*The Silver-Eyed Saiyan*
Chapter three


Matches had gone by, defeats and triumphs alike, and now was the time
every person in the stands/stadium, as well as the opponents in the ring, had
been waiting for. The semi-finals.
Vegeta versus Sheia.
The Battle of the Wills, and then of the Titans, because the
winner went on to fight Gokuu for the title of the World's Strongest.
The two faced each other, each sure of themselves.
" Don't hold back."
" Worry about your life, woman, not the full extent of my power."
" You hurt me, you're out. You lose, you're out. You kill me -- I doubt
it, though -- you're out. There's no chance you'll come out of this match a winner,
Vegeta. Count on that." she warned him in a low, confident voice as they entered,
coming out to cheers and roars of encouragement.
Up in the stands, Bulma roared along with them.
" COME ON VEGETA, YOU SHOW THEM WHO'S THE STRONGEST!" she
thundered.
" Yeah, well, even if he makes it through this match, he'll have to beat
my Gokuu, and then we'll see the better fighter emerge!" Chichi challenged.
" Yeah, MY VEGETA!"
" Why you little harlot! My--"
" HARLOT? I'LL SHOW YOU HARLOT!" Bulma roared, as they glared
at each other, foreheads pressed together. Yamucha, in the seat above, pulled them
apart.
" Now, now, ladies, let's just sit down and--"
" SHUT UP YAMUCHA! GRRR!" the both yelled at the same time.
To say the least, Yamucha shut up.

_Back down in the ring_
" All right! This is the moment we've all been waiting for! The semi-finals!
Sheia versus Vegeta!" A loud cheer erupted from the stands (made all the louder
by Bulma and Chichi yelling down as well) as the two opponents silently glared up
at them from the battered ring (A/N: See, Vegeta doesn't look, he glares! Neither
does Sheia, for that matter either!).
" Have fun, Vegeta! I'm tough!" Sheia called over to him. He smirked
as if the whole thing was a big joke, as if the muscles on her arms weren't there.
" Neither do I. Prepare to lose." he said, just as the announcer told them
they could begin.
Sheia made the first move.
Disappearing and reappearing, at intervals, she came closer and closer, until she
couldn't be seen anywhere.
But Vegeta knew she was there; she wouldn't leave the ring. He turned
his head about a fraction of an inch to see behind him, and she struck. He
realized she was there all too late, and stars exploded in his eyes as her fist
connected with his iron jaw. He reacted fast, though, grabbing her arma and
flipping her over.
She landed, and immediately spun, trying to kick Vegeta's legs out
from under him, but he jumped.
Turning the descent into a kick, he aimed for her head, and, just
before it connected, got a heel to the crotch.
The crowd shouted out their sympathy as he reeled, leaving Sheia
anough time to get up. Her glasses still hadn't fallen off, and her blue-and-black
locks poured free of their holder, but she waited for the next attack almost
anxiously.
" You . . . bitch!" Vegeta swore through clenched teeth, and flew at her.
She landed only one of the many punches she threw, and he got her with a
round-house high enough to kick her sunglasses off. They landed just outside
the ring on the green grass, and she made no move to retrieve them.
Vegeta stopped dead.
She looked at him, her light eyes glinting as silence fell over the stadium.
" You should have known before, but I'm so used to the glasses." she
declared softly.
Her eyes pierced his soul.
They were a sparkling silver.

Where?! WHERE had Vegeta seen those eyes before?! There was a flash of
unwanted memory: a little face looking down on him with those eyes that
seemed to capture light and sent it out as . . . calmness . . . patience . . . .
*" Hewo, widdle Vegeta! How are you to-day?"*

He shook his head to rid himself of that cherubic little face,
and began once again, kicking and punching furiously. She blocked all but a few,
and then threw some of her own.
There was, all of a sudden, a tangle of arms and legs, and finally,
somehow, Vegeta lay on his back with her legs wrapped around his waist, her
hands pressing his shoulder blades into the stone and her eyes searching his.
" You know, Vegeta, I was surprised when I realized you'd given your
purity to a puny human. All the women back home would've been begging for
a favor like that from you. It's not everyday that a human bears the child of a
warrior-prince." she whispered in his ear. His eyes widened, and he lashed out
with his fists, punching her in the gut. SHe cried out, and in her fury, slapped him
upside the head before leaping up into the sunlight.
Vegeta followed automatically, not very surprised that she could fly. He
paused for a moment, then whipped around to grab her fist just before it got the
back of his head. He clenched it hard, then snatched at her hair, pulling her head
back. She made no sound, but it had to have hurt.
" Scream, bitch, scream and I might let you go! Admit it! I AM THE
STRONGEST!" he thundered so that all could hear (Bulma cheered). Sheia
gritted her teeth hard.
" You will never be strongest! You are NOTHING but a delusional
Saiyan! You've purposely forgotten who I am!" she cried back, and scissor-kicked
his sides, trying to make him let go.
He didn't.
" Let me GO, Vegeta, or you wil suffer!" she promised, murder in her
eye.
" HOw do you know what I am?! Tell me this, woman!" he hissed,
pulling harder. She punched him in the gut, and his grip loosened enough so
she could slip away.
" TELL ME!" the prince roared, punching and missing. She chopped his
neck as he went by, and he was propelled futher than he intended.
Unexpecting anything, her turned, to find Sheia's instep speeding towards his face.
He dematerialized, then materialized again behind it, only to have it reverse
directions inhumanly fast, and instead had a heel to his nose. He heard an audible
CRACK!, and wondered briefly about his nose, but then was off again, wrapping
his arms around Sheia's waist to throw her.
He froze. There was something furry . . . and moving . . . under his
right hand. It moved and he seized it, choking at what he'd discovered before an
elbow to the nape of his neck gave him a detour into the stone tiles of the ring.
He lay there for a second, then got up as she landed, her blue-black tail waving
freely.

There was one, united gasp as everyone saw the quivering appendage.
Chichi froze. Bulma froze. Gokuu's jaw hit the floor with a BANG!, followed by
Gohan's, Videl's and Klilyn's. Piccoro just gazed out in horror at her.
Up on a railing, both Trunks and Goten watched bug-eyed.
" She-she's got a TAIL!" Trunks exclaimed incredulously.
" Trunks, what does that mean?" Goten demanded, tugging on his
wrist-weight.
" It means she's like your dad and mine! WOW!"

* * *
Four pictures ran through Vegeta's mind.
One of a girl of five standing before his father's throne, stony-
faced, with her silver eyes looking more like mirrors of the king's stubborness
than anything else.
Then, another: a girl of fifteen stood there, her long, blue and black
ponytail flowing down her back. Her womanly figure was evident as she wore a
short, tight shirt, and loose pantaloons. On her feet were the type of of shoes
the green man, Piccoro, wore, and hundreds of the green-skinned people stood
beside, behind and and by her.
A great blue-black ape filled his mind suddenly, destroying both people
and objects. Terrifying and horrific, it turned to view him, inhaled, and blew out
a beam of pure, blue energy, RIGHT AT HIM!
The third picture ceased abruptly with another, more peaceful
memory/picture taking it's place. A night sky: he was on Vegeta-sei, from the look
of the constellations. Before him, a blue-haired girl stepped into a pod, her tail
waving madly. She sat and he saw her face . . . . A pale-skinned, silver-eyed face,
obviously belonging to Sheia. SHe smiled sadly, waved a bit, a bit forlornly, and
then jetted off, the streak from the space-pod fading after a moment. The man
beside him turned, to reveal the King's stony face, a face he'd seen in so many of
his dreams. *" Good riddance to her!"* he said, and the whole thing faded.
" That's why you could smell fear." he stated softly, with a little bit of
irony in his voice. She nodded, her eyes betraying nothing.
" Vegeta . . . I'm your sister . . . "

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