Chapter 9: More nightmares of the past
The warm, morning breeze gently blew through the open bedroom window as the birds sweetly sang and welcomed the dawn of the new day. The bright rays of the morning sun softly rested on the forms of two people on the bed, one tucked in snug under the covers and the other lying ontop, the morning breeze rustling through their hair (and in some cases fur) as they slept.
Slowly beginning to stir from her sleep, the young Princess opened her eyes to a sight which she never expected to see, Kakarot close up. Slightly taken aback she quickly cast her mind back to that evening and to the events that had unfolded, grinning slightly at the thought of Kakarot's face when she asked him to 'sleep' with her. The thought quickly vanished from her mind as she begin to examine his features. Who would have thought that an alien could look so….human… She thought as she subconsciously reached out a hand and traced along his red eyelids softly with her fingertips with a feather-like touch.
Her fingers slowly traced a path down from his eyes to his cheek-bone, she quickly stopped however as he stirred in his sleep, but quickly relaxing back into a slumber. Her fingers once again began their path to the edge of his face and travelled down his jaw-bone, her touch once again causing him to stir but not awake. Only this time, to Chichi's surprise, his hand reached up to clasp hers, holding it softly against his face, gently nuzzling it occasionally.
A bright red blush formed across Chichi's face as she watched Kakarot's reaction, both completely surprised and embarrassed by what she had just done and how he reacted. Oh great! I just had to be nosy didn't I? Now how the hell am I gonna get out of this one! However her escape plans quickly left her as she moved closer towards him and snuggled further under the covers, closing her eyes and in no time quickly fell back to sleep.
No more than ten minutes later the young saiyan awoke from his slumber to find something soft and warm against his cheek. Slightly increasing his grip he nuzzled it gently picking up a familiar scent. Opening one eye slightly a blush formed across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose as he realised what it was. Not only that but he realised that his other arm was wrapped around her middle and his tail was wrapped securely and tightly around her waist. His blush intensified when he also noticed how close their faces were, just a couple of millimetres separated them.
As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, or in this case monkey, as he slowly edged closer, the tips of their noses just slightly touching, a slight feeling of fulfilment filling him in the pit of his stomach. However that slight touch awoke the sleeping Princess, her eyelids quickly fluttering open. Uh-Oh he thought repeatedly throughout his mind like a broken record as her eyes focused onto him. Chichi beamed brightly inside as she thought of yet another way to torture him.
"So can I have my hand back or have you finished with it yet?" she smirked as she watched him squirm and quickly let go of her hand, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish gasping for air unable to form any words. "If you're a good wittle boy I might wet you cuddle my teddy bewar!" She replied in a baby voice as she watched the blush spread to his entire face. "Hey! Just remember I was doing you a favour! Protecting you from your skeletons in your closet!" He scowled, however guilt quickly flooded him as she sat up quickly, her arms folded loosely in front of her as she entered into a deep thought.
Kakarot slowly sat up to join her, feeling even more guilt as he noticed the look of sadness on her face. "Look…I didn't mean to…uh…you know…" she slowly turned her head, looking at him sadly from the corner of her eye. "I'm sorry…" he whispered just loud enough for her to hear as she turned to look back in front of her. "How do I know you mean it?" She replied sadly. "Look if it'll make you feel any better, I'll admit I've been a jerk sometimes and…sigh…I'm sorry…" He spoke as he stared at her, monitoring her for any forms of movement, but getting nothing. "And to answer you're question, do you know how many people in the entire universe I've said sorry too?"
"Didn't you're mother ever teach you that it's rude to answer a question with another question?" She grinned as she turned to face him. "Saiyans aren't really interested in manners, I thought you would have guessed that by our noble king." He chuckled, happy that it looked like she had forgiven him. "Well maybe instead of guessing I could learn a little bit more about saiyans, after all…I will be married to one soon enough…" she sighed sadly as she thought about her future. "Well, I'll make you a deal…you tell me a bit more about your past and I'll tell you about mine…deal?" He enquired as he held out his hand. Chichi pondered over this for a couple of seconds before slapping his hand with hers. "Deal." She said as she grabbed a nearby pillow, hugging it tightly as she moved into a more comfortable position facing him.
"So, where do you want to start?" She asked as he too turned to face her. "The beginning would be pretty good." He replied as she sighed deeply trying to think of a good place to start. "Well…um…for as long as I can really remember my life has been kind of normal, well, as normal as it can be for the princess of an entire planet, except for that 'incident that shall not be named'…" she sighed as she hugged her pillow tighter.
"You ever talked about it before?" Kakarot asked as he watched her reaction, only getting the shake of a head for an answer. "Maybe you'd feel better about it if you got it off your chest…" Sighing, Chichi decided it was now or never, and he would never stop bugging her if she didn't. "My Father is the descendant of a long line of Kings that has gone back for generations and has ruled over Earth for as far back as we know. My Mother however was the opposite. She was born in one of the poorest families in the nearby village, you know, the one we visited yesterday.
My Father visited and performed the same duties that I did, deciding what needed decorated with which decorations, and my Mother just so happened to be one of the people decorating. They got chatting and they just sort'a…clicked, and it wasn't long after that that they decided to get married. Also around that time, a small proportion of the planet's population began to believe that my Grandmother and Grandfather were beginning to become more interested in themselves rather than the planet. They decided to try to get them to leave the throne by any means necessary and replace them with someone who they believed would be more suited.
Of course hearing about my Mother and Father getting married didn't exactly help the situation, a peasant girl marrying a royal Prince and the next in the line to the throne, I guess they kinda of felt betrayed. So their plans changed from my Grandparents to my parents, and over the years they grew in number and elected a leader, the one that they saw fit to be the true ruler of Earth."
Chichi paused in her story, looking up into the face of Kakarot to see his reaction, which appeared to be quite solemn. "A couple of years after they had elected their leader, they decided to let their presence be known, and started many civil wars across the continents of the Planet, thousands of innocent people were killed. Luckily, my Father's armies managed to overpower them before more people could be hurt and they went back into hiding, more than likely to replenish their troops and plan their next attack.
The years after that were peaceful, everything that had been destroyed in the civil wars were restored to the way they were before and normal life resumed. Everyone thought that it was over and the rebels had admitted defeat, of course they hadn't, their whole lives revolved around destroying my family. Their next plan involved my Father's trip to a neighbouring country, which also happened to be the hideout of the rebel leader's second in command. The plan was originally for only my Father to travel without my Mother, myself, and Ryu who had only been born a couple of months previously, but after two days of being away my Mother decided to surprise him and we all travelled to the neighbouring country to meet him.
Of course when the second in command heard of what was going on, he decided to take it upon himself to gain revenge for his ruler and set up a plan, waiting until we were all vulnerable. And that time came when my Mother took us out for a little walk around a nearby village, exploring the sights, sounds and the nearby shops. That's when they decided to strike. Not only would they gain their revenge on the traitorous peasant, but also wipe out the next generation of the Royal Family. They snuck up on us from behind, our two bodyguards had been distracted, the first being shot directly in the head, the second had enough time to quickly radio out for help before he too was shot down.
As you saw, we tried to outrun them as quick as we could, but we just couldn't lose them as they knew the streets far better than we did and they caught up with us by taking a shortcut through the neighbouring streets cutting off our route. They taunted us, and then they shot her. If it wasn't for that second bodyguard radioing out for back-up then both Ryu and I probably would be dead right now." Tears once again began to form in her eyes as Kakarot watched on, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"My Father was of course heart-broken and had people scanning every tiny crack of the country trying desperately to catch my Mother's killers, of course they found nothing and he resorted to rather different measures. He offered a reward to anyone who would be willing to hand over details of where they were hiding, of course he didn't find them. They covered their tracks well." Chichi wiped the tears from her eyes and forced herself to continue. "Anyway, a couple of years after the incident, it turned out that the ruler of the rebels died of cancer, the rebel group disbanded and returned to society."
A silence fell between the two as they thought over what had just been said. "So" Chichi sniffed as she wiped her tears. "I kept up my side of the bargain, now it's your turn." She said as she returned to hugging her pillow. "Where do you want me to begin?" He asked, similar to the way Chichi had asked him earlier. "The beginning would be pretty good." She mimicked as Kakarot smirked. "What I mean is do you wanna learn about saiyans in general our a certain saiyan in particular?" He chuckled. "Both really, there are two certain saiyans I would like to know about and also, why saiayns look so…different?"
Kakarot couldn't help but chuckle once again at her recent comment. "We look so different because of our transformations, it's what makes a saiyan the most powerful warrior race in the universe." He said, a slight amount of pride detected in his voice. "Oh really. So that's why you look so…" Chichi said as she trailed off. "So what?" Kakarot replied as he became rather interested in what she was trying to say. "So…fluffy!" She shouted, happy that she had found the word she was looking for, although Kakarot wished she had left it where she had found it, his pride taking a little bit of a bashing.
"I suppose you could say that!" He growled through gritted teeth. "Anyway, there are many different transformations that a saiyan can perform. The first would be Oozaru where a saiyan can transform into a giant ape once he looks up at a full moon. The second is - " "Whoa hold up!" She shouted, interrupting him before he could say anymore. "Are you trying to tell me that saiyans can transform into some sort of Were-King Kong?" An open-mouthed Kakarot quickly answered her question. "King…Kong?" He stuttered, not understanding the movie innuendo. "Never mind!" She said waving her hand as a signal for him to continue.
"The second transformation is Super Saiyan, where a saiyans hair stands up on end and turns blonde in colour, along with the eyes turning green. Then there is Super Saiyan 2 which is similar to the first transformation although the muscles increase in mass. Super Saiyan 3 involves the saiyan's hair growing all the way down their back and a loss of eyebrows, and then there's Super Saiyan 4…" He trailed off as Chichi listened intently. "The fluffy transformation." She said, finishing his sentence for him. "I am not fluffy!" He growled, his pride taking a bigger battering this time round. "All right! All right!" She said, holding her hands up. "What rattled your Scrotum! That's if you even have one! I was only saying!"
Kakarot decided to continue where he finished off, ignoring Chichi's last statement. "Super Saiyan 4 is one of the more recent transformations, the first person that ever reached it was King Vegeta. The Royal bloodline always had unimaginable power, it has never been matched. When King Vegeta was first born, his father was completely shocked, at first he thought he would be nothing more than a reject, a throwback to the times when saiyans were nothing more than cave-dwelling weaklings. However he quickly changed his mind when he had the baby's power level measured. The amount of power that he had as a new-born baby was unbelievable, even higher than that of the new-born Legendary Super Saiyan.
This new-found power, however, not only had it's advantages, but also it's disadvantages as it caught the attention of the Kold Empire, namely the newly crowned ruler Frieza. As any new ruler, Frieza wanted to test his new found power and strength on new opponents he could never have faced before, and the saiyans were his first temptation. He placed scouters across solar systems, waiting for unsuspecting saiyan warriors to cross their paths and began passing messages, mainly by force. Most of the wandering saiyans were killed, others survived, mainly the higher ranks, such as super saiyan 3 and the odd super saiyan 2.
To make sure the saiyan race could withstand any adversary such as the Kold empire, King Vegeta, the previous King, ordered his son to perform a number of different gruelling training regimes to increase his fighting ability and tactical mind as soon as he learned to stand. By the age of 3, he became one of the universe's most sophisticated killers. And of course, with power comes pride and as he grew older, so did it. He would travel for months, sometimes even years out in space just searching for strong warriors and eventually he found one, the Legendary super saiyan.
His name was Broly, and like Vegeta, he too had an amazing strength, stronger than any ordinary super saiyan, he had the strength of a super saiyan 3 even though he only reached the first transformation. Unlike normal super saiyans, he could, manipulate the transformation, mould it into his own design, as if he had thought it up himself. However no matter how powerful he was, Broly couldn't stand up to him and eventually, after a few hours of fighting, he was slaughtered viciously. He didn't deserve to die like that. I guess you could say I knew him…sort of. We were born on the same day and my father and his were friends…kind of.
Anyway, about 5 or 6 years ago, Vegeta came back from another of his trips, it appeared to be successful as he brought quite a few trophies back with him. His father was extremely pleased, he had never stopped boasting about his son since the day he discovered his potential, like any other father. And like any other father he wanted to see how far his son had progressed first-hand, he challenged him to a friendly spar, however Vegeta didn't understand the meaning of the word friendly. He doesn't take any of his fights lightly and, using far too much strength, he killed him with just one blow to the head.
If that had happened to any-other saiyan on Vegeta-sei, they would have been put to trial and more than likely sentenced to death for their crimes. However, this was a super-saiyan 4, possibly the strongest person in the universe, so instead of planning a trial they planned their next King's coronation. And two days later he was crowned King, and one of his first appointments was making me his new general."
Chichi frowned. "That's it! He murdered his own Father and was rewarded by being crowned King!" Chichi growled furiously. "It's not like that, believe me, Vegeta may seem like someone with no feelings, but the only one he felt any emotions towards was his father. He was the only one who understood him and without him, Vegeta wouldn't have the power and knowledge he has today, he respected him greatly." Kakarot replied. "I can't believe your sticking up for him!" Chichi snorted. "Anyway, enough about him, I'm starting to feel nauseous." She said in an attempt to change the subject.
"If King Vegeta's father was surprised by what his son looked like when he was born I beat your father's head was spinning! He must of thought your mom had been having an affair with a Gremlin or something!" Chichi giggled, as Kakarot looked at her confused yet again by the movie pun, but quickly shook his head. "Actually, my father was shocked, but not for the reasons that you just said…I think" he said, this time gaining a shocked expression from Chichi. "Oh really! Come on! Do tell! I told you about my childhood so now it's time for you to spill your beans, it can't be as bad as mine!" She giggled as Kakarot prepared himself for another explanation.
"Well, I guess you could say, both of our parents share some common ground. My father was one of the most respected fighter's in the King's army, he was a super saiyan 2, he won many a fight and gained many a planet under King Vegeta's name, that's the previous King Vegeta." Kakarot added as Chichi scoffed. "You mean before he was murdered by his precious son?" She asked sarcastically as Kakarot slightly smirked. "Yeah, I guess you could say that! Anyway, my Father was a respected warrior for the King's army and my Mother…was a prole." Kakarot narrated, speaking the last part quietly out of either shame or just to create suspense, Chichi couldn't really tell.
"They're the ones with the black hair…all covered in scars?" She asked, remembering the saiyans she had saw when they first arrived on Earth. "Yes, they're the weaker of our species, the ones that are unable to transform into any form of super saiyan, they are considered merely as slaves. They're covered in scars as they are punished rather regularly and used as punching bags in training sessions. Years ago, before super saiyan came into light, they used to use something called a 'saibaman' which were used in the same way as a prole. They were a primitive species that evolved a few thousand years before saiyans but never became as advanced as us. They quickly died out as saiyans discovered that they made quite a delicacy as they were tasty when eaten either raw or cooked." This immediately caused Chichi to stick her tongue out in distaste.
"Anyway, back to the point, when my mother and father first met, my mother had come of age and was going to be sold in a couple of weeks. My father was in the market buying food for both him and my older brother, he was about five at the time. My father had just come back from two years of constant fighting on a nearby planet and had barely seen another living being that whole time. So when he saw my mother...h-he followed her and…uh…'had his way' with her…" he said, soon trailing off from the rest of his sentence as Chichi watched on completely shocked. "He…he raped her?" Chichi asked as Kakarot merely nodded.
Chichi was completely shocked, she never expected that Kakarot would have 'come into the world' in such a violent manner. "A couple of days later my mother was sold to another warrior in the King's army and my father thought nothing more of it. It was quite normal for proles to be treated in that way, no-one thought of it as wrong or cruel. Two months later, word reached my father's ears of a warrior who lived nearby who had threw his new slave prole out onto the street for being 'un-pure', and the description matched the prole to which my father had 'crossed paths with' earlier.
He immediately went out to search for her, and discovered her living in the streets searching for scraps on the ground, too petrified and ashamed to return to her family. After discovering that she really was pregnant and that the dates matched up, he took her in as his own slave. Fortunately for my father, nobody knew that it was the prole that had been thrown onto the street so the secret was safe for now. However, over the months, my mother started to show all the signs and the secret couldn't be hidden anymore. My father lied, saying it belonged to either another prole or a possible passing saiyan. If they discovered that I belonged to my father, then my mother and I would again be chucked onto the street to eat nothing but scraps and beg for money, and my father's name would be disgraced.
To my father it appeared that there was no hope. He may have been a super saiyan 2, but my older brother, Radittz, was born a super saiyan 3. My father would constantly hope that I was not born as something as strong as Radittz, otherwise it would rouse superstition. My mother and father had always expected me to be born as a super saiyan, maybe even a super saiyan 2 if I was lucky, but I was born as neither. I was born a prole." Chichi was once again shocked by Kakarot's words. "But…how is that possible? I mean, you're a super saiyan 4 so, how on earth, or on Vegeta-sei, could you have been born as a weak prole?" Chichi asked, trying to throw some light onto the situation.
"Well, it appeared that I had taken more from my mother's side of the family than my father's, which kind of proved as a blessing in disguise, making people think that my father was nothing more than another prole. Even though I was a weak prole, my father always treated me the same way as he treated Radittz, he would tell me stupid stories and play jokes, and he always used to take me with him to watch training sessions. I always used to watch them fight and I would constantly ask my father for lessons, and when I was old enough he finally let me train with him.
I soon picked it up and once I got started I soon found it hard to stop, every time I had a spare moment I would constantly pick up where I left off. I would start by practising my basics and my footing and strengthening my ki attacks and my strength soon began to steadily increase. My early childhood was happy, I had a happy family, a protective older brother, loving parents and I had a hobby that just kept getting better and better. But when I was 6 years old it all changed when my mother disappeared, it turned out that two super saiyan's used her for target practice, trying desperately to become super saiyan 2 so they could be promoted in the King's royal army.
I had never before felt so much anger in my whole life, my mother had been killed in cold blood just for satisfaction, it made my blood boil. I trained endlessly, never stopping for food, drink or sleep, desperate to become stronger so I could exact my revenge on the bastards who killed my mother. You see, if anyone really knows what pain you're feeling, it's me. I've been there too." Kakarot said as he looked up into Chichi's eyes and back down again.
"One day, I was training in the local mountains continuously without pausing for a whole week, I eventually collapsed out of exhaustion, I just kept on screaming, desperate for a way to get revenge, I wanted the power to kill them. Then, I felt a huge explosion of power throughout my whole body, walking to a nearby stream I got the shock of my life when I looked in my reflection, I had become a super saiyan. It appeared that I really had inherited some of my father's strength after all. The first thing I did was track down the two super saiyans that had killed my mother and I slaughtered them, I regret it now but if it wasn't for me doing that, I never would have been admitted into the royal army. A super saiyan 2 had saw what I had done and was very impressed and had put my name forward for a place in the army when I was old enough.
My father was ecstatic, not only had I transformed but I had followed in my family's tradition, joining my father and brother in the army. I doubled my training and became even stronger, and when I reached sixteen, old enough to join the royal army, I had also transformed into a super saiyan 2. Due to my new transformation, I was able to join my father in the same class and fight by him side by side, which had been my dream since I first saw him fight.
My first mission was on a nearby planet, it was merely a case of wipe out the species and sell the planet at a high price. However, the inhabitants were far more powerful than we had first anticipated, and my father wasn't as young and agile as he used to be, and they killed him, right in front of my eyes. I felt the same white hot anger as I did the day I had been told my mother died, along with the same explosion of anger, and I transformed right there and then into a super saiyan 3. I went on a rampage, destroying every single thing I could find that wasn't saiyan until I was completely exhausted.
I can still remember the look on Radditz's face when I told him our father was dead, he was so happy when he found out I had transformed, and I saw his face change from glee to absolute sorrow. My father was everything to him, Radditz never knew his mother and saw his father as both mother and father, and he took it twice as hard. He went off the rails. He just left, never told me where he went, just travelling trying to get his head around it, and the last time I ever heard of him was a year later. He was dead, killed by one of Frieza's scouters.
I'd never felt so alone before, my brother was the only one I had left, and he was gone too. He was a noble warrior and every man he killed he would always give them a noble burial for a warrior, so I thought it would only be fitting for him. I travelled to where he last made contact with Vegeta-sei, and discovered his mangled body. I was disgusted, I felt physically sick, and just as I was about to make a grave, the very person that killed him stood behind me, cackling his head off as if he had heard a brilliant joke just seconds earlier.
I could feel my blood boil as I looked at him right in his face. He felt no remorse for what he had done, my father, Radditz and myself all feel remorse for the lives we have taken over the years but, his cold eyes showed nothing but pride. That familiar white hot rage yet again coursed through my veins as I yearned for his blood, and I did that and more. The image of Radditz's mangled body has been forever imprinted in my mind, so for every slash and cut he had on his body he had the same, the same depth and position on his body as of my brother's. I was so busy that I never noticed that I was transforming yet again into something that only one other saiyan had achieved. And for the first time, I didn't care, just as long as the creature underneath me writhed in pain.
He finally died a slow agonising death, I made sure of it, but unlike the other lives I have taken, I didn't give him a burial, he didn't deserve it, I left him to rot the same way he left my brother. After burying Radditz I quickly left for Vegeta-sei and straight to the Royal palace. Everyone was pretty much shocked, especially the people who knew me since I was child, here I was, a young prole kid, transformed into a super saiyan 4 at 17 years old. I immediately left for the Royal Palace, hoping that the King would give me the death penalty for having the same ability as his 'precious son'. However, it turns out that I discovered that 3 days earlier the king had been accidentally murdered and his son had taken the throne. I was even more shocked that, instead of being given the death penalty, the new king Vegeta had assigned me as the new General of the royal army."
Chichi grinned. "Well, well, haven't you had a busy life." Her grin slowly disappeared. "Your life sounds even worse than mine, I mean, we both lost our mothers at the same age in similar situations, however I still had my brother and father, but you lost them too." She said sadly, moving closer. "And it's pretty obvious that you've never talked about it either." She whispered. Kakarot looked up and was once again shocked by how close they were. "Princess…I…don't…think…we…should…" However Chichi ignored him as she leaned forward and closed her eyes with Kakarot copying her actions.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" Came a shrill voice from the open bedroom door as Chichi and Kakarot almost banged their heads together from the shock. Kakarot spun round as quickly as he could to see Chichi's younger brother Ryu leaning on the doorframe. "Sooooo, it looks like you two have started to get better aquatinted!" Ryu grinned as both Kakarot and Chichi glared. "Looks like the Monkey king has himself some competition!" He chuckled as he shut the bedroom door and left them in peace.
"You know, on Vegeta-sei, if there are children like that we encourage them to emigrate to other planets!" He growled at the closed door as Chichi chuckled and stood up from the bed. "Come on, let's get some fresh air!" Chichi half asked and half ordered as she left the room, Kakarot smirking and walking after her.
This has to be the biggest update i have ever done for this story! And I hope it's the best! LOL (crosses fingers)
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