THE SILENT FIGHTER
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, Akira Toriyama does....(did I spell that right?) I have no rights to the show, don't sue me.
Chapter 1 - Vivta
She stood alone, near the edge of a cliff, listening to her comrads banter back and forth. They were simple minded men: Ri, the youngest, about 17 years-old, 6'2, light brown hair and baby blue eyes. Yiko, 35 years-old, 6'7, dark brown/auburn hair, hazel eyes which fit perfectly with his rugged good looks. Daikon, the shy, kind, handsome one of the group, was 6'5, 33 years-old, firey red hair, with facinating yellow eyes, that seemed to blaze with hidden intellect, and knowing.
The young woman was about 5'12, black hair, grey eyes, with an un-known age, even to her, though she hardly looked a day over 20. She smiled when Ri, and Yiko suddenly lunged at Daikon, pinning him to the ground.
"Hey, Vivta, come on down here!"
Yiko called up to their female leader. Vivta laughed, an evil grin crossed her face as she jumped down, hovering above the ground before she landed.
"Oh, come on, have some mercy!"
Daikon begged, a mocking look on his face, to match his tone of voice. Vivta smiled again, her pale grey eyes watched the three for a moment. Daikon managed to twist his arms free, and he jumped backwards, landing gracefully in his fighting stance. His two male friends prepared to attack. Vivta stopped them, though.
"Guys, I said to pack up, not horse around."
Subdued looks crossed their faces.
"But Gideon isn't here yet!"
Yiko protested. Vivta glowered, and turned towards the woods.
"Where is he? He left an hour ago."
Vivta said as she stalked off, a half glare on her face. She was angry, no doubt about it.
Through the differences their group had, one was shared equally. They all had saiyan tails.
~
When Vegeta was seven, his mother died giving birth to another child. She had a daughter.
Under normal circumstances, the infant would have been killed. This baby girl was the first female born the the Vegeta family line in the past 150 years. That alone gave the king a reason to let his daughter live.
King Vegeta named her Vivta; after their ancesstor who was known as the strongest saiyan to poses a pure heart, and to have surpassed all levels, who had ever lived. Though, no one beleive this story.
Three years later, a now 10 year-old Vegeta watched his little sister playing with some saiba men. She laughed before raising her little hands, and blasting them to smitherines.
"Good one, Viv."
Vegeta said, with a smile. The little girl turned around and stared at her big brother.
"Geta!"
As Vivta began walking towards him, saiyan guards quickly game out of the palace doors, saying something about Freiza needing to see Vegeta. One burly looking man, with unrully black hair, picked up Vivta, and retreated to the other end of the court yard. Vegeta looked quite confussed. Why would Freiza want to see with him?
Vegeta entered the throne room where his father stood next to Freize who sat on the saiyan throne. Vegeta bowed to Freiza, and stood, waiting to be told what was going on.
"Vegeta, son, you're to go with Freiza."
King Vegeta spoke suddenly, a sad tone in his voice. Vegeta stared wide eyed at his father.
"Where's your daughter?"
Freiza asked, staring at the saiyan king. King Vegeta shrugged,
"Why, lord Frieza?"
The King sounded worried. Freiza paused before answering
"I've been told she's only three, and shows quite a bit of potential."
Both Vegeta's knew what Freiza was thinking. Vivta was a threate.
~
Vegeta woke up. What a dream. That day, so long ago, was the last time he had ever seen his sister. She was dead, of course, she had to be. Everyone else except Kakorot was dead.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, Akira Toriyama does....(did I spell that right?) I have no rights to the show, don't sue me.
Chapter 1 - Vivta
She stood alone, near the edge of a cliff, listening to her comrads banter back and forth. They were simple minded men: Ri, the youngest, about 17 years-old, 6'2, light brown hair and baby blue eyes. Yiko, 35 years-old, 6'7, dark brown/auburn hair, hazel eyes which fit perfectly with his rugged good looks. Daikon, the shy, kind, handsome one of the group, was 6'5, 33 years-old, firey red hair, with facinating yellow eyes, that seemed to blaze with hidden intellect, and knowing.
The young woman was about 5'12, black hair, grey eyes, with an un-known age, even to her, though she hardly looked a day over 20. She smiled when Ri, and Yiko suddenly lunged at Daikon, pinning him to the ground.
"Hey, Vivta, come on down here!"
Yiko called up to their female leader. Vivta laughed, an evil grin crossed her face as she jumped down, hovering above the ground before she landed.
"Oh, come on, have some mercy!"
Daikon begged, a mocking look on his face, to match his tone of voice. Vivta smiled again, her pale grey eyes watched the three for a moment. Daikon managed to twist his arms free, and he jumped backwards, landing gracefully in his fighting stance. His two male friends prepared to attack. Vivta stopped them, though.
"Guys, I said to pack up, not horse around."
Subdued looks crossed their faces.
"But Gideon isn't here yet!"
Yiko protested. Vivta glowered, and turned towards the woods.
"Where is he? He left an hour ago."
Vivta said as she stalked off, a half glare on her face. She was angry, no doubt about it.
Through the differences their group had, one was shared equally. They all had saiyan tails.
~
When Vegeta was seven, his mother died giving birth to another child. She had a daughter.
Under normal circumstances, the infant would have been killed. This baby girl was the first female born the the Vegeta family line in the past 150 years. That alone gave the king a reason to let his daughter live.
King Vegeta named her Vivta; after their ancesstor who was known as the strongest saiyan to poses a pure heart, and to have surpassed all levels, who had ever lived. Though, no one beleive this story.
Three years later, a now 10 year-old Vegeta watched his little sister playing with some saiba men. She laughed before raising her little hands, and blasting them to smitherines.
"Good one, Viv."
Vegeta said, with a smile. The little girl turned around and stared at her big brother.
"Geta!"
As Vivta began walking towards him, saiyan guards quickly game out of the palace doors, saying something about Freiza needing to see Vegeta. One burly looking man, with unrully black hair, picked up Vivta, and retreated to the other end of the court yard. Vegeta looked quite confussed. Why would Freiza want to see with him?
Vegeta entered the throne room where his father stood next to Freize who sat on the saiyan throne. Vegeta bowed to Freiza, and stood, waiting to be told what was going on.
"Vegeta, son, you're to go with Freiza."
King Vegeta spoke suddenly, a sad tone in his voice. Vegeta stared wide eyed at his father.
"Where's your daughter?"
Freiza asked, staring at the saiyan king. King Vegeta shrugged,
"Why, lord Frieza?"
The King sounded worried. Freiza paused before answering
"I've been told she's only three, and shows quite a bit of potential."
Both Vegeta's knew what Freiza was thinking. Vivta was a threate.
~
Vegeta woke up. What a dream. That day, so long ago, was the last time he had ever seen his sister. She was dead, of course, she had to be. Everyone else except Kakorot was dead.