~Authors Note~
Hello readers! I do hope you are enjoying the story so far. I apologize if the chapters are too short for your liking. I am hoping to remedy that in future chapters. I'm writing this to ask you to please write a review on the story as of yet, good or bad. Knowing what my readers think will help keep me motivated to write more! Even the bad ones guys, all I ask is you keep it to a constructive criticism and not make the review hateful towards me or my characters! As you can tell, Astaghaill is an origial of mine and yes, there will be a lot more originals that will appears throughout the story. Some of them lovable, and some not so much. Thank you all SO much for taking your time to read and review, it really makes me happy, even just seeing the additional views every time I log on. Please enjoy this next chapter of A New Guardian.
Piccolo let out yet another sigh, mentally shaking his head at her before making a retort back to the woman. "Just get dressed. We will all be waiting down stairs for you. Make it quick." He opened the door and left before the woman had a chance to say anything else to him.
Astaghaill stood in her spot, watching the green mans back as he left the room swiftly. After she heard the door click closed behind him, she turned her head and looked around the room, examining it. It was a simple room with not much in it except the small bed, a dresser, a side table, and a door to what she presumed to be a closet. She opened said door and inside was a small selection of clothes. The brief thought of how she came to be in a pair of tights and a tank top ran through her mind for a brief moment, but she quickly pushed the thought aside while looking at the clothes. Most of the outfits were meant for men, obviously. but there were a few articles meant for women. She pulled out one article and it was a pale, rosy pink summer dress. it was a bit short but it was cute. She slipped it on over her head and found that it fit nicely. although it showed off a bit more than she would have preferred, the other clothing just weren't her style. Looking down, she found a pair of black flats that she quickly slipped on and found they were too big on her, so she kicked them back off and made the decision to go barefoot around th house until she could find something better.
After dressing, she opened the door and quietly headed down the stairs. She heard a few voices talking back in forth, some in excitement and others in suspicion, followed by some laughter and a grunt of disapproval.
Astaghaill emerged in the room which was filled with people. She felt a sudden rush of nervousness overcome her when all of them turned and stared at her, which created a slight silence of awkwardness. Her blue eyes gazed over the different appearances in the room. She noted one of them looked slightly familiar, and she narrowed her eyes at him.
Nobody said a word when she started to walk over to him. She stepped close and examined his face and his body before speaking.
"You. You are a Saiyan, are you not?" Her eyes were slightly squinted and her eyebrows were furrowed.
"Huh?" The man looked utterly surprised but his face lit up and he smiled. "Yep! Sure am! But how did you know that?" He questioned the woman, which she quickly provided an answer.
"I know a Saiyan when I see one. When I was young, they tried to take our planet from us and sell it for profit. We certainly are lucky that we were able to fend them off." Astaghaill's face softened a bit before continuing. "But you don't seem like the typical Saiyan."
"Oh. That's because I hit my head when I was a kid, and forgot how to be evil, I suppose." The man tried to explain simply.
Astaghaill let out a soft chuckle and turned to where she was facing the whole room. She curtsied to everyone as she introduced herself.
"My name is Astaghaill Onyxus. Daughter of Queen Faye and King Askaar. Princess of the Northern Kingdom of Na'ar Fim, third in line for the throne. I am in your debt for saving me from that dreaded space pod. I do hate space travel so." She took a breath as she straightened her posture and looked at everyone once more. Their faces seemed shocked, even if just slightly.
"What planet are you from?" A woman with blue hair asked her.
Astaghaill responded quickly. "Oh..." She chuckled a bit nervously. "I forgot to add that into my title. I forget I am not on my home planet any longer. I am from a planet known as Xzadia. I was actually traveling to a different planet but my journey was cut short when my space pod malfunctioned and I crash landed here... Which, I still owe all of you for saving me."
The blue haired woman let out a mischievous chuckle as she wrapped an arm around Astaghaill's shoulder, which made her uncomfortable but she didn't object.
"Oh! For that, you can thank Piccolo over there. He's the one who pulled you out of that pod, just a few seconds before it blew up." The woman's eyes had a certain glimmer in them as Astaghaill peered over to who she was pointing at.
She realized it was the same Piccolo that was in her room. He was standing on the far side of the room with his arms crossed as he glowered at everyone else.
Astaghaill didn't say anything to him but instead sent him a cavity inducing smile and bowed to him.
"Again, you have my thanks."
"If you're a princess, shouldn't we be bowing to you?" another man asked, the tone of his voice hinted that he was joking. Astaghaill looked at him and noted he had a few noticeable scars covering his face, but he was handsome nontheless.
"Gods no!" Her voice sounded surprised. "I wouldn't even dream of it. This isn't even my planet after all. If I intruded and demanded you all bow to me, I would be no better than most Saiyans." She sighed, placing her hands on her hips. She was about to speak more but a harsh voice interupted her.
"No better than a Saiyan?" The voice was filled with hate, and an intent to argue to make his point seen.
Astaghaill turned around and it was exactly who she thought it was.
"Vegeta." her eyes turned sharp though a smile found it's way to her lips. "What are you doing here?"
"You two know each other?" the blue haired woman questioned, jealousy present in her voice.
Vegeta ignored all of these statement and continued on with his point from before.
"You Xzadians are far worse than any Saiyan." He stuck his nose up at her.
Astaghaill only laughed, which made Vegeta grow more irritable. "You always have been easy to upset." She turned back to the others. "I already know Vegeta, and Piccolo of course. All of you haven't introduced yourselves yet. i would love to be aquainted with you all."
The others introduced themselves, but quickly turned back to the mater at hand. Yamcha, the man with the facial scars, spoke up first.
"How is her race any worse than yours? She seems so polite, and..." He sounded a little full of himself, but his sentence was cut short by Vegeta arguing back.
"Polite?" He raised his voice before scoffing at the word. "We offered them an alliance, wealth, power. But they stuck their noses up at us and refused to have it."
Astaghaill's patience was slimming, but that same sickly sweet smile remained on her lips as she argued back.
"We only declined your proposition due to the fact that your king-father provoked a war with my people by going against our treaties-" She was interrupted by Vegeta once more, causing them to be speaking both at the same time.
"Treaties that were signed several centuries ago that had no further meaning or worth in this world!" Vegeta's voice raised, but Astaghaill's only grew louder over his, forcing out her last few words.
"- and refusing to parley in order to resolve the situation peacefully."
Astaghaill found herself standing straight, her eyes glaring at the shorter man, her mouth no longer holding the smile that it was before. The whole room was silent, except Astaghaill who continued speaking.
"You dare judge my people based on such accusations. We begged for you to talk things through. But instead you resorted to violence, slaughtering my people and forcing us to retaliate." Astaghaill scoffed. "You expected us to just give up but you refused to see the fact that we, Xzadians, are just as strong as the Saiyan race. You couldn't bare to stand with an equal at your side. Your pride could not handle it. We refused your offer of an alliance because we knew that you would turn your backs on us, that you would use us and soon enough destroy us because you feared us. Just as Frieza has done. That's what would have become of us. But we were smarter than that." Astaghaill remained calm but she made sure that every word she said went through Vegeta's thick, Saiyan skull.
Vegeta didn't know what to say back to her, so he just stood there, his clenched fists shaking with rage. The whole room filled with an awkward silence, just staring at the two who were arguing.
Astaghaill turned to the rest of the room and bowed to them.
"My apologies. I must beg my leave." her posture straightened and she turned heel and walked out of the entrance of the house, only to find that the house was on a small island in the middle of a huge body of water. She stood there and stared at the water before closing her eyes and letting out a sigh. Today was just not her day.
"I can give you a lift to the city." Astaghaill turned around, her eyes landing on Bulma, the woman with the blue hair. Astaghaill only frowned at her.
"Even so, I have no place to go. I am stranded in a foreign world." She felt a hand rest on her shoulder.
"Don't worry about it! You can come and stay with me at Capsule Corp. I have plenty of room so you don't have to worry about it. At least until you find a place of your own to stay."
Astaghaill was baffled by this womans generosity. She thanked her but Bulma continued to talk.
"Vegeta lives there too, but don't worry. He's out training most of the time. He doesn't like people so he tends to stay away." Astaghaill sighed at the thought of having to stay in the same place as a Saiyan. But it was better than nothing. Thougts of her past rushed to her, and she found herself speaking.
"My husband and I lived in the middle of a forest by ourselves. we built our house from nothing."
Bulma looked at Astaghaill, ready to speak, but another voice butted in.
"The middle of nowhere, didn't you just say inside that you were a princess. Don't those usually live in large castles?" A short man with six dots on his forehead spoke to her, suspicion filled his voice. The others seemed to have followed them out as well, and all looked for her for an answer.
"Great, Piccolo brought us someone who is prone to lying. Great." yamcha spoke, folding his arms. Piccolo just grunted, eyeing Astaghaill for answers.
She sighed yet again and turned to face the group. She spoke,
"I suppose I owe you all a proper explanation." She scraped through her mind for the correct words, then continued. " As you have heard already, my planet survived a war with the Saiyan race. For a short time after they were destroyed, my race lived in peace. We were happy, prosperous, we had ended world hunger." Her voice was soft, along with her eyes as she reflected to them, the memories of her past. "But after a short while, something went wrong and I still have yet to find out what is causing it all."
The group stared at her, then looked towards Piccolo. "So you've come here to escape your problems back on your own planet then?" Piccolo glared, his arms crossed.
Astaghaill shook her head, continuing.
"I, indeed, left my planet, but here was not my destination. i was headed elsewhere. My two older brothers are the cause of my departure. Gilgamesh, the eldest, went insane. He has no emotions, and only has a desire for death and war. He killed my father, took control, and banished me. I was living, hidden away, in a forest with my late husband, Bristan. Eventually they found us. We fought but they killed Bristan and I was forced to flee... Ragnarok, on the other hand... He's just not right. It's like he's not in control of his own mind.." The group just continued to listen to her story.
"I need to find out why these things are happening to my brothers so I can stop them and restore peace to my planet." She wrapped up her story, not feeling the need to explain anything further to the group before her. They all just stared at her, half expecting her to say more. So she did.
"There is no need for any of you to involve yourselves in this. It is my problem, and mine alone." She said, turning back around. Her head lowered when she heard Piccolo speak.
"You say it's your problem, yet you came to Earth. It'll become our problem if, whatever your problem is, follows you.
Astaghaill turned her head, looking over her shoulder at Piccolo.
"Even if they did follow me here, which is highly unlikely, I can handle it myself. I will handle it myself. It will get none of you, or the other Earthlings involved in whatever it is."
"Sometimes involving them is inevitable." Piccolo argued back. Astaghaill turned fully and faced him.
"Whatever comes after me will come after me alone. They will want nothing to do with your planet. They will either kill me and be done with it, or they will take me captive. Either way your planet remains un-besmirched, so long as nobody interferes." Astaghaill tried to make her point seen to the large green man, but it didn't seem as if he was having any of it.
"Now wait a minute. Nobody is killing nobody. Especially if I have something to say about it." Goku stated, his voice was matter-of fact, like what he says goes.
Astaghaill stared at the Saiyan with the odd hair in disbelief. Was he so willing to protect someone he doesn't even know?
"See. That's what I'm talking about. Stay out of it and no harm will come to anyone."
"Except you." Goku argued back, but in a kind voice. "You said that they might kill you, right? That means you'll be hurt and I can't let that happen."
"Oh, shut up you fool! If the woman wishes to die, let her. She will be of no use to us." Vegeta spat, crossing his arms and glaring at the white haired woman.
"For once I agree with a Saiyan. Let me die, if that's what it comes too." She said out loud, but speaking under her breath afterward she uttered, "I might just surprise them even yet." as she turned around again, facing the waters. The sun was starting to set, reflecting off of the water, glistening in a beautiful rainbow of colors. She closed her eyes before opening them again and looking at Bulma.
"I'll take that ride. But do not take me to the city. Drop me in the forests. I will survive better there." Astaghaill smiled at the group and curtsied to them. "Thank you all again for taking care of me. I hope we have the pleasure of meeting again some day." Astaghaill said that to them, although she knew she was likely to die before she would even catch a glimpse of any of them again. They all said their farewells, whether they were nice or not, and she was on her way with Bulma who dropped her where she requested to before flying off. Astaghaill stood there, looking around, and listening to get an idea of her surroundings. She decided she was safe for the time being and decided to sit on the forest floor next to a tree. She rested her hands on her knees and sat straight, focusing on nothing, and everything.