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Author's Note: You have to read Part 1 to
understand Part 2. And Part 3 is comin' right up!
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The Visitor – Part 2
"Woman, that was the most stupid thing you had ever done!"
Vegeta yelled at his wife. Bulma simply rolled her eyes.
"I couldn't
help, you understand. She looks exactly like me!" Bulma said, observing the
young woman in the regeneration tank. "It's as if I know her." Bulma added
softly.
It was
Vegeta's turn to roll his eyes. "She tried to kill you, remember?"
"Yes…but I
can't explain it to you, Vegeta, but this girl is special!"
Vegeta
observed the woman in the tank. Bulma was right; the young woman in the tank
looked a lot like his wife. She was a teenaged version of Bulma except save for
the almost cold features that had seemed to set in over the years and the
black, shiny hair.
"Vegeta,
how…how did you know I was in danger?" Bulma asked quietly breaking the silence
that had fallen between them. Vegeta and Trunks had arrived home in Super-saiyajin
form, with a predatory stance the exact moment the young woman had collapsed at
her feet.
"I felt
your fear…and Bra." He remarked as quietly as Bulma had.
Bulma
nodded and the silence fell between them once again. They both watched the
regeneration tank, their thoughts to themselves without saying a word and while
Bulma thought. Vegeta had been avoiding the question for quite some time now,
but Bulma could feel that he was hiding something from her. It was as though
Vegeta could speak to Bra without saying a word between to the two. It was as
though; they were some sort of telepaths.
"Are you
willing to tell me now what's wrong with our daughter?" she asked after a
while.
"Nothing is
wrong with Bra." Vegeta answered curtly.
"Vegeta,
please, don't keep these things from me. I know that Bra is special, that she
is different from Gohan, Trunks and even Goten. What makes her different from
the three of them? Why was she able to speak your mother tongue even though
you've never spoken it in front of them?"
Vegeta
didn't reply for a moment. He chuckled before looking at Bulma and speaking.
"Bra is a true mark of Saiyan royalty. Just as the elusive super-saiyajin was a
legend, there were some legends about the saiyan women. Especially the Princess
of the Saiyan people."
Bulma did
not say a word and allowed her husband to speak.
"Bra…is
able to see things and hear things that we can't see or hear. She could see
from another person's perspective, she could feel what another person is
feeling and she read another person's thoughts. Right now, she isn't able to
control it…but she will be able to…with proper training of course."
Bulma did
not reply. She didn't want Bra to train; she wanted her daughter to remain
normal like an average human girl should be. But deep inside her, she knew that
her thought was almost impossible to achieve. Her daughter was different than
she. Bra would want to learn to fight; it's instinctive.
"Vegeta, is
it overwhelming her right now?"
Vegeta
shrugged and Bulma wanted to smack him for his indifference. "She's five, she
can handle it."
"No,
Vegeta. I don't think she can handle it. What's the purpose of giving a child
such powers, Vegeta? Why was it considered special? She was a cheerful thing
and look at her now! She's so sad nowadays." Bulma accused.
Vegeta
rolled his eyes again. "Control yourself, woman. She will get over it. There is
a good reason why Saiyans consider her powers special. I do not think you are
ready to hear it."
She
especially hated it when he did that to her. He had always left her hanging
about many things.
"I want to
hear it." She demanded childishly.
"Besides,
Bra and Trunks are fine. They're fighting again." Vegeta said ignoring her. Bulma
could hear her teenage son yelling at the five year old and her fighting back.
"Vegeta, I
want to know the damned reason why you consider it so damned special!"
Vegeta
shook his head. "You are the silliest woman I've ever known. Do you know that?"
Bulma
refused to give in. "Tell it to me."
Vegeta
simply smirked. Bulma was about to let him have it when Bra bounced into the
room and sat on her father's lap.
"Papa, you
can't tell just yet, papa! Mummy would get very angry and she won't talk to you
for a week!" Bra said. She threw her arms around his neck defiantly as though
she was trying to protect her father from her mother. Vegeta stiffened at his
daughter's hug, he was still very uncomfortable at public displays of emotions.
He pulled her hands away from his neck and shot Bulma a triumphant look.
"Even she
knows you're not ready to hear." Vegeta smirked again, irritating Bulma some
more.
He tousled
his daughter's hair and did not reply for a moment. He seemed to be occupied.
And so was Bra. Bulma realised they were communicating with each other through
their thoughts again. The pests.
"I'll go
get Trunks!" Bra said excitedly. Bra jumped off her fathers lap and stood in
front of her mother. She tried her best to look serious.
"Mummy,
papa had given me permission to spar with Trunks. Do I have your permission
too?"
The
bastard! Bulma realised that her husband had given permission to her daughter
through their little chat. The bastard!
"But Bra…"
she began.
"Only to
fly!" Bra said with big puppy dog eyes.
Bulma shot
her husband a dirty look. "I suppose it's alright."
"Yes, it
should be alright. You do not want to deny such potential." An unfamiliar voice
interrupted.
Bulma shook
in fear when she realised that it was a voice from the tank. Vegeta was
instinctively on guard. The young woman was awake from the regeneration tank
and had managed to remove herself from it without either one noticing it.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed coldly, as he had done many times before he entered
battle.
"Who are
you?" Vegeta growled harshly.
The young
woman looked at him straight in the eyes. "Down boy," she mocked. "I know who I
am…but who are you?"
Bulma spoke
for the first time. "You tried to kill me. You collapsed before you could."
"I did?
Interesting. That had never happened to me before. Well, since you people were
polite to allow me into your homes even though I tried to kill you, let me tell
you who I am. Then you can tell me who you are."
She cleared
her throat and stood up straight. "I am Lieutenant Set. Set short for
Seventy-eight. I'm a number within the Directive, with Lieutenant ranking. Now,
please help me out of my wet clothes because it is very uncomfortable."
She looked
at Vegeta and smirked.
Vegeta
looked at her back coldly but Bulma was confused with their exchange.
"So, you
are a saiyajin. I'm surprised that there exists one here, wherever here is."
She remarked.
"And you
are…" Bulma murmured.
"Just your
average wage earner."she said icily. "You know, like I had suggested to the
Directive over and over again, all saiyajins and their allies should be
killed."
She looked
around. "Can I have my gun back please?"
Vegeta
raised an eyebrow. "With your kind of ki, why do you need a gun?"
She looked
at Vegeta incredulously. "You know, you remind me of Vegeta, except a whole lot
more stupid than the other one."
Vegeta was
visibly affected by that sentence. Usually it would be he who insulted people
and not the other way round. "And a whole lot younger too! Damn, I can't
remember what's going on nor can I remember what my orders were!" she
continued. She looked at Vegeta and sighed.
"Well,
don't worry Vegeta look-alike. Without direct orders, I can't hurt you."
Vegeta
smirked a cold smile. "Cocky aren't we?"
"Just
telling you the truth. I can hurt you."
She yawned.
"Can I have my gun back? And I'm rather hungry. When's dinner?"