Hey all! I know, I know, I promised that I would get this out sooner and I'm sorry. I HATE HATE HATE HATE SCHOOL!!!!! (Sorry I just needed to get that off my chest). Anyway, thanks for all the reviews and support, especially from daimondgirl. So here we go, and the usual disclaimer applies, I don't own DBZ and never will.
'#'= mindspeech
"#"= talking
Sadri e'Vashar was up to her elbows in hot water, and thoroughly enjoying herself, it wasn't often that she got enough time to do such mundane tasks, like washing dishes. But it wouldn't last long; Drake was out at one of his Champion ceremonies and would be back in a few minutes. Keera was out sparring with Kat, and depending who's house was closer, would be back sometime before dinner. David was over at a friend's house, and the baby Sara was taking a nap. And she seemed to have an unnatural ability to know when any one came into the house. She was enjoying the silence while she could. Sighing she gave the plate she was washing one last swipe and put it on the drying rack, reaching through the suds she pulled the plug and let the sink drain out. Turning she pulled up some power and quick-dried her hands and took off the apron, and headed for the kitchen stairway.
Climbing up the stairs she came out to a hallway that went forward until it reached another set of stairs, between the staircases two hallways that branched of to the left, leading to the bedrooms, guestrooms, the upstairs bathroom and the storage room. On the right of the hallway where several widows, with stained glass designs around the edges. Continuing up the stairs, and down the third floor hallway; she passed the doorway to the rec. room and the doors to the porch, a clever design that, the porch was actually in the corner outside the house. The house was, in fact inside a mountain, but the part that was theirs, was an L-shaped building, with the short side, being the domestic part and the long side being the business part. So they could have a porch without blocking the sun from the bedroom floor.
Walking past the past the rec. room and the porch she climbed up a short flight of stairs to the solar. The solar was on top of the house giving them a perfect view of the valley. The ceiling was a glass dome designed to let in the most amount of light possible, the side facing the outside of the house was glass as well, with the rest of the walls filled with bookshelves. The inside was like a miniature jungle, 'well a pruned and animal absent jungle.' The floor was a beautiful soft brown hardwood floor, at the side with the glass wall was a place to sit and chat, with sofas and some tables. In the corners where a couple of fountains, with plants surrounding them, both had fish in them, soft-colored carpets surrounded these spots which included small tables and a couple of chairs.
Settling down on one of the couches, Sadri sprawled, relaxing each muscle in turn. 'Now this is relaxing.' She thought, felling the sunlight caress and warm her skin. Her eyes dropping, she dozed wishing yet again for the days when they weren't so busy.
'Ah, but then Na'gatte we wouldn't be able to take our vacations during the summer.' Said a voice in her mind. She didn't need to look, she knew that it was Drake.
Turning over she found herself looking up into a tanned face with onyx eyes. Drake was, by many standards to be a handsome man, a little over six feet; he had long black hair, that he kept tied back. Slightly raised cheekbones graced his face. Well-muscled, he moved with a grace that no human could ever master. 'Ah, but before we had children we were able to live at least a little irresponsibly.' She thought back.
Cocking his head Drake paused, 'hmm, you have a point.' He replied. Coming around the couch he sat down by her and pulled her into his arms, and proceeded to give her a very passionate kiss. Settling into his embrace she felt his mind open to hers, doing the same she entered his, minds twining they shifted through memories, thoughts, and feelings until their minds where almost one, giving each other strength and reaffirming the bond between them.
After a few moments of total stillness, they began to unravel and finally separated. Smiling slightly Drake reached into his pocket and pulled out a silk wrapped object and handed it to her. Taking it she unwrapped the silk to find a small bracelet, tiny gold chains woven together formed the band, dangling from it where small egg-shaped amber pieces. Smiling she slipped it onto her left hand.
"Now" she said standing up, "Where is this dark-thing you found."
"I'd rather you had one of your magecages up before I let it out." He said getting up.
Nodding she headed for the stairs. Going down to the first floor, she turned right into the business part of the house. going straight down the hallway she stopped at a door on the left. The door was a dark wood, with vines carved on it, to those with magesight it glowed brightly with the many spells guarding it, preventing any one but her, her mate and those they brought in with them from entering the room. Placing a hand on the door she gave a mental pull to one of the strands of the spell. Those with mage powers would have heard a snapping sound, accompanied by the door unlocking. Feeling her mate's hand on her shoulder she opened the door to her workroom.
Her workroom was actually two rooms, the outer for relaxing after a spell, and the second for the actual work, it was into this room that she headed. The door to the second room went through a six-foot hall, thick with protection spells; the walls glowed even to those who didn't have magesight. Going through the door at the end she came to a large oblong room, divided into different areas due to even more protection spells. Turning immediately to the right she came to a workbench, on it, and the many shelves above and on the opposite side of the room where her supplies.
Reaching up to a shelf she pulled down what looked like two small shallow bowls connected at their bottoms-it was the base for the magecage, she also reach up to her throat, and touched the gem on the necklace. The necklace had been a birthday gift from Drake, small silver links, only a few millimeters long where twined together to make a solid and strong strand. Hanging from it was a feather carved from stone, palm-sized it was light and a lovely pale color, in the center of the stone was a pale-purple crystal. Touching the crystal she said a few words and out popped her staff.
About 6ft long it was a long, thin silver rod. On the top was a large blue orb held in place by what looked like four eagle claws. The staff itself was etched in a leaf design, went to the bottom of the staff. The bottom ended in a point made up with the same crystal, only it seemed to blend into the staff. It was only a power storage device, she didn't really need it, but it was nice to have around for simple spells such as these, just so she didn't drain her reserves.
Touching the orb to the base briefly she gave the staff a mental command and it activated, What looked like a wall of colored light grew from the lip of the upward facing bowl, and created an egg-shaped dome of light. Holding out her hand Drake placed a small KI sphere in her hand. Moving her hand over the magecage she concentrated and suddenly dropped it. The cage opened for a second to accept it and then closed with a snap.
The cage then enlarged and cleared until it looked like a medium-sized crystal ball, with a small black blob squirming around on the bottom. Leaning in she took a closer look.
"Okay, what exactly am I looking at?" she asked looking toward Drake. Drake shrugged his shoulders, "I was sort of hoping that you would tell me that." He said. "Great." She muttered in reply. Tapping the staff on the floor twice, a low stool appeared large enough to allow a person to sit comfortably. Not overly decorated, the wooden leg that supported it was a dark brown, with red velvet for padding and golden trim.
Sitting down, she settled her mage robes, and sent her staff back into the necklace. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a soft glow, turning to look fully she watched Drake transform. It was actually a rather interesting process to watch.
The glow came from any lines his body had, such as muscle edges, and scares. She watched in fascination as his skin began to harden and change to a black color. His shoulders swung forward, as his lower arms began to twist in ward and his wrists bones changed shape. She saw his ribcage outlined against his skin for a moment as it began to grow. She heard a grinding sound as his pelvis changed shape and his tail grew at the same time. At this point his clothes disappeared into the storage crystal around his neck. Then his legs started to change; his calves began to shrink, as his foot lengthened until he was standing on his toes. Now he was on all fours, ripples began to form on his back as two small bones separated from his ribs, this was the main wing bone, it grew out of two existing ribs during transformation. The bone separated from his body, as they lifted folds of skin went up with it, forming the wing. Small splinter bones fused, grew, and took their places as the wing support bones. During all this Drakes neck lengthened, and his neck bones began to multiply, literally, there where a total of 64 bones in his vertebrae. His head took on an oval shape, a horn sprouted out of the top, sweeping back. His eyes grew until they where the size of a small plate, his nose melted back into his head and became two little slits. His hair shriveled back into his head, and his ears shrunk down until they where small holes. At this point he looked more dragonic than human. Now he began to fill out, the different limbs taking on a more solid shape, his skin finished turning black, as his muscles bulged and resettled themselves into their new shape. The wing membrane changed to a black color, and veins formed, pumping blood to the cells. Internally Drakes lungs grew larger due his need for more air, his neck muscles, tendons, and veins became stronger, and able to support his head. His tail bones became more dense, as the tail melded into his body, the muscle around the base of the tail thickened, this was to create the needed counter balance, so that he wouldn't fall on his face every time he tried to move. His eye pupils became silted, and their color changed to a bright green. His finger and toenails became claws, as his skin separated into scales. His wings finished filling out, and with a final stretch he was done.
'You Know,' she thought at him 'that's quite the interesting little process you go through there, one of these days I need to figure out how you do it. Especially since I KNOW that you slowed that down on purpose.'
'Of course I did, after all you do so enjoy watching' he replied pretending to ignore her first statement. 'Now shall we?' he asked referring to the little glob of black in her magecage.
Folding his wings he closed his eyes and was surrounded by his KI as he shrunk down to the size of a dog. Climbing up onto the stool he settled so that his body was be hind her and his head and tail curled into her lap. "Comfy?" she asked, looking up he gave her a nod. "Alright you" she said beginning to weave the spell, "let's find out what you are." Pushing her hands palm out toward the cage she activated the spell.
FYI: You might not have noticed this but Trunks has never seen the Weren transformation process, Keera and Kat have never transformed before him. That's because the Weren Goddess told them not to. The reason being that if Trunks did see the transformation that his Weren instincts might awaken and he might transform either at that moment or at a later time, where Bulma might possibly see it. And if she did there is a huge chance that she might remember what she once was and possibly go mad.
The door banging behind him Trunks entered the house, and headed straight for the kitchen. His stomach rumbling he opened the refrigerator to find large tubs of precooked food, finding one labeled 'fried chicken' he pulled it out. Sitting down at the table he opened it, to find several pieces of chicken. It was a simple trick to heat them with his KI, picking one up he found it cooked to perfection, and chowed down. He continued to eat until all the chicken was gone. Sitting back he waited for a moment to let the last piece settle, then grabbed the tupperware and put in the sink.
Trotting upstairs, he reached out mentally to see who was where. 'Let's see, mom and dad in their room, younger sibling still in mom, and something that feels like demons all over the place,' he thought as he reached the top of the stairs, 'WAIT A SEC! THINGS THAT FEEL LIKE DEMONS! Hmm, mental note: check this out ASAP. Huh? Mom's energy level is awfully low, time to go see what's up.' He decided as he came to his parents' room. Giving the door a small tap, he quietly pushed opened it so he could peek an eye inside. Lying on their bed was his mother, fast asleep. Sitting by her side, his left foot on the edge of the bed with his arm resting on it was his father, with his right hand brushing through his mother's hair. But it was the look on his face the caught his attention the most, he wasn't smirking, it was another expression, one he had seen before a couple of years ago.
They had been sparring when one of their blasts hit the gravity machine, and it exploded. Trunks being nearer to the machine than his father caught the worst of the blast, and was flung through the wall out onto the ground. Feeling himself slip out of Super Saiyan he hung on, trying to stay in that mode. After a few moments of effort he managed to stabilize himself and began trying to stand up. It wasn't until he got all the way up that he saw the booted feet of his father. He had managed to look up for a moment to see his fathers face when his body collapsed, he managed to catch himself with his hands but he was close to unconsciousness, "Give it up brat" said a voice above his head. "No way" he said back trying to stand again. He was able to get up into a fighting stance when his body decided that it was time to give up. But before he hit the ground someone caught him, "Nice try kid, but it's time to give up." Said Vegeta in a very different tone than Trunks was used to. Looking up caught a glimpse of his father's face, it was softer than normal, and he was actually smiling. Some how, at that moment he knew. He knew that somewhere deep down, his father really cared for him, Trunks might have said something, or smiled back, but at that moment he slipped into unconsciousness.
Trunks couldn't help but stare, everyone he knew had always whispered that Vegeta didn't care, that the only reason that his parents where together was the fact that his mother was the only one who could make and fix the gravity machine. But on that day he discovered that they where all wrong, and this just confirmed it to him.
FYI: When Keera talks about the Great Weapons, she fails to mention that only the Weren Champions may bare them. Drake is marked as the leader of the Weren Champions by his sword Yuccatan, the most powerful Great Weapon ever made, in the Weren language, Yuccatan-roughly translated into it's most ancient meaning-means sibling of the Goddess. Since by right Drake kind of acts like that toward the Goddess.
Vegeta relaxed, his mate, lying next to him was safe and asleep, his eldest was running around somewhere probably annoying the heck out of the locals, and his youngest was safely inside their mother's womb. He felt, what was the word? Content, yes he was content, as long as there where no other battles he might actually be quite happy to stay like this.
His senses pinged, and Vegeta looked behind him to see his son looking at him from the door. Seeing the look in his eye he sighed, "Get in here." and turned back to his mate. He heard the kid open the door the rest of the way, take a couple of steps in, and then promptly launch himself onto the bed. Landing lightly by his mother the boy looked at her for a few moments and then looked up at him "Why is her energy level so low?" "Because the baby is taking it so it can grow, Saiyan babies take a lot of energy" he told the kid. "Oh" was all he got in reply, Vegeta continued to brush his hand through his mates hair, he had noticed early on that this seemed to calm her when sleeping.
"Father have you sensed anything odd about the Cap. Corp. grounds?" Vegeta looked over at his son for a moment, and seeing that the kid was serious, closed his eyes and extended his senses. He immediately began picking up several 'dark' sensations. "It seems that we have company, Unwanted company." he said a small growl getting into his voice.
Hi everyone! Well how do you like the story so far? Please tell me, and no flamers just because you don't like Were's, okay? Anyway I hope to have the next part of this chapter out soon, later!
Na'gatte: Means the same thing as beloved.
Darkling: Think of them as Saibamen from the Saiyen saga only with actual brains.