Kitarrear: Hello ladies and gentle men. This is the voice of Kitarrear the strange and the vivid. This is the first fanfic I've ever written for fanfiction.net so be nice please. This is basically me writing for my own enjoyment he, he hope you like it and don't be angry I know I'm cruel. At times. BTW this has some life experience from me, and another. R&R please.
Chapter 1 Drinking and Dreams
In a horrid housing estate in an unpleasant town three people walked up the back path of the housing district heading for some shops. The three where quiet not wanting the attention of anyone. Two wore nothing but black the third wore a dark blue track sit and a black baseball cap. One of those in black had a shapely female figure with black hair and dark red streaks through it. The other in black had short black/dark blue hair and a scrawny look about him as his muscles hadn't caught up with the rest of his body.
"Shit this isn't our day" said the black clad male. He had looked up the path to see an imposing very thin attractive young lady with black hair in black clothing covered in silver jewellery who was very familiar to him and his companions.
Angry. She was always so damn angry at herself, at this, that and the other. Not fair. She sighed but I know it's just how things go at least a whole outing and no body spotted me. Bliss. Or maybe not. The trio as she had come to think of them had stopped after they had noticed her coming the other way. I can't walk past them it'd be rude but what can I do its. Him. She shivered. Please anyone anything if there's a God just no him today.
All three of them where amazed where once had been a chubby to put it nicely in there collective opinion person there was a thin not anorexic though young lady. The curves that had once been hidden where now on show in an expressive sort of I've got you by the balls show for the whole world to see.
"You weren't lying when you said she had changed" said the black clad female.
"She looks so fucking hot" mused the one in the cap.
"She does" sighed the female with a dreamy look on her face. There black clad male friend gave a snort of distaste at there behaviour.
"Bet she's still a bitch."
"Only to you" they both said.
They watched the figure approach she seemed distracted and then raised a hand and waved. They didn't return the gesture. She ran to them and smiled. Deep black eye shadow, mascara, eye liner, lipstick with white foundation adorned her face.
"Hi how have guys been?"
"Fine hey I almost didn't recognise you" exclaimed Candy the black clad female.
"Yeah I lost three stone"
"What! That's unhealthy" Haza the baseball cap wearer retorted.
"Only if you don't do it right" she grinned.
"Hey you look great wana come with us for a pint?"
"Nah busy really"
"Forget it come get drunk" They urged her. The other who had not joined in with the discussion gave a snort of disgust.
"I know when I'm not wanted don't worry bout it"
"Forget Adi's discomfort when your drunk you hardly notice anything"
"If she's coming I'm not" he intoned with whispers of death in his voice.
"Fuck off then you mean bastard" Haza said calmly. He glanced coldly at them turned and stormed off back the way they'd come.
"I can't believe him sometimes can you Haza?"
"Nope"
"I can understand him"
"You can't be serious Kat"
She nodded and watched his back.
"Well come on then" Candy grabbed her arm and pulled her along
"Alright I'm coming"
They walked off together with thoughts of drink and disorder. Whisper left them early feeling ill and tired she said. She felt oddly uneasy like something unspeakable was about to happen, the most terrible thing in the entire history of the universe, existence and history which she hated. She unlocked the front door to her now empty house and walked up to her room kicking off her huge boots and stripping down to her matching underwear and crawled into the only bed in the house her double bed and she fell asleep almost immediately. With the strange foreboding feeling forgotten she slipped into dreams of chasing shadows and trying to go home.
It was so dark so depressing. Lonely. Very lonely. She hated being lonely that was the worst part of it, the worst part of everything. That empty hollow pit of the stomach loneliness but it was so very familiar almost friendly after knowing it so long.
You don't have to be lonely.
Yes I do.
She screamed to the loneliness with it's soft reassuring voice.
Or he'll come and get me.
No you don't have to be lonely you need to come home and you'll be safe from him.
I don't have one I don't belong anywhere and he'll always come to get me.
YES YOU DO, HE WON'T GET YOU IF YOU COME HOME, YOU NEED PUNISHMENT. It yelled. A horrid shooting pain ran up her spine it felt like some one had shoved a red hot poker up her spinal column.
Her eyes snapped open and she starred at the wall opposite to the head of her bed. She licked her lips and grimaced in pain. 'Salt?' She rubbed her ass it felt so damn painful she laid back down on her bed to think but another pain shot up her back she sat back up and with fingers splayed out she massaged her lower back and blinked at what was not normally there.
"Fur?" She asked in general to the air she got up and walked to the full length mirror in her room. She always left a light on in her room nightmares were normal and an almost every night occurrence and when you need to see your in your room alone you need a light. It was a rule to her an unwritten rule but a rule none the less to sleep with knickers and a t-shirt on she looked at the nice hole in her underwear through which was poking a brown fury tale like that of the characters of her favourite T.V show. She nodded and went back to her bed and laid down to think.
'Home. This is my home but its empty without Mum and Dad there's nothing left for me anywhere. I have a tale that's odd but I can't have one everyone will think I'm sort of freak of nature. Wait I already am.' She sighed heavily 'Maybe I should commit suicide.' She thought for awhile longer on this. 'That would only make HIM happy.' She sighed and looked at her alarm clock. 2:46 pm.
"WHAT!!" she screamed and quickly got up and rushed to the window throwing open the curtains to greet darkness and street lamps?
"Huh. That can't be the time" she looked back her clock. "AM dumbass" she sighed and flumped back on her bed and starred at the ceiling.
"Well if I'm up I might as well start the day"
The warm water cascaded over her, relaxing tense muscle and washing away the smell of pub and alcohol. She did nothing physically aside from have her tale twitch every now and then but stand with water running over her while mentally her mind worked furiously at her dreams. Before the loneliness and darkness. She had been trying to find something, no, someone? The memory of it swirled in her minds eye.
She ran after it calling crying out. It was nothing but a white shadow that seemed oddly familiar in shape.
Wait come back please don't leave me here, there's nothing for me don't leave me she had fallen and watched the white shadow go and she was left to cry in the darkness. And she had awoken to the salty taste of tears on her lips and her face had been stained with them.
But they where dangerous they would hurt, kill, destroy everything and everyone. They won't I won't let them. Before she knew what she was doing she felt the wind whipping through her wet hair as she floated above the back garden of her house.
"Holy shit I can fly" she squeaked and slowly descended back into the garden and put her arms over herself. Water dripped off her as she thought.
'I need clothes if I'm going anywhere' she looked up to one of the spare bedrooms windows it was open it was the one she had gone through. 'I need to get back up' she thought to herself for a time and slowly ascended to the window and climbed back through. 'Weird no?' She questioned herself and went to get some clothes. She returned to the window wearing tight black trousers that flared out at the bottoms to give emphasis to her curves and a tight black long sleeved t-shirt. Wearing black underwear and of course 'The Big Black Boots of Hell' as they had been christened, industrial footwear for those who need steel toecaps and Kat did. She looked out the window. The strange feeling as if she was chasing the ghost in her dreams returned there was also the previous nights foreboding feeling which was back for vengeance. 'I have to go to this feeling I have to find that person.' Letting her senses guide her she flew off in the direction of her hearts desire.
So free. She felt like this was what she always wanted, needed, this unquestionable freedom she knew she was smiling. She felt the soles of her monstrous black boots touch down in a deep green field all around her.
"Hello"
She spoke clearly with uncertainty. She waited. The grass which came up to her waist rustled in a light breeze.
"I know your there show yourself"
There was nothing she shivered 'So I gotta find you my self have I?' The grass rustled as she walked forwards what ever it was, who ever it was, was right in front of her, a shock of flame like raven hair came into view followed by a muscular neck broad shoulders and a compact muscled body in a tight dark blue body suite
"No way, Prince Vegeta"
She carefully lent over and looked him up and down he was from what she could see alright though dusty with a few light scratches. He was lying on his front with his head turned to the side in her direction. She gently and very carefully put a hand on his shoulder.
"Prince Vegeta?" She asked "are you alright you must wake up please"
She gave him a gentle shake and was rewarded by nothing. She sighed and as gently and carefully as possible turned him over so he was face up she lent forwards and felt his neck for a pulse. It was there steady and strong. 'well he's alive that's good but how'd he get here? I thought Dragonball Z was just a show, but that would mean that I didn't just fly and this isn't Prince Vegeta and I haven't grown a tale well damn that to hell' as best she could she got Vegeta on to her back with his arms over her shoulders and his feet dragging behind her.
"Let's get you back to my place" Carefully and fearfully she ascended into the air and went back the way she came. His weight pressed against her back he felt oddly light and it was still easy to fly, but then again it had been easy in the first place and it still was. 'How strange I know Vegeta should be heavy I know I shouldn't be able to lift him in the slightest but I can and I can fly while carrying him at that mmm its all too much to make sense of right now, I'll try that later maybe when the Prince is awake'
Dawn had come and gone when she'd found Vegeta's unconscious body, so she was taking her time making sure no one saw her in case something very regrettable happened. She approached the window she'd left open and she quickly disappeared through. 'Well wasn't that fun I don't think any one saw us.' She walked out of the empty spare room along a corridor and into her room and with so much care that you'd think she was afraid of waking a child, she laid Vegeta down on her bed. She pulled the boots from his feet and the gloves from his hands and flung her thin quilt over him and left to wait for him to wake. 'Maybe the smell of food would rouse the Prince from his forced nap'. She quickly set about cooking for the mighty Saiyan Prince. 'I've got no idea what so ever, how much Saiyans eat well I'd rather over cook then under cook least ways I eat as well. Around fifteen minuets later she had a lot of half cooked stuff on the go and was happily looking after it when the door bell rang.
"Damnit I'm busy, wait that'll be my order."
She dropped what she was doing and ran to the door with heavy foot falls as she hadn't taken her boots off. She quickly unlocked and opened the door and was greeted by a friendly face.
"Ah miss you're up I didn't want to leave this in your back garden I know how much you like my visits." Said the Irish delivery man Sam.
"You have no idea Sam." she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek and took the parcel from his outstretched hands.
"And you have no idea how much I like these visits."
"You just deliver my parcels Sam don't inflate that ego of yours."
She signed the papers for her package and watched him go and returned to food beginning to burn which was quickly remedied. The food was almost done and it appeared her little hunch had not worked for Vegeta from what she could tell was still upstairs asleep. She ate in silence and was stunned at the amount she had eaten all of the food she had cooked was now gone. 'I'm gonna have to go shopping'. She starred into space for a time and then sighed she'd make a quick trip out and get everything she'd need to feed the two of them for as long as possible on short notice. She walked upstairs and looked at the sleeping prince. His face was still stern and yet it seemed softer while he slept, more relaxed.
"Please don't go anywhere while I'm out you don't know what its like here please just rest and when you're awake I'll cook for you"
She spoke quietly with reassurance and caring tone. She turned and left the room having got her fathers wallet from her room and her hoody she left the house to go shopping. The clam peacefulness on Vegeta's face became a happy peaceful look as he smiled at the comforting tone of the voice he had heard.
Kitarrear: So please tell me what you think and I own Kat the plot and that's it Damn its not fair. What will our Saiyan prince find on his awakening will he like being a famous T.V star? Is Kat a saiyan find out next time I can be bothered to post. Bye ^_~