Chapter 13: Realizations
The Saiyan prince stood frozen for a few seconds before completely registering that his sister was actually standing in front of him, but as Veneta entered, he quickly shut the door behind them. Veneta was only a few years older than he was, but it had seemed that she had aged ten times faster. Wrinkles had engulfed her face, leaving her old and battered-looking. Vegeta was astonished. The female Saiyans aged slowly and with much refinement. Chiyo, for instance, looked as though she just turned eighteen when in fact she was Trunks' age.
"Never thought I would see you here." Veneta smiled as politely as she could, but Vegeta could read her unhappiness. "To tell you the truth, I thought I would never see you again." She went to hug Vegeta, but he slyly denied it.
"But I am sure that catching up wasn't why you came to see me. You need my help in some way." Vegeta smirked. "It has to be a personal matter because my strength and powers are banned on your planet."
Veneta simply continued, acting phased by her brother's comments. "I noticed that Chiyo has been spending a lot of time with my nephew lately," she paused, pondering about how to word her sentences without offending Vegeta, "which would be fine if she wasn't a Saiyan. She is destined to take the throne, and she can not find out about her heritage. I mean, Kanta is the best choice to keep her in check, and well, Trunks is a flight risk."
Vegeta interrupted rudely. He wasn't much of a matchmaker, but he was certainly wasn't a heartbreaker. "Just get to what I am supposed to do about it. It's the Saiyan attraction. Trunks may only be half, but it still runs deep in his veins."
"I need you to separate them, brother." Veneta interrupted just as smoothly as her brother did. "I need her to focus elsewhere. She needs to know her role as queen. She does not need to know that she possesses a crazy amount of Saiyan blood!" Vegeta once again showed his smirk. He knew the truth about the young Saiyan Chiyo, but his sister was completely oblivious to what Chiyo knew about herself. His sister only knew what she wanted to, and that, to Vegeta, was a damn shame. "So you placed the no Saiyan policy to protect her. That was quite a gesture, but you have never experienced Saiyan attraction before. Nothing can separate the two expect them. It is their decision, and not even the king of Saiyans could change it. When one Saiyan that experienced the attraction was sentenced to death, the other one wanted to die as well. So, tell me, what makes you think his son will even attempt it?"
He looked his sister directly in the eyes to see her rage start to build. "Especially when my son found a decent one to be attracted to."
She knew he had a few valuable points in his defense, but Veneta wasn't going to hear of it. She needed his help desperately. "Because I have control here. The whole planet can turn on you in an instant. They can go after your daughter too." Veneta saw the small fit of rage rise inside Vegeta, but it quickly receded. He could now control his temper, and Veneta was utterly impressed.
"First off, I am a Saiyan. No one scares me. If your so-called elite are the strongest fight, you are shit out of luck in defeating me. And I guarantee that my daughter is the last person you should go after." Confidence radiated over Vegeta, causing his sibling to turn away. "Be that as it may, my brother, I am simply asking you to try. It is for the sake of this planet." Veneta's ruthless side disappeared almost instantly, and it made Vegeta want to laugh. He knew she couldn't mean for very long.
"Sister, I would if there was any shot at changing their minds, but there isn't. Trunks is mesmerized by her, or else I wouldn't be here right now. And unfortunately for you, she feels the same. Now, nothing can stop that." Vegeta hated that realization because it reminded him of Bulma. She was as close to a Saiyan woman as it got. Begrudgingly, he was starting to miss her.
Veneta opened the door and held a tight grip on the knob before she exited. She was enraged. "Not if I have anything to say about it." She slammed the door violently.
Vegeta never imagined that his sister would turn out to be so bitter. There were no signs of such behavior on their home planet. It was as if, through the years, their outlooks had switched places. As he heard the door slam shut, he viewed a phone on a side table. Talking about the Saiyan attraction made him want to hear her voice. She was his constant reminder to go home as soon as possible. That, and whatever Veneta was planning would not be easy to handle. Vegeta sighed as he sat down on the couch. Where was Kakarot when he was actually needed?
There was a part of Veneta that knew this decision was wrong. However, as she made her way deeper into her chambers, she pushed the feeling aside. She had to do what she needed to in order to get the result she wanted. She smiled as her strong, swift-minded ambassador entered. He bowed at her presence. "You sent for me, your highness?"
"I did, Kanta." Her smile had been wiped from her face before she proceeded. "I have an important mission that must not be revealed outside of these walls."
Kanta simply smiled with genuine sincerity. "Of course, my lady. What do I need to do?" He paused for a moment before asking his next question. "Is there another royalty I need to take care of?"
"In a way, yes, but not by killing her." Veneta looked at the glass ceiling. The sun was setting, and the view was splendid. It was ironic to her. This task was going to be given at the most beautiful time of the day. "I need you to make sure Chiyo separates from Trunks. Use whatever methods you like. Just do it quickly." She waved him off, and Kanta left without a word.
As the queen sat on her royal chair, she realized she has turned into the one person she never wanted to become: her father. Veneta noticed the sun set quickly that night.
Chiyo wasn't sure why she had gotten so attached to Trunks, but here they both were. They sat in her suite, which had the best view of the sunset in the whole castle. It was the one good thing she could really remember about Veneta after the prince's death. And that was what worried her. She had to be prepared for, at any second, Trunks not being there anymore.
She sighed as the sun went down in an unique fashion. It had been so long since she actually watched the sunset. Let alone with someone else. And as she glanced over to see Trunks, she noticed that he wasn't exactly looking at the sunset; he was looking at her. "What?"
Trunks observed her facial expressions. She had seemed so calm through the whole process. With her fate as she knew it resting in the balance of how one plot ended, she was collected and her mindset was clear. It was quite weird to see a woman acting so sensible. He was constantly surrounded by women of the irrational sort such as his mother, his sister, and most prominently, Pan. Chiyo was a mystery he couldn't seem to solve. And oddly enough, he was okay with it.
As there always seemed to be, a booming sound on the door interrupted both of their thoughts. Chiyo simply walked to the door nonchalantly, somehow knowing who was on the other side of the door.
As she peeked the door open, Farrah rushed in and started setting up her sewing utensils, ignoring everyone else's presence. Farrah was one of the other princesses that Chiyo had been raised alongside with. She was tan-skinned, much darker than the rest of them. Her brunette curly hair flowed to mid-back with curls that would make any woman jealous to have. Her outlook on life was realistic, and Chiyo turned to Farrah with any problems that Aurora's analyzing couldn't make out. "So, before you push me out of the room, I have to get your measurements for the dress that won't be black and bleak this year. And my question for that is what's your reason?" She peered up at Chiyo and out of the corner of her eye spotted a shade of purple that was eye-opening. She whirled around to see his expression eye-to-eye. He was blatantly surprised by her presence. Obviously, he wasn't from around here. From around the planet.
"Well, hello there." She spoke in a rather promiscuous tone to bring attention to herself. Whoever he was, he was handsome. And more than likely strong from the looks of his arms that seemed to waterfall down to his wrists. "And who might you be?" Farrah faced Chiyo who still stood close to the door. She smiled knowingly at Chiyo.
Before Trunks had time to answer, Chiyo spoke up, slightly embarrassed by Farrah's reaction. Was he really that great? Or was she imagining it? "That's Trunks. What measurements do you need?"
Farrah just sighed. "Alright. I need bust measurements, the seam measurement, and shoulder-width…do I really need to go on?" Chiyo shook her head. "No, where would you like me to stand?"
Farrah directed her towards a mirror that hung on Chiyo's wall. "Right there." She smiled as she saw Chiyo walk over to the area pointed at. "And I'm going to need you to take off your clothes for the most accurate measurements."
Trunks went into a slight fantasy over Chiyo. He had seen her with a top off before, but not her entirety. Really not even with her knowledge of doing so. As Trunks cheeks blushed a violent red, Chiyo's face went into shock. "You've never had to do that before. What changes it now?"
Farrah simply smiled at her sister's distress. "Every year you ask for the same black dress that fits with an outward flow. This year, however, you left the dress up to me. And it'll be fitted, and my best work yet. I need the most accurate measurements to achieve it."
Chiyo just sighed heavily and ininvertedly gazed at Trunks. This was going to get awkward, but they had already experienced multitudes of them. She turned her back to him. She simply undressed to her bra and panties hoping to forget this moment.
On the other hand, Trunks couldn't think otherwise. He stared at her body with curves in all the right places. Farrah stared at him and smiled graciously. His stare was sincere at her victim. As she finished the measurements and told Chiyo get dressed, she noticed that Chiyo's gaze went straight to him. Probably involuntarily. She enjoyed that sight.
"Well, on that note you two, I leave you with my best wishes. I hope your plan, whatever it is Chiyo, works out." She paused for a moment, looking them over. "You would have cute kids." She quickly left them both in shock.
Chiyo turned completely turned towards Trunks. "Well, that was awkward." Trunks' smile brightened up her mood. "I guess so. But, on the bright side, our kids would be beautiful."
Chiyo smiled back at him. "You know, Farrah said they'd be cute, not beautiful."
At that, Trunks blushed for the last time he would have for the day. He started to slip towards the door. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow." Chiyo just giggled. "Okay then." She hugged him before he made his way out. "They would be though." He hugged her back lightly. She smelled perfect. She felt even better than perfect beneath his arms. There was little he could do to stop her surprises.
At that the realizations that they were more than they ever expected when she came to Earth to search for help hit their minds. Unfortunately, it scared both of them more than they thought too. This plan could not fail. Well, there was approximately fourty-eight hours to go time. Anticipation came over Chiyo as Trunks let up. Nothing was more real than in this moment. That terrified her.