Triple Moons
Elizabeth Knight
Chapter 17
Kyle sat at the council table as everyone filed out of the room. Zantha sat next to him, her eyes aglow with wonder. RepSarah sat next to her, and Isaru to her side. Kyle looked at their faces full of differing emotions. Isaru's was one of quiet resignation, and RepSarah's was a rock, giving away no sign.
"What does this all mean?" Zantha whispered.
"It means that you now have the right to choose." White Fang told her, still sitting at the foot of the table. "You can choose to go back."
"I can go back?" Zantha looked at Kyle for confirmation. Glancing up at her, he nodded. That also meant he had the right to bring Bra home as well. No one second guessed him, but Kyle knew this was only the beginning of his trials with his stubborn people. He glanced over at RepSarah, who was acting slightly distracted. She looked around the empty chamber then turned to White Fang and smiled. It was a chilling smile. White Fangs face lost little color, but he didn't look quite as calm as before. It looked as if something was stirring. She looked back over her shoulder then took off out the door. Isaru's eyes followed her, and he stood up, but he made no move to follow her.
"Where has she gone?" Kyle ask.
"I'm not positive, but I believe we'll be following in her footsteps very soon." he answered quietly to his companions.
"You mean she went back to Saiyan City? Goten told her she was wanted for betrayal there. If she's caught, they won't be merciful." Zantha informed them.
"Then we'll have to go after her and keep her out of trouble. Are you ready?" Isaru ask her. Kyle watched as her face displayed several emotions all in a row. Doubt, fear, confusion, uneasiness, excitement.
"I'm ready." she told him squaring her shoulders and following him out of the room.
"Take care my friend." White Fang told him, as he laid a hand on Kyle's shoulder.
"I will." He walked passed him and out of the room. Isaru had transformed and waited for him. He raced over to him and crawled up with the help of his sister's helping hand.
"Will we be there after dark?" Zantha ask Isaru.
"Quite. Perhaps in the dead of night. I'm not a jet dragon ya know."
Kyle crept up the tree out side Bra's window and lounged on the branch looking in. Her light had long ago been turned out, not that she needed any light to see by this evening. The triple moons were high in the sky and full. He was still trying to decide wether or not he should be going in. He'd barely escaped last time. Taking a deep breath much like the first time, he backed up a step and leapt in the window.
His feet touched down silently, and he made no noise as he approached the bed. It came as a surprise when he jumped up on the fluffy mattress to find the bed completely empty.
"Looking for me by any chance?"
Kyle looked around and found her sitting next to the window. Her eyes were shining unusually and they held no sign of retreat this evening. She stood up slowly and closed the window he'd come in that was next to her. He had the distinct impression of a caged cat. This wasn't the best form to be in, in the first place. He'd hoped being in this form would discourage her from any nocturnal pursuits she'd been planning on, but apparently not.
Kyle's ears laid back against his furry head as he crouch down lower on the mattress. He watched her saunter forward to him with her tail lightly swishing. Tail? There was something wrong with this picture. He had thought it mightn't have been the best idea coming to her again so soon, but he had good news he wanted to impart to her. Now he wasn't so sure it couldn't have waited another few days.
"No last words?" Her voice tickled his ears and was an active lower than normal. It sent chills down his spine and made him shiver. "I've been waiting for you to decide to come in. You sat there for so long I wasn't sure you were going to. What took you so long to decide?"
He growled low in his throat watching every move she made. She perched on the end of the bed and leaned in toward him. He growled a little more as she ran her long fingers through his fur and scratched his ear. His resolve was running thin. She moved in closer to him, putting her face up against his.
"That form won't save you, sueke." she whispered seductively in his ear. He snapped his head back away from her's as he jumped down accidently bumping into the easel on that side. Easel, canvas, paints and an assortment of other art accessories went crashing to the wooden floor, clattering against one another in a roar of sound echoing in the silence. "Look what you've done!" she hissed at him.
Booted feet were heard thundering up the stairs. "Under the bed, now!"
Kyle skittered under the bed obediently as the door opened. "What's all the ruckus about in here?" Bulma ask her daughter, who had leapt into bed. Kyle watched the bare foot swinging back and forth in agitation right in front of his face. Giving in to the temptation, Kyle reached out and batted at her foot. A smack to the nose was delivered immediately afterwards. He twitched his nose and was overwhelmed by an unusual scent.
"I knocked over my easel as I climbed into bed. That's all."
"Are you alright, Bra?"
"Fine. I've never felt better."
"Alright." she accepted grudgingly as she closed the door.
"Come out from under there you coward." she growled down at him.
Kyle crawled out from under the bed, a scowl on his face. "Coward am I?"
"You nearly got us caught!" she hissed.
"Caught!? It shouldn't matter wether or not your father finds me with you. I'm your mate, Bra. Remember?" he ask sarcastically.
"It isn't I that would have forgotten."
"What are you implying?" he questioned this time confused. She didn't answer. "I came here this evening to tell you the council decided that the choice of mate was do ours, individually. I can take you back with me, now."
"I told you it would cause problems just like last time. I can't come back right now."
"How long are you going to make me wait so that you can pamper your father's stubborn pride and irreversible vanity?"
"How dare you speak of my father that way!"
"It's true, Bra. You shouldn't feel the need to defend him against me. Why aren't you defending me against him? If you really loved me, you would confront your father with your choice." he said determinedly.
"My father knows my choice." she told him.
"I suppose I should take the hint then." Kyle morphed and without unlocking the window through it open. He was gone again in a matter of moments.
Bra's blood seared her skin as it rushed through her veins. Her head was pounding with it's increase, and she was pumped full of energy. She paced her room again and again waiting for Kyle to return. He didn't, and she lost it. Giving a roar of rage, she upturned the bed and smashed through the canvas on the floor. She picked up several more canvases and smashed them between her palms. She flung the slivers of wood and scrapped paper to the floor in disgust.
Bulma and Vegeta looked up at the ceiling as crash after crash erupted above. The sound of ripping material and shattering glass floated down to them. Bra's frustrated growls and roars of rage shook the window pains.
"I take it all's not well in paradise." Vegeta commented with a tiny smirk on his face.
"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, dear. Your daughter is capable of more than being just another girl."
"What are you saying?"
"She's a woman, Vegeta. Expect the unexpected. Bra doesn't give up so easily."
"Mmmmm." Vegeta mused, looking at his wife. "Like you I suspect."
They both quieted as the ragged sounds of crying were heard from above. "I should go to her. She needs me."
"Leave her be, Bulma. The triple moons have risen high in the sky. She'll need her privacy. I suspect she's more angry than hurt anyway." Vegeta told his wife.
"Perhaps. Perhaps he'll come back as well."
"Back? I doubt it....for now anyway."
Bra fell to her knees in exhaustion and cried into her palms. Curling up in a ball, she rolled onto her side. She felt so weak now that she didn't even want to move. Her hair was brushed away from her face and a soft voice whispered, "Shhhhh."
Bra didn't open her eyes as she felt herself being lifted off the floor. A warm soft material wrapped around her and cloaked her in a cocoon of soothing comfort. Her mind registered the slight breeze that blew across her face as they left the house, but the even gait of the strong presence gently lulled her to sleep.
Deep Brown eyes gazed down at the sleeping woman under the crimson cloak. They were weary and slightly confused. They were the eyes of someone undecided. The moonlight glinted off the pearl white mask that covered the secret face beneath. Looking up at the moons, light streamed down upon Bra and made her flinch in her sleep. A strange tingling sensation overcame him as he pulled his cloak tighter around her. There was something strange and unusual about the woman that laid in his arms. He sensed something more, something dangerous, something that could surpass his own power. She intrigued him like no other. He wanted to know her secrets, and he wanted to know how to possess this power he sensed. All power could be possessed, it was just a secret of how to obtain it. He shivered slightly as he made his way through the center of the city and passed the prison. He left through the front gates, completely unseen by any wondering gazes.