Ooh, that last Chapter was getting a little too suggestive, but no worries, I refuse to do a lemon, and if you don't know what a lemon is, its something you shouldn't be reading or writing. To my reviewer(s?) and to my Bio teacher, here's chapter 7, Tiger saves the day!

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Chapter 7: Tiger Saves the Day?

Goku and Vegeta had become worried about their secret training with Angel when she didn't arrive at their normal area. The duo had searched for her and finally found her telling Trunks about her story. They had remained silent until both teenagers had fallen asleep.

"Wow," Goku commented, "You were right, Vegeta."

"I'm always right, Kakarott," Vegeta snapped, but it was noticeably more quiet than his normal tone toward the taller Saiyan. Vegeta took off into the air and headed back to the cabin.

"I wonder what happened when that other girl met Gohan that Angel didn't want to finish?" Goku pondered aloud.

"For once I share your simple thoughts, Kakarott," Vegeta said with a glance back at the cliff where his son and Angel slept peacefully. With those last few words, the last two pure-blooded Saiyan males flew off into the new night, leaving behind the two youths.

A being stood in the tallest tree in the area, staring up at his beautiful prize. He resembled Angel's younger brother, Tiger, but was he? With a look inside his mind, we can be certain.

No! a voice cried inside his head, Leave my sister alone!

"Why should I, Galis?" the being said in a voice that was much more gravely and low in tone than Tiger's voice, "She is too precious for the purple-haired brat. She is mine."

Please, Mr. Dirken, sir, please, just leave Angel alone! the voice cried again.

"Never," Dirken told the boy, "Angel is mine. The prophecy will be fulfilled." The demon floated in Tiger's body to a few meters from the teenager's resting place and by some irregular force, Angel disappeared from Trunks' lap into Tiger's waiting arms. The absence of their friend jolted both sleeping Saiyans from their slumber.

I woke to find myself in a pair of arms. My immediate suspect was Tiger.

"Tiger Galis, put me down this minute!" I screamed in both fury and terror.

"Tiger," Trunks growled and leapt to his feet.

"You promised three years and a fight," I growled at the boy who held me.

"Since when have I kept my promises?" he growled back. I shrank away in fear at this realization.

"Trunks," I whispered hoarsely and tore my eyes away to look at him, "Trunks, help me." Trunks flew toward me and I stretched out my arm to let him grab me. As he reached my hand, the entire scene disappeared and I found myself blacked out.

Trunks stared at the place where a millisecond ago, Angel had been reaching out her hand to be taken to safety. Now all that remained was dead air. Trunks felt around, panicking, in hope that Tiger had only made himself and Angel invisible, but no luck.

"Angel," Trunks whispered to himself in shock, "No, no, Angel...Angel....NO!" His eyes clamped shut as his anger peaked within him and he realized finally what had happened. His hair flared up and turned golden blond. His eyes opened, a radiant aqua. His ki doubled and redoubled and continued skyrocketing until his hair turned a more brilliant gold.

He had finally achieved the second level of a Super Saiyan, but it had cost him. It had cost him Angel, the love of his life. It took time to regain control of his rage-addled mind and he mentally slapped himself for not heading directly for the Capsule cabin, but the hurt and pain had been too much.

"Tiger, I hope you are ready to die," Trunks growled to no one, "Because you've got one angry Saiyan on your tail." (In other words, Tiger is dead meat ~.^)

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I whimpered despite myself. I was in Tiger's arms still and I was frightened. My heart hammered against my chest. I would have given anything just to be put down at this point. My eyes were screwed tightly shut and my arms crossed over my chest protectively.

I felt several jolts that sent shivers down my spine and I knew that he was laughing at me.

"The prophecy will be fulfilled," he said in a voice that was certainly not Matthew James Galis'. It was much too low-pitched and sinister.

I opened my eyes in surprise and got the ultimate shock of my life. The person holding me was not my little brother, but the pink-skinned, pointy-eared demon, Dirken. Upon a faster-than-the-normal-eye-could-see glance around the room, I noticed that we were in a room containing one door, locked, of course, one bed, and my little brother, sprawled out on the floor. He was out cold and I suddenly understood everything.

"The prophecy will be fulfilled," Dirken repeated. His deep violet lips were curled in a sadistic-looking grin.

"What prophecy?!" I growled despite everything. I knew I shouldn't have trusted the supposedly "good" demon king or prince or whatever he was, I didn't really care.

"I will repeat it for you," he put me on the bed,

If not stopped by a force of light,

The Demon and the Angel shall merge,

And there shall be one born of both dark and light.

The Child shall be called Dragon

And time will bring forth the Darkness within

And create a creature unlike any of Chikyuu or Chagon.

(One thing I should mention, Chikyuu is Japanese for Earth and Chagon is some word I made up to be Demon.)

His long, snake-like tongue flicked into my mouth and I nearly gagged on its length.

"But I'm not an angel!" I cried, "That's just a nickname!"

"Oh, you are naive," he chuckled deep within his throat, but instead of giving me hope like Trunks' laughter did, it only filled me with dread. I heard a slight rustle and noticed my brother, my real brother, I realized, stirring. He made no sound but remained behind the demon with a finger pressed to his lips.

I understood immediately. He wanted me to act as though I hadn't noticed his presence. I kept my face fearful and my eyes on the demon.

"I am not an angel, Dirken," I repeated slowly so he would understand, "I am a scared little 15 year old Saiyan trying to escape a plagued past."

"How wrong you are," the demon growled, "You were reborn in that other dimension to protect you. To protect this from happening. But I found my destined mate anyway. Yes, you are my mate, not that scrawny little half-Saiyan brat." I growled at his reference to Trunks and swung my arm at him, providing just enough of a diversion to allow Tiger to knock the demon out with the stick he'd found in the shadows by the door.

"Come on, he won't be out long!" Tiger hissed. He pulled a key from Dirken's belt.

"No wait, I can do it faster!" I grabbed his hand and did the Instant Transmission, thanking Dende (The god [or Guardian of Earth, as he is called] of the Z Earth) all along that Goku had taught me it. Once we were safely outside the cabin, I asked him a burning question.

"How'd you know how to knock him out so easily?" I asked.

"I've had that creep in my head for three years," he told me, "I've learned plenty more than I have ever wanted." He grinned and I gave him a bear hug.

"I missed you," I said, "I mean the real you, bro." He nodded.

"Me too, sis," he said.

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So it was Dirken all along. Oy, and this isn't even half of the stuff I've come up with about this chick. See Chapter 8, I'm loading it too. Let's move it over to that one!