Chapter 3
Vegeta hated Yamcha more than he hated anyone else. Freeza included. The very thought that that weakling ever had his arms wrapped around his Bulma made his blood boil but his hatred had another basis. Yamcha had hit Bulma and that was something he could never, ever forgive. The incident took place shortly after Bulma and Vegeta's first night together. They were having breakfast with Mr. and Mrs. Briefs. Normally, Vegeta would just gulp everything down as fast as he could and left for the gravity room. But since his new relationship with Bulma he took his time when eating just so he could be near her. Bulma appreciated the attention mindful that Vegeta would always put training first no matter what developed between them. She was, however, content, at least Vegeta would only ever play with the gravity machine and not some cheap slut. As if on cue Yamcha had walked in, and demanded that Bulma speak with him. One casual glance at Yamcha told Bulma he was drunk out of his mind. This made Bulma very, very angry. How dare he come to her house in such a state? In a crippled voice she told him that there was nothing he had to say that he could not say in front of everybody. Her tone of voice had been enough to send Yamcha over the edge. He started screaming obscenities at he and demanded that she get back together with him. Had Yamcha had sense enough to pay attention to his KI reading senses or had he ventures a glance over towards Vegeta he would have realised that Vegeta was in full battle aura and standing ramrod straight with his face suffused with anger. But Yamcha didn't. Bulma had listened to his with a face devoured of emotion and when he finished quietly uttered the word 'Never' with such finality that Yamcha snapped and backhanded Bulma across the room. She would have hit the wall but Vegeta caught her.
He was furious and raised his finger to send Yamcha to the next dimension but Bulma stopped him, telling him that Yamcha would suffer more alive. Vegeta was not sure what she meant. Later he understood that Bulma had known that though Yamcha had a commitment problem and Bulma did not really love him as completely as she loved Vegeta, he did love her with all his heart. It was due to this reason that Yamcha had tried to get back with Bulma when Vegeta suddenly took off shortly after Bulma found out she was pregnant. It was not what Bulma suspected. Vegeta knew she would fall pregnant the moment he took her, the night they conceived Trunks. But Trunks' presence inside Bulma so altered Bulma's 'feel' that it rattled Vegeta far more than he would like it to have. In the end he felt as if he would go mad if he didn't leave and so took off. Yamcha lapped up the opportunity to try and warm his way back into Bulma's life. He had succeeded to a certain degree. He had, however, failed to get anywhere near her bed and he was certainly forever shut out of her heart. None the less, he did take a chance and proposed to her and it was than that Bulma had explained to him that no matter what Vegeta did she would never leave him. She had admitted later to Vegeta and Trunks, but not to Bra, that for one long moment she had been tempted to accept. The thought had pained Vegeta and he had sworn never to abandon her again. He did not ask Bulma for a similar vow for despite everything, inside Vegeta knew that she would never abandoned him. It seemed he was right, even in death she was there to ease his pain, to take away his suffering.
Trunks woke up with a dazed look on his face. He was not sure whether last night, well actually he really should say that the events leading up to the time he fell asleep were real of not. He instinctively turned his head to the other bed. No one was there. But the signs that someone was there was evident enough. He wondered absently where, she was. That's when he heard the sound of water. He sat up and stared towards the door of the adjoining bathing chamber. He realised the he was no longer getting that high KI reading, that would make anybody but a super Saiyain flinch from her anymore. Which could mean one of two things, he was wrong last night or she, like him, could hide her KI. He was wondering which in was when she walked out wearing nothing but thin white cotton dress that barely reached her knees. She was not taller than Trunks himself. Which was pretty short for a Saiyain but her long legs created an illusion of height that made dress appear short and revealing. Actually the length of the dress was not what was making Trunks' jaws drop and eyes widen. It was the dress clinking to her wet form and revealing every graceful curve of her body.
When she noticed Trunks face she instinctively folded her arms over her chest and scowled at him, 'Stop staring. What you have never seen a tail before.' Her tail dangling from behind her. Slightly waving in irritation.
Her irritated comment brought Trunks out of the sense of nostalgia he was feeling. 'Actually, I haven't seen a tail before and if you want people to stop staring than don't go around half dressed.'
'Hmph.' She shook her head bring her mass of long spiky waist length hair in front of her. That was the first time Trunks fully noticed her hair. It was far spiky than any human's hair could possible get but he could see how a Saiyain could find it inadequate. She walked over to her bed and sat down. She reached down and hauled a heavy looking bag next to her. She pulled out a metallic comb with teeth sharp enough to kill somebody and began to suffuse it with KI. No, his senses had not been wrong, she did have a disturbingly high KI. In fact it fell just short of Super Saiyain. Turing her back to Trunks she began to pull mercilessly at her hair.
'O so that's how you get it to appear straight.' Thought Trunks as he began to make his way to the wash chamber. It was an action he did not dare while she was in front of him. There are many, many, disadvantages in wearing skin-tight spandex.
Vegeta woke up to the computers insistent beeping and sent an annoyed glance towards it. He was near a planet. A desert planet that seemed to have at least two large settlements. Good, maybe finally he would get some action.
Vegeta landed near the largest of the two settlements that showed up on his scanner and was immediately disappointed. Despite being extensive in area the dwelling that comprised it were little more than slightly advance huts. There was absolutely no sign of technology and Vegeta had a suspicion the place might just be an over grown village. Never the less, Vegeta decided to investigate the village further. Who knows? There might be a warrior worthy of fighting.
Trunks stepped into the shower and turned the water on full, cold. This was ridiculous. He was reacting like a teenager, drooling and gaping just because she was stunningly gorgeous. Heck, he still didn't know her name. It occurred to Trunks that he better ask the question now, before he forgot again or more accurately got side tracked.
Trunks closed his eyes and transmitted, 'What's your name?' to the girl. He was not used to telepathic communication.
'Goma.' Came the reply.
'What kind of a vegetable is that?' asked Trunks remembering all true Saiyains were named after vegetables.
'What kind of a vegetable is Trunks?' Trunks felt his mouth curve up in a smile, he absently wondered weather he would ever be able to get a straight answer from her. He had a feeling that there would be plenty of time to find that out.
Vegeta walked along the dirt path that led though the village, glaring at everyone. The occupants looked like humans with green or blue skin with rough straight yellow hair. They were all ether herdsmen whose cattle like charges grazed on the plants that grew on the harsh desert climate or miners who mined the crystals from the mountains that surrounded the desert. There were no warriors, which meant Vegeta could not play. He sighed and turned to head for the pod but found that his path was blocked by a mass of people.
Vegeta was about to yell at them to get the hell out of the way. When an old, wrinkled blue skinned man step forward, shacking from both fear and old age. Vegeta looked at the man in amusement and growled out, 'What do you want old man?'
The old man began to speak hurriedly, as he wanted to get this over with, 'You… you are a warrior?' he said as his gaze travelled down to Vegeta's Saiyain style armour.
Vegeta gave a curt nod, the old man continued, 'Well, non-of us are warriors. But we have a little problem that requires a warrior. You see just beyond the town limits towards the south is a mountain with a large cave entrance. On the other side of the cave lie the ruins of an old city. Strange powerful creatures inhabit those ruins.' The old man shuddered, 'They come out at the dead of night and drink the blood of all who are unfortunate enough to cross their path. Normally they do not come to the town itself. But recently they have been coming here as well and frankly we cannot take it anymore. All the warriors of our planet have either been killed or driven insane by these creatures.'
Bored, Vegeta cut the man short, 'So you want me to see if I can destroy these creatures.' The old man nodded. Vegeta's mouth took on the shape of a deadly Saiyain battle smirk, 'Well than I will have to see what I can do?' so saying he flew of towards the mountain.
Trunks stepped out of the shower and put on the baggiest pants he could find. He was not about to give that annoying, little … Feh, he was going to have to think of some adjectives to describe her that did not include the worlds beautiful, sexy and god damn it, he was acting like a teenager again. It must be her pheromones. Saiyain did used to rely on scent clues a lot. That was one of the only reasons it took Vegeta nearly a year to realise that he was in love with Bulma despite thinking of her every minute he was not busy cursing Goku or Kakarott as he put it. Trunks, however, took comfort in the fact that pheromone induced reactions did not last long, twenty-four hours max. It was not that Trunks was feeling more for her than just pure meaningless lust. After all she was the most annoying creature he has ever met and that included his highly hormonal, short tempered, whining, sorry excuse for a warrior sister.
He exited the bathroom and flicked a casual glance towards Goma. She was wearing a loose black pants that looked to be made from cotton like material and a black short sleeved T-shirt looking top. Her hair was tied back in a thick plat with spiky bits sticking out every where. At his entrance she gently turned her head towards him and gave him a limp eyed jealous look before turning her head back down to her fingers. She was sharpening her nails. Surprised at that Trunks wondered why she had been crying. It was than that he glanced down to her comb that lay on the bed next to her. Against the white sheet of the bed the dried blood on the tips of the sharp teeth of the comb was clearly visible. It obviously hurt very, very much to comb her hair. There also lay the root of her envious look. Trunks had inherited his mother's hair. Which meant that it was soft and manageable. Trunks smiled a little and the next time she turned towards him he made a point of moving his head in such a way that his hair could not avoid attracting her attention. Goma went beet red at this little antic of his and Trunks swore that she was about half a second away from throwing that comb at him. He wondered rather seriously whether he could survive a direct hit from that meat cleaver of a comb. But as it happen he did not have to dodge any air-born lethal beautification instrument. For Goma only uttered, 'I though you wanted to spar today, hybrid.' Between clenched teeth, 'So lets go. I am dying to kick that head of yours in.'
Trunks cocked an eyebrow at her, 'You mean my head with my lushes, beautiful, manageable, soft purple hair.' He said in a tone of mock self-praise.
Goma smiled that dangerous Saiyain smirk though, Trunks noted, due to her face it did not come out as viciously as she would have liked it. 'I was thinking of kicking your head with your weak, flimsy, weirdly coloured hair in.' She hissed out.
Trunks smirked, for a moment transforming into a purple haired version of Vegeta, 'You will pay for that.' He said as he pulled on a black tank top and followed the growling Goma out the door. It suddenly, hit Trunks that earlier on he had thought about his mother without the pain of lose that had usually accompanied it for the last two months or so. He was not entire sure whether he should be relieved that he was finally getting over his lose or that he should reproach himself for getting over her so soon.
'What's the hold up hybrid? You are not going to back out are you?' Goma growled in a tone that was meant to be menacing. But unfortunately the gentle under tone remained and the intended malice was completely undermined.
'I do not back out of battles, woman.' Trunks growled out, 'If I don't want to fight I usually don't issue a challenges in the first place.' That was true, if Trunks didn't want to fight very few people could actually make him. When he was young, Vegeta would make him fight by treating to take away his allowance, as he got older Vegeta always found a way to attack his pride and thus trick him into a fight. Trunks had a sneaking suspicion that this strange girl may also find a way of making him fight when he really didn't want to. Saiyains had a way of doing that.
It had not taken Vegeta long to find the place the old man spoke of. Though he found the cave entrance he saw no reason to use it since the ruins were visible from the air and far more easily accessible. Soon after touching down Vegeta began systematically exploring the broken, air eroded brown baked brick buildings. Despite Bulma's insistence that Saiyain battle technique consisted of point and shoot, Vegeta was always very keen on exploration. The thought of Bulma brought a twig of pain, but he ignored it. He had a job to do and he could not afford to dwell upon his pain.
The ruins were extensive. It was clear that once upon a time this was a very, large prosperous city. Many of the large buildings were incredible well decorated. The footpaths were made of decorated stone slabs. Here and there remnants of once exquisite statues and fountains stood as proof of this places forgotten glory. The place abruptly reminded Vegeta of Arlia. It seemed such a long time ago. A life time in fact. Human lifetime, Bulma's lifetime. The twig of pain returned and this time Vegeta let himself feel it, before continuing on.
Goma did not flaunt her tail, Trunks noticed, she kept it hidden underneath her cloths. She did however flaunt a seashell pendant. That Trunks remembered was the mark of the islander tribe. But it was also a mark none save the Saiyains would recognise. But there was another pendent on the same chain that Trunks did not recognise. He was ready to dismiss it as a decoration but Goma did not seem like a person who would wear a chain through a match just because it looked pretty. After all it would be so easy just to grab it and choke her. Not that Trunks would ever have the heart to put any mark upon that beautiful, tender neck. Trunks shook his head. He couldn't wait for the twenty-four hours to be up.
They had no problem getting the ring for their sparring session. It was too early for the tournaments and the training sessions for the port warriors were held in secret and the challenging warriors were most happy to step aside and become spectators. After all Trunks was the only one ever to win at this port and the others were hoping to pick up some techniques. As such the hopped really, really hard that the girl lasted more than two seconds.
They took up positions opposite each other on the very edge of the circle. Trunks immediately slipped into a fighting stance; Goma remained standing. 'Ladies first.' Whispered Trunks in a disturbingly seductive tone.
Oh, great. Thought Goma irritated another goddamn male who gets turned on after a good fight. Bah, I know we Saiyain's have fighting in our blood but this is ridiculous. I mean at this rate I won't be able to fight any man without having to worry about the potential ramifications resulting form their raging hormones. Curse my damn irresistible beauty.
'What ever you say, hybrid.' Goma said flatly before blinking out and appearing behind Trunks. Before Trunks had time to realise where she was she shouldered him in the back and sent him flying across the diameter of the circle towards the far wall.
Trunks quickly recovered. He flipped in mid-air, tucked his feet in and pushed against the wall, bouncing of it he head straight for her with his fist clinched in front of him. He knew she would see it and he had expected her to dodge or block. But he did not expect her to suddenly appearing on top of him and hammer fisting him to the ground. It took him totally by surprise. How had she done that? He wondered. One minute her KI, her image was in front of him and the next instant her KI and her image was on top of him. If she had moved at faster than light speed her image would have taken time to catch up with her and he would have felt her KI trail. But there was no KI trail or a delayed image trail. No, how she moved resembled how… goddamn it Goku moves when he did that instantaneous movement thing. That annoying little bitch knew instantaneous movement. Trunks thought in irritation as he pried himself out of the ground. Just in time to dodge a punch that left a neat little hole on the ground. Her ability to do teleportation was not likely to make him loss the match but that did not mean that she was not going to make him go through considerable amount of trouble.
There was one very effective way to track people with the ability to teleport and that was not to track them at all but to respond to them as they registered on the senses. Trunks adopted this strategy against her with great success. She would blink out of sight and try to land a blow on Trunks but Trunks would pick up where she was and block. The strategy was so effective that she found it more efficient to simply move fast. After all, it took less energy, less concentration, she did not, Trunks noted, raise her fingers to her head in order to teleport though the centre of her forehead did glow just before she did teleport. Goku had told him that he too could do the teleportation without raising his fingers to his forehead, unfortunately that required a lot of concentration and was simply a waste of energy. Well, freaking hell, she has been doing it all this time and she certainly did not appear out of energy thought Trunks as he blocked franticly the aggressive blows of a very, very speedy Saiyain. Blasted she is good. Thought Trunks a little annoyed at his little success at being able to take any offensive action.
Determine to change that fact he flipped backwards. Catching the startled Goma off-guard and under the chin with the tip of his boots. Her head jerked back painfully and her body also flipped backwards. Going with the momentum she touched the ground lightly with her flat palms in a momentary handstand and then flipped again to land gracefully on her feet. She was incredible agile. No sooner had she done that that Trunks was greeted by a volley of KI blasts. Each of which, Trunks realised was lobbed at him at Goma's full strength and could easily get through his KI shield and do serious damage. He had no choice but to go Super-Saiyain. In that form the blasts were almost harmless and did nothing more than buck his KI shield. Thinking that this match was as good as over Trunks proceeded to pound Goma mercilessly. He still found her fighting technique combined with her agility a formidable opposition. On top of that she was filled with little tricks. One of the first ones Trunks saw was when she lobbed a KI sphere at him that he only had to move his head to one side to avoid. Thinking that was way to easy Trunks turned his head back to glance at the sphere as it hurtled by. Sure enough there was more to it. Trunks watched in amazement as the sphere broke into several smaller pieces, spiked into needles and hurtle towards him. It took some fancy manoeuvring to avoid the majority of the needles but many still manage to make contact. Thought normally the KI level would have been too low to harm a Super-Saiyain but due to the lack of area the force was being applied to the needles hurt a lot. So much so that Trunks found himself delivering a very powerful blow that sent Goma hurtling through the air to hit the wall so hard that Trunks swore she broke every bone in her body. As if to confirm his suspicions her body slumped to the floor of the ring like a pile of jelly. A twig of remorse went through him as he realised what he had done. But his face showed nothing save the pleasure of victory. He walked over to her with that I-am-the-greatest smirk pasted all over his face and asked with a tone of sarcasm, 'What no more tricks?'
Oddly enough, Goma smiled. This made Trunks exceedingly nervous, 'O I still have a couple up my sleeve.' No sooner had she said that that she began to glow with a bright white aura. When it parted, she stood up straight in front of Trunks fresh, unharmed, unmarked. Trunks' jaw dropped. How, what, of course that healing thing. So they could use that on themselves as well. His trail of thoughts was abruptly cut of when Goma struck with renewed vigour. Her punch solidly connected with his nose and would have broke it had he still not have been in Super-Saiyain mode. Soon the battle was back on and this time Trunks found himself to be at an disadvantage for as far as he could tell Goma's energy was fully restored and his of course was not. The situation reminded Trunks of his numerous but far in-between matches with Android-18. Still Trunks knew that it would not cost him the match, he just had to end it very, very soon and the only way Trunks could think of was to knock her out. As such he proceeded to do just that. But Goma still had one more trick up her sleeve and she decided to use it when she began to find Trunks blows impossible to avoid and to powerful to block. Picking herself up from the ground, where Trunks' last kick had placed her, she got on her knees and raised her right hand to her face and covered her right eye. Trunks watched with a curiosity that prevented him from action. For a brief moment Trunks saw a dark blue star appear on the back of her hand and the instant later Trunks saw an eye, her eye appear at the centre of the star. 'Fear.' She said with cold deathly tone.
Flash. For a moment Trunks was totally blinded by the bright light that engulfed him. But slowly it parted and the picturesque image of a bright blue sky meeting far out into the horizon with an equally blue sea greeted him. The view was amazing and familiar. He slowly turned to and came face to face with comfortable size pink house with the word Kame written on it. Trunks wondered briefly if the little bitch had actually teleported him back to earth or was he just dreaming. He reached up to touch the side of his face and froze. Beard, he had a beard turning he tried quickly to reach the water but found that his movement severally restricted, like he had arthritis or something like that. Nevertheless he did finally managed to reach the edge of the water. Trunks gasped and shuddered at his reflection. This once lavender hair was not totally snow white. His once flawless face was not marred with unsightly wrinkles and scars that due to his advanced age his Saiyain healing system could not heal. Trunks gasped again and franticly ran his hand over his face hoping to touch unwrinkled flesh but found only wrinkles. Stunned he sat down, trying to make sense of what was going on, and felt something cold brush up against his bare thighs. Looking down Trunks spotted a pile of dirty magazines that had 'Property of Trunks Briefs Vegeta hand off' written on them. No, thought Trunks, this can't be happening. He was only thirty. He was not an old man living the life of a hermit. Alone with nothing better to do than gaze at cold, impersonal images of naked or nearly naked women in magazines. He was not…this was not happening. But yet he could feel it. He could see the magazine, hear the sea, touch the dirt and smell the ocean. This could not be a hallucination. For how can a hallucination effect all his senses? No, this must be real. But no it couldn't be. It just couldn't.
'No' screamed out Trunks as he powered up to Super-Saiyain level three for the very first time in his life.
'Freak.' Thought Goma. She had moved in close to strike Trunks and so felt the leading edge of Trunk's expanding KI strike her at point blank range. She was thrown against the wall in near fatal force and went through the glass. 'Note to self, don't use fear against a Super-Saiyain. At least not till you perfected the attack.' She thought just before passing out.
The sudden outburst of KI also jolted Trunks out of the powerful psychic illusion created by Goma and he was once again back in the ring. He powered down as soon as he came to his senses. Amazed that his new power and the stunning abilities of his mysterious opponent Trunks slowly made his way to the limp body of Goma. Kneeling down he gently almost tenderly picked her up. Gazing down at her face with open adoration Trunks found himself thinking that he had never seen a prettier girl. Marron included who was by far the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Well, she was anyway, up until now. She looked so beautiful in fact that Trunks found himself wondering for one rather absurd moment if this was how the Sleeping beauty appeared to the prince who rescued her or even snow white. Trunks chuckled to himself, 'Well, little one you are full of surprises. Not only are you filled with little tricks and amazing abilities and dare lies my problem. Not only do you posses the fighting skill that I can't help but admire, you also posses that, as my father put it, fairytale princess beauty that I can't help but react to and to top it all of you have the pheromones that I react to. There is more danger here than you realise little one for right about now you are appealing, and appealing rather strongly to my hormones and the last time I followed my hormones I almost ended up killing someone I really, really loved. Just not strong enough to take as my mate.' Whispered Trunks unwillingly remembering the whole painful episode with Pan. Sighing he began to make his way towards their room. Inwardly vowing to put some distance between the two of them as soon as she was conscious and healed enough to take care of herself. Something she was clearly unable to do now.
Vegeta's explorations through the ruins yelled two finds that held his interest for more than a second. One was the largely intact temple like building and the other the six great stone statues that lined the path leading up to the temple. The Statues were ten times his height. They were grotesque even by Saiyain standards and appeared perfectly preserved. But what gave them a peculiarly fear factor was the fact that their stone eyes seemed to follow Vegeta as he walked up the path to the temple. Each of the status had one coloured gem on their forehead. They were very valuable but Vegeta having no care for money paid them no heed.
The temple composed of two rooms. One encased within the other. The outer chamber was large and well decorated but lacked anything that grabbed Vegeta's interest. The inner chamber, however, contained carvings that told stories. Vegeta knew from the Saiyain temples he visited as a child that these carving often told stories and he took pains to study them, hoping that they would yelled some clue as to what exactly he was suppose to be fighting. As far as Vegeta could tell from the carving the inhabitants of this city used to worship the statues outside and that the priest used to hid in the inner chamber when it was night time. Vegeta also noted that the priest seemed to leave scarifies for the statues just before sunset and that in one of the carvings one statue actually appeared to be bending down. But he soon dismissed them as inconsequential. Snorting an annoyed snort at his lack of success, Vegeta made his way to the about the centre of the ruins and sat down cross legged before hovering up in the same poster and drifting into a meditative trance.
Trunks sat on his bed cross legged, staring at the still unconscious figure of Goma lying on her own bed. She had been out for nearly two hours and Trunks was beginning to get worried. But to quell his worries Goma finally began to stir and opened one vivid smouldering unfathomed black eye to peek at Trunks. Kami, she is beautiful. Thought Trunks, Blast it. I thought Saiyain women were supposed to be brawny, half-masculine creatures I couldn't possible be attracted to. Trunks made his voice sound as annoying as possible and spit out, 'You are awake at last. I was beginning to think that I would have to leave before I got a chance to rub in my victory.'
Goma sat up and smile a bright, sweet smile, 'You must have one very frightening worst fear to be able to do what you did. What is it my Prince? Or are you to embarrassed to tell me?' Goma asked noting the blush that had turned Trunks face beet red.
'I am no more obliged to tell you what my worst fear is as you are not obliged to tell me how you obtained the ability to do a powerful psychic assault like that. Specially, since Saiyain telepathic abilities are not that strong.'
This time Goma smiled a very dangerous smile, 'What's the matter hybrid, afraid that the next time I use it you will not be able to pull out in time?'
'I know how it feels now. You will not be able to fool me again.' Trunks informed her.
With the smile still on her face Goma began to move towards Trunks, who did not move a muscle, 'O but I can maintain the hallucination for many minutes which if you are under it makes it feel like many years. Can you Prince Vegeta convince yourself it is just an illusion when all your senses keep telling you otherwise for minutes, hours, days, years.' She whispered with her face inches away from Trunks'. Trunks did not know how to react, she was too close, his mind was locked into listening mode and he could not jerk it out of it. Goma continued in that seductive, dangerous whisper, staying perfectly still, 'Did you ever wonder how the Islanders manage to get through the Bucchi asteroid field in that primitive bucket of bolts that we left Vegitasei in?' Trunks had for a moment just before drifting into sleep. 'Well, we didn't. You see now we have ships equipped with a semi-organic artificial intelligence navigational technology that allows our ships to execute 250 manoeuvres per minute. That is barely enough to get thought the asteroid field. That ancient ship certainly could not. What happened was that we crashed into a barren planet whose only inhabitants happened to be a group to space witches. They were more than willing to help us with equipment to build a ship that could journey to Bucchi. More than willing to cast some spells to allow the ship to think so it could manoeuvre better. After all it was minus any form of sentient life form and did not look to be capable of producing any. But they had one condition. They wanted to teach their ailing craft to the most powerful female child produced every seven years.' She moved in even closer to Trunks and brought her face near his ears and began to speak in a tone so low that with her even that close Trunks had to strain his ears to hear. 'The witches weren't powerful. It took all of them to cast a thinking spell and most of them were so drained that they could not cast another spell for months.' She shifted every to slightly, 'The living energy control skills which is necessary for one to possess in order to become witches they possessed only to the extent that it was not inconsequential. We on the other hand had more than we knew what to do with. They knew we would make powerful witches. I hybrid am a witch. The most powerful ever to be produced by standards of not only that witch school but of every other witch school I have ever heard of.' Trunks' eyes widened at that. The other pendent, it was a mark of a witch. 'Combine that with the fact that I am the most powerful warrior that the islanders have ever produced and well…' she broke of, 'the attack fear is a witch attack. I have but just completed my apprenticeship. I have no practical experience. When I do get some you will not be able to break out of it.'
'That's were you're wrong.' Stated Trunks confidently, 'I have a strong will and my will shall break whatever spell you put on me.'
Goma moved back a bit so she could look into his eyes without crossing hers, 'What is your greatest fear hybrid? Is it the fear of losing your strength? Is it the fear of …my ship!' suddenly Goma screamed as she whipped her head around. Her forehead began to glow and in an instant she was no longer in the room and as Trunks leg was in contact with hers he was teleported with her, as well.
Thump. Vegeta cracked open an eye. Everything was pitch black. The stars were shrouded by a thick cloud and gave of no light at all and of course there was no moon.
Thump. Vegeta was extremely alert now but he remained perfectly still. Thump. Now that one sounded as if it came from right behind him. Jumping into action Vegeta flew up in to the sky and began to pelt the ground with his gamma gun. Piercing cries and screams echoed thought the valley and everything around him lit up.
Vegeta gasped. The statues, the statues were the things that were hunting him.
He could see it in their eyes as they turned their head to look him in the eye.
They had the same look in them as he does when he is ready to kill his prey.
But he began to smirk as he surveyed the scattered sides of two of the six
statues. He could hurt them and he was going to. The swooped down and began
blasting away and took two of the thing out easily. But the others he could not
even haze. Apparently they were far more powerful. The things had no hand and
no legs. They moved by hoping. But they did have very, very sharp teeth as
Vegeta found out when one of them managed to bite down on his legs. Shattering
the bones and shivering the muscles. Vegeta let out a piercing howl and powered
up all the way to Super-Saiyain level three. Pointing his fingered into the
mouth of the statue that dared bite him he did a Garlic gun attack that left it
little more than a pile of dust. Vegeta then once again flew up high and did
his final flash attack, which left nothing of the ruins or the statues.
Powering down Vegeta all but plummeted to the ground and passed out.
'My ship.' Howled Goma, just in time to see some idiot valet, looking to better arrange the ships, drive it into a large white round ship with alien characters on the side.
'My ship.' Cried out Trunks putting his hand to his head, the frightful repercussions of what just happened dawning on him ever so slowly. For a moment both Goma and Trunks stood perfectly still. Than they gave each other a look and darted towards the wreckage.
The damage was extensive, to both ships. The outer structural integrity of Goma's ship was totally compromised and thought the structural damage to Trunks' ship could be fixed easily the damage to the drive could not. Trunks blinked and began to mentally calculate the how long it would take him to fix his ship, if he could indeed fix it. Where he was going to get supplies and things like that when he saw the scowling face of Goma. 'Don't tell me.' Said Trunks, 'You don't know a thing about fixing ships.'
Goma gave him an annoyed stare, 'Don't be absurd. Unlike mainlanders islanders are apt scientists. Well, many of as anyway. I know exactly how to fix my ship. In fact I built the thing myself.' But than she grimaced.
'But?' prompted Trunks.
'Ship parts supply to this port is limited and besides the damage is to extensive to both our ships to fix with the tool available at least to me.' She said grimly.
Trunks blinked and realised she was right. The tools he had were not adequate to fix the drive even if parts were obtained but his structure could be fixed. He informed Goma of this fact. Goma pulled a face. Sighed and pulled another face, began to survey the damage to her craft and finally turned to Trunks, 'Well, hybrid looks like we are stuck, here for however long that it takes some supplies to come to this port or someone comes along who wants to sell a couple of ships.'
Trunks looked at the his damaged ship and said, 'I don't want to be stuck here and neither do you.'
Goma turned to amalgamated wreckage of the two of their ships, 'We could be out of here in a couple of hours if we fix the structural damage of your ship with parts from my ship and your drive with my drive.'
Trunks moved to face her and looked her eyes, 'We can do it. If you did build that ship all by yourself than between the two of us we can have a working ship in about four hours. Two hours to fix the structure and install the drive, one hour to reprogram the computers to recognise the drive and one hour to check over everything and work out any bugs. But the important question is can we journey together?'
Goma looked him straight in the eyes, 'What were you planning on doing in your giant bubble prince Trunks?'
Trunks smirked, 'I was planning on exploring bit of the galaxy before I have to go home and settle down to a relatively boring life. So far all I have seen is this port.'
'I was planning on taking the long way home. So far our goals are the same. We want to explore before we have to go home to relatively boring lives. So far I have only seen my planet and the planet I went to school in and of course this port. Which boils down to the fact that neither of us knows what's out there. You have already proven yourself a better warrior than myself. Don't look at me like that.' Goma replied to Trunks startled look, 'I harbour no delusions I know you are a better warrior than me. We are probably equal in the science thing but my magic could be useful to you, as your strength could be useful to me. So what the question really is, is whether you can control your hormones?'
Trunks raised an eye brow at that, 'I can if you can.' He said evenly.
Goma looked at him with slighted eyes, 'Then we are settled. Let's get to work.'
Vegeta woke up in a big soft bed. He sat slowly but than realised there was no pain in his body. He sat up on the bed and began to dart his eyes around the room. Spotting the old man who spoke to him yesterday he stopped and began to glare at him. Than he bite out, 'You knew that the statues were the beings causing trouble. You could have told me that.'
The old man said evenly but with fear in his voice, 'I doubt that you would have believed me if I did. Besides you might have tried to destroy them during the daytime. This would have resulted in nothing but you becoming cursed. But you have destroyed the evil beings and we thank you for that.'
Vegeta grunted and got up to leave when he saw that the six gems that were in the foreheads of the statues were lying at the foot of his bed in a semi-circular pattern. He raised his eyebrows inquisitively at the old man, 'Take them.' He said, 'When you sleep with the gems in that pattern at your feet all your wounds are healed. Unfortunately, if the gems remain on this planet the evil being might yet live again. Besides we need to repay you somehow.' The old man looked him straight in the eye, 'After all, you have freed us from terror and you will always be remembered as a hero among our people.' Vegeta said nothing. He only picked up the gems and flew out the window to his pod and headed towards space.
Out of the planet and into a low orbit, Vegeta stopped his pod and protected by his aura stepped out to gaze at the planet. He was once again reminded of Arlia. He raised his hands and stared at his fingers. It would be so easy to send this planet to the next dimension, like he had Arlia. To blow this planet up like he had so many others. The Arlians had called him their hero and he was a hero to the inhabitants of this planet as well. He dropped his hand. Arlia was a lifetime ago. Back than he had thought the heroes weren't all that they were cracked up to be. He still thought that but he no longer blew up planets. She had taken that urge out of him and if he blew up this planet it would hurt her and he knew she was watching.
It took less than the planned four hours for Goma and Trunks to fix their ship and as soon as it was they decided to leave, finishing their remaining business on port in record time. Trunks made a point of going and saying goodbye to Grigon and Stirca. When he returned Goma was ready to leave and had had enough time to install a communication device that she was going to use to communicate with her home planet. Within ten minutes they were hurtling through space. It was than that both Goma and Trunks went to their individual quarters to inform their families of the recent turn of events.
Trunks was glad that the ship was as large as it was for the first time in his life as he sat down in the privacy of his own room and dialled up Bra on the interstellar visual phone. Bra's face lit up instantly when she saw her brother, 'Trunks how good to see you, how are you?'
Trunks smiled a tired smile, 'You will never believe what has happened to me.' And proceeded to tell her all that had taken place in the last couple of days. When he finished Bra went totally speechless and signed of to think things throw. She was so startled by what Trunks had said that she even forgot to tell him about Goku's plans.
Trunks got up from the communication console and began to make his way to Goma's room. He was hungry and wanted to ask her if she wanted to eat something. He walked in to find her talking to an extremely brawny, masculine Saiyain female. Well. Thought he as he surveyed the image. Now you do look like the Saiyain females my father described. So little one you are as I suspected an exception and not he norm even within you tribe. Thought Trunks as he turned to look at Goma.
Upon sensing his presence she turned to face him and with an unexpected civility introduced him to the woman, 'Prince Trunks this is my older sister Sasa. Sasa this the Prince Trunks.'
Sasa gave Trunks the most courteous bow of her head to Trunks and said, 'It is an honour my Prince.' And while still keeping her eyes on Trunks spoke to Goma, 'Goma remember what I told you. I will speak to you soon.' Trunks expected her to sign off as soon as she finished but she remained staring at him as if expecting him do something. After a moment Trunks nodded. That seemed to suffice and Sasa signed off.
Trunks looked at Goma inquisitively. She answered his unspoken question with a beautiful smile, 'We might have been exiled and we might have been forced to turn our Chieftain into our king but our ultimate royalty still lie with the house of Vegitasei.' When Trunks questioning look did not go away, 'It's a long story I will tell you it sometime. Right now I am hungry let's go eat.'
This concludes Part 1 of the Second Coming titled The beginning
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