HEY Okay, the reviews on 'Kindness for Kindness, Hate for Hate' fic weren't too good, so now I'm starting up another little chapter-fic thing. This one will hopefully do better and have a crapload of stuff in it.
Okay, I decided to do a relatively new thing, that I haven't seen on fanfiction.net before. At the end, I'll ask a few questions about you know, things like how the next chapter should go, like at the end, for example… I'll leave you at a big question, something that could really determine the rest of this fic and ask you like, 'should they do it, or not?' And depending on what people say in the comments, that'll help decide the next chapter! ^-^ yeah I wanted to be as crowd-pleasing as possible. Of course, I'm not doing that on this chapter, I have to set the whole thing up! ^-^ For now, just review and tell me whether or not you like it.. L cause if y'all hate the idea, I don't see much point in writing.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, the race of the saiya-jins or planet Vegitasei. However, most of this will be my own ideas. SO therefore, I DO own Pepina , her family and friends. And enemies. Probably the only two people that I don't own that'll come up are any of the Vegetas or Frieza.
And if you sue me… I have… um... * digs around in pocket * A
quarter and two nickels!
TO THE STORY!
~~Before the destruction of Vegetasei, but after the alliance between the saiya-jins and Frieza~~
Pepina dragged her bag full of streetclothes into the gym's changing room. She had just gone through one hell of a training session and smelled uncannily like fish heads. She plopped her half-saiya-jin butt on the bench, and began to change from her purple spandex outfit to a black tank top and a pair of jeans.
She wasn't a person you'd call ugly, but you wouldn't exactly
call her beautiful, either. Well, that is, not unless you want your neck wrung.
Pepina was a rather punky girl, with her short gray hair, despite her youthful
age of
She sighed heavily and slung her bag over her shoulder, walking out of the gym towards her home , tail twitching boredly. Her life had been paurtictularly uneventful lately, what with nothing but training going on. She had clawed her way up to elite status, and for what… Nothing! She never got to do ANYTHING interesting. It, to put it lightly, sucked furry tail.
Pepina removed herself from her own thoughts for awhile and decided, if nothing exciting was going to come to her, she'd mine as well keep an eye open for an oppritunity.
The street she walked down was really nothing to brag about, everything looking boringly gray in the half-moonlight. She couldn't wait 'till the next full moon and see if maybe something would arise. She stopped short, noticing some hulking elite-wannabe idiot staring at her. She narrowed her eyes, glaring a little at him.
"What are you looking at, lunkhead?"
He sort of quirked his lips a little at her, and started chuckling and pointing. She growled and flushed. She KNEW what he was pointing at. And it hurt.
"Shut up!"
"Give me one reason to, freakazoid!"
She ran out, frustrated and upset, throwing her bag over her pointed ears, a tear forming in her eye.
You see, Pepina isn't full saiya-jin, only half. The other half is all wild elf. Her mother had some pretty strange tastes, and had fallen in love with some savage elven man while away to et some sort of peace treaty isgned with this one planet. She didn't really know all the details.
Pepina ran into her house, not bothering to answer her mom when she screamed at her that she had some news as she flew up the stairs and into her room, slamming the door behind her.
She jumped onto her bed, burying her face into a pillow and crying. As soon as she was done with that, she sat up and began to punch the bejeezus out of the mascara-stained featherbag and screaming incoherent insults , a 'dammit' thrown in every once and awhile.
She didn't mind people satring at her clothes, telling her off about her additude, or even cretins drooling over her. No, that was all fine and dandy.
But she couldn't stand it when people insulted her ears.
Pepina felt her mother tentatively step into her room, but kept on staring at her wall stubbornly. She wasn't going to talk about it until her only known-of parent dragged it out of her
"Pepi? Honey?" She ehard her mother pipe up in a shyish voice. Her mother was really sort of scared of her. The teen growled softly.
"What, mom. Not that I care. And don't CALL me that." She turned to glare at her mom, Ezuchh.
"Hun, is something wrong?" The ebd bounced as Ezuchh set herself down on it. Sh curled up into
a ball, and curled her taila round thayt.
"Yes."
"What?" Her mother's voice was concerned.
"Someone laughed at my ears again. I don't wanna talk about it." Ezuchh nodded.
"Ahh. I see. Well, speaking of pointy ears, I got a note from your father today!" Pepina blinked and looked over at her mom like she was nuts.
"I thought Troiyo didn't have any ways of interplanetary communtication…" Her mother smiled and held up a piece of yellowed-looking parchment.
"No, they don't, but your uncle went there on a renewing of the treaty mission as a guard and dropped by your father's village on one of his off-days! Here! Read it!" Ezuchh eagerly pushed the rolled up paper at her daughter.
The half-elf took it and slowly unrolled the parchment, and started to read:
Dear Ezuchh,
Godess, it's been so long since I've last seen you.
She growled as the parchment rolled itself back up upon letting it go. She unfurled it again, sat it on her bed, and smoothed it out, continuing.
I cannot make this letter long, so I shall get straight
to the point:
I've decided it would be a good idea, now that my child
should be, as I understand, out of her schooling now,
nad ready to start life.
I was wondering, you've had your turn with it, now I want
the babe to meet its father. Please send it over and let
her get to know the other half of her heritage.
She frowned. She didn't like the way she was constantly referred to as 'it'. But it only made sense, as she and her
father had never met. She glared up at her mom.
"No. Way. Am I going to some nowhere planet ont eh edge of the galaxy! NO WAY!"
Her mother frowned.
"Come now Pepi, please…"
"Dammit mom, STOP calling me that! I TOLD you I DON'T LIKE IT! I don't care if he IS my father! You can NOT
ship me off to Troiyo unless you chain me to a rocket ship and personally FLY it over there!" Her mom smiled a
little, getting up form Pepina's bed.
"Why don't you sleep on it." And with that, she shut the door and walked down towards her own room.
~~One week later~~
Pepina groaned and dropped her pile of bags on the ground in the spaceport. She could not BELIEVE her mother talked her into this. It just was not fair.
It was ironic, too, in a way. She worked so hard to obtain elite status from the 2nd class one she was born with, and now, her first time leaving Vegetasei, it wasn't even on a mission. Mabye they didn't use her because she was a female. If that was the reason, some ass-kicking would be in order.
She impatiently sat herself down on a chair to wait, taping her foot and glaring at anoyne who so much as turned their head her way. Se was beathen and she knew it. Who KNOWS how long she'd be stuck on that primitive mudball for! It could be months! Even years! Or even worse, her whole life.
That would not be dear Pepi's cup of tea.
The punky crossbreed reached for a magazine on a table next to where she was sitting and azily read up on the newest technological goodies and a steoroid problem running amok amongst most of the elite army.
She'd been offered them some upon occasions, but after one unfortunate incident of getting cught using them, she politely turned them down.
Pepina was snapped out of her reveries by a voice on the loudspeaker calling for her flight. She quickly stood up, and started to place the magazine back on the table, then she stopped and thought twice about it, and slipped it into one of her bags when no one was watching. It would be nice to have something to remind her of the real world when she was stuck in nowherepalooza. Afterwards, she quickly ran for her flight so as not to miss it.
On her way there, she spotted some little kid staring at her. Wether it was for her clothes or her ears, she didn't care as she shoved her middle finger up in the air at him, then turned and continued her mad dash.
She skidded around a corner, and rushed out the door towards where the pods were. She stopped upon getting out of the door. It was in the back of the spaceport, a rather abandoned section. Pepina blinked. There was only one pod there. Oh great. She was hoping at least ONE other saiya-jin would be going so she could have someone civilized to tlka to.
Pepi sighed and opened the pod, folding back the seat and plopping her bags backs there. She really hoped this trip wouldn't suck as much as it seemed. But then again…
She sat herself in the seat, wiggled herself around to get more comfortable, then strapped herself in, and pressed the button for it to close. Everything else would be manual.
Pepina yawned, feeling her eyes grow heavy as the sleeping gas filled her pod and she slowly sank into her dreams…
***
Wake up, passenger. Wake up.
The teen woke herself up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. There, loming in front of her, was the planet of Troiyo. She blinked. It was so… green! And theb odies of water were so BIG! It was almost infathomable, for one coming form Vegetasei which was dominated mostly by rock.
She slowly landed near where ehr father's tribe, the Nakito, suppodedly dwelled. She was glad the landing went so well. The pod was ridiculously old.
Pepina blinked as she saw a few people with pointed ears even bigger than hers and long hair carrying spears and riding horses, all clad in leather wandered up to her.
This is even worse than I thought.
A taller man with many more tattoos than the rest with white hair, although he looked only about middle aged, dismounted his horse and slowly wandered up to her pod.
She closed her eyes and leaned back.
I really don't think I'm going to enjoy this.
Ha! All done! How will the punky elven-saiya-jin deal with living on such a primitive planet with a tribe of wild elves?
And will they still stare at her like before, from the tail and not the ears?
How'll she cope sith it?
Until next time…
Eowyn
