Breakdown; Chapter 9- Confrontations and Flashbacks
Disclaimer- I do not own DB/Z/GT. I am merely working with the tools their lovely creator provided me with. Don't sue.
A/N- We left off with Goten, Piccolo, Gohan, Trunks, Vegeta, and Goku taking off to find Sam to see if she was their anonymous villain. So continue on to the story...
Oh, one more thing. **** equals 'flash back' mode ^.^
Sam looked out the window of the dingy apartment building. They were coming. She could sense them. She sighed.
'I'd better get this over with.' She thought miserably. What she wouldn't do for a mission. This confrontation could end up being painful depending on how quickly she talked. Opening the window on the far side of the small room, she took off away from the city, making sure to raise her ki just enough to make it noticeable. When she was just above a pretty desolate field she landed and waited for the Z senshi to arrive. She didn't have long to wait. Goten landed first, having been first to spot the familiar ki, followed by Trunks, Gohan, Vegeta, Goku, and Piccolo. All were looking at her angrily, except Goten who seemed more confused. Now was the time to speak. But before she could get a word out Vegeta was in the first form of Super Saiyan and holding her up by the front of her shirt- a gray somewhat torn T-shirt.
"Who are you, what do you want, and WHAT RIGHT HAVE YOU TO PUT ME THROUGH WHAT YOU DID?!?" He yelled, shaking her violently at each of the last words. Sam was shocked into silence.
"Vegeta, I think-" Goku tried, but Vegeta wasn't paying attention. His pride had been hurt, and someone had to pay. He tossed the girl easily to the ground and she got to her feet again.
"You have three seconds to explain yourself." Vegeta said benevolently. Sam decided to talk quickly.
"I didn't want to do this to you, but I had to," She started, but Vegeta didn't want to listen. From what he did listen to in the allotted three seconds, it sounded like this girl was working for some higher power. All the more reason to kill her. He flew at her and she put up her hands to block whatever attack he might throw. Vegeta attacked head on. Sam's arms soon began to tire from the fierce barrage of punches.
'That's gonna bruise tomorrow,' She thought wretchedly. 'This is a losing battle. I've gotta get through to him.' She sprang away from him and took a fighting stance. Vegeta stood amused that this lower being was going to try to fight. Then, to his great surprise, she began powering up. Though the power was far less than that of any of the Z warriors, it was higher than any of them had really expected. Vegeta overcame this minor shock and attacked again. Sam blocked as well as she could, but unfortunately for her, this still wasn't very well. Time to take matters into her own hands. She disengaged from the one-sided battle again, shot into the air, and summoned all of her strength. It had been years since she'd done this, but she still remembered how. Concentrating all her energy and praying that Vegeta would give her enough time, she began powering up again. Her power climbed steadily and then, to the great confusion of the Z fighters, reached a familiar plateau with a burst of golden light and debris. When it cleared, Sam could be seen floating with blonde hair and blue eyes. Goten's face took on an even more confused look and Goku creased his forehead, trying to comprehend. Even Vegeta had to struggle to stop curiosity from taking over. He didn't like not knowing what was going on, and he didn't want to appear interested in this weak woman, so he continued to pummel her. Now Sam had a better chance because Vegeta did not deem it necessary to reach the next level to deal with likes of her. She still did not fare well however, especially since she was trying to speak to him between blows.
"Vegeta, stop this now! I'm not who you think!" She exclaimed, throwing all caution of secrecy to the winds. "I am not the one you need to be fighting now! Listen, or you're going to get killed!"
"By you? I don't think so." Vegeta delivered a direct blow to her stomach and then brought his folded hands down on her back causing Sam to hurtle at high speed into the Earth below, where she struggled to pry herself from the newly-made hole. But Vegeta was there and grabbed her arm, swinging her around in a wide arc and throwing her easily into the air. He went up to meet her as she struggled to stay aloft and the fight continued in the air for a while before Vegeta beat her back into the ground. Then, as she lay prone on the ground, drifting out of the Super-Saiyan look-alike state, Goku intervened.
"That's enough Vegeta. She's no threat anymore." Vegeta grumbled about weakness but complied, landing with his arms crossed behind the rest of the group, who had crowded around Sam to see if she was still conscious. If she was, they had a lot of questions. If she wasn't, they'd wait for her to wake up, then ask a lot of questions. As it turns out, she was not conscious, but she was changing. By that I mean her appearance was changing. Her face's shape seemed to morph and her features changed. If her eyes had been open, they would have seen that they were not green, but now hazel. She was no longer the titian-haired girl that Goten and Trunks knew, but now the brunette that Goku, Vegeta, and Gohan knew. Piccolo, however was very, very confused, and he said so, too.
"Someone please explain to me what's going on here!" He practically yelled Goten and Trunks shrugged. All they knew was that this was a strange girl from the city with an astonishingly low power level who apparently could hit a level identical to Super Saiyan.
Gohan decided to take the floor.
"You remember that story I told you a long time ago?" He asked Goten, Trunks, and Piccolo. "The one about a girl who we found in the woods who was a Saiyan?" Piccolo, Trunks and Goten nodded simultaneously. Gohan pointed to Sam. "That's her." Millions more questions popped into everybody's head, but as no one present could possibly be capable of answering them, they decided to tow Sam on back to Capsule Corp. to see if Bulma could bring her round.
"Goten, why don't you see Korin about some Senzu's. I have a feeling we may need them." Goku said. Goten looked at him oddly.
"OK, sure. But why?" he asked.
"It seems to me that every time a new person shows up on Earth we have a need for them." he replied. Goten nodded and took off for Korin Tower.
At Capsule Corp., It didn't take long for Sam to come to. When she did, she still had her brown hair and green eyes.
"Celeria," Gohan acknowledged. She nodded her head timidly. Vegeta was leaning against the far wall, trying to keep from losing his temper. Trunks wasn't too far from him, trying to fathom the endless questions that reeled in his mind. Goku looked entirely confused, as did Piccolo, though he tried to pass of the perplexed look as one of anger. The result was slightly twisted. "I think you know most of the questions on everyone's mind. Care explaining yourself?" Gohan said casually. He remembered well how easily Celeria was startled, but he had been just a boy then. She should be far older than he. Sam/Celeria swallowed hard and took a deep breath to begin her tale.
"Well, I guess it started with my decision to become a scientist instead of developing my fighting skills."
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The scene is outside of the Son house. There is a small Saiyan-like pod in the front yard. Celeria is standing in front of it With Goku and Gohan standing back.
"Now are you sure you don't want to learn anymore? There's so much we haven't covered." Goku said.
"I am a Super Saiyan, Goku. I will be able to take care of myself," She replied, sensing his motives. "Besides, you taught me the basics and that's all I need to know for now. If I ever need more, I'm sure I could learn." Goku nodded sullenly. He wasn't sure he wanted to say good-bye so quickly to his sister. Gohan didn't either.
"Come back sometime, Celeria." He requested. She smiled at the boy- her nephew.
"I'll be back. I promise." She said, kneeling to ruffle the boy's hair. Then she turned and hopped into the ship, taking off almost immediately.
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"After I had left, I decided to set my course for one of the highest scientific facilities the computer could find- Planet Amqui. Once there, I set myself up as a scientist and student, to learn from the greatest masters. In time, I became one of the most esteemed scholars on the planet. While learning, though, I still wondered about my past. Some pieces just didn't fit. How could I have possibly have been your sister, Goku? We would have been born within a few weeks of each other, and that is definitely not plausible." She continued. "I got to studying our genealogy."
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The scene- Celeria has been on the planet Amqui for many years, studying and becoming a scientist. She has distinguished herself as an important scientist with many discoveries credited to her. Conveniently, the years on Amqui are equal in length to that of Earth, so she has aged normally- at least, as normally as Sayings age.
Celeria bent over millions of papers strewn haphazardly among overturned phials and glasses. She was scribbling quickly, frequently checking calculations and measurements on an odd looking abacus-like device in front of her. Finally, she leaned back in her seat and sighed. This was not possible. Something was wrong. When she was satisfied she had exhausted every resource available to her, she decided to visit an old friend of hers.
"Celeria!" An old man greeted her happily as she walked into what looked like a large classroom. He had a long white beard and tiny spectacles- the very image of a wizened professor.
"Hello Kocheck. How are you?" She said in the planet's formal language.
"Ah, dispense with the formalities my dear. I can see question in your eyes. Come now, out with it." Kocheck replied casually, smiling at her all the while. She smiled back. He knew her too well.
"Well, there is a question. Now that I've got some free time on my hands, I've been studying...well, myself. My bloodline, I mean." She said, remembering how shocked the people of Amqui had been when they learned that she was of Saiyan blood, yet kind and gentle as any of them.
"Ah yes. Your interesting heritage. A Saiyan from Earth." He said, also remembering.
"But originally Vegita-sei, Kocheck. I can't forget that. But that's beside the point. You remember how I told you of my life on Earth and how I'd discovered a brother and nephew?" He nodded. "Well, I've been experimenting, studying, reasoning, and applying logic in every way shape and form, but there doesn't seem to be a connection between me and Kakarot."
"Your brother, correct?" Celeria nodded now. "You checked DNA? Repeating patterns? The cells? The very atoms?"
"Yes everything. No matches, no patterns, no outstanding gene similar, except the Super Saiyan gene." She said, sinking into a chair with an exasperated sigh. Kocheck looked slightly shocked. Celeria didn't like talking about her power. It made her uneasy because she still didn't have full control over it, and there were few beings on the planet more powerful than her. Truth be told, Kocheck believed that she was frightened by her own power, even though she knew very well that there were those abroad that were ten times stronger than she.
"Perhaps," He began, choosing his words carefully. Celeria was a strange girl. She didn't mind being reminded of her brother, or even Earth, but she was sensitive about returning. She had made a promise when she first left, years and years ago, to her nephew. She had not kept the promise, and was trying to forget it. "Perhaps you should go to the source." Celeria's head snapped up.
"How would going back to Earth help?" She demanded, her voice slightly higher than she had intended.
"Well, that is where you discovered who you are. Often times, we overlook the simplest solutions in our haste to discover the answer."
"You know, a lot of times you make no sense, but I think I'm starting to get the hang of your 'prophetic' mode. Thanks a lot Prof!" He smiled and nodded, pleased that she had figured put the solution.
"Any time Celeria," He said as she rose to leave. "But don't call me Prof!" He hollered at her retreating back.
"OK, Proffy!" She yelled back. He groaned. That girl was so impossible!
The solution was so simple that of course she had overlooked it. She began rummaging around in the mass of papers, upsetting more glassware, until she found what she was looking for. The book was ancient by now; it's leather covering cracked and discolored. It was her journal that she had begun keeping shortly after Kakarot and the gang had discovered her. It had been a gift from Gohan. She leafed through it backward, past early experiments, her schooling, the journey here, until at last she found what she was looking for. An account, word-for-word, of what Vegeta had told of herself. It read as follows.
'Your amazingly high power level meant that you had to be a Saiyan or one of Freiza's followers. Your ability to sleep through us knocking down your door and carrying you all the way here is a trait only Kakarot possesses. The fact that you looked exactly like a Super Saiyan when you transformed meant that you had to be a Saiyan, and since the Super Saiyan gene usually runs in the family blood line, you would have to be a relative of the only Super Saiyan here; Kakarot. Not that I don't intend on becoming one. Bardock probably did not become one because the gene lays dormant for several generations. When I came to Earth with Nappa to get the Dragon Balls, I used a ball of light to help me transform. I told Kakarot that his father was an excellent scientist, and a brilliant strategist In fact, he was my Father's head scientist. I knew he
had more kids than Kakarot and Radditz; he also had a girl just a week older than Kakarot. I assumed she died when Freiza blew up the planet.'
There it was, exactly what Vegeta had told her. Had she been so stupid? So blind? This was obviously hasty logic on his part, and it was no wonder nothing fit. She also remembered what she had said after this. Something along the lines of 'I've got my memories back now.' That had been a lie. She had no memories, she just wanted the questions and bizarre explanations to stop. She had gone with Kakarot willingly enough, because for a while, the Saiyan lust for power dwelt within her, but it was then she discovered that her true path fell with Science. But during the training and the long journey to Amqui, periods of silence had fallen where her brain could simply relax. It was then that she remembered Vegita-sei. The sights, sounds, smells, she could picture them all clearly. But she never once saw her supposed father, nor did she see Kakarot. So, when she reached her destination and had settled in, after a long period of learning, and many odd experiments, she had finally run out of ideas of things to experiment on. Then she remembered her bloodline. And here she was now. And orphan again, knowing nothing about herself but her name, race, and power level.
'All that matters to an ordinary Saiyan,' She thought instinctively, but then quickly, quickly corrected herself out loud. "There are no 'ordinary' Saiyans anymore. Vegeta is as close as it comes, and he is not even after blood and power much from what I remember. Ordinary now for a Saiyan is settling down on Earth and taking a wife. Or husband in my case." She chuckled slightly at this thought of 'normality' among her once dominating race. But there was still a problem of who she was. She was most definitely not related to any living Saiyan. She didn't even know how she had survived Vegita-sei's destruction. Maybe... maybe it was finally time to go back to Earth.
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"But this idea was shot out of the sky when the planet's ruler, King Maurizio, contracted a terrible disease. This was especially horrible because he was the last of a long line of kind and philanthropic rulers. Without him, it is likely that the planet would still be able to function, but it would be vulnerable to its many enemies. I was called away from personal matters to help discover a solution for the king's predicament."
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The scene- A large meeting hall. The seats are arranged in descending rows to meet a podium that seems tiny from the upper-most aisle. This place is somewhat like an amphitheater. Celeria is seated in the first row with some alumni friends of the Academy of Science and Literature. She graduated with them years and years back. The entire room (it's rather large) is packed. Every last seat is filled with scientists of every kind from all over the planet. The King's own chancellor is the speaker today.
"Friends," He greeted them. "You all know the dire urgency of the King's condition, so you'll forgive me if I dispense with pleasantries. You were called here because you are the best scientists on the planet. I have a mission for you. Identify the King's disease, cause and cure. The instant you discover these things, report to the Royal Palace immediately. You all know what could happen if our King dies without a suitable heir." The advisor looked pale and grim. The King's condition had apparently worsened. "On your way out, you will receive identification cards proving your status in this operation so that if you do discover a cure, all you must do is show it to the guards at the gate and they shall let you through without hesitation. Along with the cards you will receive a sheet of paper listing the symptoms and a sample of the kings cells, DNA, and viral strains. Go now. Hasten your study. May Prospera be with you."
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"Who's Prospera?" Gohan interrupted. He received dirty looks from every one of the Z fighters, but Celeria didn't seem to mind explaining.
"Prospera was the founder of the planet. She is suspected to be a goddess, because ancient scripts and drawings describe her as having wings and coming down from the clouds in golden rays of light. She educated the early primitive people of Amqui and helped give them goals to work toward other than the base task of finding food. Some go so far as to say she gave them souls." She said. "Any other questions before I continue?" Gohan started, but stopped as the others glared death at him.
"No," He said meekly. Celeria continued.
OK, I would make this way longer, but I want to post. I haven't in a long time. Besides, these flashbacks are going to take way long. I know they don't quite tie in with her coming to Earth and messing with the Z senshi's heads yet, but they will. Trust me, I know what I'm doing... sorta... hehe ^.^ EEEE! My Gohan!!! Poor kid, soon the angst is gonna start. He just had to go and torture Cell... FUNi's actually getting better... shocking...well, until next time then, toodles!!
~mysticGohan33~
Disclaimer- I do not own DB/Z/GT. I am merely working with the tools their lovely creator provided me with. Don't sue.
A/N- We left off with Goten, Piccolo, Gohan, Trunks, Vegeta, and Goku taking off to find Sam to see if she was their anonymous villain. So continue on to the story...
Oh, one more thing. **** equals 'flash back' mode ^.^
Sam looked out the window of the dingy apartment building. They were coming. She could sense them. She sighed.
'I'd better get this over with.' She thought miserably. What she wouldn't do for a mission. This confrontation could end up being painful depending on how quickly she talked. Opening the window on the far side of the small room, she took off away from the city, making sure to raise her ki just enough to make it noticeable. When she was just above a pretty desolate field she landed and waited for the Z senshi to arrive. She didn't have long to wait. Goten landed first, having been first to spot the familiar ki, followed by Trunks, Gohan, Vegeta, Goku, and Piccolo. All were looking at her angrily, except Goten who seemed more confused. Now was the time to speak. But before she could get a word out Vegeta was in the first form of Super Saiyan and holding her up by the front of her shirt- a gray somewhat torn T-shirt.
"Who are you, what do you want, and WHAT RIGHT HAVE YOU TO PUT ME THROUGH WHAT YOU DID?!?" He yelled, shaking her violently at each of the last words. Sam was shocked into silence.
"Vegeta, I think-" Goku tried, but Vegeta wasn't paying attention. His pride had been hurt, and someone had to pay. He tossed the girl easily to the ground and she got to her feet again.
"You have three seconds to explain yourself." Vegeta said benevolently. Sam decided to talk quickly.
"I didn't want to do this to you, but I had to," She started, but Vegeta didn't want to listen. From what he did listen to in the allotted three seconds, it sounded like this girl was working for some higher power. All the more reason to kill her. He flew at her and she put up her hands to block whatever attack he might throw. Vegeta attacked head on. Sam's arms soon began to tire from the fierce barrage of punches.
'That's gonna bruise tomorrow,' She thought wretchedly. 'This is a losing battle. I've gotta get through to him.' She sprang away from him and took a fighting stance. Vegeta stood amused that this lower being was going to try to fight. Then, to his great surprise, she began powering up. Though the power was far less than that of any of the Z warriors, it was higher than any of them had really expected. Vegeta overcame this minor shock and attacked again. Sam blocked as well as she could, but unfortunately for her, this still wasn't very well. Time to take matters into her own hands. She disengaged from the one-sided battle again, shot into the air, and summoned all of her strength. It had been years since she'd done this, but she still remembered how. Concentrating all her energy and praying that Vegeta would give her enough time, she began powering up again. Her power climbed steadily and then, to the great confusion of the Z fighters, reached a familiar plateau with a burst of golden light and debris. When it cleared, Sam could be seen floating with blonde hair and blue eyes. Goten's face took on an even more confused look and Goku creased his forehead, trying to comprehend. Even Vegeta had to struggle to stop curiosity from taking over. He didn't like not knowing what was going on, and he didn't want to appear interested in this weak woman, so he continued to pummel her. Now Sam had a better chance because Vegeta did not deem it necessary to reach the next level to deal with likes of her. She still did not fare well however, especially since she was trying to speak to him between blows.
"Vegeta, stop this now! I'm not who you think!" She exclaimed, throwing all caution of secrecy to the winds. "I am not the one you need to be fighting now! Listen, or you're going to get killed!"
"By you? I don't think so." Vegeta delivered a direct blow to her stomach and then brought his folded hands down on her back causing Sam to hurtle at high speed into the Earth below, where she struggled to pry herself from the newly-made hole. But Vegeta was there and grabbed her arm, swinging her around in a wide arc and throwing her easily into the air. He went up to meet her as she struggled to stay aloft and the fight continued in the air for a while before Vegeta beat her back into the ground. Then, as she lay prone on the ground, drifting out of the Super-Saiyan look-alike state, Goku intervened.
"That's enough Vegeta. She's no threat anymore." Vegeta grumbled about weakness but complied, landing with his arms crossed behind the rest of the group, who had crowded around Sam to see if she was still conscious. If she was, they had a lot of questions. If she wasn't, they'd wait for her to wake up, then ask a lot of questions. As it turns out, she was not conscious, but she was changing. By that I mean her appearance was changing. Her face's shape seemed to morph and her features changed. If her eyes had been open, they would have seen that they were not green, but now hazel. She was no longer the titian-haired girl that Goten and Trunks knew, but now the brunette that Goku, Vegeta, and Gohan knew. Piccolo, however was very, very confused, and he said so, too.
"Someone please explain to me what's going on here!" He practically yelled Goten and Trunks shrugged. All they knew was that this was a strange girl from the city with an astonishingly low power level who apparently could hit a level identical to Super Saiyan.
Gohan decided to take the floor.
"You remember that story I told you a long time ago?" He asked Goten, Trunks, and Piccolo. "The one about a girl who we found in the woods who was a Saiyan?" Piccolo, Trunks and Goten nodded simultaneously. Gohan pointed to Sam. "That's her." Millions more questions popped into everybody's head, but as no one present could possibly be capable of answering them, they decided to tow Sam on back to Capsule Corp. to see if Bulma could bring her round.
"Goten, why don't you see Korin about some Senzu's. I have a feeling we may need them." Goku said. Goten looked at him oddly.
"OK, sure. But why?" he asked.
"It seems to me that every time a new person shows up on Earth we have a need for them." he replied. Goten nodded and took off for Korin Tower.
At Capsule Corp., It didn't take long for Sam to come to. When she did, she still had her brown hair and green eyes.
"Celeria," Gohan acknowledged. She nodded her head timidly. Vegeta was leaning against the far wall, trying to keep from losing his temper. Trunks wasn't too far from him, trying to fathom the endless questions that reeled in his mind. Goku looked entirely confused, as did Piccolo, though he tried to pass of the perplexed look as one of anger. The result was slightly twisted. "I think you know most of the questions on everyone's mind. Care explaining yourself?" Gohan said casually. He remembered well how easily Celeria was startled, but he had been just a boy then. She should be far older than he. Sam/Celeria swallowed hard and took a deep breath to begin her tale.
"Well, I guess it started with my decision to become a scientist instead of developing my fighting skills."
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The scene is outside of the Son house. There is a small Saiyan-like pod in the front yard. Celeria is standing in front of it With Goku and Gohan standing back.
"Now are you sure you don't want to learn anymore? There's so much we haven't covered." Goku said.
"I am a Super Saiyan, Goku. I will be able to take care of myself," She replied, sensing his motives. "Besides, you taught me the basics and that's all I need to know for now. If I ever need more, I'm sure I could learn." Goku nodded sullenly. He wasn't sure he wanted to say good-bye so quickly to his sister. Gohan didn't either.
"Come back sometime, Celeria." He requested. She smiled at the boy- her nephew.
"I'll be back. I promise." She said, kneeling to ruffle the boy's hair. Then she turned and hopped into the ship, taking off almost immediately.
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"After I had left, I decided to set my course for one of the highest scientific facilities the computer could find- Planet Amqui. Once there, I set myself up as a scientist and student, to learn from the greatest masters. In time, I became one of the most esteemed scholars on the planet. While learning, though, I still wondered about my past. Some pieces just didn't fit. How could I have possibly have been your sister, Goku? We would have been born within a few weeks of each other, and that is definitely not plausible." She continued. "I got to studying our genealogy."
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The scene- Celeria has been on the planet Amqui for many years, studying and becoming a scientist. She has distinguished herself as an important scientist with many discoveries credited to her. Conveniently, the years on Amqui are equal in length to that of Earth, so she has aged normally- at least, as normally as Sayings age.
Celeria bent over millions of papers strewn haphazardly among overturned phials and glasses. She was scribbling quickly, frequently checking calculations and measurements on an odd looking abacus-like device in front of her. Finally, she leaned back in her seat and sighed. This was not possible. Something was wrong. When she was satisfied she had exhausted every resource available to her, she decided to visit an old friend of hers.
"Celeria!" An old man greeted her happily as she walked into what looked like a large classroom. He had a long white beard and tiny spectacles- the very image of a wizened professor.
"Hello Kocheck. How are you?" She said in the planet's formal language.
"Ah, dispense with the formalities my dear. I can see question in your eyes. Come now, out with it." Kocheck replied casually, smiling at her all the while. She smiled back. He knew her too well.
"Well, there is a question. Now that I've got some free time on my hands, I've been studying...well, myself. My bloodline, I mean." She said, remembering how shocked the people of Amqui had been when they learned that she was of Saiyan blood, yet kind and gentle as any of them.
"Ah yes. Your interesting heritage. A Saiyan from Earth." He said, also remembering.
"But originally Vegita-sei, Kocheck. I can't forget that. But that's beside the point. You remember how I told you of my life on Earth and how I'd discovered a brother and nephew?" He nodded. "Well, I've been experimenting, studying, reasoning, and applying logic in every way shape and form, but there doesn't seem to be a connection between me and Kakarot."
"Your brother, correct?" Celeria nodded now. "You checked DNA? Repeating patterns? The cells? The very atoms?"
"Yes everything. No matches, no patterns, no outstanding gene similar, except the Super Saiyan gene." She said, sinking into a chair with an exasperated sigh. Kocheck looked slightly shocked. Celeria didn't like talking about her power. It made her uneasy because she still didn't have full control over it, and there were few beings on the planet more powerful than her. Truth be told, Kocheck believed that she was frightened by her own power, even though she knew very well that there were those abroad that were ten times stronger than she.
"Perhaps," He began, choosing his words carefully. Celeria was a strange girl. She didn't mind being reminded of her brother, or even Earth, but she was sensitive about returning. She had made a promise when she first left, years and years ago, to her nephew. She had not kept the promise, and was trying to forget it. "Perhaps you should go to the source." Celeria's head snapped up.
"How would going back to Earth help?" She demanded, her voice slightly higher than she had intended.
"Well, that is where you discovered who you are. Often times, we overlook the simplest solutions in our haste to discover the answer."
"You know, a lot of times you make no sense, but I think I'm starting to get the hang of your 'prophetic' mode. Thanks a lot Prof!" He smiled and nodded, pleased that she had figured put the solution.
"Any time Celeria," He said as she rose to leave. "But don't call me Prof!" He hollered at her retreating back.
"OK, Proffy!" She yelled back. He groaned. That girl was so impossible!
The solution was so simple that of course she had overlooked it. She began rummaging around in the mass of papers, upsetting more glassware, until she found what she was looking for. The book was ancient by now; it's leather covering cracked and discolored. It was her journal that she had begun keeping shortly after Kakarot and the gang had discovered her. It had been a gift from Gohan. She leafed through it backward, past early experiments, her schooling, the journey here, until at last she found what she was looking for. An account, word-for-word, of what Vegeta had told of herself. It read as follows.
'Your amazingly high power level meant that you had to be a Saiyan or one of Freiza's followers. Your ability to sleep through us knocking down your door and carrying you all the way here is a trait only Kakarot possesses. The fact that you looked exactly like a Super Saiyan when you transformed meant that you had to be a Saiyan, and since the Super Saiyan gene usually runs in the family blood line, you would have to be a relative of the only Super Saiyan here; Kakarot. Not that I don't intend on becoming one. Bardock probably did not become one because the gene lays dormant for several generations. When I came to Earth with Nappa to get the Dragon Balls, I used a ball of light to help me transform. I told Kakarot that his father was an excellent scientist, and a brilliant strategist In fact, he was my Father's head scientist. I knew he
had more kids than Kakarot and Radditz; he also had a girl just a week older than Kakarot. I assumed she died when Freiza blew up the planet.'
There it was, exactly what Vegeta had told her. Had she been so stupid? So blind? This was obviously hasty logic on his part, and it was no wonder nothing fit. She also remembered what she had said after this. Something along the lines of 'I've got my memories back now.' That had been a lie. She had no memories, she just wanted the questions and bizarre explanations to stop. She had gone with Kakarot willingly enough, because for a while, the Saiyan lust for power dwelt within her, but it was then she discovered that her true path fell with Science. But during the training and the long journey to Amqui, periods of silence had fallen where her brain could simply relax. It was then that she remembered Vegita-sei. The sights, sounds, smells, she could picture them all clearly. But she never once saw her supposed father, nor did she see Kakarot. So, when she reached her destination and had settled in, after a long period of learning, and many odd experiments, she had finally run out of ideas of things to experiment on. Then she remembered her bloodline. And here she was now. And orphan again, knowing nothing about herself but her name, race, and power level.
'All that matters to an ordinary Saiyan,' She thought instinctively, but then quickly, quickly corrected herself out loud. "There are no 'ordinary' Saiyans anymore. Vegeta is as close as it comes, and he is not even after blood and power much from what I remember. Ordinary now for a Saiyan is settling down on Earth and taking a wife. Or husband in my case." She chuckled slightly at this thought of 'normality' among her once dominating race. But there was still a problem of who she was. She was most definitely not related to any living Saiyan. She didn't even know how she had survived Vegita-sei's destruction. Maybe... maybe it was finally time to go back to Earth.
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"But this idea was shot out of the sky when the planet's ruler, King Maurizio, contracted a terrible disease. This was especially horrible because he was the last of a long line of kind and philanthropic rulers. Without him, it is likely that the planet would still be able to function, but it would be vulnerable to its many enemies. I was called away from personal matters to help discover a solution for the king's predicament."
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The scene- A large meeting hall. The seats are arranged in descending rows to meet a podium that seems tiny from the upper-most aisle. This place is somewhat like an amphitheater. Celeria is seated in the first row with some alumni friends of the Academy of Science and Literature. She graduated with them years and years back. The entire room (it's rather large) is packed. Every last seat is filled with scientists of every kind from all over the planet. The King's own chancellor is the speaker today.
"Friends," He greeted them. "You all know the dire urgency of the King's condition, so you'll forgive me if I dispense with pleasantries. You were called here because you are the best scientists on the planet. I have a mission for you. Identify the King's disease, cause and cure. The instant you discover these things, report to the Royal Palace immediately. You all know what could happen if our King dies without a suitable heir." The advisor looked pale and grim. The King's condition had apparently worsened. "On your way out, you will receive identification cards proving your status in this operation so that if you do discover a cure, all you must do is show it to the guards at the gate and they shall let you through without hesitation. Along with the cards you will receive a sheet of paper listing the symptoms and a sample of the kings cells, DNA, and viral strains. Go now. Hasten your study. May Prospera be with you."
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"Who's Prospera?" Gohan interrupted. He received dirty looks from every one of the Z fighters, but Celeria didn't seem to mind explaining.
"Prospera was the founder of the planet. She is suspected to be a goddess, because ancient scripts and drawings describe her as having wings and coming down from the clouds in golden rays of light. She educated the early primitive people of Amqui and helped give them goals to work toward other than the base task of finding food. Some go so far as to say she gave them souls." She said. "Any other questions before I continue?" Gohan started, but stopped as the others glared death at him.
"No," He said meekly. Celeria continued.
OK, I would make this way longer, but I want to post. I haven't in a long time. Besides, these flashbacks are going to take way long. I know they don't quite tie in with her coming to Earth and messing with the Z senshi's heads yet, but they will. Trust me, I know what I'm doing... sorta... hehe ^.^ EEEE! My Gohan!!! Poor kid, soon the angst is gonna start. He just had to go and torture Cell... FUNi's actually getting better... shocking...well, until next time then, toodles!!
~mysticGohan33~