AN: DBZ doesn't belong to me. I do, however, own Aurora and Tundra.

Luck of the Arcosian: Chapter 3

~Tundra's POV~

I got a call at about 6:05 PM. My father, Lord Cooler, as well as my uncle Frieza and grandfather King Cold, were all out on Planet Trade business. So in their absence, I watch over our homestead.

Where are my manners? I am Prince Tundra, and I make sure nothing happens to the royal family's crown jewel and home planet, Arcos. I am approximately 16 years of age, but still mature enough to work.

I'm certainly more mature than my stupid little cousin Kuriza. That 8 year old pain-in-the-neck thinks that he should watch over Arcos, ha, he couldn't watch over the palace's backyard without something going hilariously wrong.

Where was I? Ah, yes. I got a call at about 6:05 in the evening, right after I finished my supper and began the usual paperwork. I believe the man who called said "Lord Tundra, we need some assistance here. There is this mysterious mental patient who seems to know the royal family's signature Death Beam."

"Why in the world would some nutcase know the Death Beam? Unless, they are a distant family member..."

"I'll be there in 5 minutes." I ended the call. If there was another member of the royal family out there, then they could be a threat to the current royalty's throne. If not, then we would have quite the mystery on our hands. Either way, I've just received my get-out-of-work pass for the evening.

I flew on my hovercraft towards the hospital where the patient was being kept. Nothing special, a simple 10 story building with barred windows and an equally tall parking garage next door. I hopped off and walked into the lobby, where a nurse directed me to the patient's room.

I had asked for the patient's diagnosis, to which the nurse replied,

"Well, she claims to have amnesia, as she says that she doesn't remember even coming here. She also shows signs of being subject to child neglect, as she at first did not know how to fly or manipulate Ki, the two things her parents should have taught her. And for reasons we have yet to find, she panicked at the sight of the doctors, as well as her own reflection."

"That is odd. Perhaps she forgot what she looked like, or maybe never encountered her own kind besides her parents." I theorized.

"Maybe, she is still hesitant to say anything about herself."

"Alright then. Now, could you please tell me the events that lead to her using my family's signature attack?"

"Ah, yes, of course." The nurse seemed to be rather nervous, as she was sweating bullets at the moment. "Well, my coworker, Nurse Aisu, had entered the patients room with her dinner. Like most of those working with the patient, she asked about her past. The patient then gave a vague answer, and then sent the nurse away. On her way out, Aisu took the patient's notebook, thinking that it would prove useful in finding out the patient's identity."

The nurse pulled out a notebook with a black cover, and then opened it up to a random page. On the paper was a language with 26 characters, and a visible pattern. I could not identify what the language was, but there was the occasional drawing. These drawings mainly showed pictures of Saiyans and other races doing Ki attacks.

One that caught my attention was a picture depicting a hand with black nails, shooting a Death Beam from the looks of it. I spoke to the nurse,

"Did it ever occur to you that the patient may have been lying? Because from the looks of these sketches, she must have studied years worth of attacks, if not at least witnessed them. Have you done any DNA analysis yet?"

"Yes, the patient is as far from the royal bloodline as any commoner. However, she doesn't match any of the DNA profiles on the database. We weren't even aware an Arcosian could have such a bizarre eye color."

"I see. Let me see her." I ordered. The nurse quickly opened the door to the patients room, and stood beside the doorway. I walked into the relatively small room, but didn't get very far. In the middle of the room was a crowd of guards, apparently trying to restrain whom I assumed to be the patient.

There were clear sounds of cursing coming from the restrained, as I heard strange words both familiar and unfamiliar to me. I dismissed the guards, who seemed relieved that they could get away from the rowdy patient. They filed out of the room like a bat out of hell, and I got a better look at the patient.

I was rather surprised by what I saw. Lying on the bed, with her wrists and ankles restrained, was an Arcosian girl no older than myself. She had azure skin, forest green bio-gems, and bizarrely gray eyes. The latter of which gave me a short-lived glare before shifting to a expression of surprise. Her first words to me caught me off guard,

"Holy crap. You look just like Lord Cooler, but shorter. You are also kind of cute... Um, hello?"

Besides the little comment, she was did not seem to be trying anything. Yes, I'll be honest here, my father's genes definitely got the best of me. I do look like a teenage version of him, but with a dark blue and red instead of purple and blue. Anyways, it is rude not to respond to an inquiry, so I did the best I could,

"Hello, I am the young Lord Tundra."

She did respond to me, "Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Aurora."

"What is your family name?"

"So far as I know, I don't have one. Man, now they're sending in the big guns. If they wanted my identity so badly, they should maybe consider the fact that I may not want to talk about it. So, what're you here for?"

Her casual tone was almost insulting, but I reminded myself that she was, age-wise, my peer. I also didn't forget her alleged mental illness. I kept my stoic face throughout this, and answered her question.

"I was called here because you did something that only trained members of the royal family could do."

"Bitch slap a guy twice your size?"

"No. You used the Death Beam. In a hospital no less." I said in a strict tone. I don't even know what a "bitch" is, I am simply assuming that it is some alien curse word.

"Hey, they don't let me out of my room. And even if they did let me out, where would I go? I don't know jack-shit about this place, just that it's really cold all the time."

"That's not the point. It is illegal to use the Death Beam without special permission by a member of the Arcosian royal family. Even then, no-one teaches it except for members of the family to other members. How did you learn my family's technique?" I pressed. Her response was,

"I.. Uh... Know the future?"

I glared at her, and she gave me a nervous look. "Hey, I do! In a few years, the last of the Saiyans are gonna tear the PTO apart!" She stopped, and quickly covered her mouth with her hands. It was as if she said something forbidden. I pressed harder,

"What do you mean by that? There are only, what, three Saiyans left? Not one of them could even faze my uncle, no less my entire family."

"Look, all I can say is this: something bad is going to happen to your relatives. I know it."

"Oh please, spare me from your mad ranting. No wonder you're in here."

"At least my uncle didn't blow up the home planet of the Saiyans with a Super Nova, but not before killing their king." She stated almost smugly. She did get me there. No-one was told of what happened to Vegeta, and frankly, no-one cared.

To the rest of the Arcosians, the Saiyans were just another subservient species that fought for our leaders. Their planet was not exactly resourceful, and they did have a bad reputation for being barbaric in nature. These kinds of thoughts towards aliens were not uncommon in Arcosian society. I suppose my relatives popularized that.

"How do you know that?"

"I saw it." That's all she told me. I thought that I might as well ask her a few more things before I head out.

"If you never done Ki manipulation before, then how in the hell did you learn to use the Death Beam?"

"Oh, that? I really don't know. Dumb luck I guess. I have heard a lot of ways on how to do Ki manipulation stuff, but there's still a lot of things I don't know. For example: Ki sensory."

"People can sense energy?"

"Yeah. I'll be honest here, I am not exactly all that good at flying."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I have the worst attention span. I can't concentrate on anything I'm not used to, flying included. So, what do you guys normally do with kids who have no known family members, but know the future? Because honestly, I have no idea how this world works."

What a bizarre question. If she didn't include the "knowing the future" thing, then she'd be sent to a foster home. Now, if she was actually being honest, she could be a very useful asset. I pressed the button on my scouter, 2052, not bad, but not all that impressive.

I know there are psychic people out there. Hell, my uncle employed one into his special forces. However, we've normally exterminated them for their dangerous abilities. This girl, Aurora, is an Arcosian though. If we did destroy her, who knows what the people would think. So, I gave her the only solution I could think of.

"We would probably employ you into the Planet Trade Organization. In fact, if they let you out, we'll draft you."

"Draft? As in, force me to join?" She was throughly pissed now, and what a sight it was. Her fists were clenched, her face was turning purple, and her eyes looked like they would shoot Ki at me any moment now. Thankfully though, she was terrible at it.

I gave a wry grin, and left her behind. Her face was priceless. "Coward!" She shouted at my back.


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