This is set right in the World Martial Arts Tournament, but follows a whole different plot line. Shin and his friend (still can't remember what the hell his name is!), as well as Yamma and Spapovich, are NOT THERE!! The arrival of my new character has TOTALLY warped the time line, so GET USED TO READING THIS! IT ALL WORKS OUT IN THE END! Anyways, on to the fic!
* * *
DISCLAIMER: I do not own DB/Z/GT. I wish, but no. I currently don't own anything, so if you wish to sue me, you would be very unsatisfied with the results.
Lillith Nightdemon ^-^
It's Better Off Unknown
She moved gracefully in and out of the crowds, like she glided instead of walked. Men and women alike turned to watch her disappear into the mobs surrounding the arena; her blue hair tied into a loose ponytail, and her dark sunglasses glinting in the summer's sun.
The strange tunic she wore covered her figure, but most came to the conclusion that she was competing, and most would-be challengers hoped they'd never enter a ring with her.
Such were the thoughts of Gokuu, as the Z fighters passed her on the upper level of the stands, where only challengers were allowed; she was looking down on the ring that would soon hold fighters both young and old.
" Wow . . . She looks tough!" he said in a low voice to Piccoro, the tall, green Namekian walking nearby. Piccoro grunted, and then followed his gaze to the blue-haired woman.
" . . . There's nothing in the air that would suggest she's powerful. Leave her be, Gokuu, you'll beat her like all the others." He assured him, and turned back as Klilyn, in the lead, halted at a spot not too far away. Vegeta smirked at the fleeting expression of uncertainty on Gokuu's face.
" What's wrong, Kakarot? Getting nervous?" he sneered.
" No, not particularly, Vegeta. Look, the young fighters are coming out!" he suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the long line of the competitors filed itself along the length of he stone ring.
" Hey! There's Trunks and Goten! Hey guys!" Klilyn jubilantly called out, waving like a madman. The two half-Saiyans either ignored him, or didn't hear the short human friend of theirs. Vegeta just `humph-ed as 18 shushed them and the junior event began . . .
She didn't know why she was here. Too many humans.
She didn't like humans all that much, but she had to do something, anything to get her mind off her dearest friend's disappearance, which happened exactly (on that very day) four year ago. This-this "World's Martial Arts tournament would be adequate enough. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a tall, spiky-haired man glance in awe at her as he passed with his posse, to confer with the Namek beside him.
A Namek . . . Here? I know the Guardian's a Namek, but what could this one be doing over here? She wondered, peeking over the rim of her sunglasses at him. Peculiar. Very peculiar.
Her attention was diverted by the young fighters coming into the ring below. Reaching up, she brushed a couple chunks (her hair didn't fall in wisps like other hair!) of blue hair out of her eyes, and let her black tunic fall back to expose her whole left arm. It was a strange color for her people, her hair. Black at the roots and tips, but ultramarine blue in between.
After years and years of battle against what remained of the Tyrant's - Frieza's--army in distant galaxies, though, she'd learned that how they fought was far more important that what they looked like.
The fighters to her side looked strong, even she had to admit that both the tall and short men could stand a fighting chance against her, a seasoned warrior.
That man . . The short one, with the hair shaped as the flames of Hell themselves,. . He was familiar.
With an inward start, she realized who exactly that glaring man was, and began silently swearing in all the languages she'd learned along the years. Well, my friend, we'll finally get to see whom his mightier. Beware,. . Sheia is here again, and this time, ten times stronger!
" And the winner of the Junior Event is . . . Trunks Briefs!" the blonde announcer cried into the mike, his loud and awful voice hurting Sheia's sensitive ears, which were, by the way, slightly pointed.
" . . . Stupid human, I can hear you loud and clear!" she grumbled to herself, and then picked up the bragging of the flame-haired man.
" So sorry, Kakarot, but the best son won! Ha HAH!"
" Oh, Goten did well, Vegeta, and that's all that really matters!" Kakarot replied to Vegeta's sneer. Sheia straightened up abruptly at that.
" That's your SON?" she demanded, moving closer to them. Vegeta glared at her.
" What would you do with that information, woman?" he spat, and Sheia gritted her teeth almost painfully.
" You must be proud, man; not many boys have the opportunity to become the Junior Champion." She retorted, watching with satisfaction as Vegeta's cheeks reddened slightly in anger.
" He will get stronger, mark my words, woman! Are you entering the tournament?" he demanded. He, too, had noticed her, and though he was sure he'd never seen her in his life, she was vaguely familiar. She snorted derisively.
" I would've thought an observant man such as yourself would have come to that conclusion already, as most of the others have." She replied coldly.
" Going for the title, are you?" the blonde woman (who seemed to be a human. Sheia automatically disliked her) asked, speaking up for the first time. Sheia waved a hand dismissivly.
" There is no competition here, I will win it easily. The challengers are all weaklings, unable to throw a punch worth stopping."
" You seem quite confident in your abilities." The Namek stated,
" I am confident in my abilities because they will not fail me. I will win!" she declared before stalking off, her walk purposeful, for the area of the qualified competitors.
Klilyn whistled softly as she sauntered off.
" Wow, whatta temper!"
" It's not her temper, it's her pride, which will shatter as soon as I defeat her!" Vegeta told them, clenching and unclenching his fist as Gohan and Videl came running up.
" Hey dad! Sorry we're late!" the oldest child of the Son household cried. Klilyn glanced at Videl, the shorter, black-haired girl beside him, gave her a look-over, and grinned slyly.
" Oh, I get it!" he replied, and watched in amusement as Gohan's cheeks went a livid pink.
" No, no Klilyn! It's nothing like that!" he corrected hurriedly, flailing his arms madly. Klilyn just gave him an impish look, which was quite easy seeing as he had no nose.
" Well, how `bout we go? I don't think I wanna watch; it'll be too painful." Gokuu suggested. He was referring to the exhibition match between Hercule, supposed defeater of Cell, not to mention "Strongest Man in the World", and Trunks. He was right: it would be too painful to watch.
Videl gawked, her and the other fighters (save Piccoro) missing the look of confusion that flitted across Gokuu's face.
" My father would never hurt Trunks that bad!" she protested.
No one noticed Piccoro and Gokuu having a little hushed conversation of their own, or the puzzled look on the Saiyan's face.
" Videl, that's not what they're talking about."
" . . . - Seen stronger houseplants in all my time here! . . . -" was all Videl heard from Vegeta before Gohan began flailing again and assuring her that the Z gang was the biggest bunch of comedians he'd ever seen. Videl just rolled her eyes.
" I knew that water was chemical-based!" she muttered to herself as she tuned out and focused on the arena to wait for her father to come out.
. . . . After the absolutely humiliating loss of Hercule's, we find Gokuu and the two other Saiyans inhaling the food put out in front of them. Meanwhile, Klilyn explored, knowing very well that Gokuu was only about a quarter full and it would be a while before he would be missed.
Klilyn was just peering around to see what was in another stone building, when her felt a hand press on his shoulder. He looked around (and up), to see the fierce-looking blue-haired woman with blue hair.
" I doubt you would want to go in there, little man: that's the woman's spa." She told him in her haughty voice, like this was to be expected from a human.
" Oh . . . Thanks, I guess. So, you are competing?" he ventured timidly. She seemed powerful enough to turn him inside out and hang him out to dry on a clothesline. She nodded, and he grew bolder, " Well, I don't usually say this to people who look like they can take care of themselves, but watch out for Vegeta. He seems to have a grudge against you or somethin'." He declared. She threw her head back and laughed, a hearty, pleasant sound to hear.
" Believe me, little human senshi, he has every right to bear a grudge against me, but he still has yet to find out why! I will be fine, little warrior; I can hold my ground." She said, before turning the corner and sauntering into the women's spa.
Klilyn watched the spot where she'd last been, trying to figure out what the heck that meant, before speeding back to the Z gang.
* * *
Everyone parted from the eating house, all relatively full, and made their way to the place where they would draw their numbers, to find every other challenger already there. Including the woman.
She watched them as they entered, her eyes behind their covers never leaving them. When her name was called, she glided gracefully over to the box and pulled out a number. Number eleven. She was up against that Jewel-person, whoever he was!
She leaned up against a pillar surrounding the courtyard they were in, and tried to think. Why was Vegeta her? Surely he would be in far-off places, looking for fights by now!
Piccoro gazed at her out of the corner of his eye, suspicious. He had lied to Gokuu when he'd said there was no power hanging in the air around her. He was surprised, really, when he realized Gokuu couldn't fell it; the air around her positively reeked of power!
Ignorance is bliss, he thought, like the humans say.
"Sheia", if that was her real name, was powerful, and she had also changed her dark tunic and leggings to dark, semi-baggy pants (similar to the ones Trunks had been wearing when the Z gang had first seen him), a tight, sleeveless blue shirt, and a jean vest. But her glasses remained on her face, covering her eyes. Piccoro wondered what she was hiding behind them . . .
" All right! Now, if you'll just follow me, I'll take you to the preparation room, and we'll soon begin the first match!" the blonde man announced, and jauntily started off. They followed warily, Sheia at the back of the line.
Vegeta looked back, and saw her, walking with all her mysterious glory around her. He figured he'd just defeat her nice and slow, enough to break her spirit and lower her ego a bit, not realizing he was still staring at her. Kakarot nudged him.
" Vegeta, you've got a wife and a son!" he reminded the Saiyan prince. Vegeta went livid.
" So nice of you to realize that, Kakarot! I hope you've remembered you've got a mate of your own, hmm?" he retorted coldly, recalling the other Saiyan had also been staring at her before. There was a brief, unreadable expression that crossed his face, but then it was gone. Vegeta, satisfied that he had won that battle of wits, gazed ahead of him once more as they came to a near-empty room. There were a few blocked-off stalls used as separate washrooms for the men and women, a couple mirrors at the side, and a bunch of sinks with soap near both.
The announcer parted from them after a brief review of the rules, and went out to declare the news of the draw for positions. Klilyn was up first, up against some big guy with darker skin (I doubt anyone paid attention long enough to hear his name!), and then Piccoro was fighting against "Killah", if that so happened to be his opponent's name. Then there was 18 against Gokuu (a match where everyone knew the winner already, though Klilyn still cheered for his wife!), and then Gohan against Vegeta (the odds were so close on that one, no one knew who exactly would come out on top, though I can assure you Vegeta knew he would win it), and then Videl had a match with her father - as unlikely as it may seem
* * *
DISCLAIMER: I do not own DB/Z/GT. I wish, but no. I currently don't own anything, so if you wish to sue me, you would be very unsatisfied with the results.
Lillith Nightdemon ^-^
It's Better Off Unknown
She moved gracefully in and out of the crowds, like she glided instead of walked. Men and women alike turned to watch her disappear into the mobs surrounding the arena; her blue hair tied into a loose ponytail, and her dark sunglasses glinting in the summer's sun.
The strange tunic she wore covered her figure, but most came to the conclusion that she was competing, and most would-be challengers hoped they'd never enter a ring with her.
Such were the thoughts of Gokuu, as the Z fighters passed her on the upper level of the stands, where only challengers were allowed; she was looking down on the ring that would soon hold fighters both young and old.
" Wow . . . She looks tough!" he said in a low voice to Piccoro, the tall, green Namekian walking nearby. Piccoro grunted, and then followed his gaze to the blue-haired woman.
" . . . There's nothing in the air that would suggest she's powerful. Leave her be, Gokuu, you'll beat her like all the others." He assured him, and turned back as Klilyn, in the lead, halted at a spot not too far away. Vegeta smirked at the fleeting expression of uncertainty on Gokuu's face.
" What's wrong, Kakarot? Getting nervous?" he sneered.
" No, not particularly, Vegeta. Look, the young fighters are coming out!" he suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the long line of the competitors filed itself along the length of he stone ring.
" Hey! There's Trunks and Goten! Hey guys!" Klilyn jubilantly called out, waving like a madman. The two half-Saiyans either ignored him, or didn't hear the short human friend of theirs. Vegeta just `humph-ed as 18 shushed them and the junior event began . . .
She didn't know why she was here. Too many humans.
She didn't like humans all that much, but she had to do something, anything to get her mind off her dearest friend's disappearance, which happened exactly (on that very day) four year ago. This-this "World's Martial Arts tournament would be adequate enough. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a tall, spiky-haired man glance in awe at her as he passed with his posse, to confer with the Namek beside him.
A Namek . . . Here? I know the Guardian's a Namek, but what could this one be doing over here? She wondered, peeking over the rim of her sunglasses at him. Peculiar. Very peculiar.
Her attention was diverted by the young fighters coming into the ring below. Reaching up, she brushed a couple chunks (her hair didn't fall in wisps like other hair!) of blue hair out of her eyes, and let her black tunic fall back to expose her whole left arm. It was a strange color for her people, her hair. Black at the roots and tips, but ultramarine blue in between.
After years and years of battle against what remained of the Tyrant's - Frieza's--army in distant galaxies, though, she'd learned that how they fought was far more important that what they looked like.
The fighters to her side looked strong, even she had to admit that both the tall and short men could stand a fighting chance against her, a seasoned warrior.
That man . . The short one, with the hair shaped as the flames of Hell themselves,. . He was familiar.
With an inward start, she realized who exactly that glaring man was, and began silently swearing in all the languages she'd learned along the years. Well, my friend, we'll finally get to see whom his mightier. Beware,. . Sheia is here again, and this time, ten times stronger!
" And the winner of the Junior Event is . . . Trunks Briefs!" the blonde announcer cried into the mike, his loud and awful voice hurting Sheia's sensitive ears, which were, by the way, slightly pointed.
" . . . Stupid human, I can hear you loud and clear!" she grumbled to herself, and then picked up the bragging of the flame-haired man.
" So sorry, Kakarot, but the best son won! Ha HAH!"
" Oh, Goten did well, Vegeta, and that's all that really matters!" Kakarot replied to Vegeta's sneer. Sheia straightened up abruptly at that.
" That's your SON?" she demanded, moving closer to them. Vegeta glared at her.
" What would you do with that information, woman?" he spat, and Sheia gritted her teeth almost painfully.
" You must be proud, man; not many boys have the opportunity to become the Junior Champion." She retorted, watching with satisfaction as Vegeta's cheeks reddened slightly in anger.
" He will get stronger, mark my words, woman! Are you entering the tournament?" he demanded. He, too, had noticed her, and though he was sure he'd never seen her in his life, she was vaguely familiar. She snorted derisively.
" I would've thought an observant man such as yourself would have come to that conclusion already, as most of the others have." She replied coldly.
" Going for the title, are you?" the blonde woman (who seemed to be a human. Sheia automatically disliked her) asked, speaking up for the first time. Sheia waved a hand dismissivly.
" There is no competition here, I will win it easily. The challengers are all weaklings, unable to throw a punch worth stopping."
" You seem quite confident in your abilities." The Namek stated,
" I am confident in my abilities because they will not fail me. I will win!" she declared before stalking off, her walk purposeful, for the area of the qualified competitors.
Klilyn whistled softly as she sauntered off.
" Wow, whatta temper!"
" It's not her temper, it's her pride, which will shatter as soon as I defeat her!" Vegeta told them, clenching and unclenching his fist as Gohan and Videl came running up.
" Hey dad! Sorry we're late!" the oldest child of the Son household cried. Klilyn glanced at Videl, the shorter, black-haired girl beside him, gave her a look-over, and grinned slyly.
" Oh, I get it!" he replied, and watched in amusement as Gohan's cheeks went a livid pink.
" No, no Klilyn! It's nothing like that!" he corrected hurriedly, flailing his arms madly. Klilyn just gave him an impish look, which was quite easy seeing as he had no nose.
" Well, how `bout we go? I don't think I wanna watch; it'll be too painful." Gokuu suggested. He was referring to the exhibition match between Hercule, supposed defeater of Cell, not to mention "Strongest Man in the World", and Trunks. He was right: it would be too painful to watch.
Videl gawked, her and the other fighters (save Piccoro) missing the look of confusion that flitted across Gokuu's face.
" My father would never hurt Trunks that bad!" she protested.
No one noticed Piccoro and Gokuu having a little hushed conversation of their own, or the puzzled look on the Saiyan's face.
" Videl, that's not what they're talking about."
" . . . - Seen stronger houseplants in all my time here! . . . -" was all Videl heard from Vegeta before Gohan began flailing again and assuring her that the Z gang was the biggest bunch of comedians he'd ever seen. Videl just rolled her eyes.
" I knew that water was chemical-based!" she muttered to herself as she tuned out and focused on the arena to wait for her father to come out.
. . . . After the absolutely humiliating loss of Hercule's, we find Gokuu and the two other Saiyans inhaling the food put out in front of them. Meanwhile, Klilyn explored, knowing very well that Gokuu was only about a quarter full and it would be a while before he would be missed.
Klilyn was just peering around to see what was in another stone building, when her felt a hand press on his shoulder. He looked around (and up), to see the fierce-looking blue-haired woman with blue hair.
" I doubt you would want to go in there, little man: that's the woman's spa." She told him in her haughty voice, like this was to be expected from a human.
" Oh . . . Thanks, I guess. So, you are competing?" he ventured timidly. She seemed powerful enough to turn him inside out and hang him out to dry on a clothesline. She nodded, and he grew bolder, " Well, I don't usually say this to people who look like they can take care of themselves, but watch out for Vegeta. He seems to have a grudge against you or somethin'." He declared. She threw her head back and laughed, a hearty, pleasant sound to hear.
" Believe me, little human senshi, he has every right to bear a grudge against me, but he still has yet to find out why! I will be fine, little warrior; I can hold my ground." She said, before turning the corner and sauntering into the women's spa.
Klilyn watched the spot where she'd last been, trying to figure out what the heck that meant, before speeding back to the Z gang.
* * *
Everyone parted from the eating house, all relatively full, and made their way to the place where they would draw their numbers, to find every other challenger already there. Including the woman.
She watched them as they entered, her eyes behind their covers never leaving them. When her name was called, she glided gracefully over to the box and pulled out a number. Number eleven. She was up against that Jewel-person, whoever he was!
She leaned up against a pillar surrounding the courtyard they were in, and tried to think. Why was Vegeta her? Surely he would be in far-off places, looking for fights by now!
Piccoro gazed at her out of the corner of his eye, suspicious. He had lied to Gokuu when he'd said there was no power hanging in the air around her. He was surprised, really, when he realized Gokuu couldn't fell it; the air around her positively reeked of power!
Ignorance is bliss, he thought, like the humans say.
"Sheia", if that was her real name, was powerful, and she had also changed her dark tunic and leggings to dark, semi-baggy pants (similar to the ones Trunks had been wearing when the Z gang had first seen him), a tight, sleeveless blue shirt, and a jean vest. But her glasses remained on her face, covering her eyes. Piccoro wondered what she was hiding behind them . . .
" All right! Now, if you'll just follow me, I'll take you to the preparation room, and we'll soon begin the first match!" the blonde man announced, and jauntily started off. They followed warily, Sheia at the back of the line.
Vegeta looked back, and saw her, walking with all her mysterious glory around her. He figured he'd just defeat her nice and slow, enough to break her spirit and lower her ego a bit, not realizing he was still staring at her. Kakarot nudged him.
" Vegeta, you've got a wife and a son!" he reminded the Saiyan prince. Vegeta went livid.
" So nice of you to realize that, Kakarot! I hope you've remembered you've got a mate of your own, hmm?" he retorted coldly, recalling the other Saiyan had also been staring at her before. There was a brief, unreadable expression that crossed his face, but then it was gone. Vegeta, satisfied that he had won that battle of wits, gazed ahead of him once more as they came to a near-empty room. There were a few blocked-off stalls used as separate washrooms for the men and women, a couple mirrors at the side, and a bunch of sinks with soap near both.
The announcer parted from them after a brief review of the rules, and went out to declare the news of the draw for positions. Klilyn was up first, up against some big guy with darker skin (I doubt anyone paid attention long enough to hear his name!), and then Piccoro was fighting against "Killah", if that so happened to be his opponent's name. Then there was 18 against Gokuu (a match where everyone knew the winner already, though Klilyn still cheered for his wife!), and then Gohan against Vegeta (the odds were so close on that one, no one knew who exactly would come out on top, though I can assure you Vegeta knew he would win it), and then Videl had a match with her father - as unlikely as it may seem