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The Visitor – Part 3
Bulma watched as the Set as she
insisted that they would call her, sparred with her husband in the gravity
room. Undeniably, there was a sense of connection that Set shared with her
husband. She noticed it in how she was able to snap back and tell him off at
any time and with ease. She had managed to wrap Vegeta around her little
finger. Bulma would have been jealous if she were younger but she could see
that the attraction they have to each other is not sexual. Vegeta seemed to
have a soft spot for his wife's would be killer, Bulma thought wryly. But the
worse part was that she seemed to have place in her heart for her killer.
Goku had
come over almost immediately, along with Piccolo, Yamcha, Krillin, Goten and
Gohan right after Set had woken up from the regeneration tank. She had
explained to them who she was, Piccolo was convinced that she was a new enemy.
Goku suggested that they should wait and find out who she was.
Set was
enraged when she saw Goku for the first time was about to attack him when she
stopped herself. She kept murmuring, "I can't attack without the Directive's
permission, I can't attack without the Directive's permission," which had
driven her to tears. Bulma had asked her what her new orders were but she said
she couldn't remember. This was the first time she said she had forgotten her
orders completely but she reassured Bulma that she would remember it one day
and that day would come soon. Bulma had said that she could stay in their home
until she remembered.
"Mum, who
is that girl in there fighting in there with dad?" Trunks asked watching his
father spar with a stranger.
"I don't
know." My would-be murderer, she thought to herself. The one we're
all welcoming with open arms.
"You don't
know and yet you allow her into the house?" Trunks demanded.
"Yes."
Trunks had
stormed off at her comments. She understood why Trunks had stormed off but she
couldn't explain it to her son why she allowed that young woman into their home
and why she trusted her. She was still trying to explain to herself why she
trusted Set. Perhaps she was going senile, who knows?
A few
minutes later, Trunks came back. "I'm fine with it now." He told his mother.
"Why the
sudden change of heart?" his mother questioned him.
Trunks
shrugged. "Bra said it's alright as long as you're not alone with her."
Bulma
looked at her son in utter confusion. "Trunks, since when do you trusts the
words of a six year old?"
"Since Bra
is able to help me out with my problems with Madeline, I trust whatever she
says." Trunks grinned a charming smile.
"What did
she do?"
"Well, she
told me some of the things that Madeline was feeling and she said I could fix
it the way Madeline wanted it. She's pretty good."
Bulma shook
her head as Trunks walked off. Things were becoming stranger by the minute. Her
daughter's a psychic and there was a murderer in the house who she liked. But
then again, her life was never normal to begin with.
***
"Is that
the best you could do?" Set taunted Vegeta in the gravity chambers.
Vegeta
chuckled. He hadn't had such a creative partner in along time. She was unique
in the way she fought, her grace brought out some advantage in their spars. But
she was young and he was still the more experience one of the two. She had a
good strong ki, and she was a talented fighter.
"I could do
better." Vegeta smirked and attacked. His sudden attack wiped the smug smile of
her face.
They
sparred for a moment and Vegeta was about to deliver the winning blow to her
head when Set took out her gun and pointed directly at his head.
"I win."
Set smirked.
Vegeta
nearly laughed. "A gun? You could do better than that girl. Why do you need a
gun for?"
"You don't know
what it does?" Set asked incredulously. "You know, people were terrified of me
and my gun. It's certainly more efficient working with a gun than fighting this
way." Set took her gun and stuffed it into his hands.
"Use it,"
she encouraged. "As long as you don't point that thing at me, I'm cool."
Vegeta held
the cold metal in his hand.
"How are
you sure I won't use it on you?" he asked.
"I just
know."
Vegeta held
the gun and aimed at a sparring robot that laid down on the floor not in use.
These robots were tough, and he wanted to see how tough the gun was, if it was
as tough as she said it was. Vegeta pulled the trigger. He felt as though his
ki was drawn into the gun and sharp blast shot out of the gun. It was then he
realised the power of her gun. Shit, he thought admiringly.
Vegeta
pointed the gun straight at her. "How did you get this gun back?"
"When you
people were not looking." She yawned.
"And how do
you know I would not use this gun you?"
"Because I
can feel it."
Vegeta
stepped back for a moment. He dropped the gun. 'Are you able to hear what I'm
saying to you?' he thought. Set looked at him in surprise. "Hey! I could hear
that! You were communicating with me directly. Are you able to read thoughts as
well? You sure aren't like the other Vegeta!"
"Like the
other Vegeta?"
"Yes…you
tell me that you are Vegeta. Your wife tells me that she is Bulma. That idiotic
grinning man that had just come over just now, you tell me it is Goku. But you
don't register within my memory bank as my enemies unlike the ones I know. I
assume there is something different here…so I can't attack you or take you
prisoner. I must be in the past that much I've figured out…but that's all I
know. Without an order from the directive, you are my friend."
"So…are you
saying you are from the future?"
Set
laughed. "Couldn't you have figured that out? I'm too advanced for you old
people!"
Vegeta
paused for a moment, deciding on what to do next. He knew who this person was
now, but he needed one more thing to prove it was she.
Vegeta
turned into Super Saiyajin and attacked her.
Set's
cheerfulness disappeared almost immediately. Her eyes turned cold and lifeless
as it were before and she levitated herself, waiting for Vegeta to come close.
There was a flash of anger that was reflected in her face. There was a sudden
brilliant flash of white light that enveloped her and Vegeta got what he
wanted.
Set's hair
turned a beautiful blonde as she glowed. She turned Super Saiyajin. There was
anger in her face, so brilliant that…the anger she had mirrored his…
Vegeta
powered down. Set was still poised on attacking him but it seemed like she was
stopping herself from doing it. She powered herself down.
"How old
are you, Set?"
"Seventeen."
Set paused before beginning again. She was trembling and was obviously in
shock. "For a second, I almost remembered my orders. I…almost remembered my
family…I was almost able to read your mind again…it disappeared again…I can't
remember what my orders are! This is impossible, I have no idea what to do!"
she began her voice, emotional and her eyes brimming with tears.
Vegeta was about to question her
about her Saiyan heritage but it seemed that Set was too distraught to say
anything or thing about anything. She looked at Vegeta for a second "I'm really
tired Vegeta-san. I have to go to bed. Good night."
She powered
down some more and was about to walk out of the gravity chambers without
looking back.