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A Kyyan Invasion
Chapter 12: Mi Casa Es Su Casa
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The room was white… and pristine. Not unlike the laboratories of Kyya. Well, there was one difference, the technology itself. Gleaming and polished, it was still ancient to Tauviana. She followed the blue haired woman further into the room. She halted as her eyes immediately fell onto one computer console in particular. Her eyes narrowed at what she saw.
Bulma noticed the princess's stiffened posture. Curious, she glanced to where the younger girl was looking and her blue eyes widened upon realization. She quickly moved to block Tauviana's view. "Umm, so this is my lab…" She started, trying desperately to distract her guest.
Tauviana glared at Bulma. "Move." She demanded. Bulma sighed in defeat and moved to the side. Tauviana took a few steps closer to the monitor she had been observing. She could sense the lost prince and his abnormal son enter the room; but she ignored them, focused solely on the data that was emitting from the monitor. "I see that you've been busy. I suppose that my abrupt arrival is the cause for all of this?" She asked, though it sounded more like a statement. "Where did you find this information?" She asked, this time it was clearly a question. She turned her gaze to Bulma, waiting for a response.
Bulma was a bit hesitant at first, but at the nod she received from Vegeta, she answered the princess's inquiry. "We had an old scouter from Vegeta's days in Frieza's army."
Tauviana nodded her head. "I see." She looked closer at the data. "However, this data is incomplete; which is to be expected when one tries to view encrypted files not meant for their eyes." She then smirked. "I see that you do not have a full translation for the language of my people."
The blue haired vixen glanced over to her family. Vegeta and Trunks melted into the background of the lab; each taking their own corner, watching the two women quietly. This of course, unnerved Bulma; as they were leaving her to deal with the royal alone. "We could only work with what we had." Bulma answered.
Tauviana appraised the older woman, before nodding her head. "Very well." She said, satisfied with Bulma's response. She glared at the monitor a moment longer. 'The data is inconclusive. There's no way they could possibly make sense of any of this. He'll never figure its meaning.' She thought, as she turned from the monitor. Her eyes easily slid across the room to where Vegeta stood. Their eyes made contact. 'Still, best not to underestimate the lost prince.' Tauviana's golden eyes narrowed into a glare, which Vegeta returned full heartedly. 'If he were to find out about the colo-'
"Are you going to inform us of what you want with my mate, or do you prefer to continue to stare dumbfounded at me for the remainder of the day?" Vegeta asked in a snarl. He didn't know what was going on in the princess's head, but he knew that he would not like it.
Tauviana was rudely broken out of her reverie. She did not like the tone that Vegeta took with her. However, for the sake of time, she chose to disregard it; instead, focusing her energy on the prince's mate. "What should I call you?"
Bulma raised a brow. "Bulma is fine."
"No. That is your given name, and far too… intimate. I will refer to you as… Technologist." Tauviana said, but then paused at the noise Bulma made. "Does this displease you?"
Bulma scrunched her face. "Well, I-"
Tauviana interrupted her. "Are you not a Technologist?"
"Well yes, but-" Bulma started, but was interrupted again.
"Then I don't understand your uneasiness." The princess stated clearly.
Bulma shook her head. "The problem is… I am a scientific genius, not some mere… technologist." She finished heatedly.
Tauviana was not moved. "I've yet to witness this genius that you so intensely presume to have." She said looking the bluehead over. She then looked around the lab once more. "In fact, I've yet to see a modicum of technological advances befitting the title genius." She stated matter-or-factly. "To be perfectly honest…" She walked over to a table full of Bulma's state of the art equipment, "I'm having a hard time believing in your capabilities, judging by the prehistoric state of your tools." She frowned before looking back at Bulma. "So, I think technologist will suit you just fine." She eyed Bulma over. "Still, I implore you to prove me otherwise. That is, if you are up to the task."
Bulma simply nodded her head. Her fists were clenched. "Believe me; I can handle anything you throw at me." She answered defiantly; not liking the way the princess looked down her nose at her.
Tauviana stared at Bulma a moment longer before a wide grin spread across her face. "Good." She said, and then moved to Bulma's main computers at the back of the lab. Bulma followed closely behind. Tauviana took out her palm device once again. She pressed into its side and waited until the tendrils within the device made their presence known. She did not have long to wait as three silver wires came out of a small opening; stretching and twisting around Tauviana's wrist. "Hello again loves. I need your assistance once more." She whispered to the device in Kyyan.
Bulma glanced back at her mate and son. They had both stepped further into the lab as well, to remain close to her. She turned her gaze back to Tauviana; frowning at the foreign tongue being spoken.
"Attach yourselves to this mainframe. Pull up all natural resource data collected regarding the organic substances of this planet and transfer it into this computer." She said, her eyes narrowing as a thought came to her. She continued in a much lower voice, that even Vegeta had trouble following. "Also, download whatever information you find regarding Saiyans, Prince Vegeta, Namekians, and… Trunks." She finished with her demands.
Vegeta's permanent scowl deepened. His kyyan was a little rusty, and it was a little difficult for him to hear that last part; but he was pretty sure that the princess said something about him and his son. This, he did not like. However, before he could say anything, he witnessed the contraption in her hand jump from her grasp and into the computer console before them. The large monitor started showing pictures and data that assumes she had collected on Earth. 'I know she said something about Trunks and I.' He thought to himself, not liking it one bit.
Bulma stared in awe at what she was looking at. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. 'I… Is that thing ALIVE?! How is that even possible? Perhaps it is a synthetic creature designed to mimic living organisms. But what would be the purpose of that feature in a palm device?' Bulma had many questions, but knew she would receive no answers from the kyyan princess. Perhaps in time, she may be able to convince the space royal to share some of their technology. 'After all, I am going to be doing a favor for her; … even if it isn't voluntary.' She thought hopefully.
Trunks was concerned for his mother. He took in the look on her face. He worried for what was going on in her head. She looked so… earnest and eager. He knew it was due to the unknown technology being presented to them. Usually, it wouldn't bother him; but this kyyan invader was a wild card. He didn't want his mother getting anymore tangled into the whole affair than she already was. Everything could take a turn for the worst at any given moment. He's seen Earth as a war zone once before; he and only he knew how real the potential of Earth as a desolate wasteland was. He's seen it. He's lived it. And he'd be damned if he allowed it to happen again. He looked at the beauty before him. 'I won't let you destroy everything and everyone that I love. I will find your weakness. And I will use it to destroy you.' He thought to himself. 'No matter what it takes.' He decided that he would get to know their enemy. Her interest in his family only makes it easier for him.
Once the transfer was complete, along with the download, the device disconnected itself from the console and went back to Tauviana's hand. She quickly put it away. She glanced back at the blue haired woman and looked her over once more. Resisting a disappointed sigh, she spoke, head high, voice strong. "First, sort through the data of natural resources that I've compiled. Then find those components that best relate to the celestial resources that I have listed on this document here." She said, pulling up a document from the new file in the computer. Each resource has been categorized thoroughly. Everything to know about that resource is in this file. I want to know if any substance on this planet is similar to any of the substances on this list. Do you understand?" She asked Bulma condescendingly.
"I understand perfectly fine. I'm not some ignoramus." Bulma stated heatedly glaring at the princess.
Tauviana only looked at her with a blank stare and a raised brow. "Your complete lack of control over your emotions delivers a seed of doubt within my breast. However, I will know soon enough of your true potential." She told Bulma coldly. "As I've stated Technologist, you have the floor to prove me otherwise."
Bulma forced herself to suppress her anger. 'This little girl reminds me so much of Vegeta, or at least how he used to be.' She thought to herself as a light bulb went off in her head. 'Just like Vegeta…' The anger within her quickly dissipated. She noticed the slightly confused gaze Tauviana was trying to hide. Bulma smirk inside her head as she realized that she might know how to deal with the girl. She smiled on the outside. "Don't worry Princess, I will." She stated with full confidence.
Tauviana stared at the blue haired female. She wasn't sure if she liked the change she witnessed in the woman. 'I'll have to keep an eye on this one.' She thought to herself. "Tri Felidae. That is the title of which you will refer to me." She told Bulma, not liking her calling her princess. "When I am on Kyya and not on a mission, the title of Princess is acceptable. However, when I am performing the duties required of the Tri Felidae, then that is the title that is used." She growled to Bulma in reproach.
"Tri Felidae, my mate meant you no disrespect. The customs on Earth dictate that someone of your status be referred to as Princess. Perhaps some leeway may be granted. At least while Earth is still considered unattached of Kyyan influence." Vegeta spoke to Tauviana with all the authority of a royal. It somewhat pleased Tauviana to see that some of the teachings of his people stuck.
'Perhaps the prince is not so useless after all.' Tauviana mulled over what he had said. It is true that these creatures will all no doubt refer to her as princess. And she did not need the headache of personally teaching them all the proper way of addressing a kyyan royal. "Very well Prince Vegeta. You make a very compelling argument. I will allow the use of this title 'Princess' while on Earth. Nonetheless," Here she looked at Bulma, "after the invasion of your planet is complete, your people will be taught proper etiquette that any self-respecting Kyyan knows. And then, I won't be so forgiving of the slightest of insolence." She says with a cruel smirk.
"Understood." Vegeta answered for Bulma. He just wanted Tauviana's attention off of her.
"Now that I've given you your assignment, I will leave you to your work." Tauviana told Bulma as she stepped away from the console. As she was passing Bulma, she halted her step, looking straight into bright blue eyes. "The sooner you get me that data, the better it will be for you and your family." She told Bulma, and then continued walking away. She stopped beside Vegeta and gave him a once over. "I will need lodgings while I am on this planet. Seeing as how you are the only monarchy that this planet has to offer that Kyya recognizes, it is your responsibility to provide me accommodations."
Vegeta scowled at her. "You cannot be serious. I've not forgotten your reason for being here Tri Felidae. Why would I provide you with anything?" He asked, angered by her request.
"Believe me; I dislike this as much as you do. However, I see no other solution. My space craft is meant for travel, not habitation. It serves me no purpose to rest there, when I do not know how long I will remain here." Tauviana explained. "Although your own lodgings are meager at best, you are still a prince of the Saiyan dynasty; therefore, you will offer me, your better, a place to rest. If not to honor the memory of your empire, then for the sake of your family." She finished, adding the thinly veiled threat for extra measure.
Vegeta stared at her with repressed rage. However, before he could speak, his son rose to the occasion. "I can show her to a room Father." Trunks spoke in a clear and strong voice. The room grew quiet as both of Trunks's parents turned their attention to him; Bulma, wide-eyed, and Vegeta, eyes narrowed. Trunks ignored their looks as he turned his gaze to the princess. "I'll show you around, and you can choose your room for yourself." He told her, being sure to keep the disdain from his voice.
Tauviana looked the boy over slowly. On one hand, it slightly bothered her that the half breed thought that he was permitted to speak to her without direction. However, on the other hand, his assistance would speed things up. His father was in no mood to cooperate after all. "Very well Half Breed. Lead the way." She told him, gazing into his crystal blue eyes. She resented having to look up into said eyes. Though, the stiffening of his posture at the mention of his blood status pleased her.
Trunks could not stop the frown from appearing on his face. 'She's such a brat.' He thought to himself. 'Still… I need to find a way to get on her good side.' He decided as he gave her a smirk. "This way, Princess." He told her, before turning on his heels and exiting the laboratory.
Tauviana stood there confused by his behavior. She raised a delicate brow as she watched him walk out of the room. Plus, she was uncomfortable with the way he called her princess. Without a glance to Vegeta or Bulma, she followed after Trunks. 'I'll definitely need to keep an eye on this one.' She thought to herself.
Bulma watched as the younger girl exited the room. As what had just happened sunk in, she shook her head and moved to follow after her son and their visitor. Only, she was quickly blocked. "Let me by Vegeta."
Vegeta just stood there staring at his mate with his arms crossed. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm going after them!" She yelled into his face. "Or do you expect me to just let a murderous alien princess alone around my son?!"
"He is not a child." Vegeta growled lowly. He was not moved by her passionate display. Instead his scowl deepened, "Both of our sons are more than capable of protecting themselves. Maybe you should start taking your own well-being into consideration."
Her eyes widened in outraged. She placed her hands onto her hips. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
"She is dangerous Bulma." He told his wife in a deathly quiet tone. "So dangerous in fact that it gives ME pause." He turned away from her, fighting to rein his emotions in. "You need to control yourself when you are around her."
Bulma shook her head. "Me? Control myself? Did you not see Chi Chi? I'm not the one that we have to worry about." She huffed, insulted.
Vegeta stepped closer to her and placed his palms onto the sides of her arms and pulled her in closer. "Let Kakarott concern himself with his own mate. I wouldn't be surprised if her mouth leads her to having her head blown off."
"Vegeta!" Bulma exclaimed, pulling away from him. "Don't talk like that."
He crossed his arms once more; looking her over. "I'm only stating reality. Kyyans are not to be underestimated; especially not there Tri Felidae."
Bulma glared at him. "What would you have us do? What would you have me do?" She asked him, feeling restless.
"Do as she says Bulma; for now. Until we can find a way to defeat them, we will tread lightly." He told her firmly. She nodded her head as he continued. "Meaning… no provoking our guest."
Her eyes sparked at his statement, but she forced herself to calm down. Vegeta was right; and she was smarter than to let her emotions rule her. "Fine. But I want her out of our home."
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "You are not the only one. However, for the time being, I will keep an eye on her. Between me and our eldest son, she will be watched closely. You just focus on getting that data."
Bulma turned from her husband and walked over to her main computer. "That's the other thing Vegeta. Why would she need me to compare this data? Her interest in our natural resources is disturbing."
"It's all protocol Bulma. It's what incursion squads do." Vegeta answered calmly.
She opened the files that Tauviana downloaded onto her mainframe. "Well, whatever their planning could disrupt our ecosystem." Her fingers began flying across the keyboard as she got into her work. "And that, I will not allow." Bulma stated before she was completely immersed into her work.
Vegeta stood in the background watching his mate. Her concerns were not his concerns. She was focused on the planet; whereas, his mind was on other matters, as he stood there in silent contemplation.
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"And finally this is your room." Teenage Trunks told the golden-eyed girl. He opened the door to her suite, and motioned for her to enter. Tauviana stared at his outstretched hand, and then gold met ice blue as she returned her gaze to his eyes. She glanced into the room, before stepping over the threshold. Trunks followed behind. Tauviana walked into the center of the large room. "This is your sitting room." Trunks told her motioning to the sofa set and the rest of the room.
"Judging by the overly cushioning of these apparatuses, they are designed for comfort, yes?" She questioned him, looking the furniture over. Trunks only nodded his head. Tauviana continued looking over the area. "The décor is aesthetically acceptable." Her gaze then caught the big flat screen on the wall.
Trunks noticed her scrutiny. "It's a television." He then grabbed the remote. "Here, let me show you how it works."
Tauviana stood there gazing at the monitor with a furrowed brow. These images were similar to the ones she saw earlier in the city. "You keep surveillance devices in your resting quarters?" She understood the notion of using surveillance, but it was usually kept separate from her resting place.
Trunks stared at her for moment, surprised by her question. "Oh no, this is not used for surveillance." He used the remote to flip through the channels. "They're fiction based shows. Showing the lives of imagined people."
She was confused by his explanation. "Fiction?" She asked, unsure of the concept. This word was an unfamiliar one.
He continued to stare at; trying to figure out the best way to describe what he meant. "Um… yeah, untrue stories. Well, most of them are anyway. A cast of actors pretend to be other people and act according to the character, person they are pretending to be." He finished hoping she understood.
She turned her gaze to him. "And people enjoy watching such… falsehoods?" She asked with a raised brow.
"Well, yeah… I mean it's just for fun. A way to get away without really going anywhere." He told her, realizing how weird the concept must appear from her end of things.
Tauviana looked unimpressed. "Well, I'll have no need to watch these fallacious tales. Please have it removed from my quarters." She told, walking away from the sofa and entertainment area.
Trunks resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he swiftly shut the television off. He watched as she looked over the rest of the room. "This is one of our larger suites, so it has a nice size balcony overlooking the pool area. Though the balcony is shared with the suite next door." That thought piqued her interest he could tell. But, instead of telling her who was in the suite next door, he moved to a closed door in the suite. Opening the door he stepped in while motioning for her to follow. "This is where you'll sleep. There's your bed, a few dressers for clothing items, and a vanity table with lighted mirror." He walked further into the room and opened a side door. "Here's your bathroom." He walked inside.
Tauviana followed Trunks into the bathroom. It was very large, but strange. She walked over to the large rectangular ceramic bowl on the floor. "Please tell me that you do not use this to bath yourself."
Trunks's face fell. 'Am I really going to have to explain this to her?' He thought to himself. Forcing a tight smile onto his face, he spoke, "Yes. We do. That's the bathtub, you bathe in it." He then proceeded to point to various items in the room. "This is the shower." He turned it on to show her how it worked, before turning it back off. "It's like a personal waterfall. This is the face bowl. You wash your hands in it. And here is the toilet, you… um you…" He trailed off, face turning a light pink.
Tauviana noticed his expression; she glanced at the apparatus, quickly deciphering its purpose. It was oddly designed, but not too different from what she was used to. She raised a brow and stared back at Trunks. "Yes, go on… I'm all ears."
Trunks's face turned a deep maroon. "I… uh well," He cleared his throat, "Well, you used this to… relieve yourself… and…" He pressed the button to allow it to flush. "You press this and it goes down the drain." He finished, feeling extremely embarrassed.
She stared at him for a moment, taking in his obvious discomfort. With a raised brow she questioned, "You keep the room where you dispose of your… excrement… beside your bedchambers?" She turned a nose up at the thought of it all. "How barbaric. Though, I suppose I should not be surprised. Half of your people are at an underdeveloped infant stage with no hope of competing with the rest of the universe and the other half are… well… Saiyans." She finished, as though that told it all.
Trunks face was no longer pink or maroon, but in fact was bordering on the subtle shade of rage. Choosing instead to ignore her barb, he opened a door in the suite bathroom. "This is your closet." He told her before stepping inside. It was the size of a small bedroom, with shelves everywhere and a few cushioned seats, and several tall mirrors. "This is where your clothing and other items are kept. And you can change here."
Tauviana appraised the space. She assumed that it was fine. Truth be told, she's never seen where are garments were stored at on Kyya; she had servants to retrieve them. And while on missions, she was a soldier and kept most of her personal items octulized or in a few compartments onboard her space craft. She nodded her head. "This will do, I suppose." She noticed the grimaced look Trunks gave before he curtly stepped out of the large dressing room. She quickly followed.
Trunks quickly made his way out of the bathroom, into the bedroom and back into the living area. He nearly made it to the door, but was immediately blocked from any exits. He stared as Tauviana stood before him. Eyes narrowing a bit, he tried to contemplate what she could possibly want.
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AN: Yeah, my next chappie is up! I've been writing this for a few days. Squeezing in time at work or working on homework. There's so much more that I wanted to write, but this was where I wanted to stop for this chapter, so… there you go. Already started on the next. I really hope you guys are still reading and really hope you enjoyed this fic.
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In response to the most recent reviews (I will begin responding to your reviews individually from this point forward):
Laurafxox: I'm glad you enjoy the flashbacks. Yeah, it's going to be important that you know where Tauviana comes from, and what type of people the Kyyans are. There is definitely some ongoing conflict they have with another race and that will be brought up later as well. It's actually one of the reasons for the postponement of the invasion… woah I'm getting ahead of myself there. Just… stayed tuned and you'll get more info than you bargained for. lol
solaheartnet: Glad you love it. =) Thanks for pitching your idea… Very good guess tho… not quite there but you are very very close to the surface. There is definitely a connection with the monarchs of both Kyya and Vegeta-sei. Guess you'll have to stay tuned to see it unfold.
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So I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. I threw in a little Trunks/Tauviana time. We need a name for them. Maybe you guys can help me.
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