Kala Saga - Chapter 1 - Birthday fun

It still shocked Vegeta to this day. How such an incredible power could be embedded into such a small girl. She was so sure of herself, cocky even, to a point. He looked upon his third child with favor, happy that at least one of his children took fighting somewhat seriously. She was muscularly defined, for a girl of her stature anyway, her golden hair shimmering with radiance, her turquoise eyes impassive and hard. As he looked at her, fully transformed into the level of a legendary Super Saiyan, he thought, "Well, so far, I'd say I've raised one hell of a kid. Soon she'll be ready for more intensive training. And how I look forward to it! She could be stronger than Kakarot one of these days! Of course though, that would mean she would be stronger than me, but what the hell. At least she would be able to beat all of Kakarot's brats."

"Otousan, are you going to stare at me all day, or can we get started?"

"Humph," Vegeta grunted. 'At least she wants to fight.' He nodded, adding a tone of finality into the atmosphere of the plain gravity room. "Now Kala, don't expect me to go easy on you. The only way you're going to get stronger is if you train. Do I make myself clear?"

"Oh, you're perfectly clear, Daddy," she said as she let loose a smirk that could have been identical to Vegeta's own. "I'll let you know I look forward to it. It's not every day I get to train with the King of the Saiyans," she said, raising an eyebrow to provoke him as she gazed upon his physically refined body, with fur covering his arms, and a brilliant aura enveloping his being.

Vegeta only grunted in response, and jerked his head in a tight nod, giving her the signal to go. Kala raced swiftly toward her sire, moving quicker than any six-year-old he had ever seen in his lifetime. He had already prepared himself for the attack however, and raised a fist to stop a punch that would have sent any mere flying earthling through entire cities. She was ready for the block, and, using the momentum of her approach swung her body downward, causing her to go under and through his legs. The insignificant instant he had to react was used poorly, for by the time he even knew she was behind him, she gave him a swift up-side-down kick in the small of his back.

'Now that I've never seen before,' Vegeta thought halfheartedly as he quickly shook off the blow. 'Not bad, kid. Let's see if you can handle this then, girl.' The Saiyan hybrid turned around instantly and punched her square in the nose, right below her eyes, causing blood to come spouting out of her nostrils as a sickening crunch was heard throughout the room. The blow also caused her to propel a good ten feet backward into the wall. 'First blood, eh? Maybe this fight will be near decent after all.'

As Kala rose shakily to her feet, she stumbled a bit and fell forward, putting her hand down just in time to catch her fall, resulting with her in a pushup position. She heaved fresh air into her lungs, and closed her eyes tightly before she raised her pupils to look up at the feet of her father. All she felt was pain, and that was only from one punch from that-that monstrosity of power. She forced herself to look up, only to see a booted foot coming toward her face as she went flying into the far end of the gravity room. The gravity didn't help either, as she skidded against the floor and caused indentations wherever she landed. Abruptly, her skidding stopped. She groaned as she looked up and saw the toe of her father's boot under her chin. He raised his foot, taking her head and her gaze along with it.

"Pitiful. You don't deserve to be called a Saiyan. You're useless, just like your brother and sister and all of Kakarot's brats." Vegeta spit at her, just missing her cheek be millimeters. "Now, get up and fight properly!" he yelled as she stumbled to get to her feet, and put her hands up in a defensive position. She winced as she blinked her eyes; one of them was black from the kick he had laid on her. He looked at her and sighed; perhaps this would take more work than he had thought it would. Vegeta stood there with his arms crossed, and eyed her warily. 'She has so much potential, but no drive! She likes to fight, but she's got no anger in her, nothing to make her want to excel more than she already has.' Kala's foot approaching faster than the speed of light cut off his thoughts. To his eyes, however, her leg moved in slow motion, and he easily blocked the kick intended to break a rib or two. She went on the offensive, kicking and punching to make any fighter envious of her obvious skills. To Vegeta, however, it was just a game, a repeating drill, no more. The only thing that he was thinking about was how to make her stronger, how to give her the drive, the anger, to make her excel to the next level.

When Vegeta got tired of the game he was playing with her, he let loose a barrage of attacks that beat her almost into the point of submission. Her energy was almost depleted, and the rhythm of her attacks gone. Vegeta stood above her, and let loose the smallest of grins. Kala winced at the pain she felt in her body and only thought of one thing she could do to keep from utterly and completely giving up. The Kamehameha. Goten had taught it to her when Pan was baby-sitting her one day. He had said to cup your hands together and gather all of your energy into one place. Then, when the time was right, you let it go. Now, she really hoped that she could pull it off. Still lying down, she cupped her hands together and said a tiny Ka. Her father wrinkled his eyebrows together in confusion. He wasn't aware of the fact that his daughter could perform the Kamehameha technique. Kala, a little more confident now that she had seen her father's confusion, let out a slightly louder Me. Vegeta's eyes widened as he realized what she was doing. Slowly, she brought her cupped hands back and said the second part of the attack. A small ball of energy formed in her palms and steadily grew brighter as she gathered more energy for Goku's legendary special attack. Vegeta's jaw fell a bit as he realized she was going to release it at point blank range. She winced, as she felt her energy leaving her as she said the final syllable for the powerful attack. "HA!" she screamed as her father was sent spiraling backwards, his Saiyan uniform singed, his ki dropping at a rate no physical attack could have resulted from. Vegeta fell to the floor, landing on his tailbone, wincing. His pain soon was forgotten, as his thoughts turned to anger.

"What are you thinking of, using that in here, brat! Are you trying to blow up the gravity room? If that happened, I would have to wait for that idiot - what was her name - Briefs to fix it to train again! And using that technique that Kakarot always uses!" Vegeta screeched shrilly.

"He's stronger than you are, father, if you haven't forgotten," Trunks' voice came from the doorway of the gravity room. Kala turned her head slightly, just enough to see her brother walking toward her, getting ready to pick her up. "Did you really have to beat her up this much? It is her birthday, if you haven't forgotten." Trunks grimaced as he looked at her bruised and wounded body.

"I don't care how many people are coming to see her today, I'm not going to have a weakling for a daughter. Not this time. You and Bra were such wastes; you don't even care about upholding your Saiyan heritage. At least she understands what it means to be the best," Vegeta retorted, spitting as he said it.

'Touché,' Kala thought. 'I hope this doesn't last long. I really have to get into a rejuvenation tank. Oh, Kami, I can't believe I just thought that. Those things are for weaklings! Still, he didn't have to beat me up this badly. You know, you're supposed to go easy on a person on their birthday. Must be a Saiyan thing.'

"Dad that was supposed to be a surprise! You really had to go and open your big mouth and say that, didn't you? Come on, Kala, let's go!" he said as he picked her limp body off of the cold, hard floor of the gravity room and took her into the dark hallway of Capsule Corporation. "You need a regen tank?" Trunks asked her soothingly. He regarded her wounds, inspecting them carefully as he lightly ran his index and middle fingers down the wound that ran straight down from the underside of her breast to the tip of her thigh. She winced, contorting her face in pain as he touched her now scarred skin.

"Yeah, a regen tank would be really nice right about now," she said as he paced quickly down the halls of the immense factory, carrying her snugly in his warm arms, holding her head against his chest. "Trunks?" she asked him after a pause.

"Hmm?" he said in a preoccupied sort of manner. "What is it?"

"There was a party, wasn't there?" she said pouting. Trunks fell over anime style, dropping her onto the ground. She hissed in pain, wincing as her biceps and deltoids hit the cold surface of the floor. She rolled over onto her back, closing her eyes tightly as Trunks bent down to pick her up.

"Now, why do you think that?" Trunks asked as he lifted her up gently from the floor. Kala narrowed her eyes and looked at him skeptically, as if to say,

"Gimme a break. I'm not that stupid, baka." Trunks sighed, and started on his passage across Capsule Corp. once again. "Okay, just don't tell anybody you found out from me."

Kala's eyes slowly dropped as she said the last words, before she fell asleep. "Hai, bro. Hai," she said as she fell off into the land of nod.

* * * *

Kala awoke to see blurred images standing above her in a daze of light. "Hey look, she's coming to," a voice resonated through her ears. Kala cleared her vision to see the mother, Trunks, Bra, and Goten standing outside the regen tank, looking at her.

"Kuso, how long have I been in this piece of crap," Kala murmured just as the regeneration tank suddenly blew up to everyone's shock. "I told you kassan never to put me into those - those things! They turn strong people into weaklings!"

"Relax sis," said Trunks. "I found you looking like a piece of crap after father's training. You asked for the regen tank, if you don't remember," Kala's eyes softened a bit and let a small smile wander onto the corner of her mouth.

"Thanks brother," said Kala, giving him a hug, not noticing the unhealthy shade of purple that was gracing her brother's face. Choking noises started emitting from Trunks' throat, and she released her grip by a fraction. Goten cleared his throat loudly, causing everyone to look at him.

"Uh, Kal, we all got you presents for your birthday. I know they're kind of late, considering that you've been in there for, well, quite a while, but if you still want them." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "We could always return them, though." he said with a grin beginning to spread across his lips. Bra smacked him over the head, while rolling her eyes.

"Baka, of course she wants her presents, what's the point of having a birthday without presents!" she exclaimed. Her expression returned to the calm state that it was usually in and she continued to speak. "Now, I got you the best present Kala, but, um, I liked it so much that I kind of, well, used it. So, I'll get you a new one tomorrow. Kala looked skeptically at her sister, and raised an eyebrow. Bra shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. "What!" she exclaimed. "I apply lip stick when I get nervous! And I do get nervous what my baby sister, who I love and adore with all my heart, gets the living crap beat out of her! Sorry if I care!" she cried as she stormed out of the medical wing at Capsule Corporation. They all watched her exit, sweat drops producing on the back of their heads. The silence seemed perpetual, until Kala raised her voice.

"She got me lipstick?" she asked as everyone around her facefalted. "What kind of present is lipstick?" Trunks sighed and turned to face his little sister.

"Well, just because Bra failed to get you something, it doesn't mean the rest of us didn't get you anything," Trunks said as a grin crossed his face. He pulled a package out from behind his back and held it out in front of her. "I'm not just for saving your butt from dad, you know," he said as her eyes lit up with pleasure over the prospect of receiving a gift from her brother.

"Hey Trunks, why do you get all the credit? Bulma and I got her great presents too, you know," Goten replied, crossing his arms across his chest as he said it.

"Whatever, bro. You know that my present is the best ever," Trunks replied snidely.

"Trunks, I don't even know what you got her in the first place. SO don't go talkin like that to me."

"Boys, boys, can you just give me my presents ALREADY! I am not very good with waiting, if you haven't noticed," Kala said, with a tone of annoyance in her voice.

"Yes, why don't I go first?" Bulma said, hoping to calm them all down. "Now, Kala, I know you wanted this from a while ago. I said no back then, but I decided to get it for you anyway," Bulma said smiling.

"Oh, come on, mom, stop keeping me waiting," Kala nagged. "I have no patience, remember?" Kala jumped up and down in childish glee.

"Alright," Bulma said as she searched through a nearby desk. "You know I can't wrap a gift for my life, so I'll just give it to you now," Bulma said as she dug deeper into the drawer. "Found them!" Bulma exclaimed as she pulled out a pair of skates in triumph.

"Rollerblades?" Goten said in confusion.

"Not just any rollerblades," Kala said joyfully. "Rollerblades with rocket jets attached, scanners, interactive 3-D games, and a button that tells you all the cool stores nearby!" Kala exclaimed. "Oh, mami, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Kala cried as she gave Bulma a hug that nearly killed her.

"Trunks, you're next," Bulma said with a weak smile spread across her face.

"Alright, mom, here goes," Trunks said as he pulled a capsule out from behind his back. "This is for you sis. It's one of a kind and can never be duplicated in any way. So it's not like I just pulled out of a hat or anything," Trunks explained. A smile tugged on Kala's mouth as she raised an eyebrow in delight. "Oh, and I put it together all by myself," Trunks said boastfully as he gave her the capsule and put his hands on his hips smugly. Kala pressed the button on the capsule and threw it gently to the ground. A puff of smoke erupted from it, and a shelf that almost covered the entire dimension of the room came out of it. Kala's eyes lit up in joy as she saw what was in it. "It's a collection of all the stuff you like. On the right is food, food, and more food. In the middle is all that anime crap you love so much. I have no idea why you do, but I know you love it. And finally, on the left, is-"

"Five two-thousand pound weights, a gravity room that goes up to 2000 Gs, and a TV built in to the gravity room! Oh my god!" she said cutting him off. "Wow!" she said as she looked on in amazement and shock. She squealed in delight as she ran into the gravity room and started to turn it on.

"Kala!" Bulma said to her, making her stop in her tracks. "Are you forgetting something?" she asked her daughter.

"Oh, right!" Kala replied as she ran outside and grabbed some food. "Thanks mom!" she said as she ran back into the gravity room.

"Kala, I still have gifts for you!" Goten screamed to her. Kala popped her head out of the room.

"Oh, gomen nassai Goten. I forgot, just got a little preoccupied I guess. You can continue to give me gifts now," she said sweetly as she strolled up to them smoothly and flashed a smile that could have been identical to Bulma's. Goten sighed as he pulled out a wrapped gift from his pocket. I know it's not much, but I really thought you would like it. You remember the time Bulma made me, Trunks, Bra, and Gohan take you to the zoo?" Goten said as Kala ripped off the wrapping paper savagely. "I got a-"

"Oh, Goten, this is the cutest picture I have ever seen!" Kala said as she smiled whole-heartedly. "I remember this; it's the time we went to the zoo and we ate all the food out of the cafeterias! Then you went and picked me up and we rode on the giraffe! OH, that was so much fun! It was even more fun when the manager tried to kick us out, but Trunks told him who he was and they went and gave us more food. God, those were the good times. I remember Gohan asked that old couple to take a picture of us. They were so afraid that we were going to mug them, I swear! It was so much fun!" Kala said as she reflected back on the times she shared with the gang.

"Trunks, Goten." Bulma said with quiet deadliness in her voice. "You WHAT!" she yelled at them as they looked pusillanimously at her. (For all of you who don't know, pusillanimously is my new favorite word. It means timidly *lolz*)

"Mom," Trunks whined. "WE were just having fun, honest!"

"Yeah, Bulma-san, it was just some harmless laughs between friends," Goten added. He knew that although Chi Chi was by far, the most insane person alive, Bulma wasn't far behind.

"HARMLESS!? WHY I AUGHTA-"

"MOM!" Kala screamed, quieting them all in a matter of milliseconds. "Stop embarrassing me in front of my friends," she said authoritatively. Bulma was subdued; Kala had every one of that little group wrapped around her cute little finger.

"Uh, o.k. then," Goten said. "Well, I have something else for you, if you want it, that is."

"Well, of course I want it," Kala said indignantly. "If it's a gift, why wouldn't I want it," she said impatiently as she tapped her foot on the ground. She held out her hand, beckoning Goten to give her the gift.

"Alright," Goten said as he bent in and kissed her on the cheek. Kala's eyes widened in shock as Goten pulled away from her, satisfied. "Now, you can tell all of your friend at school that you've been kissed before every one of them." Kala looked queasily at Goten before she ran into her gravity room, disgusted and ready to take off her anger in her training. "Well, that was interesting," Goten said.

"You child molester! That's my sister!" Trunks cried as he started to chase Goten, leaving Bulma alone wondering what had just happened.