Crossover To My World
Chp. 7
Rating: PG13
By: Girlshorty7 (Midnight of Shadows)
Last time...
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"You may have won for now but rest assured I will take back what is mine Moon.
You will let down your guard someday and be left defenseless and when the time
comes, I will be there to claim what is mine!" and he vanished for good. Moon stood
there in shock, reeling from his words, and when the message finally hit her, she
crumpled to the ground, sobbing her heart out.
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~*Chapter VII*~
Moon's lids snapped open and crystal tears flew from her watering
blue eyes. She looked around the table at the others who were still caught
in her spell. She felt the emotion hit her all at once and tried hopelessly
to stop the onslaught of tears. She couldn't stay here. She didn't want
them to see her so weak. She slowly got up from the bench and backed away
from the table. She looked around frantically for a place to go and spotted
a forest in the distance over top the fence. She ran, sprang over the six
foot metal fence effortlessly and sprinted towards the woods, releasing her
control over the others. She didn't care what happened, she just needed to
be alone. She vanished into the gloomy forest without a backwards glance
or a care.
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The others came back to reality slowly, some sooner than others.
Vejita and Piccolo were the first, each battle hardened warriors and not
as easily moved. Lunch sat in shock for awhile and finally excused herself
from the table, Tien right behind her. Yamucha was speechless, for once.
Without even a nod farewell, he left the table and flew home, Puare right behind
him. Serenity and Usagi hung their heads sadly, seeing the whole battle for the
first time and feeling sorrow for their friends. Pan threw herself into Videl's
embrace and Videl left the table with the crying girl. She was definitely going
to have nightmares. Chichi snuggled closer to her husband, burying her face in
his shoulder. He wrapped a comforting arm around her. Bulma was still staring
into space. Juhachi and Kuririn went to check on Marron and Bra who were playing
in the sand box. Trunks and Goten stared at each other gaping, the experience totally
unexpected. Finally it was Gohan who broke the silence.
"Wow," he uttered. Bulma jumped and dropped her still rolling tape recorder.
She looked around embarrassed and picked it up, turning it off in the process.
She scanned the almost empty table and her brows drew together in thought.
"Where'd she go?" she asked cautiously. Usagi looked up then and became
aware of the situation. She nudged Serenity, who wiped a few tears from her face
and turned to Bulma.
"I think she left Breifs-san," she started. Bulma held up her hand.
"Onegai, yobu watashi o Bulma," she said politely, a warm smile on her face.
Serenity nodded.
"I think she left Bulma-san," she continued, "The memories are very
painful for her. This is the first time Usagi and I have seen them and Moon's
been with us for two years now. I never knew..." and she broke off, her voice
getting choked up. Usagi scooted next to her and gave her a sisterly hug.
"It's okay Sere-chan," she whispered, "They were just memories, they're
gone now." She gave Serenity another squeeze. Serenity nodded and wiped her eyes.
"You're right Usagi-chan," she sniffled and sat up straighter, "Time to
leave the past behind me and move on." Usagi gave her a proud smile and hugged
her again. Vejita rolled his eyes. Humans! Such sentimental freaks! He got up
and gruffly left the table. Serenity turned back to Usagi and Bulma, who had taken
Vejita's seat.
"I think we should go get her, there's no telling what she could do in her
current mood," she cautioned. They got up when..
"No, I'll do it," They looked over to the speaker and their eyes widened
in shock.
"Piccolo?" uttered Bulma, jaw open, "But why?" Piccolo smirked at her.
"For one it would be a lot better seeing it's nightfall and I have better
night vision than all of you put together, plus I know that forest like the back of
my hand, and two, I owe her an apology." Gohan looked at Piccolo, completely lost.
"But why? What did you do to her?" Piccolo shook his head.
"This is the only time you'll ever hear me say this, but I was wrong. She
didn't want to show us the rest of what happened up there, but I used my powers and
forced her to. I see why now. Any ways if I find her I'll bring her back here."
Surprisingly the girls didn't protest and agreed.
"Just be careful Piccolo-san," warned Serenity, "When Moon gets mad she tends
to let her aggression out on any and everything. And Moon is by no means weak."
Piccolo's eyes narrowed.
"Neither am I," he growled. Serenity gulped and stepped back. Piccolo
hmphed and flew away, off to find Moon. Bulma then noticed her watch.
"Oh my goodness! It's 9:30! We've been out here all day and half the
night. Oh poor B-chan. Her and Marron must have been so scared!" she was about
to leave but noticed that Vejita was carrying the conked out Bra inside the house.
She sighed. Then a dilemma came to mind.
"You girls don't have anywhere to stay do you?" The question took Usagi
and Serenity by surprise.
"Iie," they both quipped. Bulma sighed again. She never noticed as Chichi
came up behind her.
"I guess you three will have to stay at Capsule Corporation until..."
"Bulma," cut in Chichi. Bulma turned around, eyebrows raised.
"Hai Chichi? What is it?" Chichi actually blushed and worked her mouth
awhile before the words came out and when they did she went so fast no one could
understand her.
"Ne?" asked Bulma, "Chichi slow down. Now what did you say? All I caught
was lonely and fighting." Chichi took a deep breath and blushed again, embarrassed
to have to repeat her question. Bulma thought this odd since Chichi was a woman
who usually ordered around and bullied to get what she wanted. Now Chichi was acting
like a shy school girl!
"That's okay Chichi," piped Usagi, "I understood everything you said and
I'd love to stay at your house!" Chichi smiled gratefully. Bulma was lost.
"Nani?! What did she say?! I didn't catch anything! I don't talk super
speed you know!" Bulma was getting irritated. Usagi threw back her head and laughed.
Finally she answered the fuming Bulma.
"She asked if it was okay if one of us girls could stay with her since she
gets lonely and her boys are always off fighting." Bulma relaxed.
"Oh well then," she spoke, "I guess it's just me and you Serenity, plus Moon
when and if she decides to come back. Well it's time we got ready to go. It's late
and I know you girls are exhausted. We'll talk some more tomorrow." Bulma began to
leave.
"Matte!," cried Usagi, "What about Moon? We can't just leave her out there!"
Chichi put a motherly arm around Usagi's shoulders and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry Usagi-chan, Piccolo will take care of her. He may not know it
but I trust him. He's kept my Gohan safe many times." Chichi gazed in the direction
her baby was sitting with his younger peers, Goten and Trunks. Gohan felt eyes on him
and turned around. He spotted Chichi and gave her a grin and wave, then turned back
to talking with the boys, Goku joining them.
"Piccolo will find her, trust me." Usagi felt all her fears melt away when
she gazed into Chichi's warm brown eyes, so much like her mother's. She grinned
gratefully, feeling as if a load had been lifted from her shoulders.
"Hai Chichi, I trust you." Chichi hugged her and they left to collect the
boys. Gohan went to find his family so they could go, though he didn't seem too happy
about it. Chichi managed to get Gokou and Goten out the gate with very little force.
Goten seemed a little surprised that Usagi was coming along. Gokou was glad Usagi
was staying the night.
Trunks took one last look at his departing friend and sighed. He turned to
head back inside but was stopped by his mother. Bulma looked stressed, emotionally
and physically.
"Trunks could you do me a really big favor," she asked. Trunks frowned.
"Demo mama,"
"Onegai?" she pleaded. Trunks finally relented, after all he had nothing
better to do. He shrugged.
"Hai," he agreed. Bulma's lips curve into a wide grin. She walked up to him
then, Serenity behind her. Serenity looked down at the ground, shy without Usagi
around.
"Could you please take Serenity here and show her to a guest room? I would
do it, but I have to supervise the cleanup and then I have some work to do in the
lab. I would really appreciate it." She gave him her best puppy dog eyes and Trunks
sighed in defeat.
"Sure Kaasan, it's no trouble." Bulma grinned and dashed off before he
could ask which room Bulma wanted Serenity to use. The two teens stood there in
ackward silence for awhile, neither one the outspoken type. Finally Trunks broke
the silence.
"Come on Serenity-hime, I'll find you a room next to B-chan's." Serenity
looked up shyly from beneath her dark lashes, her smoky eyes capturing his gaze.
"Arigato Trunks-san, but please just call me Sere for now." Trunks nodded
slowly with a glazed look in his eyes; melted on the spot. Serenity blushed when he
didn't say anything and Trunks realized he'd been staring. He brushed some of his hair
behind his ear and turned on his heel, not wanting her to see the pink on his cheeks.
It disappeared a moment later as he walked.
"Come then, let's find you a bed. I know you must be exhausted after going
through all that stress today. I'm surprised you're still on your feet. A normal
human would've been out hours ago." Serenity fell into step beside him and seemed to
be a little less shy now. A small smile appeared on her face.
"Well I'm not human Trunks-san."
"Trunks only," he interrupted. She nodded in acknowledgement.
"Trunks," she continued, "Though I must say I'm tired." They continued the
light conversation all the way into the Capsule house.
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Moon back flipped and thrust at her shadow with her lethal sword. The shadow
moved in sync with her body and the blade sliced through the boulder instead. She
let the two halves of rock fall aside and sank to the ground herself, tired and
stressed. She'd been in this forest for three hours already and her anger was
barely diminished. She had ran and fought invisible demons to try and cool off.
The self pity had left her long ago and been replaced by rage at allowing herself
to become so weak. The anger made her forget some of the awful experience of the
Silver Millennium memories, or so she thought. She didn't know why the memories
stung so much, why they caused her to quake in fear and jump at every leaf that
skittered across her path in the late evening breeze. Perhaps it was the demeaning
promise made by the god, her being free of Usagi now and on her own. She had only
recently become aware of the price she had paid for freedom.
The stars shined fiercely overhead and bathed her
sweat drenched form in
gentle starlight. She either didn't notice or didn't care. The stars would provide
her no comfort; the real comfort she needed was lacking in this galaxy. Pity the
planet had no moon for she really would've liked to bathe in it's caressing glow and
let her fears melt away. She kneeled and brought her forehead to the bare, cool soil.
The earthy scent relaxed her a little as she breathed it in. She took deep soothing
breaths, fighting to calm herself and settle her troubled spirit. She chanted an
old rhyme she had learned long ago.
"Lula lu
Lula lu
To soothe my soul
I pray to you
Anger leave
Calm return
Douse the fires
That still burn," she closed her eyes as she finished and let the silence of
the forest encompass her. The wildlife she had disturbed earlier with her antics
slowly began to resort to normal behavior. Night birds sang trill songs and
crickets chirped to play the forest medley. Moon sighed contently as her body
began to slowly relax, her control over herself once again returning to it's normal
attentiveness.
She felt more than heard as a figure landed behind her. The person's
energy emanated from them and they made no attempt to hide it. Moon sprang up and
turned her blade on them. The blade missed the figure by mere inches. Moon stopped
her second swing as she recognized the person as Piccolo, the green alien from
earlier. She stepped back from him, but still kept her defensive stance. He glared
at her, rubbing his orange shirt where the fabric had been cut by the sword.
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Piccolo glared at the silver haired woman before him, her skin glistening
with sweat and her muscles drawn tight, tense and ready to pounce if he made a wrong
move. Her skirt fluttered in the breeze and exposed the knife in the black cuff
on her thigh. She took deep breaths and focused on him. He rubbed his orange
shirt where the sword had cut through it and cursed. He actually liked
this shirt.
"What the hell is your problem!" he growled. She made no attempt to answer
him or give any explanation for her motives. Piccolo took two steps back less he be
tempted to hit her.
"I asked you a question." Moon's crystalline blue eyes narrowed until she
returned his stare with just as much venom.
"I don't have a problem but you obviously do! Who do you think you are
sneaking up on me like that?! Don't you know I could have killed you!" Piccolo
smirked, the idea of this little woman killing him very amusing.
"You couldn't kill me even if you tried." She stood up straight, her lips
pursed in anger and her hands clenched tightly at her sides. Her sword arm trembled
slightly with anxiety.
"I could chop you in half with my sword alone!"
"HA! I could stop that flimsy little knife with my index finger!" Moon's
eyes flashed with anger. How dare he insult her so! She was about to yell out
another idle threat when a thought struck her. She smiled coyly, her lips curving
slowly and her eyes narrowing.
"Care to try?" she asked coolly. Piccolo growled. He raised his hand and
closed his fist until only his index finger stood out. Piccolo looked at her in
amusement and smirked.
"I hope you're not too attached to that knife." he teased. Moon smirked back.
"I hope that's not your favorite finger."
She raised her arm and swung the sword in a
fluid arc, the motion smooth
and unbroken. Piccolo fully expected the sword to shatter on his finger but cried
out when it sliced straight through. He pulled his arm to him and stared horrified
at the nub glistening with blood on the ground. He cast his wide eyes at Moon, her
not even looking at him, but instead the nub on the ground. How did she do that?!
Not even Marai Trunks' sword had the ability and he was saiyajin!
"Masaka!" he uttered, "Thats not possible! No sword can do that!" Moon
didn't gloat or smile arrogantly like any other person who had bested him would have.
Instead she slowly lowered herself to the ground and bowed her head. The sword lay
next to her on the soft moss, glowing slightly in a steady pulse. Piccolo could see
remnants of his blood on the silver blade. Moon heaved a great sigh.
"It's no ordinary sword Piccolo. It was made from special materials unlike
anything in this universe. I'm sorry for using it on you. I let my anger get the
best of me. Please just leave me alone, you have no reason to be here." Piccolo's
frown dropped as he stared at the broken woman before him. He could see the
memories he had forced her to reveal were taking a pretty heavy toll even though
she tried to hide it. She glanced up to him with big icy blue eyes, watering with
emotion. So she wasn't a frost queen as he'd originally thought.
"Gomen nasai, Piccolo-san. I hope you can function well without your finger."
Piccolo couldn't help it when a grin spread across his face. Her brows furrowed in
confusion. Was he mocking her?
Piccolo only shook his head, evidently reading the question in her eyes.
He concentrated and a purple glow began to surround his hand. With a flinch of his
body, a new finger sprouted from where the old one had been. Moon stared in
astonishment at the new appendage, not even jumping when a speck of blood landed on
her cheek. Piccolo reached down and wiped it off, laughing the whole time. Moon's
face reddened as she jumped to her feet, anger once again surfacing.
"Why you sorry green piece of shit!" she yelled, "All this time you've had
the power to regenerate and you let me sit here and mumble like an idiot about how
sorry I am! What the hell kinda creature are you?!" Piccolo only grinned.
"Namek." he stated. Moon blinked. That wasn't the answer she was looking
for. She expected him to laugh in her face about being so dumb or even yell at
her for calling him names, but not that. Without even so much as a menacing glare
or goodbye, she reached down, picked up her sword, sheathed it, and turned on her heel.
"I'm outta here," she said casually over her shoulder as she walked away.
Piccolo quickly took stride beside her not letting her get away so easily.
After all, he did have something he needed to tell her. She frowned and peeked at
him from the corner of her eye as they walked.
"Go away," she growled.
"No." She stopped and eyed him with suspicion. Then she turned on her
heel and began to walk in the other direction. He appeared next to her a second
later, walking as if they were out for a stroll. Moon balled her fists and
stopped, her shoulders hunched.
"What do you want?" she hissed, "Why don't you leave me alone and go bother
someone else?!" He only grinned. He took another look at her serious expression
and sobered up.
"Serenity was going to come after you but I came instead. They want you
to come back Moon." Moon huffed and tossed one of her disorderly silver pigtails
over her shoulder. The wavy mass almost slapped Piccolo in the face.
"Well I don't plan on going back anytime soon so you might as well go
back by yourself! Now will you please leave me alone!" and she once again walked
away. Piccolo was getting frustrated. Here he was trying to tell her something
and she kept on leaving him. He frowned and followed her once again. Finally she
stopped and threw her hands up in exasperation.
"What do you want from me?! You've already delivered Serenity's message
so why are you bugging me?! First you infiltrate my mind and force thoughts outta
me tha-"
"You knew!" he exclaimed. Moon stopped her ranting to glare at him, fists
on hips and chin jutted out.
"Of course I knew, you idiot! Do you think I'm some defenseless little
twit with no power?!" Piccolo shook his head to clear it as the info sunk in. All
this time she knew and said nothing.
"How?" he whispered. Moon's expression softened, but the frown remained.
"I could feel you. You can't go trespassing around in my head and not expect
me to feel it. I've had years of training for this type of stuff so I know an
amateur when they enter my mind. I was just caught off guard and didn't have enough
power to stop you at the moment."
"Gomen," he breathed. Moon's frown lifted.
"For what," she asked quietly, her voice barely heard. Piccolo took a
deep breath. He rarely ever apologized to anyone in his whole life!
"For forcing you to show your memories. If I had known what you were
hiding I never would have done it." Moon's brow creased.
"Well don't think you got away with it piman. I plan on making you pay for
that later, but right now is not the time nor the place." Piccolo could see that her anger
was beginning to fade. Finally she took a deep breath and relaxed.
Piccolo took the time to look at the dark sky. Already thick dark
rain clouds were beginning to build up in the sky. He frowned. There was no way
he would get her back to Bulma's before the storm broke out. There was only one
place left to go and he didn't particularly like the idea. He turned and began
to walk again.
"Come on," he said gruffly. Moon didn't budge. He stopped and looked back
at her, her face in a defiant expression.
"Where?" she asked.
"With me." Moon stepped back.
"Why should I go anywhere with you?" she questioned.
KRACKA-BOOM! Moon jumped as the lightning and thunder crashed.
"Does that answer your question?" he spat. He began to walk away again
but noticed he was walking alone once more. He turned back to glare at her. She
was trembling slightly and her hand had tightened on the sword hilt in it's scabbard
by her side. It was then that Piccolo noticed what was holding her back.
"You don't have to worry about me doing anything to you." Moon blinked in
surprise. Was it obvious?
"What are you talking about?" she asked hotly, not letting her emotion show.
Piccolo rolled his eyes. Why did she always have to be so untrusting?
"Nameks are asexual so you don't have to worry about me doing anything
to you." It took a moment for his words to register to her, but when they did,
her whole body went slack, if only marginally, with relief. She walked up beside
him.
"Let's go then," she said as if nothing had happened, "No sense in
standing out here and waiting for the storm. When we get there you're gonna have to
tell me all about your race." Piccolo looked at her oddly but said nothing as
they walked off to his mountain cave to ride out the storm.
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Bulma sighed wearily as she put her short night dress on. It was rather
warm out but she got the feeling a storm was coming on. She looked at the clock
on her bathroom wall. It was already one o'clock in the morning. She had made
sure everything was put away and the grounds of Capsule Corporation secure before
coming inside. Then she had to sign a million and one papers, reschedule
meetings and arrange lodging for the visiting diplomats who were soon to come
for the international meeting. By the time she finished it was already 12:30.
She had checked on Serenity to make sure Trunks gave her a good room, checked
on her daughter who was snoozing away, and made sure her teenage son went to bed.
After all that she jumped in the shower and was just now getting out.
"Bulma you've got to quit going to bed so late," she said to herself.
"It's unhealthy." She walked over to he vanity mirror, grabbed a brush and
went into her bedroom, making sure to turn off the bathroom light. She sat on the
edge of the bed so that her feet were on the inside on top of the blanket and closed
her eyes as she brushed her hair. Her mind drifted back to the events of today.
First the strange separation, then the painful memories Moon had revealed, and to
top it all off, the wakai onna had decided to run off.
Bulma stopped brushing as gentle, but strong hands pried the red object
from her fingers and picked up where she left off.
"Ne Vejita, what are you doing?" she asked surprised. Vejita continued
his gentle brushing.
"Can't I groom my mate or is that forbidden among humans," he teased.
Bulma closed her eyes and didn't answer, not wanting to spoil the tender moment.
It was rare that he showed such affection. He stood next to the bed, behind her.
She had her back to him with her legs folded to the side. His fingers felt
good as he combed them through her lavender hair along with the brush.
She let her mind drift back through the memories of the silver
millennium.
To have lost everything so brutally and then be reborn was an experience Bulma
would not like to have. She couldn't imagine losing her family in such a way.
It made her wonder how people who were without family dealt with it. That's when
Bulma realized how little she knew about her own family, especially Vejita.
Did he feel the pain that Serenity and Moon felt? She already knew how he felt
about his father, but she wondered if there were others.
"Vejita," she voiced quietly, not wanting to spoil his concentration.
"Hmph." was her only answer. Bulma took it as a
cue to continue.
"Did you have any other family members besides your mother and father?
Any sisters or brothers?" Vejita paused in his brushing for a moment and Bulma
feared she had angered him. He didn't like when she asked personal questions, but
sometimes he obliged her. He started brushing again after a few seconds of silence.
Bulma sighed, knowing she would probably never get an answer.
"I had a sister," came the sudden reply. Bulma fell off the bed in surprise.
Vejita stopped and set the brush down on a dresser nearby. He then crawled into bed
and lay down on his back, staring at the white ceiling as if it held answers.
Bulma picked herself off the ground and crawled into the bed. She lay on her side
so that she was facing him. She couldn't keep the excitement from showing on her face.
"Really?" she questioned. Vejita snorted and frowned, rolling his head to
look at her.
"No. I just said that to make you happy." he growled. Bulma rolled her eyes
and scooted closer to him. He couldn't fool her. She pressed on, regardless of what
he said.
"What was her name? What was she like? How did sh-?" His hand clamped
her mouth shut. He smirked as she glared at him.
"Woman, you ask too many questions." and he removed his hand. Bulma poked
him in the side with her finger.
"I just want to know Vejita. You never tell me anything so how am I
supposed
to find out unless I ask?" He turned his head back around to look at the ceiling
once more, his arms behind his head as he thought of what to say. Bulma kept
quiet, knowing if she said something he might decide to change his mind. She lay
her head down on her pillow and settled in, trying to get comfortable.
"Her name was Midnight," came the soft reply. He said it slowly,
tentatively, as if saying her name would make her appear. Bulma thought it was
an odd name for a Saiyajin compared to the ones she had heard. How does Midnight
relate to Vejita, Kakkarot, Radditzu, or Nappa?
"My father named her that because of the way she looked. Midnight was
like Trunks and Bra, a half breed. Her mother was Kalmeze, a race of dark
skinned
people who possessed the powers of magic. My father captured the queen of the
planet and claimed her as his mate. She died after giving birth to my sibling.
Midnight came out saiyajin in every aspect except for three things. One, she
had her mothers skin color and eyes. Dark brown skin like earth soil that glowed
with health and white less black eyes that could see everything, night or day.
Two, she had a silky black tail that matched her black hair. Three, she could
manipulate the shadows, travel through them as if they were doorways."
"Regardless of her physical appearance, my father took great pride in his second
child, almost as much as the pride he held for me. Midnight was two years
younger than me. The last time I saw her was when I was seven and she was five,
that was the year Frieza took me away. I made my father promise to send
Midnight away if anything were to happen to him because I knew Frieza wanted her
for his own, his personal assassin to do with as he pleased. That's what
Midnight was training to be, an assassin, one of the greatest. She made her
first kill when she was only four. My father said he would, knowing Freiza's
intentions as well and not willing to give up two brats if he had a choice.
I don't know where she is now. Most likely she's dead, blown up with the
rest of Vegetsei. Maybe she's on another planet but there's no telling where.
Either way she's gone and I'll never have to see her again. I'm not going
to worry about it woman and neither should you."
Vejita rolled over to face her then and pulled her into a tight embrace.
Bulma knew this meant the end of conversation and time to sleep. She didn't
protest and snuggled closer while he reached back and turned off the lamp.
Bulma was asleep in seconds, but Vejita stayed up longer, his mind filled
with thoughts about his long lost sibling whom he hadn't thought about in years.
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"AAAHHH!" The girl fell to the floor, her chest heaving as she struggled for
air. She lay on the ground, not wanting to get up. Blood poured from the cuts over
her lithe body and created a red pool around her, running off her black spandex and
dripping to the floor. Finally she crawled to her feet, struggling to stand upright.
Her head bowed as she clenched her fists by her sides and stared at the ground in
silence.
He watched her, the silence permeating the air with it's pressure. He loved
the way her short black hair was matted with blood and her smooth dark skin glistened with
sweat. He had really worked her over. Her black spandex body suit hugged her curves
in a most inviting way. The suit had no legs or arms; so she wore standard combat
boots and fingerless black gloves. He walked up to her slowly, feeling her fear of him
rise. He stopped in front of her and grasped her face, forcing her to look at him as
he ran his thumb across her bottom lip, wiping away the blood. Her dark eyes widened as
she recognized the wanting look in his. He wrapped a strong arm around her slender
waist and pulled her up roughly against him. She offered no resistance as he captured her
full lips with his, tasting the salty blood and her warm mouth. He ended the kiss then.
He reached down for another but she turned her face away. He scowled. Tears coursed
down her smooth cheeks as she spoke then.
"Master, I...I can't, I...I'm bleeding," came the broken sentence. He frowned
at her, very annoyed.
"I know that cat, it's pretty obvious when you're bleeding all over my armor,"
and he tried once again to kiss her, only to come in contact with her cheek once again
as her face turned away.
"N...no, I mean I'm *bleeding*, the one I can't stop," she uttered. His eyes
widened as he realized what she meant and he shoved her away until she hit the cold
metal floor.
"Why didn't you say so in the first place cat!" he yelled, "Get out of my sight!
NOW!" and she scattered from the room. He knew she wasn't lying. He had tested her
as she ran from the room. He sighed in annoyance. His favorite plaything would be
out of commission for a couple of days and he had nothing better to do. He finally set
down the whip he held, the object covered in blood. He stood in a circular room,
various items of torture on a metal table to the right of him. Axes, whips, and
swords of various types were among handcuffs and rods of all sorts.
He snapped his fingers and the lights went off as he left the room and
walked down a dark hallway. He looked down as he walked to see the trail of blood left
by the girl. He growled as some of got on his white tipped blue boots. He would make
her clean it up later. On second thought, he would get the shadow servants to do it.
"SW4," he called. A figure emerged from a shadowy corner of the hall. It had
no flesh or bones, only a black mass that formed into a male figure.
"Yess Massterr," it hissed, emphasizing the ss' and rolling the r's, "What isss
yourrr wissshhhesss?" He didn't stop walking as he ordered it.
"You and some others are to clean up this mess. Understand? Also send Lythana
to my quarters. I have some things I need to discuss with her about the maintenance of
my ship." He waved his hand to dismiss the creature and continued down the hall. Soon
he emerged into the room with the white throne and sat upon it. With a wave of his hand
the globe appeared once more.
"Opino, find subject FU143BU. I want to know exact locations," he called to the
far wall. The wall brightened until a white screen with writing showed up. A sexless
voice answered him.
SEARCHING FOR SUBJECT. He watched while the earth appeared on the screen and
rotated rapidly until finally stopping and zooming in on a large point. It was a huge
continent with several islands to the right. The image zoomed closer to the islands,
focusing on one in particular. The screen split in two to have the island on one
side and a name and flag on the other. The flag was white with a red circle in the
center. The name was Japan. The image zoomed closer still to focus on another group of
islands to the right of Japan.
BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP! TARGET CANNOT BE LOCATED! LAST KNOWN LOCATION
IS 678JK 567BL 145PL 289OP- Black Forest, Japan. SIGNAL BLOCKED BY UNKNOWN FORCE.
"What?!" he yelled as the computer gave him the bad info, "Who is blocking
the signal? No one knows were here!" The computer beeped a few more times and the
screen went blank.
UNKNOWN.
"NO! I need to find her!" he threw a black orb of energy at the screen. It
exploded and left the room in smoke. When the smoke cleared, the screen was still there
unharmed and blank. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He was glad he had
installed a force field to protect his computer. He sank down in his chair and covered
his eyes with one hand.
"Dismissed Opino," he mumbled. The screen faded to become the metal wall once
again.
"Master Draev, you called?" came the feminine inquiry. The voice had a slight
lilt to it. He removed his hands to see who had spoken. The creature was feminine as
far as one could tell. Her body resembled a dog on it's hind feet, paws neat and small.
Instead of forepaws she had regular arms covered in fur complete with a sweeping tail.
Her body had the feminine curves and breast covered completely in orangish fur.
Her face was almost human with a small snout and black nose. Two long ears stood
out from atop her scalp and her hair was down her back, dark raven tresses.
A long bang covered one of her hazel eyes, hair getting caught in the long eyelashes.
On her fur covered belly, a black tattoo had been burnt into her skin. It resembled
an eye with a fist inside it, marking her as his.
"Lythana," he greeted, "I need you to have this ship prepped and running well.
We will be expecting a couple of new guests in a couple of weeks." Her small dark eyebrows
furrowed in confusion.
"I thought we were only to have the girl aboard master?" He scowled at her.
"It seems she has found herself some body guards and they are blocking out my
signal. Whoever they are I will need to find a way to dispose of them. Now get done
what I've commanded and quit bothering me with these questions." She disappeared from
sight then, off to fulfill his orders. Seconds later a shadow figure came in.
"What is it SW2?" he asked annoyed. The creature
didn't flinch.
"Grrrenco isss herrrre to sseee you massterrr." Draev nodded his head. Moments
later a scrawny man with short spiked white hair and brown eyes entered the room, dressed in a
brown robe and black pants. He bowed deep and approached the throne.
"What have you got to report to me Grenco. You've been on that planet for
several weeks now. Have you located the girl?" Grenco was quiet a moment.
"I have not found her master Draev, but I did find out some other interesting
facts. On arriving on the planet I went to the place you last perceived seeing the
girl. The area was drastically changed and the people strange. I learned that these
people were the strongest fighters in the universe, two of whom are Son Gokou and
Ouji Vejita. They protect this planet from evil forces. I have reason to believe
the girl would be among them. I studied them for weeks, tapped into their minds, and
discovered as much as I could about them. The girl was not among them, however I did
learn some interesting things about the protectors of Chikyuu. Ouji Vejita was once
affiliated with Frieza." Draev's eyes widened.
"Really? Where is that white alien now? Last I heard from him was when he left
for Namek. Where is he now?" Grenco frowned.
"It seems he was defeated by Son Gokou and killed by Ouji Vejita's son." Draev
sat back to digest all of the info.
"What is so special about these warriors that they've got you all riled up?"
"Master, they are not human, but saiyajin." Draev's brows raised.
"Frieza told me he killed them all, with the exception of a few." Grenco
smirked.
"Those few were son Gokou and Ouji Vejita. They have settled on earth and
now have families of their own. Master they are a threat to our search and conquest.
If the girl runs into them and enlists their help we will have a hard time defeating them.
The effects would be disastrous." Draev held up his hand for silence which he got.
"Did you get pictures Grenco."
"Yes Master, pictures of all the saiyajins and their allies." He walked
to the wall and inserted a small disk into a slot. The screen once again lit up.
"Opino show data files SSJ34-55," he said.
BLEEP BLEEP ACCESSING FILES> FILES FOUND. The screen was immediately
divided into several smaller boxes, each one displaying a picture. Various women
and men were shown, some fighting and others talking. Draev's eyes stopped on one
in particular.
"Opino, zoom in on P22," he ordered. The picture zoomed in to show Vejita.
Draev frowned.
"I know that face. It looks familiar," he said softly. Grenco beamed.
"That one is Ouji Vejita, prince and now king of the deceased Saiyajins."
Draev was half listening, concentrating more on the face of Vejita.
"Where's his tail?" he asked. Grenco then went into a lengthy explanation
of how Vejita battled Son Gokou and the Z warriors and his defeat by Son Gohan. Draev
tried to imagine a tail on Vejita and that's when the thought struck him.
"Cat!" he exclaimed, "He looks like my cat!" Draev ordered the pictures to
disapear from the screen. Grenco looked at him oddly, but Draev only ignored him.
"Grenco I want you to make a list of all the enemies the Saiyajins have
battled and how they were defeated. I think you're right about them being a threat
to our mission. You are to report to me tomorrow at 0800 hours. Is that clear?"
Grenco bowed low.
"Yes Master," he answered and left the room, leaving Draev to plan out his
next strategy. If Ouji Vejita and the Saiyajins were as powerful as he perceived
them to be, than he was going to need some back up.
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The girl collapsed onto the soft bed, turning the white sheets red with
her blood. Her black tail curled around her waist and tried to keep a gaping
stomach wound closed. She ran a hand through her short pixie cut black hair and
sighed with relief. Her brown skin was covered in sweat and her body was bleeding
in a multitude of places, but despite all that she was smiling, tears of happiness
running down her cheeks.
She had seen the whole exchange between Draev and Grenco, saw the pictures
and heard the report. When Draev had zoomed in on one picture in particular
her heart stopped. She had faded into the shadows then and emerged in her
bedroom, hurting and happy.
"Vejita," she whispered, hugging her body tightly and letting tears
of pain and joy roll down her cheeks. She closed her black eyes slowly, falling
into a rejuvenating slumber with a smile on her lovely face.
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Translations:
piman-green pepper
wakai on'na-young woman
Onegai, yobu watashi o-please, call me
Iie-no
Hai-yes
Matte-wait
Demo-but
Kaasan (okasan)-mother
Arigato-thank you
Masaka-it can't be
Niisan-brother
You like? come on...you know you do....you know you wanna review...please?
*grinz*
Well stay tuned for chapter 8. Who knows whats gonna happen? Maybe the enemy
will make an appearance, maybe not...who can say. All I know is that our friendz
will have a new person to deal with, only question is, is this person friend or foe?
§©«®±¶»¡£¥0,~~~don't ask. I was playin around wit my cp and this showed up. Cool
huh? Well I can see that I'm boring you now so I'll leave. I wonder if anyone
ever reads these author notes?
Oh if you're wondering why I didn't put disclaimers in
6 and 7, I figured its all
chapter 5 so what the heck.
Shorty
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