Kala Saga - Chapter 2 - Memories
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, or any of its characters. I do own Kala, and any other characters that I might decide to add later on that don't belong to Akira Toryama. If u want to use any of them, well, uh, email me. If I don't like u, well, tough, u can't use my characters. (I'm a mean bitch, I know *lolz*)
Kala sighed deeply and brought a burst of fresh air into her lungs. She gazed across the horizon; things could be so peaceful if you looked at them from a distance. She was standing atop a mountain in the 439 Area, close to where that baka Goten lived. God, she hated him. She had kissed her!! HER!!! The Saiyan Princess! Not that it wasn't nice, or sweet for that matter, but God she hated him! She chuckled silently to herself. 'OH well. At least with that new gravity room I can train to beat him up. That'll be a day to remember,' she thought silently as she dove off the mountain into a lake that rested at the mountain's base.
She slipped silently into the water, cold needles immediately stinging scarred skin. It was the morning after the fateful incident with Goten. Something inside of her was eating at her. Whenever she wanted to get away from the world to think, or not to think for that matter, she came here. It was always so peaceful here; nothing to disturb her except for the occasional wildlife that happened to wander upon her secluded area. She returned to the surface after swimming a few laps, and breathed in cold, hard air. She rested on her back, and floated for a few seconds before diving under again.
'Who does he think he is? He is, after all, just a low class brat, like father says. What, does he think he can just do that? It wouldn't be so bad if had just been a little nicer about it. My god, what am I thinking? I should have just killed him right then and there. I could have. Probably. Maybe. OK, I'm not going to lie to myself. I couldn't have. Kala, you have to get a life. Maybe school isn't such a bad idea. Mom wouldn't have to home-school me, and I could show off my freakishly strong powers. And Trunks said school was fun for him, even thought all the kids weren't as strong as him. OK, they were no where near as strong as him. At least he had Goten. Even Bra had Pan, even though Bra is, well, weak. Oh God, I hate my life.'
Kala surfaced again and rose quickly out of the water. She dried herself off with a quick surge of energy and hovered to the water's edge to she was able to stand on dry land. Abruptly, a strong wind blasted across the lake. Kala looked up to see what caused the sudden gust, but found nothing suspicious. 'Getting a little paranoid there, eh Kala?' she thought. 'Maybe I should get back. Mom'll be up soon, and I have to get back before that happens. If she catches me, may Dende have mercy on my soul,' she thought chuckling.
Kala took off into the horizon in a blast of white energy, and flew leisurely towards Capsule Corporation, the building she had grown to call home. Kala hadn't exactly grown up in a traditional household, even considering the fact that her father was the last of an ancient warrior race. She had grown up a loner, afraid to trust, afraid to love past the extent of her father and brother. They were the only two people who could totally understand her, her needs, and lusts. She grew up more like a guy than a girl, more of a tomboy than even Pan was. Her mother and sister didn't understand the wants of a true warrior, although that didn't totally apply to her mother. She certainly knew what Vegeta wanted (hehe). Bra, however, had no idea, judging on her present. (Lipstick??!!) No, Kala was alone, just as alone as her father had been when he first came to this planet. There was one exception to this, one non-warrior that could even make Kala trust. But she was far-gone, away in the afterlife, and it was all her fault. All her fault…
*Flashback*
"Kala, sweetheart, why don't you help me with these?" the aging woman that Bulma had asked to be Kala's nanny asked.
"Ah, Lunch, do I have to?" Kala whined, pouting the way she always did.
"Yes, you do, so get moving! You Saiyans can train all day, but you can't help wash a single dish? Now I've seen everything!" Lunch replied. After Goku had disappeared, Bulma had found an aging Lunch, fresh out of a job, without a husband, shopping in a market in the heart of Satan City. Bulma had apprehended the woman, heard her out, and invited her to stay at Capsule Corp. provided she would be a nanny for her youngest child, Kala. Kala had grown to love this woman as a mother, considering the fact that Bulma was always in her lab concocting one device or another. Lunch was a kind and gentle woman, and she always knew how to make Kala feel better.
"But I don't-" she was cut off by Lunch giving her the evil eye. If there was any way to make Kala do something, it was by having Lunch give her the evil eye. "Never mind, I'd be happy to help you Miss Lunch," she said, complying with the woman's wishes.
"Now that's a good girl," Lunch said soothingly. "Now, after we finish up with these plates, you can have some cookies, that sound good to you?" Kala's eyes lit up with joy, and suddenly, her pace greatly intensified. Within two minutes, the whole set of dishes were washed, dried, and stacked in neat piles in the cupboard. "Well," Lunch said breathlessly as she chuckled lightly. "You certainly do work fast when you want something, don't you?"
"That's what they tell me!" Kala exclaimed sweetly as her eyes sparkled happily up at Lunch. "Now, for your part of the bargain. Where are those cookies?" she said joyfully as only the purest child could.
"Oh, they're right here, sweetheart. Let me-" she said, pulling out a chair from the table to stand on, being too short to get the cookies out of the cabinet.
"Lunch, please, you've known me since I was a baby, I can fly you know," Kala winked at her as she hovered up to pull the cookies out of the cabinet. She returned down once she had gotten the sweets, while Lunch retrieved a bowl to place them in.
"Now, Kala-"
"I know, I know. Don't eat the whole bag in one sitting. Lunch, I'm a Saiyan! I eat, let's see, a lot! I can eat a whole bag of cookies without getting fat!" Kala said monotonously.
"Oh, all right. But just this once-"
"Yeah!" Kala cried as she dug into the cookies, finishing them in a matter of seconds, leaving Lunch with a sweatdrop on her forehead. "More, please!" she said, holding out her hands to Lunch. Lunch sighed as she got the chair to get more cookies.
* * * *
"Lunch, can you read me a story?"
"Oh, sure," Lunch said, smiling. "What do you want to hear tonight, Kal?" Kala looked bewildered for a second, but then relaxed her face in certainty.
"I want to hear the story of the Saiyan princess who grows up to be the strongest Super Saiyan ever! And all of her family comes together, and her favoritist nanny is there with her, and they have a big party!" Kala breathed as she closed her eyes and rested her head on the pillow.
"OK, but you listen to that one every night," Lunch said, smiling. "Don't you want to-"
"NO! I want to hear the story of the Saiyan princess!" Kala exclaimed, furious that someone would question her judgment, as most young children would be.
Lunch chuckled wholeheartedly as she said, "OK. You can get your favorite story. Once upon a time, there was a princess. She wasn't just any princess, though. She was the princess of all the Saiyans. Her father, the mighty King Vegeta, was a good king, and her mother, Queen Bulma was a beautiful and elegant woman. She had a brother and sister, Prince Trunks and Princess Bra. Although she was the smallest of them, her father always saw the potential that his tiny daughter had, inside of her. Everyday, the King trained with her, and eventually, the princess grew stronger; stronger than even her brother and sister. The time came when-" Lunch stopped as she looked down as the sleeping Saiyan girl. "Sleep well, my dear Kala. Tomorrow is a new day." Lunch got up and switched off the lights in Kala's room. "For everyone," she added before she slipped silently out of her room.
* * * *
"Father? What? What's going on?"
"AH, hello Kala. The day has come for you to be tested," Vegeta told his daughter.
"Tested? What do you mean father? How am I going to be tested?"
"It's simple, really. You kill me and you inherit the throne. That's how easy it is."
"But father, I don't want to-" she was interrupted by Vegeta's fist connecting with her upper lip. Kala sprung back as blood spurted out of her mouth. "Father! Stop this!"
"Kala, look at yourself. You are no longer my little girl! You are the devil's blade, a creature that thrives on pain and death!"
Kala looked down on herself and saw a more mature her, and woman of perhaps fifteen. She gasped at the battle scars that danced across her body, the wounds that disfigured her otherwise attractive figure. The thing that shocked her most, however, was the marking that crossed over the top of her left leg. It was a marking of death; a marking that would not have been there if it had not been specifically put there. The blade of the devil. She forced herself to look back up at her father. "No," she breathed. "This is not what I am! I am not the devil's blade!" she cried as her body exploded and the essence that was her was gone, replaced with thriving hot energy. Her voice still echoed though; "I am not the devil's blade."
* * * *
She awoke to see ruins, blood all around her, her house in shambles. Kala scrambled to get to her feet, not that it mattered. Everything around her was gone. Hot tears started to form in her irritated eyes, blinking out the visions that lay there before her. "No," was all she could say before she ran into the rubble, searching frantically for her family. Suddenly, a hand erupted from the dust. It was her father, pulling himself up from the crumbles of their house, dragging her mother along with him.
"Ohhhh," he moaned as he laid Bulma down on the ground. He raised his eyes up to look at her in shock. "Kala?"
Suddenly, a great eruption occurred to the right of Kala, Trunks coming out of it. "What the hell was that?" Trunks said, furiously. "Dad, please do not tell me you were training late again and lost it. I swear-" he stopped as he saw Kala, trembling violently as she knelt down onto the ground. "Kala," she said softly as he ran over to help her.
Bra's leg suddenly shot up from the ground, crumbling the loose ground around her to reveal her body. She moaned slightly as she got up and started around at her surroundings. "Dad? Trunks? What the? What the hell is going on?" Her eyes rested on Kala, who was, incidentally, the one everyone was staring at now as Trunks tried to stop her incessant sobbing. "By Dende," Bra whispered to herself. "She couldn't have done that all on her own. Could she have?"
Kala slowly got up and suddenly became more alert as she broke free of Trunks' grip and ran to a patch of rubble and started digging. "Kala…" Bulma softly said as she watched her daughter dig hopelessly through the rubble. Gohan and Goten abruptly arrived, but were too shocked to say anything. Kala continued to dig until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out the limp body of her nanny, Lunch, and laid her gently on the floor.
"No," was all she could mutter before she screamed, and an enormous quantity of power came screaming out of her. Her hair flashed golden, finally standing firm at a sparkling blond. Her eyes, now turquoise, glittered with self-hate and anger. Her muscles bulged, and increased their width by a few inches. A golden aura erupted around her, and within seconds, she had achieved a status that had taken her father years of striving to achieve. The much-coveted status of Super Saiyan. Her family looked at her in shock, while Goten and Gohan had to cover their eyes from the dust that was coming their way. Finally, Kala's power surge ended, and she fell limply into the dead arms of Lunch. "Lunch… no…" were the last words she said before she fell unconscious.
*End of Flashback*
Well, that's it 4 chapter 2. I'm hopefully going to have more soon. There will be romance in it though, later on in the story. You can probably guess who it will be between. But since I'm not going to tell you, you'll just have too keep on guessing.
Until later,
Princess Kala.
