Lost Kin
Chapter 3: Questions Answered
Author- Okami
"The only way for us to help ourselves is to help others and to listen to each other's stories."
Eli WieselAuthors note: Just as a warning it gets kinda sappy a little ways down. I just felt it was appropriate.
It was about noon when Tritana awoke again. She glanced over at the chair by her bedside and was somewhat surprised to find it empty. Her hands reached up to free her mouth from the infernal oxygen mask, then removed the fluid needle from the vein in her arm. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and half-crept half-stumbled to the door. The door creaked as it opened but she paid it no heed. All she wanted to do was to get out this house before she regretted it.
The hallway before her was empty of people but the sound from a TV bounced of the long narrow walls. She gaped at the large hole in front of her room and saw that it went straight through to other rooms, and wondered how that had happened but quickly let the thought go as footsteps sounded from below. Tritana quickly slid against the wall until she was at the top of a large stairway. Peering down it, she saw no one was approaching. Her feet made no sound as they glided down the wooden stairs. Voices caused the heart in her chest to jump when they erupted from the other room. Tritana peered around the corner of the stairs and saw the same people she'd met the other day, even the blue haired lady. Tritana's blood boiled at the sight of a particular tall haired Saiyan.
"Why won't you tell us what happened!" Bulma screeched.
Vegeta simply looked at her then back out the window. No one had ever imagined that he, the Prince of all Saiyans and Master of Speeches and Comebacks, had nothing to say. He had been acting strange ever since they'd brought Tritana to Bulma's house for care, and he'd gotten even quieter after Tritana's little escapade yesterday. Now he just sat in his chair and stared down at the floor, his eyes unfocused like he was thinking about days long since past.
Tritana would have loved to stay and fight with Vegeta but her body was still damaged from her recent battle and needed time to recover. She stealthfuly sneaked out through the back door and ran as fast as she could away from the house and the two Saiyans. Once out of sight, she slowed to a walk and limped down the sidewalk.
After a few moments of attempting to walk, she noticed that everyone was staring at her. She glanced down and chuckled at the sight; she was still wearing her Saiyan battle armor. Shrugging, she continued walking until a thought entered her tired mind, Why am I walking? I can fly. With that thought in mind she gathered enough energy and propelled herself up into the sky.
Shouts and cries of surprise sounded when Tritana was surrounded in aura flames and shot into the air. She did not worry about them but instantly regretted her decision to fly when her senses picked up someone behind her. Turning her entire body around so that she was flying backwards, she noticed the same spiky haired Saiyan who'd been at her bedside earlier that morning. Again she cursed her choice but gathered more energy to propel herself forward.
Goku had just found out that Tritana had escaped when his senses picked up someone just outside of town. Without waiting for the others, he flew in the direction his senses told him and within seconds he came upon a lone figure gliding through the warm summer air. He was about to slow down when Tritana turned around, took one took at him and shot off like rocket in the other direction. Frowning, he picked up his own speed and quickly caught back up with her. To his surprise Tritana suddenly stopped in midair; Goku hardly had time to put on the brakes to avoid crashing into her.
Tritana glared evilly at Goku, rage battled for control but she managed to surpress the urge to kill, for know. "What do you want Saiyan?" she growled at him.
Goku's eyes widened slightly at the harshness in the words. "I want to help you," he replied calmly.
Gloved hands balled into fists as she shouted, "What part of 'I DON'T NEED HELP' can you not comprehend!?"
Goku just smiled at her. His eyes rimed with tears and his heart ached to hold her in his strong, protective arms again. In his mind he still pictured the sweet, innocent little four-year-old. Short black hair, beautiful hazel eyes, and a spirit as wild as the sea. Now he saw Tritana as a young woman but not as free as she once was; her spirit had been torn and he wanted to help her but it was difficult when she kept pushing him away. A sparkle of sunlight reflected off something hanging around the half-Saiyan's neck. His black eyes widened again when he saw a middle sized cross with an emerald in the center hanging around her neck.
Tritana noticed his gaze and wrapped her fingers around the necklace.
She snarled, "If you want this you'll have to pry it from my cold dead hands. It was a gift from my father and I won't give it up without a fight."
"Have you ever read the inscription in the back?"
"What inscription?"
"The one your father had written on it."
Tritana raised the exposed eyebrow but turned the silver cross over in her hands. She silently read the inscription, To Tritana, my little angel. Your father, Son Goku, then looked at Goku again. Her voice cracked when she spoke. "You said your name was Goku didn't you?"
The spiky haired Saiyan could no longer speak due to the lump in his throat, so he was forced to only nod.
Tritana slowly dropped her hands to her sides, letting hot tears stream down her face. I thought he was dead! Obsidian told me he was dead. If I had only known he was still alive I would have been looking for him, I should have been looking for him. A tight squeeze around her arms brought the half-Saiyan of her daze to find her true father was giving her a VERY tight hug.
"Uh…I can't breathe," Tritana gasped. Goku immediately let go and smiled his famous childish smile. As if on cue, the other Z fighters arrived to find Tritana in the Goku's trembling arms.
Krillin smiled nervously as Tritana and Goku glided towards them. He subconsciously felt his cheek were the female had struck him yesterday. He had mixed feelings about the young warrior but dared not voice them out loud quite yet. As they all flew back to Bulma's house again, Goku could not help but notice that Tritana kept glancing beside her at Vegeta. Everytime she gazed at the Saiyan, something flickered in her hazel eyes but vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
Bulma stood in her yard waiting for the warriors to return. She had to admit that she was surprised to see Tritana willingly land and follow Goku into the house, although the girl did refuse to go back to bed and rest. Instead, she plopped herself down on the couch and sighed. Tritana continued to glare at Vegeta and tensed whenever he moved; the tension in the air was so thick you could slice it with a knife.
Yamcha squirmed in his chair then decided to break the silence.
"So Tritana, uh, why did you attack Goku yesterday?" He chose the subject that was obviously on everyone's mind since every once in a while someone would glance at the large hole in the wall.
Tritana blinked. "Huh? What do you mean? I didn't attack him."
"It's obvious that you did. How else did that huge hole in the wall get there? I mean, it obviously didn't just appear there over night," Vegeta murmured.
In the blink of an eye Tritana was upon him and about tore his eyes out before Goku could tear her away from the loud mouth Prince.
"What's the matter with you?" Goku scolded once Tritana had settled down. Her breathing came fast and quick from the adrenaline rush and since she still wasn't up to her full strength.
"I hate his Saiyan guts," she hissed through clenched teeth.
"Why?"
Tritana slowly looked away from Vegeta and stared at her father. Suddenly feeling nervous and uncomfortable, she looked at her boots. "I don't want to talk about it."
No one was about to push the subject any farther today. Gohan looked up at Tritana and noticed something dark brown under the large lock of hair covering the left side of her face.
"What's that?" he asked inquisitively.
Tritana noticed where his black eyes stared and she put a hand up to cover her face more. She did not want to talk about anything about her past but she knew hiding from it wouldn't make it go away.
"It's…just a scar."
"Cool! Let me see!"
The half-Saiyan hesitated before tucking her lock of hair behind her ear and removing the samurai mask. Gohan's face twisted as he tried not to gag at the sight. Running from her hairline all the way to her chin was a large, jagged scar. The scar traveled across her eye but did not seem to have affected the hazel orb's vision.
"How did you get that?" Tien asked.
Tritana laughed nervously. "Well, I uh…got it in a fight."
"We can see that," Yamcha laughed, "who gave it to you?"
"Um…well…I got it in the fight to determine who would be a member of the Ginyu Force. My opponent was losing so he tried to catch me off guard by slashing my face. All he managed to do was seriously tick me off and give me this scar. After that, my opponent was banned from the tournament and I became Captain of the Ginyu Force."
"If you're Captain, than why did a guy called Captain Ginyu say he was the Captain?" Krillin asked.
Tritana waved a hand in front of her face as if to rid the air of a bad smell. "He was so power hungry that when we were called to Namek he gave himself the title. I couldn't go since I had other business that needed attending so he took it in his hands to fill the void."
"Earlier you mentioned some other things. Could you explain those?" Tien asked, propping his elbows on his knees.
Tritana sighed as she relaxed on the couch, her elbows on the backboard and the back of her head resting on it as well. She finally picked her head up and looked at everyone-except Vegeta.
"Okay, let's see. First of all, I became the general of Frieza's army because I was very imaginative when it came to strategies and I was very strong for someone my age. I was considered a First Class Saiyan Warrior although I'm not quite sure why and I forgot my last name so I used Bardock."
"Why did you use Bardock?" Yamcha asked, leaning forward on his side of the couch.
"Well due to my scar and personality some of the other Saiyans started nicknaming me Bardock. I'm not sure who he is but I do know that Frieza was not exactly thrilled when he heard about it. I think Bardock was some rebel leader or something like that. Anyway, does that answer all of your questions?" Tritana questioned, resting her head on the backboard again.
"I have a question," Piccolo voiced. He stared hard at Tritana as if trying to read her thoughts. Finally he asked, "Why do you despise Vegeta so much?"
Tritana clenched her fists and lowered her eyes to the floor. She wanted to tell them but she didn't want any pity, even if it was from her own father and his friends.
"You guys sure are persistent about this. Let's just say that we didn't exactly start off on the right foot the first time we met." She again turned her eyes towards him but instead looked in the doorway at a young man. His light purple hair was cut short and his striking blue eyes were wide with curiosity and questions. Tritana gently nudged Goku's arm and pointed at the young man.
"Trunks? What are you doing here? Don't you have school?" he asked.
"It's Saturday, I don't have school today. Uh, Goku, who's that?" he asked, gesturing towards Tritana.
"Trunks this is Tritana, my daughter."
Trunks' mouth dropped open when hearing this. "Since when did you have a daughter?" he cried.
"Oh that's right! I never told you!" Goku exclaimed, smacking his forehead with the heel of his hand. "About fifteen years ago a Saiyan called Turles kidnapped Tritana. I wasn't exactly as strong as I am now and Tritana was only three so I had little to no chance of stopping him."
"Oh," Trunks said. He turned to sit down when his eyes fell upon the large whole in the wall. He blinked thinking it was his imagination but when the hole was still there he turned to Vegeta.
"Father, what happened?"
Vegeta gave no verbal reply but instead gestured with his head towards Tritana. Trunks moved only his blue eyes and gawked at the hazel-eyed half-Saiyan. Her eyes did not meet his but instead scowled at Vegeta. Trunks threw his hands up in confusion and whined,
"Can someone tell me what the heck is going on?"
Bulma reluctantly led her son out of the room in order to explain the conversation they had just finished.
Vegeta watched his son and Bulma leave the room while having the strangest feeling that he was being watched. He turned to see a pair a hazel eyes staring intently at him. He raised an eyebrow when Tritana smirked.
"You've been busy I see," Tritana said, gesturing in the direction the two had just gone.
The Prince of Saiyans seemed somewhat embarrassed by the remark and looked out the window to hide the slight redness in his cheeks.
Goku heard Tritana's comment and saw Vegeta's slight blush. He had to try very hard not to blurt anything out or laugh hysterically. He had been on tender terms with Vegeta due to the latter's persistent passion to be more powerful than him and he did not want to tip the scale and lose a good allie.
"Tritana, why did you come to Earth?" Tien asked. The question hadn't occurred to anyone yet and they were all eager to hear the answer.
"Well, there are many reasons. The main one is a personal mission, which led me to this planet. The others are very simple really. First off, my ship sort of broke down in the atmosphere so I really had no choice and I needed to get away from Frieza's goons before I lost my patience and went berserker on them."
"How did you get that wound on your abdomen?" Yamcha inquired, noticing the white bandages were beginning to stain red.
"Oh, that. I, uh, sorta, kinda, had some trouble getting permission to leave." Tritana laughed nervously and rubbed the back of her neck
"Have you ever heard of something called a Super Saiyan?" Piccolo inquired, changing the subject.
Tritana frowned. "Yes."
"What have you heard?"
"I've heard that a Super Saiyan's power is unparalleled to anything in the universe. I've also heard that only the pure of heart can become one." Tritana played with a lock of hair before continuing, "And, I have become one."
***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.
