TITLE: Ancient Power
AUTHOR: Echo the Nymph
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters. But there are some I wish I did own.
Chapter 2
Trunks wearily sat down near his mother. His father had really worn him out earlier. "Mom, have you ever met anyone with the last name of Aiden?" he inquired while wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead. He was still uncomfortably warm from training.
"Yes, I have. Her name is Yukari Aiden. She was one of my closest friends when we were children." Bulma informed him while attempting to repair the wiring that was in a scouter. Vegeta stalked into the room and glared at his son. His expression was one that spoke of a true warrior. Not a hint of emotion was in his eyes and his mouth was set in a scowl.
"Trunks, come with me. There's something we need to investigate." he growled at his son. The young prince quietly got up and followed his father. He knew not to flat-out defy Vegeta, because, not only was he his father, he had much more experience when it came down to fighting. That alone could leave him in the regen tank for a week.
~*~
Miura woke up in a small cave that had a capsule house in it. What is this place? I feel like I've been here before. She walked over to the house and opened the door. A light came on, allowing her to see the contents of the house. There, on a small table, rested a photo album. The name on the cover... Yikes! That's my father's name! The girl picked up the book and sat in a chair. Her hand brushed the dust off of the red leatherette cover with its intricate design.
As she opened the book there was one picture that caught her attention. A young man stood in the middle of the frame, smirking. It was clear to the girl that he had been injured severely. One of his arms hung limply, clearly broken. Blood streamed from numerous cuts and slashes. But to find the strength to stand under those circumstances... Then she noticed the tail wrapped about his waist. He's my father? Could he really have been like this?
A flood of certain memories came back to her. Miura gasped in shock. Why, Daddy, why? Why did you die? We were such a happy family. Tears flowed freely down her face, as she mourned for the father she hadn't known all that long. Still, he was a father that she loved.
The sound of the door being opened came to her. A soft, cat-like growl came from her, for she felt a little threatened by the unknown. When the two people came up to her, the girl's growl died away. "Trunks...but how did you find me?" she inquired in total confusion.
"I doubt that you'd believe me." Trunks' gaze shifted to the people in the photo album. The one picture that was on that page was more of a family portrait than a snapshot. A small baby girl in the arms of a Saiya-jin? And who's this woman next to them? "Miura, who are these people?" he inquired.
"The two adults are my parents. The baby is me." she told him after a strangled pause. Then she looked up, and noticed Vegeta for the first time. The book fell from her hands as she backed away from him. His very presence she found a little threatening. Yet, there was a regal air about him that seemed to add to the threat she felt from him.
Well, that girl is the source of the power that I sensed before. And it appears to be quite ancient, a family trait. The Prince's gaze shifted to the album lying on the floor. The one picture that had held the girl's interest so showed him someone who he thought had died. What the hell is this? If I'm not seeing things, then that is one of the members of the Royal Guard. Arden, yes, he was the only one missing within this vicinity. So, the girl's half saiya-jin. His eyes narrowed, and his scowl deepened.
Miura pressed herself more firmly against the wall. Vegeta's expression had changed from confused to enraged. At least by what she could tell, for she knew him not.
"Dad, could you tone it down? You're scaring Miura." Trunks stated wearily. He was growing tired of his father always scaring people. Even when they didn't know his father, his very expression and bearing was rather frightening.
Vegeta managed to contain himself. "The one you call Miura is the daughter of one of the missing members of the Royal Guard. He was called Arden."
The young warrior looked back over to his friend. "Are you all right?"
"H-hai. I think so." The girl cocked her head to one side. "Did you hear that?"
Goku entered the house, looking unusually tense. The appearence of the usually cheerful warrior put them on edge more than the power they'd sensed from Miura. "Bulma sent me to get you guys."
"Why are you so tense, Kakkarott?" the Prince demanded with a snarl..
"I just feel like something is up."
The group exited the capsule house, then the adults took to the air. "Well, brat, what are you waiting for? Grab her and come on!" Vegeta commanded.
His son blinked. Why is Dad doing this? He's never wanted someone we barely know to come to our home. The boy sighed and lifted her. He shot into the sky, following the other two back to Capsule Corporation.
Miura trembled with fear and excitement as the ground flashed below them. Flight unaided was a new sensation to her, yet...strangly familiar. The green of the forest faded to the brown of farmlands and finally to the gray, white, and black of a city. And still, the sun shown in the sky above.
When the group of four had touched down, Bulma was there to greet them. "Konnichiwa." She then turned to her long time friend. "Thanks for getting them, Goku."
"No problem. But I had better get going now. If I'm not home soon, I'll get fried." he replied. The warrior lifted off again, flying back to his home.
The woman then looked at the girl that had been brought along. "Nani?" she cried. "You look like Yukari Aiden!"
"That's because she's my mother, ma'am. Do you know her?" Miura inquired.
"Hai, I know her. We were friend when we were children." Her expression then became concerned. "Where is she?"
"In a hospital. There was a car accident that she was a victim of." the girl explained. Tears began to build up in her eyes as she clutched a photo album to her chest. It was as though she felt it was the only belonging of her family that she had to remember them by.
Her explanation startled Bulma. She knew Yukari was very careful when she drove. More than once was she scolded by her friend for her carelessness on even the most remote country roads. Then, it was that very carelessness that had brought her to meet one of the most powerful people in the galaxy and befriend him.
Forcefully, she pushed those thoughts aside so she could help her friend's daughter. After a few calls, they found out which hospitals had recently recieved victims of car wrecks. None of the receptionists were specific when they were questioned about names. Even when Miura told them that her mother had been in one of those accidents, they wouldn't tell her any names.
AUTHOR: Echo the Nymph
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters. But there are some I wish I did own.
Chapter 2
Trunks wearily sat down near his mother. His father had really worn him out earlier. "Mom, have you ever met anyone with the last name of Aiden?" he inquired while wiping some of the sweat off of his forehead. He was still uncomfortably warm from training.
"Yes, I have. Her name is Yukari Aiden. She was one of my closest friends when we were children." Bulma informed him while attempting to repair the wiring that was in a scouter. Vegeta stalked into the room and glared at his son. His expression was one that spoke of a true warrior. Not a hint of emotion was in his eyes and his mouth was set in a scowl.
"Trunks, come with me. There's something we need to investigate." he growled at his son. The young prince quietly got up and followed his father. He knew not to flat-out defy Vegeta, because, not only was he his father, he had much more experience when it came down to fighting. That alone could leave him in the regen tank for a week.
~*~
Miura woke up in a small cave that had a capsule house in it. What is this place? I feel like I've been here before. She walked over to the house and opened the door. A light came on, allowing her to see the contents of the house. There, on a small table, rested a photo album. The name on the cover... Yikes! That's my father's name! The girl picked up the book and sat in a chair. Her hand brushed the dust off of the red leatherette cover with its intricate design.
As she opened the book there was one picture that caught her attention. A young man stood in the middle of the frame, smirking. It was clear to the girl that he had been injured severely. One of his arms hung limply, clearly broken. Blood streamed from numerous cuts and slashes. But to find the strength to stand under those circumstances... Then she noticed the tail wrapped about his waist. He's my father? Could he really have been like this?
A flood of certain memories came back to her. Miura gasped in shock. Why, Daddy, why? Why did you die? We were such a happy family. Tears flowed freely down her face, as she mourned for the father she hadn't known all that long. Still, he was a father that she loved.
The sound of the door being opened came to her. A soft, cat-like growl came from her, for she felt a little threatened by the unknown. When the two people came up to her, the girl's growl died away. "Trunks...but how did you find me?" she inquired in total confusion.
"I doubt that you'd believe me." Trunks' gaze shifted to the people in the photo album. The one picture that was on that page was more of a family portrait than a snapshot. A small baby girl in the arms of a Saiya-jin? And who's this woman next to them? "Miura, who are these people?" he inquired.
"The two adults are my parents. The baby is me." she told him after a strangled pause. Then she looked up, and noticed Vegeta for the first time. The book fell from her hands as she backed away from him. His very presence she found a little threatening. Yet, there was a regal air about him that seemed to add to the threat she felt from him.
Well, that girl is the source of the power that I sensed before. And it appears to be quite ancient, a family trait. The Prince's gaze shifted to the album lying on the floor. The one picture that had held the girl's interest so showed him someone who he thought had died. What the hell is this? If I'm not seeing things, then that is one of the members of the Royal Guard. Arden, yes, he was the only one missing within this vicinity. So, the girl's half saiya-jin. His eyes narrowed, and his scowl deepened.
Miura pressed herself more firmly against the wall. Vegeta's expression had changed from confused to enraged. At least by what she could tell, for she knew him not.
"Dad, could you tone it down? You're scaring Miura." Trunks stated wearily. He was growing tired of his father always scaring people. Even when they didn't know his father, his very expression and bearing was rather frightening.
Vegeta managed to contain himself. "The one you call Miura is the daughter of one of the missing members of the Royal Guard. He was called Arden."
The young warrior looked back over to his friend. "Are you all right?"
"H-hai. I think so." The girl cocked her head to one side. "Did you hear that?"
Goku entered the house, looking unusually tense. The appearence of the usually cheerful warrior put them on edge more than the power they'd sensed from Miura. "Bulma sent me to get you guys."
"Why are you so tense, Kakkarott?" the Prince demanded with a snarl..
"I just feel like something is up."
The group exited the capsule house, then the adults took to the air. "Well, brat, what are you waiting for? Grab her and come on!" Vegeta commanded.
His son blinked. Why is Dad doing this? He's never wanted someone we barely know to come to our home. The boy sighed and lifted her. He shot into the sky, following the other two back to Capsule Corporation.
Miura trembled with fear and excitement as the ground flashed below them. Flight unaided was a new sensation to her, yet...strangly familiar. The green of the forest faded to the brown of farmlands and finally to the gray, white, and black of a city. And still, the sun shown in the sky above.
When the group of four had touched down, Bulma was there to greet them. "Konnichiwa." She then turned to her long time friend. "Thanks for getting them, Goku."
"No problem. But I had better get going now. If I'm not home soon, I'll get fried." he replied. The warrior lifted off again, flying back to his home.
The woman then looked at the girl that had been brought along. "Nani?" she cried. "You look like Yukari Aiden!"
"That's because she's my mother, ma'am. Do you know her?" Miura inquired.
"Hai, I know her. We were friend when we were children." Her expression then became concerned. "Where is she?"
"In a hospital. There was a car accident that she was a victim of." the girl explained. Tears began to build up in her eyes as she clutched a photo album to her chest. It was as though she felt it was the only belonging of her family that she had to remember them by.
Her explanation startled Bulma. She knew Yukari was very careful when she drove. More than once was she scolded by her friend for her carelessness on even the most remote country roads. Then, it was that very carelessness that had brought her to meet one of the most powerful people in the galaxy and befriend him.
Forcefully, she pushed those thoughts aside so she could help her friend's daughter. After a few calls, they found out which hospitals had recently recieved victims of car wrecks. None of the receptionists were specific when they were questioned about names. Even when Miura told them that her mother had been in one of those accidents, they wouldn't tell her any names.