapped open as a familiar scent flooded her nostrils, and she bolted upwards, eyes wide as she searched to and fro with her eyes, the rain making it harder to see the person she wanted to see so badly. Jumping to her feet, her tail swinging around as her ears turned up, listening through the rain.
"Miren!" to any other person, the creature would seem like a mentalist. "Miren?!" her ears flattened as her tail sagged and only the tip swung.
"...Miren?" she whispered, falling to her knees as the scent left, and she realized no-one was there. Her hands grew into balls, yanking out tufts of grass as tears trickled out of her eyes and down her face for the second time that day.
I'm going crazy.
Immersed in her misery, Kyuru didn't notice the flash of aqua behind her, only turning as the dart hit the side of her. Growling, she ripped it out, the madness taking over her. Three more darts hit her, and she roared before her eyes rolled up into her head, and she fell to the ground, twitching.
...I'm sorry I left you behind like this, Kyuru.
Gohan finished off the last of his homework, placing his pencil down as he listened to the steady drum of the rain outside his house. planting an elbow on his desk as he put his chin on his hand, his free hand drumming onto the desk quietly.
"Gohan!" his mother called up to him, and he leaned a bit towards her voice, closing his eyes for a few moments as the smell of food drifted up to him. "Dinner's ready! come down now!"
"Yes mother!" he called back, resting a bit before getting up quietly, pushing his chair back in and re-arranging his work so it looked neater, and then running quietly out of his room and downstairs, trying to be as quiet as possible, but still loud enough for his mother to know he was coming.
As per usual, a huge lot of food was laid upon the table, and as usual as well, his father was already there, pigging out while his mother was yelling insults about how he was acting.
Quietly, Gohan slipped into a chair, carefully taking a plate of food as chowing it down, used to the scene unfolding before him.
Three, two, one...
"Goku, are you even listening to me?" Chi Chi demanded, hands on her hips, one of them twitching like they yearned to grab the frying pan that was constantly by her side.
"Sorry Cheech," his father rubbed the back of his head, Goku-style, and chuckled nervously. "I guess Gohan really didn't inherit the brains from my side, huh?"
Chi Chi opened her mouth, then closed it, a frown coming onto her face before she reddened as she realized the compliment.
Mother, you know by now father would never insult you. Gohan thought mindlessly, going through his third plate of ramen, placing the now-empty bowl onto the stack that was steadily growing as he grabbed a bunch of dumplings. So why are you always so pleased and surprised when he does?
"I...I...Brains..." his mother spluttered, the red so apparent even a blind man could see it, yet Goku didn't seem to notice at all, cocking his head to the side like a puppy.
No offense mother, but this was only touching the first time. Gohan suppressed a yawn, instead choosing to chug down his glass of water. It kind of doesn't even make sense anymore.
"Cheech?" his father reached for her hand, looking worried. "Are you alright?"
"I...I...ARGH!" Chi Chi shrieked, twirling on her heel and ran out of the room, the arousal drifting off her enough to know that Goku had been forgiven yet again. Muttering under his breath, Gohan collected his plates and spoon and fork, balancing his cup and chopsticks on the top, padding quietly into the kitchen, then putting then down in the sink.
A phone rang in the house, and he heard his father move, and then his ki re-appeared somewhere else in the house and he heard talking.
Straining his ears to hear what was going on, Gohan walked upstairs to his room.
"...yeah, I found her in a field. Right now I'm in my car, and I'm nearly home."
Bulma Briefs, aqua-haired, Caribbean eyed heiress to Capsule Corporation, a literal genius, and his fathers long time best friend. Why is she on the phone? When Bulma wants to talk she usually runs into our house or invites us over to hers.
"And you're saying she has... a tail?" his fathers hushed tones did nothing to hide what he was saying from his son. Apologizing mentally, Gohan frowned. A tail?!
"Not only that, she has ears too. Two sets of ears. Normal ones, and a pair that look like cat ears. You guys have to come over tomorrow and meet her."
"What's she like?" Gohan smiled quietly at the excitement in his fathers voice. "Is she strong?"
"I'm not sure yet. And she's unconscious, and by the way she was reacting earlier, I don't think she'll be friendly. Thankfully, if anything goes wrong I have Mirai Trunks and the Bad
Man to help me." a giggle. "Yeah, I think two Super-Saiya-Jin's will do fine."
"Well, I'll be over there tomorrow with Gohan and Chi Chi. Gohan, go tell your mother." Goku said cheerily, and Gohan stiffened as he realized he had been caught. Shuffling out of his
room, he searched for his mothers ki and found it in his parents room, then stopped and listened back into the conversation.
"...around Gohan's age, yeah. And man, she is fu- I mean, freaking beast!"
"Bulma, you already said that."
"Well, see you tomorrow then?"
"Yeah, okay."
Gohan pondered over the meaning of beast. A gross creature...maybe? He shivered. I'd better be ready to see some serious ugly tomorrow.
"Mother!" he ran on to Chi Chi's ki, quickly relaying to tale to her. "And we need to go tomorrow."
Chi Chi was still a little red-faced and very emotional for some reason he was realized after focusing harder on his mother, then checking her ki twice.
"Alright sweetie." she brushed the hair off his forehead and kissed it, making him squirm like a average 11-year old child. "Go run along. Mommy will be there in the morning."
Gohan gave her a quick hug then walked slowly to his room again, day-dreaming about the approaching day.
"Goku!" Bulma flung her arms around her biffie, grinning at her scowling husband who happened to be shooting daggers at 'Kakkarotte.'
"Go!" a little Trunks crawl-walked over, pulling at Goku's pant sleeve. Gohan stuck with his mother, smiling at the blue-haired heiress as she released his father and shot him a grin, turning his head to see Mirai Trunks walking over.
"Gohan." M. Trunks walked over with a surly looking Vegeta, smiling widely. "High five!"
The two teenagers fived, and Goku walked over and tried to high five Vegeta as well, earning himself a growl from the Saiyan Prince.
"Oh shut up, you." Bulma sauntered over and flicked Vegeta on the nose, all smiles. "Come on people! We have to hurry if we want to see her before she wakes up."
"Where's... Chibi Trunks?" Gohan muttered.
"Sleeping in a cot with grandmother. In a high security room designed by mother. With grandfather nearby. And me and father on the alert, in case anything happens." M. Trunks muttered under his breath quickly, playing with his hair with one hand un-consciously.
"Why go through so much precaution?" Gohan asked in a low tone.
"We're dealing with an un-known creature. For all we know, the minute it wakes up, it could attack anyone of us, or explode like a time-bomb and kill all the humans in here." M. Trunks clarified, then shivered. "And probably present me too."
"...My mom's pregnant, you know." Gohan turned his head slightly to M. Trunks. "If she dies, so will my baby brother." the thought made him shudder.
"I know." Trunks said thoughtfully. "I could sense the extra ki coming from her. If you want, we could send her to that room with present me and grandmother..."
"We could." Gohan agreed, lowering his voice as he realized he was talking louder and louder. "But she probably wouldn't leave."
"Probably." M. Trunks sighed. "Your mother can be as stubborn as mine sometimes."
"We're heerreee!" Bulma sang, sweeping her arm out at a huge metal door with a panel at the side. She punched in a few numbers, then the doors slid open soundlessly.
"Be very quiet." M. Trunks muttered to him, floating a few cm over the ground, and Gohan followed suit, poking his father painlessly in the ribs, gesturing to his feet. Goku nodded, and picked his wife up by the waist wordlessly, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the door slide close and Vegeta stepped off the ground.
"She's here." Bulma said quietly, and Gohan looked over and nearly gagged.
Bulma was being held closely to Vegeta no freaking Ouji, the freaking I-do-not-mingle-with-low-class-trash Saiyan Prince, and if not for the glare of death and torture promising aura the man radiated, Gohan was sure he would have smiled and then probably burst into laughter.
Goku smiled widely, and Chi Chi was openly giving the aqua haired genius a thumbs up. Looking over, he saw M. Trunks suppressing a chuckle as well.
They came to yet another room, and then another, and then another.
Finally they entered a pure white room, and in it, lay a glass container. Bulma reached up to the wall and pushed a button, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She gripped for Vegeta's hand with the other, and smiled inwardly when they made contact.
Mist flowed out the moment the glass coffin opened, and the whole room was engulfed for a moment before the mist cleared.
Gohan made his way over slowly, getting ready to power-up if anything bad happened.
The next thing he saw rocked his world view.
Sleeping with a serene look on her face, a girl with pale skin and pale blond hair that resembled his when he went Super Saiyan 2 lay there, the long and soft-looking cat ears on her head twitching every now and then as the tight white body-shirt that faintly reminded him of Vegeta's spandex but had two dark lines running down the side of it and form-fitting pant that didn't manage to hide the pale tail that drifted off from under her body, and very much like her tail, twitched every second or so.
Crap. he thought. I didn't prepare myself for... this.
Then, very much like the fairy tale or dream he thought he had gotten himself somehow into, the girl opened her eyes slowly, deep orange tones that reminded him of pumpkins. She looked up at him, eyes seeming to widen in tune with his cheeks pink state.
The next thing the girl did however, jolted him out of his dream-like state, shoved him out of the fairy tale, and out-right kicked him in the face. Letting out a growl, the girl's eyes seemed to flash red as she tried to get up, teeth bared in an animal-like way.
Only then did he see the ki restraints on her hands and legs, holding her down while they drained her of her strength. Gohan bit his lip, squeezing one hand tight to stop himself from reaching out to yank off one of the ki restraints on her, instead choosing to stare aimlessly towards her instead.
Kyuu opened her eyes slowly, her blurred vision coming to focus on one thing. She saw a boy about her age, watching her, eyes slightly wide.
Black, spiky hair that was cropped near his neck, and bright black eyes. Bright black eyes. she thought for a second. How is that possible? But however she looked at it, the boy did have bright black eyes, something that surprised her. The scientist with the glasses had black eyes as well. she remembered the coal-black eyes that drilled into her while his mouth worked insults at her and he conducted tests on her body. But these eyes are... different. I like these kind of eyes.
Then she remembered all the events from the night before, and she picked up the scent of other people and realized she was being held captive here. A low, guttural growl that she had copied from Miren rumbled in her throat, and she bared her teeth as she tried to break free. Not stopping her assault, she looked over to see something like the metal cuffs that she had back in her cell strapped to her wrists and ankles, holding her down.
"Touye ou." Kyuu growled, and winced inwardly at the dryness in her throat, making her speech sound raspy. "Mwen pral touye noue tout."
"Bra, fèmen bouch ou." a voice growled, and a man walked forwards that she didn't recognize. But his attire and attitude was enough to give away who he was and what he was, not to mention the fact that he knew her language.
"Saiyan." she spat out, eyes narrowing as she took in the size and shape of the man and recognized him. "Prince Vejta."
"Princess Kyuru." he replied as venomously, and for a brief second Kyuu wondered where his tail had gone. A twisted growl-smile drifted onto her lips, and she ripped her hands forwards, breaking off the damn restraints.
She gave them all death glares before speaking again, tentatively this time. "You're with humans."
"Uhhmmmm," a voice said, and Kyuu turned her head.
And saw Miren standing there, her silver hair for some reason an aqua blue. She had somehow gotten rid of her ears and tail as well, Kyuu realized with a second glance. Just like Miren. Yet, the tone and hair-colouring was different. Kyuu bit her lip. This was not Miren. This was-
"Hello there." the Miren-look alike gingerly held out her hand, a meek smile on her face. "I see you've already met my husband, Vegeta. My name is Bulma Briefs, the scientist who brought you here."
Scientist. the snake in her head whispered, and Kyuu could feel the invisible chains wrapping around her and pulling her down all over again. Wants to cut you open and use you. Wants to do what they nearly did to Miren. Wants to kill you. Never trust.
Roaring, Kyuu ripped off the ankle restraints as well, tearing past Prince Vegeta and lunging atop the Miren look-alike, pinning her down with her hand over her neck, her tail lashing angrily behind her as she saw red, nails becoming sharpening unconsciously as her lips curled back over her canines, ears sharpening as she listened for any attacks.
"Kite fi a ale." Prince Vegeta's voice was an dark void of anger. "Kounye a."
"Se pou tèt mwen fè yo touye?!" Kyuu's snarl turned into a crazy giggle. "Li pa enpòtan, fè li? Mwen pral mouri swa fason. Mwen kite ale nan li, ou touye m '. Mwen touye l ', koulye a, mwen swa mouri oubyen jwenn chase desann pa ou nèg epi mouri yon lanmò menm plis terib. Mwen pral mouri, mwen pral mouri.."
Kyuu watched with gleeful eyes as Prince Vegeta powered up, wind exploding in ripples around him as his hair turned gold and his eyes teal."Mwen pral touye ou, Caztan kras. Mwen pral touye ou dousman epi gwo soufwans." Inside the hole that was Kyuu's heart, a single tear trickled out of her eye and down her cheekslowly. In her heart she was still pure and innocent to all the evil in her soul.
"Mwen pral touye yon sèl sa a byen vit, Lè sa a." Kyuu turned to look at 'Bulma,' and saw Miren lying there, twitching as spasm racked her body. A picture flashed through her mind, and she fell to the ground, curling up in a ball as her tail fell limp around her waist.
Miren, lying on the ground, her breathing husky and her pupils dilated, her hair limp as the dried blood stuck to her scalp and body, the stench of death rising into the atmosphere around her already. Tears trailing out of her eyes helplessly, Kyuu shook Miren continuously, but it only added to the young adults suffering, re-opening wounds that had started to self-heal themselves. Hands covered in blood, eyes blurry with tears, Kyuu tried to move Miren again, but when she coughed blood, Kyuu froze. The spasms that had wrecked her body earlier were so similar to the ones going on right here.
"Mwen regrèt, mwen regrèt." Kyuu shivered, eyes wide as she bit her lip. "Kite m 'pou kont, kite Miren pou kont li ..."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw 'Miren' get up and run to Prince Vegeta, tears falling out of her eyes as she hugged him, showing warmth and emotion, something she had missed for a long amount of time ever since Miren's death, two years ago. Someone was walking over to her.
Prince Vegeta.
And he looked angry.
Go on then, kill me. I've been on this Earth for too long...
"Leave her alone, Vegeta." someone stepping in front of her. Through her eyes, she saw the back of a head. A familiar looking head. The boy who had been staring at her with that strange shade
of red on his cheeks, and jumped back when she broke free. Why was he here?
"Brat, get out of my way." Prince Vegeta snarled. "The creature you are protecting is an un-stable life-force that needs to be put out."
"Like you weren't either!" the boy snapped back, spreading his hands. "Look at her! She's scared senseless. She won't hurt anyone."
"Brat, you didn't know her race like I did." he growled. "She hurt my mate. The Caztan were a race that ruled above others, and though they didn't hurt anyone on purpose, when they do attack, they kill their target. They always kill their target."
"She didn't. You should know that she probably isn't capable of killing Bulma, either. Look what happened when she looked back at her." the boy's tone softened as he glanced back at her.
"Come on 'Geta." a taller man who looked like a Saiyan came up and put his hand on Prince Vegeta's shoulder. "Give the kid a chance."
"Kakkarotte..." Prince Vegeta growled, swatting the hand away. "The child-"
"Exactly. She's a child." Kakkarotte chided. "Around Gohan's age too. We don't have to worry at all."
"Kakkarotte, most Caztan are stronger than Frieza's 4th form at 7 years." Prince Vegeta said blankly. "Now think again, is the girl really worth it?"
"Gohan thinks so." Kakkarotte rubbed the boy's tufty hair fondly.
Kyuu just closed her eyes, not wanting to hear anything else, a small part of her happy she hadn't died yet.