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The Visitor – Part 4
Set had been living with them for
a few weeks now. She sparred frequently with Vegeta and helped Bulma on some of
her experiments. Besides her occasionally arrogant, brilliant and aggressive
attitude, she was generally a pleasant person to be around with. She could
remember bits and pieces of her order, but other than that, she seemed pretty
cheerful to have forgotten it. And she had once told Bulma, it had been a long
time since she belonged to a family. Bulma had asked if she had any family.
"They had
all died a long time ago, thanks to the Saiyans." She murmured sadly.
Bulma
wanted to know more, but she had let it pass, it was an obviously painful
subject to her. She couldn't remember much about her parents except for their
death by the Saiyans. But Set did point out that her mother gave the choker she
wore around her neck. "It's the only link I have to the past. I don't remember
who I really am. I know who I am from what the Directive tells me, and I can
hardly remember what my parents look like. The Directive rescued me before I was
murdered along with my parents."
"Set…how
sure are you that the Saiyans did kill your parents?"
"I'm sure!"
Set snapped. "That I know for sure. My orders in the future are to kill all the
allies of the Saiyan people and the Saiyans themselves." Set looked coldly at
Bulma. "If it didn't apply to the past, I would have gladly killed your husband
and your friend, no matter how nice you were to me."
"But you
tried to kill me." Bulma reminded Set gently.
Set seemed
shaken by Bulma's words. "It must be a mistake in my orders. That must be the
reason why I collapsed. They probably stopped me before I made a mistake." Set
replied confidently.
"Who are
they?"
"The
Directive. They are very strong and powerful and they never make mistakes." Set
smiled confidently. "The General in the Directive, he takes care of me…he's
like my father." Set said softly, her eyes turning pale blue with the emotions
coursing through her veins. "I wish I could remember what's going on…I want to
go home." Set said sadly.
Bulma had given
Set a hug as she stood by her despair of not knowing what was really going on.
Bulma had asked her before about the future but Set had refused to tell her
apart from the Directive and the apparent war with the Saiyans. "That's for you
to find out." She had said cryptically.
But things were going all right generally. Trunks had developed a
semi-crush on Set, following her wherever she went. She was nice to him but she
treated him like her baby brother, to Trunk's discontent. It was amusing though
to Bulma. Considering their age, they were about the same but Set acted so much
older. She had aged, not in years but in spirit. Her eyes reflected person
years older than she should be. But the only thing she could not understand was
Set could never seem to get along with Bra. They never talked to each other and
whenever they did, it seemed like the conversations ended as soon as it began.
Bra didn't seem to take an interest in Set and Set didn't seem to take an
interest in Bra.
Bulma
glanced at her watch. It was almost nine. It was time to put Bra to bed as
usual. She got up from her lab to tuck her daughter into bad, like she usually
did every night. She yawned unexpectedly. It was early but she had a long day.
Maybe she should have a nice cup of cocoa and go to bed reading a book.
As she
walked upstairs, strains of music could be heard coming from her daughter's
room. It was a combination of a child and an adult's voice.
"Wishing
you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive
Teach me to live
Give me the strength to try."
Bulma stopped and peered into the room and
saw both Bra and Set lying down on the bed together. It surprised her
considering the both of them had not gotten along very well. A smile crept on
her face. Perhaps there was hope that things would change between them.
"My mum
taught me that song a long time ago. It's the only thing I remember from her."
Set said to Bra. "And my mummy had just taught me that song." Bra replied.
Set caught
Bulma's eye and got up. "It's time for you to got bed, Bra. It's late….g'nite,
Bra"
"G'nite…Bra."
Bra repeated. Set grinned. "Yes, good night to myself too."
Bulma came into the room as Set stepped out.
"G'nite Bulma-san, it's been a long day and a long time. I have to go now."
Bulma said
good night as Set walked out of the room. "Mummy," Bra began. "Sing me that
song again."