Aura pulled out her tail and let it twitch by her thigh. Trunks practically
fell over.
"A Tail? Does that mean you're a Saiyan too?"
"Yes. But I'm not the same kind as you. I come from Sadri. It was first ruled by Lord Geva, who was exiled for treason. Many other Saiyans, who rebelled against King Vegeta, went to colonize there, as well as my father. My mother was one of the planets original inhabitants, a Sadrin. A Sadrin is much like a Saiyan, but the pure ones do not transform by the light of a full moon. I am half-and-half. And since I have the two most powerful races running through my blood, I can achieve higher power levels than any Saiyan."
"So what were you doing in space?"
"Like Saiyans, we cannot escape the need to conquer. I was sent to find earth, and take it for Sadri."
"What about the people who blasted your ship?"
She smirked.
"I'm a good liar aren't I?"
Trunks brow narrowed. He sensed something wrong about this whole ordeal.
"Why did you board our ship? Is it because you want to kill us?"
"Yes. You are from earth. I have to destroy you."
"No. You don't have to."
"I do. I do or I die. Simple as that. But what I want to know, is what you were doing on a planet like earth? "
"My father came to destroy it, but he ended up staying there instead. He moved in with my mom, I was born, and-"
She cut him off.
"How pitiful. Especially for a pure Saiyan."
"You remind me a lot of my dad. You wouldn't happen to be a Prince….err….Princess, would you?"
Aura's eyes widened, but narrowed once again.
"What do you mean by that?"
"My father is Prince Vegeta…"
Aura felt faint. She gripped the side of the chair to stop herself from falling down. Beads of sweat formed across her face, and her breathing became quick and uneasy.
"Are you okay?!"
Trunks was instantly at her side, supporting her with his arms. He could see that her eyes were dilated as she tilted her head back to look at him. She smiled weakly.
"There you are."
"What? I don't understand."
"You do. Please…..call me by my name…again."
"Aura. But what does that have to do with anything?"
"Is has to do with? You mean what is done. And what is coming."
"I don't understand."
"You don't need to understand. You only need to feel."
"Feel?"
"Yes. Please, tell me what you feel."
"About what?"
"Anything."
"okay……I feel…a strange warmth…..I guess."
"See, you don't need to understand to feel. As long as you feel, you know."
"But do I truly know?"
"You do."
Trunks felt strange. And Warm. Like every bit of sadness or loneliness he had aching in his body, was replaced by some kind of kindling warmth. Whenever her gazed over her eyes, he drowned in it. Like thick oozing honey, that only begs to be eaten. He closed his eyes, but he could still see her. He opened them again.
"A Tail? Does that mean you're a Saiyan too?"
"Yes. But I'm not the same kind as you. I come from Sadri. It was first ruled by Lord Geva, who was exiled for treason. Many other Saiyans, who rebelled against King Vegeta, went to colonize there, as well as my father. My mother was one of the planets original inhabitants, a Sadrin. A Sadrin is much like a Saiyan, but the pure ones do not transform by the light of a full moon. I am half-and-half. And since I have the two most powerful races running through my blood, I can achieve higher power levels than any Saiyan."
"So what were you doing in space?"
"Like Saiyans, we cannot escape the need to conquer. I was sent to find earth, and take it for Sadri."
"What about the people who blasted your ship?"
She smirked.
"I'm a good liar aren't I?"
Trunks brow narrowed. He sensed something wrong about this whole ordeal.
"Why did you board our ship? Is it because you want to kill us?"
"Yes. You are from earth. I have to destroy you."
"No. You don't have to."
"I do. I do or I die. Simple as that. But what I want to know, is what you were doing on a planet like earth? "
"My father came to destroy it, but he ended up staying there instead. He moved in with my mom, I was born, and-"
She cut him off.
"How pitiful. Especially for a pure Saiyan."
"You remind me a lot of my dad. You wouldn't happen to be a Prince….err….Princess, would you?"
Aura's eyes widened, but narrowed once again.
"What do you mean by that?"
"My father is Prince Vegeta…"
Aura felt faint. She gripped the side of the chair to stop herself from falling down. Beads of sweat formed across her face, and her breathing became quick and uneasy.
"Are you okay?!"
Trunks was instantly at her side, supporting her with his arms. He could see that her eyes were dilated as she tilted her head back to look at him. She smiled weakly.
"There you are."
"What? I don't understand."
"You do. Please…..call me by my name…again."
"Aura. But what does that have to do with anything?"
"Is has to do with? You mean what is done. And what is coming."
"I don't understand."
"You don't need to understand. You only need to feel."
"Feel?"
"Yes. Please, tell me what you feel."
"About what?"
"Anything."
"okay……I feel…a strange warmth…..I guess."
"See, you don't need to understand to feel. As long as you feel, you know."
"But do I truly know?"
"You do."
Trunks felt strange. And Warm. Like every bit of sadness or loneliness he had aching in his body, was replaced by some kind of kindling warmth. Whenever her gazed over her eyes, he drowned in it. Like thick oozing honey, that only begs to be eaten. He closed his eyes, but he could still see her. He opened them again.