Disclaimer: The characters
within belong to the ever-blessed Toriyama
Akira, and lots of companies
that I prefer not to name. The characters I
dream and give life are
mine.
Timeline: This little dream
of mine takes place after the end of
DBZ--but I am disregarding
DB-GT. I do not care for that plot-line, so I
will not use it.
Writer's prerogative, ne?
Yosei--Chapter Four
Inside, Bulma took a seat in front of a wall
of television screens. She
quickly pushed a few buttons . "Trunks
said the last time he looked in on
the pod was at midnight, ne? So let's
go from there."
Almost all of the screens turned off,
leaving one large monitor lit.
The image shown was dim--only the pulsing
light from the pod gave the
room illumination.
They watched it for a few minutes,
but nothing happened. "Onna,
this is boring," Vejiita grumbled,
a dark scowl crossing his face.
She sighed and nodded. "Hai,
I'll fast forward it a bit." She
pressed a button, and the blinking light
increased its speed.
She stopped it and played the recorded
image once again. It was
obvious that the light was flashing at a
higher pace, and with an increased
intensity. Both leaned close and watched
the screen intently.
"It's cracking."
Bulma paused the screen, freezing the
image. "Where? How can
you tell?"
"Right there. Down the middle."
Vejiita traced a finger down the
center of the pod.
"Hmm. Let me play it again."
The image became brighter as the crack
grew larger and more
defined. They watched in silence as
the pod split open, as if opening along
a seam.
Both blinked a few times as a searing
light flooded the room,
blinding them and the camera. "Dende!
What in the hell is that thing?"
Bulma swore, rubbing her eyes to remove
the spots.
When she could see again, the screen
was completely dark. Fiddling
with a few knobs lightened the monitor,
but not by much. "Did you see
anything?"
He grunted, eyes riveted to the screen.
"Light. I saw light. But
nothing emerged from the..." He trailed
off, and his finger trailed the
pod's length. "Look."
Within the darkness of the lab, something moved.
Bulma held her breath as she watched
the shadowy figure emerge
from the two halves of the pod. The
lack of light didn't give the mated
pair much opportunity to see many details
of the emerged creature, but it
was definitely humanoid. Two legs,
two arms, head, torso--all the normal
body parts.
Vejiita let out a grunt. "Male."
Bulma glanced over at him. "Nani? How can you tell?"
"Flat chest," he pointed at the screen. "Male."
Her eyes widened slightly. "Oh
my, he is male isn't he? Bra was
right." Vejiita just grunted.
They watched carefully as the male
humanoid creature stumbled
around the room, clearly disoriented.
Bulma sucked in a breath when he
ran into a tray of tools and fell over on
top of it.
The male staggered into a standing
position once again, frozen in
place. He bent forward, his attention
on his leg. With a jerk, he threw his
head back, arched his back, and disappeared.
The two observers were silent for a
full minute in shock. Then
Bulma came to her senses and sputtered out,
"Nani? Where in the hell did
he go?" She reached forward and rewound
the tape. "I'll put it in slow
motion."
Vejiita and Bulma both stared as they
watched the creature
stumble, and get back up. Bulma sucked
in a breath when she realized
what he bent over for. "Look, Vejiita."
She pointed at the creature's leg.
"He hurt himself." They both watched
as the creature yanked something
out of his thigh, and then throwing it away
as if it burned his hand. He
then stood up, arched his back and slowly
disappeared. Again.
She sat back, eyebrows furrowed in
concentration. "Did he
teleport? Like Goku-kun's Shinkan
Idou?"
Vejiita shook his head. "Iie.
This was magic." He stared at the
screen. "Rewind it again."
She did so, and as they watched it
again, Vejiita hit the pause
button. "Look. What do you see?"
He pointed to the area behind his back.
She stared hard at the frozen image
of the humanoid male arching
his back. "Air--there's nothing behind
him." She glanced at her husband.
"Why? What do you see?"
"Wings." He grunted. "He
has wings. They flickered slightly
before he disappeared."
Bulma stared at the monitor again as
she hit play. She shook her
head as she watched the male disappear once
more. "Gomen. I saw
nothing." She leaned back in her chair
and let out a frustrated breath.
"But what is he? And where did he
go?" A thought came to her and she
stood, her back ramrod straight. "Wings?
He had wings?" Vejiita nodded,
scowling. "Oh, Dende, where's Bra?"
She bolted out of the room, leaving
Vejiita alone in the security room.
He rewound the tape once more and watched
it carefully. This
time, when the humanoid male disappeared,
a definite sparkle was seen as
he slowly disintegrated from view.
"Definitely magic."
~~Somewhere inside Capsule Corp~~
Pain.
Alone.
Iron.
Alone.
Humans.
Alone.
Why am I awake?
He closed his eyes, as he sat huddled
in a storage closet, his hand
clutched at his leg where blood leaked slowly
through his fingers. The
wound made by the iron object was beginning
to close up, but he was still
very weak, and unable to lend any healing
magicks to help the process
along. If only I had my pouch...
He opened his eyes, blinking a few
times to adjust to the darkness
of the room he hid in. Dark green
orbs the color of summer leaves
surveyed his surroundings. He spied
a cloth of some sort and reached for
it with his free hand. He brought
it close, and sniffed at it, but only
detected dust--no harmful magicks present.
He slowly removed his
bloodied hand and tied the cloth around
his wound, letting it soak up the
remaining blood.
He sat there in the dark room, gathering
his wits about him.
Where am I? The last thing
he remembered before he woke up in that
cold human room was...well...going to sleep.
Being sealed in the protective
casing.
With the others.
Where are the others? The male
concentrated, trying to sense the
surrounding area for familiar magicks.
But all he got was a headfull of
pain. Cursed metal. It's everywhere.
He was unable to penetrate the iron
casing of the building he found himself
in when he woke up. But he was
also weak from being in statsis for so long.
He barely managed to pull off
the teleporting spell earlier.
Alone.
Not one brother. Or sister. Or kin.
No one.
If he was alone, then were the others?
If he remembered right,
there were almost thirty brothers and sisters
with him in the saferoom
when they went into voluntary statsis.
But this wasn't the saferoom--this
metal-lined, human-crowded building was
not where he went to sleep.
His head jerked up when he heard voices
outside the room he hid
within. He shrank farther into the
corner, trying to be as inconspicuous as
possible. The door handle turned slightly,
but was released as the voices
moved on, and the area became silent once
again.
He let out a gust of air, not realizing
he held it in the first place.
Got to get away. Must find the
others. He ran his hands over his face,
trying to think why he was here. This
wasn't the saferoom. That was
obvious.
But why am I awake?
Was it time to wake up? Had it actually
been that long? The magicks in the
room were to have woken us up when it
was time...when it was safe to come out.
But it was obvious that it was not
safe. There were too many humans still
around. And the wound in his leg
was testament to the fact that iron was
still abundant.
I'll find no answers just sitting
here. He stood and moved to leave,
but stumbled, for his injured leg still
throbbed painfully. Slowly he opened
the door and peeked outside. No one
was in the corridor. Silently he
closed the door behind him and moved through
the halls, keeping to the
shadows.
He moved as quickly as possible, trying
to find a way out of this
human-made death trap. As he roamed
through the twisted corridors, he
recognized his own energies, when he was
in the building earlier, when he
first woke up. He paused in
front of a door; his presence was
concentrated here--and he had used magicks.
He opened it slowly,
checking to see if anyone was within.
When the coast was clear, he stole
inside.
He glanced around, recognizing the
decor. This was where he had
appeared when he used his teleporting spell.
He moved into the adjoining
room and glanced at the neatly made bed.
This is her sleeping quarters.
The child that he encountered. He
smelled the air, noting the scent of the
small female child permeated the room, along
with three other smells--one
human adult female, more than likely the
child's mother; and two
males--but they weren't human. One
of the male's scents was strong--very
strong, and very alien to his nose.
He was here recently. The other male
had a slight scent of human--like the female
child's, but also had the scent
of the unidentified male.
He touched the material of the bed
and smiled slightly. He has
tried to search for others but had entered
the child's dreams by mistake.
She was a cute little thing--purple hair
up in a tail on top of her head,
bright blue eyes that took in every detail
of her surroundings. She
seemed surprised to see him when he approached
her, but was willing
enough to let him use her as a conduit to
reach his kin. But he was
surprised once again when he saw the end
result--she had a long, brown,
furry tail.
None of the children that he had played
with in their dreams had a
tail. But she didn't seemed surprised
about it. She even looked excited to
see it--as if she had lost it some time
ago, and was happy to have it back.
But it was of no consequence. They
had romped and played with the
others they had found in her dreamscape.
He had asked the others if
they knew of his kin's whereabouts--if they
had known of their awakening,
but he found no answers. They
didn't even know of his and his kin's
stasis.
But he had no time to think on that
now. Right now he needed some
real answers. But the problem was,
where was he going to find them?
Maybe he needed to start at the beginning--where
it all began. The room
that held his stasis cocoon. There
might be some clue to his awakening
there. And maybe--just maybe some
idea of where his other kin could be.
And his mate.
He let out a large sigh and left the
little female's quarters to steal
down the halls again. Searching for
some solid answers.
*************
Bulma ran through the halls, eyes wide
with fright for her child.
Her head whipped back and forth as she passed
open doors. "Oh,
Dende--Bra--you were talking about him the
entire time weren't you? And
we weren't listening. I just hope
that you're all right..."
She burst through the dining room doors. "Bra? Bra? Daijobou?"
The purple-haired Saiya-jiin female
glanced up from her food.
"Mama?"
Bulma let out a shuddering breath and
collapsed on the floor next
to her chair. She pulled Bra into
her embrace and hugged her hard to her
chest. "Thank Kami."
Bra blinked a few times, and wormed
her way out of her mother's
clutches. "I was eating, Mama!"
"And you know better than to interrupt
a Saiya-jiin at meal time,
Onna." Vejiita entered the kitchen,
seating himself back down at the
table. He glanced down at his plate
and frowned. "You ate my meat, gaki."
Bra blinked innocently at her father.
"But I didn't know if you were
coming back."
"Hn." He gave her a long stare
and grabbed a chunk off her own
and resumed eating his meal.
Bulma sighed and took a sip of now
cold coffee, wincing at the
taste. "B-chan, can you tell us more
about your dream?"
"The one I had last night?"
"Hai. The one in the forest, ne?"
Bra nodded enthusiastically.
"It was night-time, and I was walking
through a forest. It reminded me of
the forest by Goten-niichan and
Pan-chan's house. I wasn't scared
or anything," she clarified quickly,
giving her father a quick glance.
He just snorted and continued eating.
"Of course not, B-chan," Bulma
assured her. "So you were walking
through the woods..."
She nodded. "I was walking through
the woods and I heard
someone laugh behind me..."
~~Bra's Dream Sequence~~
Bra blinked a few times and glanced
around at the forest that
surrounded her. Large, leafy trees
blocked out most of the moon's light,
making the shadows seem large and deep.
She swallowed hard and
continued down the path that she seemed
to be following. But as she got
deeper and deeper into the forest, the lighter
it became, giving her more
and more confidence as she traveled down
the dirt road she walked upon.
Soon, she forgot about her worries and started
to hum a nonsensical song,
and skipping down the path.
She stopped in front of a patch of
small blue flowers. "Mama would
like these!" She helped herself to
a handful, clutching them close as she
smelled the calming scent they gave off.
She continued down the path,
skipping merrily along.
Soon, the path widened and opened up
to a rather large clearing,
where, in the center of a bare patch, rested
a large statue of a man. This
man was staring out into the horizon, one
hand reaching out, as the other
clutched at the long flowing cape that seemed
to ripple behind him in a
still breeze. Bra walked around the
statue, examining it intently. There
were spots that seemed to be falling apart,
for it was not a new statue--it
had been there for awhile.
She sat down on the stone foot of the
statue, sitting upon the large
boots, so she would not get her green short-set
dirty. She smelled the
flowers in her hand again, and gave a little
sigh. "What a boring forest! I
didn't even see any animals!"
A deep chuckle sounded behind her.
"And what would you like to
happen, little mortal?"
Bra jumped, startled. She stood
quickly and turned around fast,
crouching slightly. "Who's there?
Show yourself!"
The laughter came from the other side
of the statue again, and Bra
ran around to intercept it.
"Do you really want to see me, little mortal?"
"Don't make me mad!" She growled
under her breath, eyes darting
around trying to find the origin of the
unknown voice.
"And why would I want to make such
a brave little girl mad?" Bra
leaned back, and looked up, letting out
a yip in surprise. There, perched on
top of the statue's head, was a man.
Bra studied him closely. He seemed
rather large, much bigger than
she. He was rather muscular, but not
as thick as her Papa or brother.
More lean than bulky. The outfit he
wore consisted of a dark green tunic
and earth-brown britches that came just
past his knees. Soft fur covered
his feet. As she watched him stare
back at her, dancing emerald-green
eyes peeked out from behind a shaggy dark-brown
mane of hair. The most
interesting thing about him, though, were
the finely tapered ears that
came to a soft point. She hadn't seen
ears like that on a human, only on...
Bra blinked a few times. "Who
are you? How'd you get up there?
You weren't there before!"
The man nodded, a smile making the
corners of his eyes crinkle.
"My, you are an inquisitive one. But
you're right. I wasn't here before. But
I am now." His smile got bigger as
he leaned forward slightly, and rested
his chin on his palm. "And what are
you doing down there? How'd you get
into this forest?"
She shrugged her small shoulders.
"I don't know. I think I'm
dreaming right now, so that makes it okay
for me to be here." She
frowned slightly. "But if this is
my dream, then how did you get in it?"
He nodded, thinking. That
would make sense. I must have brought
you in here with me when I tried contacting
the others. He raised his
voice slightly. "You're a very smart
little girl. Not many realize when they
are dreaming, and when they are awake.
So, tell me, little dreamer, what's
your name?"
Bra shook her head. "My Papa
says never talk to strangers by
yourself. Only if he or Mama or Trunks-oniichan
or Goten-oniichan or
Gohan-san or Videl-san or Ojiichan or Obabachan
or..."
The strange man waved his hands wildly.
"Oi! I get the picture!
Yeesh." He stood up and stretched,
arching his back and throwing his
arms into the air. "Wow, it feels
like I've been sleeping in a ball for eons!"
He jumped up and down a few times, all the
while keeping perfect balance
on the statue's head. "Look out below,"
he called out.
Bra gave him some jumping room and
watched wide-eyed as a set of
large wings sprang from his back.
The two wings were styled after a
butterfly; blue with yellow dots and black
trim. One yellow dot on each
wing seemed to look like a big eye staring
at you. He flapped them
experimentally, and with a small leap, circled
around the statue and
eventually setting down in front of the
astonished Bra. He gave his back a
shake, and with a puff of dust, the wings
disappeared. "I guess I must
introduce myself first, then." He
bowed low, sweeping an arm out in a
grand fashion. "My name, little dreamer,
is Gallifrey." He stood back up
and handed her a cluster of pink roses.
The female Saiya-jiin grinned wide
and accepted the flowers,
adding them to her bouquet of bluebells.
"Konban wa, Gallifrey-san.
Watashi wa Briefs Bura Vejiita, desu."
She bowed as best as possible,
making allowance for her handful of flowers.
"But everyone calls me Bra,
or B-chan." She extended her free
hand in friendship.
Gallifrey knelt down so he was eye
level with her, shaking her hand
warmly. "It's good to meet you, Briefs
Bura Vejiita." He eyed her
critically. "Japanese, ne?"
She nodded. "So, can you talk to me now,
musouka?"
She raised an eyebrow and gave him
a good once-over. "Well, I
guess. But first you have to explain
to me why you have wings--and why
your ears look like Piccolo-san's."
Her eyes widened. "Are you from
Nameksei? But your skin's not green,
and you have no atennae.." She
backed up a pace warily.
He shrugged his shoulders. "I
know not of a Piccolo-san, or of a
place called Nameksei. So I'd have
to say no to that. Some of my kin do
have a green tint to their skin, but I do
not. But," he smirked and arched
his back and his wings sprouted once again,
"I was born with wings and
tapered ears. My kind are called Elven."
He flapped the wings several
times, and a sparkly glitter fell through
the air behind him.
"Sugoi!" Bra breathed, her blue
eyes riveted to the colorful
membranes. She reached forward, but
jerked her hand back quickly. "Can
I touch them?"
"Can you be gentle?" His eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Hai, Gallifrey-san," Bra nodded
seriously. He nodded and turned
around. Bra gently reached out and
brushed her fingers across the
delicate membranes. "They're so soft--like
velvet."
Gallifrey squirmed slightly. "They're also very ticklish."
Bra giggled and glanced at her fingers,
which were covered in the
same glitter she saw earlier. "What's
this, Gallifrey-san?"
He turned around and she held out her
fingers for inspection. He
took ahold of her wrists and stared hard
at her appendages, turning them
around and bringing them close so he could
smell them. He glanced up at
her with a serious expression. "They
look like fingers to me."
Bra giggled again. "You're silly,
Gallifrey-san." She wiggled her
fingers. "I meant on them!"
"Ah!" he smiled at her. "That is Elven magick."
"Magic?" her eyes were wide with curiosity. "Honto?"
He nodded, releasing her hands.
"Yes, magick. The Elven are
magically inclined creatures, musouka."
"But Mama said that magic wasn't real.
That it is all was ill...ill..." her
face scrunched up, trying to think of the
right word. "Elusive?"
Gallifrey let out a large roar of laughter,
throwing his head back in
mirth. "No, little dreamer, not elusive,
although magicks are usually rather
elusive to adults." He smiled at her
confusion. "Your mama probably meant
illusions, or tricks of the eyes and mind."
He stepped back slightly, and
cocked his head to the side. "Would
you like to see an example of my
magick, musouka?"
She nodded excitedly. "Oh, yes! That would be wonderful!"
He rubbed his hands together. "Now,
what could I do? I
could...create a rain shower?" Bra
scrunched her face up and shook her
head rather hard. "No? I guess
that would be rather unnecessary. And
rather wet. I could.." he glanced
around and spied the clutch of flowers in
her hand. "I could change the colors
of the flowers in your hand?" Bra
blinked at him. "No? Well!"
He threw his hands up into the air. "Then I'll
guess I have to go all out!"
Gallifrey closed his eyes, placed a
hand on Bra's head, and started
to chant:
"Little dreamer, in clothes of
green
This is how you are seen.
But be seen no more in human guise--
For now you are Elven-wise!"
Bra had closed her eyes when she
felt a soft tingling sensation
spread from where Gallifrey's hand rested
on her head to the tips of her
toes.
"Open your eyes, musouka. Now
do you believe my magicks are
illusion?"
When she opened her eyes, she was completely
baffled. "What did
you do, Gallifrey-san? It tingled
a little bit, but then it stopped." She
turned her expressive blue eyes up to him
in question.
She blinked again. The Elven
wasn't as tall as he used to be. "Did
you shrink yourself?"
He chuckled and shook his head.
"No, nothing happened to me, little
dreamer. Or should I say big dreamer?"
He waved a hand in front of her
and a large hand mirror hung in the air.
But when she looked into it, she did
not see the six-year old
Saiya-jiin halfling. What she saw
was her mother. Or early pictures of
her mother. Long, willowy legs gave
rise to a tiny waist and--a chest. Bra
snatched the mirror up, pulling it closer
for a better inspection. Full lips
were parted in shock, as crystalline blue
eyes were wide in surprise. "I
look like Mama..." Her fingers ran
over her newly grown features, and
found to her surprise slim, tapered ears.
"What did you do to me,
Gallifrey-san?"
The Elven had a gentle smile on his
face. "I lent you some of my
magick, dreamer. This is what you
would look like if you were of Elven kin.
Your mother is a beautiful woman.
And to be honest," he sighed softly,
"you are a beautiful fae, Briefs Bura Vejiita."
Bra blinked a few times and blushed
at the compliment. "Arigatou,
Gallifrey-san." She handed him back
the mirror, which disappeared the
second it left her fingers. "But what
is...fae?" Her blue orbs stared deep
into green gems.
"Fae is another name for my kin--sort
of a generalized term. Like
Humans. There are many types of fae--and
of all different shapes, sizes,
and colors." Bra nodded, understanding.
"You also have a word in your
language--Yosei, I believe."
Bra nodded again. "I thought
so." She glanced down, smiling at the
change of clothes. Her once green
short set was now a long, flowing dress,
a light green on the outside, but the inner
folds of the skirt were a
lavender that matched the shade of her hair.
She moved around, twirling
the flowy material around her legs, but
stopped suddenly, whipping her
head around. "I have wings!"
She craned her head, trying to get a better
look at them. "Kawaii!" They
were fairly large, butterfly-type, colored
purple with green splotches. She waved
them back and forth with a laugh.
Bra turned back around and glanced
at her new friend. "This is
fun!" But her cheerful and exuberant
nature dulled slightly when she saw
the look of shock on Gallifrey's features.
"Nani? Is something wrong,
Gallifrey-san?"
"Well," he blinked and moved behind her. "I've just never seen..."
She let out a yip. "Ite!
Don't pull!" She glared over her shoulder,
doing her father proud. "Do you want
me to pull on your tail?"
Tail.
Bra smirked and pulled the newly grown
brown-furred appendage
out of his limp grasp. "Yatta!
My tail grew back!"
Gallifrey glanced at her, surprised
at her reaction. "I didn't mean
to give you a tail, Bra. Although
I have the faintest idea why you have one,
since Elven don't have tails." He
furrowed his eyebrows, thinking hard.
Bra laughed and shook her head.
"That's okay! I'm supposed to
have one, but Papa and Mama removed it when
I was born, so I don't go
Oozaru." She swished it back and forth,
a pleased beam radiating from
her face. "I always wanted to have
a tail."
"You're supposed to have it?"
She nodded and let it curl around her
waist. "But humans don't have tails..."
he trailed off, confused. Have
they evolved that much since I've been
sleeping?
"But Saiya-jiin do." She pointed out.
Gallifrey glanced up at the unfamiliar word. "Saiyan?"
She shook her head. "Sigh-yah-zgen."
She smirked. "Papa gets
mad when it's pronounced wrong."
The Elven blinked a few times.
"Well, if you know where it came
from, then that's okay with me. So,"
he let out a large gust of air and
gave her a grin. "would you like to
come with me and meet some of my kin?
That's where I was headed before you popped
into my forest."
Bra threw him a glare. "Your
forest? I thought this was *my
dream.*"
"Well, it is," a small sweatdrop
slid down his temple. "But the
presence of my magicks has drawn your dream-state
into my reality, when
I was searching for my kin."
Bra blinked a few times. "Nandemo."
She set her shoulders. "So,
where are they? What are they like?"
A big smile drew across the Elven's
face as he held out a hand,
which she grasped. "Well, little dreamer,
my brethren are wonderful.
There is almost always something to do,
or something going on. And where
we're going there should be many of my kin."
He fluttered his wings, Bra
mimicking him, and the two lifted up in
the air. "We are going to a dance."
"Dance?"
He nodded. "Tonight marks the
first night of a Solstice party. So
everyone's celebrating."
They flew through the skies for a bit,
talking amicably and getting
to know each other better. The came
up to a large clearing where a crowd
of assorted creatures were dancing, playing
instruments, talking and
laughing up a storm.
They touched down, and moved into the
clearing, where they were
greeted immediately by a small female, wearing
a sift of light blue gauze.
She had a large shock of flower-adorned
navy-blue hair that curled around
paper-thin dragonfly wings. "Welcome!
Come join in the Solstice
festivities!"
Gallifrey bowed in greeting.
"That's very kind and generous of you.
We were just passing through and would love
to join in the celebration."
The female smiled back. "We always
welcome a new face. I'm
Cetrine."
"You're a most gracious host, Cetrine.
I am Gallifrey, and my lovely
friend here is Bra." The female in
question nodded and smiled.
Cetrine glanced at Gallifrey. "She is mortal, is she not?"
He nodded. "Yes, she is, but
by my mistake she wandered into the
forest. So I am looking after her
until moonset."
The blue fae smiled and nodded to Bra.
"Welcome Bra-child. Your
presence shall make the evening even brighter.
Come, join in the dance." She lead
them into the thick of the circle.
Bra pulled on Gallifrey's sleeve self-consciously.
"Am I not
supposed to be here? But I thought
this was my dream."
He patted her hand reassuringly.
"Do not worry, little dreamer.
You are dreaming, yes, but this is a different
reality, not accessible by
normal humans. You are here by my
magick, although I yet know how you
entered this world." He smiled at
her confusion. "And yes, you are
welcome here. Go on, join in the dance."
She glanced at him one more time and
made shooing gestures.
"Have fun while you are here, musouka.
Not many mortals get a chance to
join in a fae circle."
Soon, after Cetrine introduced her
to some others, the party
moved into full swing. Brea fit in
perfectly, looking every part a natural
fae, dancing, laughing and twirling the
night away. Sometimes in a large
group, and other times just content to watch
the others weave intricate
patterns around each other. Gallifrey
would join in every once in a while,
usually at the insistence of Bra, but mainly
he stayed to the side, talking
with the other fae.
After a particularly fast dance with
a creature that was part man,
part goat, Bra collapsed next to Gallifrey,
who was sitting by himself on a
large flat rock on the boundaries of the
circle. "Are you having fun, little
dreamer?"
She nodded happily. "Hai, very
much so. Your brethren have been
really nice and kind." She let out
a gust of air. "And they know how to
dance! I don't think I've ever danced
this much, ever!"
"Yes, that they do," he chuckled.
"One thing that each fae knows
how to do is have fun. Although some
have different ideas on how to have
fun." His smile diminished slightly,
and turned sad. "The night is waning,
musouka."
She nodded, letting a small sigh escape.
"It's time for me to wake
up, ne?" She turned to him, her blue
eyes questioning. "Will I remember
this night, Gallifrey-san?" She paused.
"Will I remember you?"
Gallifrey ran a hand through her thick
purple locks, tucking a strand
behind her tapered ear. "Do you want
to remember, Briefs Bura Vejiita?"
She nodded, smiling. "Hai!
I had a lot of fun tonight. And why
would I want to forget a friend?"
His smile turned happy once again.
"And so you will not, little
dreamer." He pulled her down into
his lap, her head rested on a muscled
thigh. His fingers trailed though
her long hair gently. "Now, close your
eyes, dreamer, and when you open them once
more, you will be back in your
own existence."
She sighed, enjoying his touch.
"I'm glad I got to meet you,
Gallifrey-san. I hope to see you again,
someday."
"I hope to see you again, as well,
little dreamer. Now, sleep." And
with a wide yawn, Bra closed her eyes and
fell asleep in the Elven's lap.
Cetrine quietly came up alongside Gallifrey.
"We wore the little
mortal out?" She smiled at the sleeping
girl.
"Hmm. Slightly." Gallifrey
smirked. He rested his hand on Bra's
forehead and closed his eyes.
"Little dreamer sleeping sound
Into dreamland you are bound.
For when you awake and stir
This night will not be a blur."
A soft glow started to surround the Saiya-jiin-Yosei.
"But now the night is at an end
And the sun is round the bend
When you wake up in the morn,
Be once again in mortal form."
"And then I woke up in my bed,
normal Bra-size, and came down to
breakfast." Bra finished with a loud
sigh. She glanced at her parents, who
were staring at her intently.
"That was some dream, B-chan,"
Bulma finally muttered, running a
hand through her hair. "What did you
think, Vejiita?"
Throughout her entire tale, Vejiita
was trying to picture the events
she was saying. He stood and moved
over to Bra. "Stand up, gaki." He
patted the chair.
Bra frowned, but did as she was told.
"Hai, Papa." She stood on her
chair and faced him. "What now?"
He leaned close to her, and sniffed.
"You smell of Magic, Bra." He
glanced at Bulma. "She is telling
the truth." Vejiita opened his arms and
she jumped into his embrace. "The
Yosei was named what?"
"Gallifrey. I wish he was really
here, Papa." She leaned her head on
his shoulder. "I miss him."
He just grunted. "Hmm.
That wish may come true sooner than
you..." He grabbed Bra's waist and
stood her up on the chair once more.
"Show it to me."
"What are you talking about, Papa?"
He crossed his arms. "Now."
Bulma frowned. "What are you
talking about, Vejiita? Show
what...oh my!" As Bulma was talking,
Bra revealed her secret.
A brown furry tail waved slowly back
and forth from underneath
her red skirt.
Bra turned pleading eyes to her mother.
"Don't cut it off, Mama! I
want to keep it! Onegai!"
"Bra-chan, we just got the moon back."
She let out a shuddering
sigh. "What if you go Oozaru?"
Vejiita grunted. "It won't be
removed, Bra, so stop your whining."
Bulma was about to protest, but was cut
off with a glare. "If she goes
Oozaru, there are enough people to control
her, or if need be, cut the tail
off." He gave his estatic daughter
a meaningful glance. "Understand?"
She jumped into his arms again, wrapping
her small arms around his
neck. "Arigatou, Papa!! Aishiteru!"
She pecked him on the cheek.
Bulma sighed. "Fine. I
see I can't win on this one." She moved
closer, and stroked the furry appendage
softly. Bra sighed and closed her
eyes, leaning her head against her father's
shoulder, falling asleep quickly.
"Now I see why you said something about
keeping their tails while
they were infants." Bulma smirked.
"That trick would have been very
useful at three a.m."
"Che." He shifted Bra in his
arms, the newly acquired tail wrapping
around his wrist automatically. He
stared at it for a moment before
sighing loudly.
Bulma nodded to him, and they went
to lie her down in her room
again. "So she was telling the truth?"
Vejiita set the sleeping Bra down in
her bed, pulling the covers over
her. "Hn. She was. It
was too vivid to be a dream. And her tail makes it
fact."
"Do you think that the creature in
the pod is this Yosei?" Bulma sat
on the edge of the bed.
"More than likely. Bra described
him with wings, and it is more than
coincidence that the pod creature had them
as well." He glanced around
the room, his sharp nose scrunched up.
"Someone was in here recently."
"Nani? Who?"
He set his eyes on Bra, who was curled
into a ball under the covers.
"Him. That Yosei, Gallivant or whatever
his name was. Her
dream-creature. The scent is the same
Magic as on Bra."
Bulma glanced around quickly.
"He was? Where'd he go?" She
stared hard at Vejiita. "Can't you
use your ki senses or whatever to find
him?" An arm snaked around her chest.
"I don't like the idea of some
magical dream creatures just wandering around
here."
"There are too many pathetic human
ki mulling around the building
to distinguish it." He grunted and
turned out the door. "I will make a
round of the buildings. But then I'm
training." His gaze flashed to Bra.
"Send her out to the gravity chamber when
she wakes up."
Bulma nodded and turned her gaze back
to her daughter. "What have you
gotten yourself involved in, B-chan?"
Ah...what has she gotten involved
in? But now you know...or at least know what one of the pods are...but
there are still three more left to open. Maybe next time, another
will open, as well... Please review! I enjoy the
comments. Gie-chan
