Lost Kin
Chapter 2: Confusion
Author- Okami
"I do not know with what weapons WW III will be fought, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
Albert Einstein"I don't… need any… help," Tritana gasped between breaths.
Yamcha shook his head and cringed mentally. Saiyan pride, he told himself.
"Tritana," Goku said sweetly, "I am your father and I'm going to take you to a doctor." He began to approach her again but stopped suddenly when a small boom exploded by his feet. Looking down, he saw smoke rising from a newly formed hole just a few inches from his foot.
Tritana held one of her hands steady while a finger was aimed at the crater.
"I have survived much worse than this. And you are not my father! My real father died years ago!" Tritana nearly screamed at him. Before she said anything else, something caught her attention. She looked up and saw a small ship coming towards them at a recklessly fast speed. She had been so absorbed with the others that she hadn't noticed it before.
Bulma finally spotted the Z fighters at the edge of a crystal blue lake. She sighed in relief when she saw that everyone, especially Vegeta, were still safe. Her blue eyes turned and locked onto something else. It appeared to be another person but she could not tell who or what it was. She watched as the person suddenly disappeared; the guys turned their heads everywhere in vain attempts to locate them.
A tap on the windshield made her heart race and she slowly turned her head to look. One hazel eye stared back at her as a strange girls face peered inside. Bulma screamed in surprise and swerved the small plane so that it would land near the Z fighters. She quickly jumped out of the plane and took a few steps before stopping. Her head turned to look up at the sky but did not see the girl. The heart inside her chest stopped when she felt someone watching her. Bulma nearly screamed again when she turned again and saw the teenager right in front of her.
"Leave her alone!" Yamcha cried when he saw Tritana standing in front of Bulma.
Tritana did not even look as Yamcha charged her. Just as he was landing a kick to her back, Tritana seemed to disappear.
Gohan turned toward the crater, feeling his sister's ki radiating from inside. The young half-Saiyan rushed to craters' edge before the others could stop or catch up to him. Peeking over the rim, he saw his older sister bent over inside her pod looking for something. He carefully picked his way down the side of the hole and finally reached the bottom. If Tritana heard him she showed no signs of it. The little warrior walked a little bit more before a hand was placed against his chest.
Tritana, head still in the pod, had stopped him before he could take another step forward. She slowly pulled herself out of the space ship and looked down at the small half-Saiyan.
"What do you want?" she hissed. Her eye narrowed with the anticipation of an attack.
"Nothing. I was just curious," Gohan squeaked.
"Curiosity killed the cat ya know." Tritana removed her hand from the boy's chest and resumed her search. Another surge of pain pushed the weary warrior's elbow into a button labeled "Self Distruct" but by the time she saw the red symbol, the countdown had already begun, giving her only 5 seconds to get out of range.
Tritana pulled herself out of her pod, grabbed the little boy by his waist and shot off into the air. Unfortunately, she had just cleared the surface of the crater when her only ride off the plant exploded.
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Yamcha had just finished updating Bulma on what was happening. He then asked, "What are you doing here anyway?"
"I just wanted to make sure you guys were all right. And I also wanted to show you something." She reached her hand into a side pocket of her capsule corps jacket, pulled out a tiny bottle, pushed its top in, and threw in on the ground. When the green smoke cleared, a tiny object lay on the earth's soil. Bulma proudly picked it up and placed on her face.
"Well, what do you think?"
Vegeta suddenly became very interested in the device. "How did you--?"
"Make this?" Bulma finished for him. "Simple. I just used the parts from the one off Radditz and basically winged it from there." She was about to show it off when a loud explosion sounded from only a few meters away. The ground shook beneath their feet and Bulma had to grab on to Vegeta's arm to keep from falling.
The readable expression of shock was painted on everyone's face. This quickly changed to horror when Goku realized his son and daughter were no where to be seen. He relayed this to his companions and they instantly started for the crater. A small incline formed the barrier between the lakeshore and the land beyond so the Z fighters were incapable of seeing the scene that lay before them.
The ground lay barren and burnt, the trees and bushes were no more than stubbles, and the crater was now ten times bigger. Eyes widened twice their size when a lone figure was seen standing in the midst of the wasteland.
Goku was the first to dash towards the figure with everyone else hot on his heels. They reached the now larger crater in time to see Tritana, cradling a balled up Gohan, land in front of them. She gently handed the boy to his father and managed a weak "Here ya go."
Goku clutched the boy to his chest and looked at Tritana. The stain on her belly had grown bigger, and her armor and clothes were covered in dirt. He had no time to thank her before her eyes rolled back in her head, her knees buckled beneath her, and she fell to the ground with a loud THUD!
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Voices, familiar voices, provoked hazel eyes to open and peer into painfully familiar faces. Before her stood Frieza's henchmen, evil smiles twisted their otherwise normal faces. Tritana tried to stand up but found her arms chained to a thick steel wall. The chains were just long enough to allow her to kneel but nothing else. The thousands of men parted in the middle as a dark figure passed through. The man stopped inches from the girls' kneeling form. He crouched and lifted her head to face his; ice-blue eyes stared intently into her hazel ones.
After moment he released her and stood tall in order to inspect her entire body. Appearing satisfied, he began making his way back threw the crowd.
"Obsidian," a voice called out to him. "What should we do with her." The man's voice was hard and rough, he licked his lips as cold black eyes scanned the 16-year-old's body.
"You are to leave her alone for now." Obsidian's own voice was soothing and accented with a hint of British. His white cape trailed behind him and a Saiyan tail wrapped tightly around his slim yet muscular middle. A twisted smile spread across his handsome features as a thought entered his mind. "On second thought, show this young lady what happens when you disobey me," he said, smiling at the chuckles coming from the men around him. He made sure the thick steel doors were securely closed so that no one could hear the screams.
Tritana heard his last statement and cringed as the men began to pull closer. Two tall, bulky Saiyens unchained her arms and held them to the cold stone floor. One by one the men forced themselves upon the helpless teen for hours on end and when one was finished, there was always ten more eager to take his place. She could only struggle so much before her body was spent so she screamed in pain and anger.
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Tritana tore open her eyes and let out a blood-curdling scream as she sat up. Only after calming her nerves did she realize she was in a white room; not as nice as a hospital but clean and sterile just the same. A clear, rubbery mask pumped much need oxygen into her lungs and a needle dripped liquid into her dry veins. The pain in Tritana's belly forced the injured half-Saiyan to lay back down. Her heavy head had just reached the pillow when she realized that she was not alone; the red haze of rage blurred her vision.
Krillin had just begun to doze off when Tritana screamed, startling him into falling out of his chair. He quickly got to his feet and watched as the young female examined the equipment attached to her and placed her head back on the pillow.
"Are you okay?"
No reply.
He timidly walked to the side of the bed and observed the teenage girl. Her hazel eyes were still glossy with fever but something else glazed the hazel orbs. Krillin backed up too slow and received powerful punch to his cheek. At that time Bulma, Goku and Gohan burst into the room. Goku quickly caught his best friend before he fell.
Tritana sat up slowly and stared at the swimming figures in her vision, her eyes only allowed her to observe the frames of people but something inside her picked up the vibes of a Saiyan. Although she was not able to make out distinct features such as faces she was able to locate the man with Saiyan blood. Her own Saiyan blood pumped through her veins as the dream became clearer in her mind. With a vale of red over her eyes, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and charged the Saiyan.
Goku saw the attack coming but had only enough time to push everyone out the way before being tackled in the midsection. Tritana's small yet muscular arms wrapped around his middle and forced him into the hall wall. She did not stop pushing until they had formed a tunnel straight into the living room where Yamcha, Piccolo, Tien, and Vegeta sat. The two crashed through the wall and fell to the first story living room floor.
Finally gaining his balance, Goku kicked Tritana off of him and into a nearby wall. Yamcha had to scramble out of the way to avoid being crushed by the flying half-Saiyan body.
Tritana picked herself up and stumbled out the hole in the plaster wall. Her breaths came in short rasps and her judgment was blurred by the raging hate pulsing through her body. Before she could gather up enough energy to charge again, the Saiyan pushed her against the wall. Black eyes stared down her own as Goku pinned her arms to the wall.
Tritana stared up at the black eyes, reliving her dream. To her, they were the same cold black eyes of the man in Obsidian's gang. She screamed in panic and fear of the memory, trying desperately to free herself from Goku's vise like grip. The half-Saiyan attempted to kick her assailant but found them paralyzed with fear. Her hazel eyes now wild with fear, watched as more people gathered around her. She tried to hold it back, tried to keep from drowning in the absolute panic. It was just too much, too recent, too many strange people. The fear consumed her, drowning her.
Goku talked soothingly to his daughter but found his voice only made the teenager more panicked. Turning his head to his friends, he gave them a look that said: "A little help here." He pulled Tritana from the wall and twisted her arms behind her back; trying as best he could not to harm her. Her struggles came faster and stronger than before, and judging from everyone's expression, she needed to calm down soon.
To his surprise, Vegeta slowly walked over and stood in front of Tritana. The Prince glared at the struggling teenager before ramming the side of his hand into the side of her neck. Tritana gasped for a few moments before going limp in her father's arms.
"There," Vegeta announced, rubbing his hands vertically against each other. "That should do it."
Goku was about to make a comment but decided against it. Besides, Vegeta's solution did prove to solve the dilemma.
Once back in her bed, Tritana slept soundly. Every now and then she would groan or shout, and sometimes lashed out but never awoke. Goku volunteered to stay by her side in case she woke up in the same state as before. He rested his arms on the back of the chair and watched silently as Tritana's breathing slowly became normal. A wet cloth was placed on her feverish forehead and the oxygen mask was placed back over her samurai mask. The black cloth did not affect her breathing so Bulma had left it on.
The Saiyan warrior had just left to get something to eat so he did not see a now familiar, circular object streak through the summer blue sky.
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It was early the next morning when Tritana cracked her eyes open once more. The room was the same as before except for one minor change; a different person occupied the chair by her bedside. She gazed intently at the snoring warrior then frowned as the door to the room creaked slightly. A little boy, not any older than eight, slipped into the room then slowly closed the door behind him. His dark eyes looked at the man than at Tritana.
The hazel eyed half-Saiyan watched closely as the young boy crept up to his sleeping father. A gentle nudge on the arm got no more than a muffled "five more minutes ChiChi". The boy nudged him a little harder only to be swatted lazily away and the snoring continued, a little louder this time. Gohan, getting frustrated, placed both hands on his fathers' bulky arm and pushed HARD. Goku made a thump then a yelp as his body crashed off the chair and onto the hard wooden floor.
"What the…huh?" came a baffled voice. Goku slowly arose from the floor to face a chuckling Gohan.
"I'm sorry daddy but you wouldn't wake up. Anyway, it's time for breakfast. Bulma has agreed to fix it for us."
"All right!" Goku cheered, rushing for the door and down the stairs. Gohan followed quickly only after giving one last glance at his injured sister.
Tritana watched the two leave and couldn't help but be relieved. She loved being alone only because people reminded her of bad memories. She again rested her heavy head on the soft foam pillow and drifted back to sleep. Just before she closed her eyes she thought she saw a flash of red hair in the window but when she looked again it was gone. Sighing, she let her body finally relax and get some much-needed sleep.
***Authors Note***
I just wanted to make it clear that I do not own DBZ. I do however own Tritana, Anon, Obsidian and Draco so please do not take them without my permission. Also, if you have questions or comments feel free to e-mail me at animewolf5@yahoo.com. Be warned that flames will be read and sometimes responded to but most will be incinerated.
