Pacifist

Chapter 3—Being Saiyan

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"So you're Trunks Briefs."

Trunks nodded, his subtle expression shouting his amusement.

"And the other two are your parents, Vegeta—who happens to be the Prince of all Saiyans—and his mate, Bulma Briefs."

"That's right."

"And I'm Saiyan."

Once more, Trunks nodded.

"Bull shit."

Trunks smirked, amused by Chessa's denial of the obvious. Even without his mother's genetic test, the fact that the woman who had somehow appeared in the building that was Capsule Corp. Headquarters and also his family's home was Saiyan was undeniable. From her scent to her tail, the was a perfect match for everything that it was to be Saiyan. At the same time, she so obviously was nothing like any Saiyan he or his father had ever met that it was amazing. For one thing, Saiyans as a rule took out their frustration through violence. Chessa showed the classic signs of frustration, but at the same time was showing no tendency towards violence.

"It doesn't matter what or where you were born," Trunks finally answered. "Somehow you're here now, and you're Saiyan. There's no use denying it."

Chessa snorted. "Of course there's use in denying it. If I deny it long enough, maybe it will go away and I'll wake up to discover this is all a bad dream."

Trunks couldn't help but shake his head at Chessa's stubborn insistence. She was Saiyan, and yet she denied it with such fervor he could almost believe that she wasn't. "So you say you're not Saiyan. Well, then, what's the last thing you remember before you were here?"

"I had just finished casting a spell," she said promptly, her eyes flashing in defiance as she lifted her chin proudly, the arrogance of her posture screaming that she was exactly what he said she was.

"What was this spell supposed to do?"

"It was supposed to . . ." her eyes widened. "Oh."

"Oh?"

"I think . . . I think that I might have been a little careless."

"Careless."

Chessa nodded, rubbing the tip of her nose in embarrassment. "The wording . . . fits what seems to have happened. 'Take me now to somewhere strange' . . . 'Let those in this place have power' . . . 'If any change in me be made, Let it be in body' . . . it all fits. It all fits what's happened here. The spell worked, just not in the way I expected it to. It brought me here, made me Saiyan . . . and dumped me with other Saiyans, who wouldn't think twice about me having any sort of power, because you have power of your own."

Trunks's smirk returned. "So you're here because you asked to be."

"Sort of. I was just hoping for something along the lines of finding a Coven to join when I went to college this fall. I just wasn't very clear in my meaning when I worked out the spell. I guess I was more worried about whether or not it rhymed properly."

Trunks laughed, shaking his head. "So you're here because you wanted to make sure your spell rhymed?"

"Pretty much." Chessa glared as Trunks kept laughing. "It's not that funny! It says in the Rede that spells are supposed to rhyme so they'll have more power behind them! Seriously, I don't know what you find so funny about it—you seem happy enough to have me here!"

Trunks smirked, shaking his head at Chessa's ignorance. "Do you know how few Saiyans there are? Two full blooded Saiyans. Four half. One quarter. Any you. You're the only unattached full-blood Saiyan left anywhere and the only female with Saiyan blood other than my little sister and little Pan. Even my father's pleased, and it takes a lot to make him happy! There are now seven people who can claim to be Saiyans, even if four of us are only demi-Saiyan."

Chessa gave Trunks an odd, unreadable expression, staring at him incomprehensibly for several moments before finally speaking in a voice with a hint of what could possibly be curiosity. "And how did this occur?"

Trunks snorted. "You've been Saiyan long enough to know we're violent."

"So basically you killed yourselves off," she said flatly, her eyes concealing a great deal of emotion.

"Not exactly. Most of our people were killed on Vegeta-sei when Freeza destroyed the planet to punish my father for failing to destroy Earth. The few survivors . . . well, most were killed in the attempt. My father is the only one who remembers Vegeta-sei."

"I see. Still, violence led you to this end; it is no more than you deserve."

Author's Note: I know enough Wiccans to know that not all take the charge "If it harm none, do what ye will" past the use of the Craft. It seems to be ideal, however, for Chessa to be one of those who believes that pacifism is called for by her belief system.

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