Chrono Crystal
A/N: This is a sequel to Riding With The Dragons and follows the story of Vegeta's daughter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the DB, DBZ, DBGT or CC, so please don't sue me.
Summary: Ciria is the only heir in the Viper Manor, and Vegeta and Bulma's only daughter. When she was young, she used to play with a young boy, but he died. Later, she finds herself in a place that is different from her own, where she must learn to face the truth, may she like it or not.
Copyright: All names that hold a © symbol are my personal possession and cannot be used in any other fics but my own unless I give permission.
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Chapter 1
"Good morning, Lady Ciria ©!" the flower lady said kindly as the young 19 year old girl walked over with two Dragoons by her side.
The two guards were twins, one of them being male, the other female. Both had blood red spiked hair, both done in tight ponytails atop their head. Their eyes were of a dark blue color, and scrunched down to give them an imposing look.
The girl walking in between them had long flowing silver hair and sparkling silver eyes, and wore some loose lime green shorts that came to just above her knees, a lime-green tank-top, and a long dress over it that had a long slit running across the front up to her waistline. The dress had sleeves that ended in rings on her third fingers. Her hair was done in a nice braid that draped down her back. Around her neck, she had a lovely blue, crystalline necklace with small hexagons, shaped as a rose. People called it a sapphire rose, but she wasn't too sure what kind of gem it was.
"Good morning, Lisa, and I told you, call me Ciria! I mean, I come here every week! It's not such a big deal anyway!" the girl said with her lovely trained voice.
She'd been training to learn a song she had learned from a long-time friend, which caused her to have a well-articulated voice.
"I'm sorry, I just don't want to upset other customers," the blonde haired girl said, removing some locks from her eyes.
The two Dragoons looked at each other with looks that others could hardly make out.
Ciria chuckled, then said: "Well, you know why I'm here, right?"
"Of course! Bellflowers, as usual huh?" Lisa asked kindly.
"Yes."
Lisa walked a little further into the store. When she came back, she was holding a bouquet of lovely purple flowers with a gold core, and silver spores. The morning dew was still on them, making them sparkle in the light of the morning.
"Here you are, fresh from Fossil Valley! Picked them myself!" Lisa stated proudly.
The young girl squealed in delight.
"Oh Lisa! Thank you! I'm sure Tric © will love these!" she said.
Lisa smiled.
"I'm sure he will. Give him my regards."
Ciria paid for the flowers and together with the two Dragoons, she headed for the shrines to the east of Termina. The female Dragoon finally spoke up.
"Ciria, why do you constantly go to the shrine once a week? I mean, it's not like Tric can hear you," she said.
Ciria sighed sadly.
"Lorelei ©, I don't think of him as dead. I just pretend like I'm visiting an old friend. And besides, I would never forgive myself if I ever forgot about him."
Lorelei was about to answer, when Ciria stopped. They had reached the shrines, and the Dragoons knew she wanted to talk to him, alone. They let her as she continued on her way, her easy step-in shoes lightly tapping against the ground in a steady rhythm. Finally, she stopped in front of a majestically-made sword, shimmering between black and white almost rhythmically. Ciria smiled at the dead bellflowers resting beneath the sword.
A small text was placed beside it on a stone.
R.I.P.
Our beloved Tric
Died age 9
No one can take
anything away from him
Nor can anyone give
anything to him
What came from the sea
Has returned to the sea
"Hi Tric! I brought you some bellflowers. Lisa picked them just for you, because I told her how much you loved these," Ciria said, and removed the old ones, replacing them with the new ones.
She sat on her knees, smiling down at the flowers.
"We used to go to Fossil Valley just to pick these, remember? Just the two of use. Just you and me. I know it was foolish to go alone, but the others would only steal our flowers. We were still so young." Ciria sighed sadly. "12 years… that's how much it's been since I last saw you. How would you look if you were alive today? You would be… 21 years of age, right?"
Ciria took a deep breath.
"I've been practicing, a lot. Anja told me I was improving last time she came. That was about 6 months ago. I haven't heard anything about your mother recently, but I'm sure she's doing fine. Anyway, I'll show you how much I improved."
With that, she began to sing, a tune so harmonious, that people began to wonder what it was and where it was coming from. The words carried over the wind, making everything vanish for only a short while.
Finally, Ciria stopped.
"I'll probably never be as good as you though. You were such a great singer. You taught me how to sing, how to hit the notes just right… before that panther demon came and took it all away from us!"
Ciria began to grow angry, but calmed down. She began to tell him what had been going on lately, and the two Dragoons waited patiently.
"I have to go now Tric, but don't worry, I'll be back," Ciria whispered and blew the grave a kiss before she left the shrines.
She walked toward Lorelei and Leon ©, and nodded at them, showing she was ready to go. The three of them quietly left the shrines, not noticing the change in the wind.
Ciria was staring straight ahead as she listened to some guy from a foreign land ask her for her hand, like so many others. The guy was handsome. He had brown hair and lovely sea-green eyes, but he wasn't what she had hoped for. Ciria wanted someone who could always remind her of Tric, but Tric had been one-of-a-kind. There was no one in the entire world like him.
Ciria's parents disliked the idea of her marrying him just as much, but she decided to hear him out. He was telling her about his land, and how he handled his people with care. Ciria however, wasn't interested, and when he was through, she shooed him away.
"Nasty son of a bitch," Ciria's mother mumbled after he left.
Ciria was a lot like her mother, for she also had silver hair and eyes, while her father had flaming black hair and pure golden colored eyes. She loved both her parents very much, for they wouldn't give her away to every prince or count that came in to steal her away. Her parents understood her, and allowed her to decide whom she was going to marry or not.
Leon and Lorelei had watched it all with mild amusement, but kept their mouths shut.
"Papa, why do they all try? They know they have to be special to marry me," Ciria asked of her father.
"They already think they're special, but they don't know what you find special," Vegeta answered, folding his arms over his chest.
Her father was dressed in some black pants with dark black boots and a long coat with white thin belts just below the chest area. He fought with an axe, while her mother was different. Her mother was dressed in a lime-green dress with gold snakelike patterns. The dress was long and dragged over the floor, but Bulma knew how to stay afloat a few inches above the ground. She battled with a dagger.
"They probably don't," a voice unfamiliar to Ciria's ears suddenly said.
Into the room, stepped a man of about the same age as her father, with blood red spiked hair and pure emerald-green eyes, and had a large scar running over his left eye. He had a blue bandana tied around his head with golden patterns on it, and he was dressed in a black shirt under a leather vest that extended beyond his hips, and around his waist a black belt that held his leather vest neatly tucked against his body. His bottom was a pair of blue Bermudas with decorative patterns dyed near the hems. It was clear that he was from Arni.
"Dad?!" Lorelei and Leon exclaimed at the same time. "What are you doing here?!"
The man, now marked as the twin's father, chuckled and said: "Just seeing how you were all doing."
Ciria looked a little confused. Who was that man?
"Elvor ©! What a surprise to see you here!!" Bulma exclaimed.
"Hey Bulma, Vegeta. How's it going here?" the man said with a nod at Ciria's parents.
"I thought you were heading to Guardia?" Vegeta asked with a smirk.
Elvor nodded and was about to say something, when he noticed Ciria.
Ciria gulped.
"That's your daughter?" Elvor asked.
"Yes, this is Ciria, Ciria, this is Elvor," Bulma said, placing her hands on Ciria's shoulders.
Elvor nodded politely, and Ciria did too.
"Anyway, just before I was about to leave to Guardia, we received word from Porre."
Elvor pulled a letter from his pocket and gave it to Vegeta. Vegeta opened it and read the contents.
"You've gotta be kidding me!" Vegeta said, looking up.
"I'm not sure, but I figured you'd want to be the first to hear about it," Elvor said.
The young girl was confused.
"Ciria…" she suddenly heard, and she gasped softly.
She looked around, but nobody seemed to have heard it beside herself. She shook her head and told herself to stop making things up.
"Welcome to Arni! Elvor!! You're back from Guardia already?!" one of the elder villagers asked.
"I never left at all, ma'am, there had been a change of plans," Elvor said.
Ciria was busy looking around the streets of Arni, where people were shouting loudly, selling fish, weapon- and armory, and Elements. The village reeked of fish, but she couldn't blame it. After all, Arni was a fisher's village.
"C'mon Ciria! We'll introduce you to our mother," Lorelei said, and began to guide her friend through the crowds.
Eneii © was a nice woman, and Ciria easily figured out where Lorelei and Leon got their eye-color. Eneii had lovely yellow hair and dark blue eyes, and she was about the same age as Ciria's parents. Lorelei, Leon and Elvor showed Ciria everything in Arni, from the docks, to the chief's hut. Also, they went to Lizard Rock to watch some Komodo Dragons play about, before they headed to the best of all places.
Opassa Beach.
"So Ciria," Leon began, "how do you like Arni? Quite the change from Termina, huh?"
Ciria nodded.
"It sure is," she said, sitting down on the sand.
She watched the sea as it rolled in and out, constantly, never changing.
"Hey, has anyone ever noticed that the sea never changes?" Lorelei suddenly asked. "It just keeps rolling in and out, and it has been for probably eons. Without a single care…"
Elvor laughed silently.
"Lorelei, the sea does change, it's just that we humans are unable to see things of such small proportion. The water that washes ashore on this sand, could be water that has made a trip from Guardia to here, and reversed. You never know where the water will come from or go to."
Leon chuckled.
"Good point there, dad," he said.
Ciria was about to comment too, when…
"Ciria…"
Ciria got up and looked around. That voice again! And it sounded awfully close.
"Ciria…"
She turned around, but no one was there.
"Hey, you alright, Ciria?" Leon asked. "I-I-I-I thought I heard something, but---"
"Ciria…"
She whirled around, and faced the ocean.
"Ciria??" Elvor asked.
Ciria was extremely confused, where was that voice coming from? Suddenly, without her wanting to, Ciria's thoughts shifted to that day.
A young boy age nine was walking with her through Fossil Valley, picking bellflowers as they went, when something jumped out and the boy cried out in horrifying pain.
Ciria gasped audibly, as she remembered. An odd feeling suddenly began in her stomach, and began to spread all over her body. Sparks and green waves flowed upward to surround her, shielding her as the world turned black. Ciria felt like she was suddenly sinking right through the ground, and when she landed on her feet, she fell over and fainted.
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Finally!! The long awaited (I hope) sequel to my famous story Riding With The Dragons. To understand this, read that story first. Before continuing with this, I hope to get (at least) ten reviews. If you have a question, ask away and I'll answer as best as I can with the next update.
Milaya Milen Zeal