Lost Kin

Chapter 6: Past Memories Revealed

Author- Okami

"Wars take many lives away. Humans never forget the grief, but they also never stop fighting. Streams of blood and tears are only an ornament for their destructive ritual…"

Duo Maxwell

The next morning Bulma awoke rather early with a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. She could not explain the feeling but if she had to sum it up in one word she would have chosen evil. Slowly, the blue haired woman grabbed a robe, slipped on her slippers and made her way towards the kitchen. The smell of breakfast soon filled the air as Bulma scrambled eggs, toasted toast, fried bacon, cooked pancakes, waffles, and baked muffins. Since Saiyans had such a large appetite it was impossible not to cook for an army just to feed to two.

Two plates stacked with at least ten pancakes each were placed on the table just as two men walked into the kitchen. Trunks looked much better this morning than he did last night and his arm seemed to have recovered nicely. Vegeta and his son sat down and practically inhaled the food on their plates. They may not have been as bad as Goku but they still wasted no time in cleaning off the dishes.

After breakfast was finished and the plates washed, Bulma took a tray up to the Saiyan by Tritana's bedside. Pushing open the door, she slipped into the recovery room and noticed a hunched up figure in a wooden chair. Anon was fast asleep with one arm draped over the back of the chair and the other under the young Saiyan's chin. He had reversed the chair so that he could lean on its back and still see his friend. Bulma smiled as she grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and draped it across the Saiyan's shoulders. He shifted a bit but did not wake as the kind woman left the room and let the two sleep.

Around noon Goku and Gohan arrived and had just sat down in the living room when Anon peaked his head around the corner. He took one look at the Saiyans and disappeared back upstairs. A few minutes later, he reappeared with a very groggy Tritana leaning on him for support. The red haired Saiyan helped his friend sit on the couch then occupied the nearest recliner.

"All right, spill it. How can a Saiyan transform into something like that?" the Prince of Saiyans asked bluntly. He and Trunks had come in while the two were getting settled.

Tritana sighed at the thought of explaining everything but refrained herself from making a hasty retreat. "I am merely a half-Saiyan with a few added qualities," she replied calmly, stifling a yawn.

"Like your ability to heal?" Trunks asked.

"Yes. That's one of my "unique" traits." She sighed again and looked to her friend for support. Anon's nod gave her the courage she needed to proceed. "It all started when I was taken from my home fifteen years ago. I was taken to a large space ship were a changeling called Frieza decided to train me to become his "loyal" servant." She emphasized the loyal part by using her fingers to form quote marks.

"When I was only ten-years-old I was forced to participate in a tournament for the Ginyu Force. I easily won the position for Captain but not before injuring my left eye and getting this nasty scar. After that, I was given the title of First Class Saiyan Warrior along with Captain Ginyu and was sometimes called upon for strategic viewpoints and tactics." Tritana shivered as cold fingers ran up her spine.

"One day a man came to the ship and demanded to see Frieza. Ever since then that man, Obsidian, was in charge of everything and we rarely ever saw Frieza after that. Obsidian would punish anyone who looked at him wrong and he especially liked to torment me. His favorite form of torture was to chain me to a stone wall and beat me senseless. The chains on my arms were long enough to let my knees touch the ground but were restricted so much so that I was barely able to move.

"Once he had his fun that bastard would let his henchmen have their fun, doing whatever they damn well pleased with me." She looked up from the floor and quickly took in the faces of the Saiyans. Goku, Gohan, and Trunks wore the same expression of complete and utter horror; they also looked as if they could kill someone or puke at any minute. Vegeta on the other hand simply stared straight into her hazel eyes, his face lacking any emotion but his eyes told her that he felt regret. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she continued.

"After about five years of that Obsidian decided to try an experiment on me. His scientists/doctors injected me with some kind of virus that basically feeds off anger. When its host becomes enraged to the point that the person can't tell the difference between friend or foe, the virus-Mutagena- feeds off them and uses their energy to transform them into a beast. That is why I was what I was last night. In most cases if the person is transformed they won't stop unless their body collapses from exhaustion. When the virus takes control, the host often times doesn't know what they do or how they act. As well as infecting me with Mutagena, Obsidian had something else pumped into me. I'm not sure what it is, but it gave me knowledge of how to use my ki for healing.

"During all of this my father helped and trained me. I think he felt bad for putting all this on me so he did the only thing he knew how to do, he made me stronger. He helped me somewhat in conquering my beast form as well as my monkey form. Now I can transform at night without worrying about going on a rampage."

"Hold on a second, your father?" Trunks asked, just then picking up on that slight detail.

"Yeah, well, as you know my real father is Goku but Turles has played the father role in my life for so long that I just automatically think of him as being my dad."

"Who?"

"I'll explain later Trunks. Please continue," Goku said. His stomach churned with anger at the thought of all the things his daughter went through and that he had been powerless to stop any of it or help in any way.

"Well, I met Anon after Obsidian and his men had their fun one day. They usually leave me chained to the wall without food or water for hours at a time but this time they must have forgotten about me since a few days past without anyone coming. I'm not sure how he did it but Anon somehow found the room where I was being kept and unchained my arms. He then carried me to his room and nursed me back to health, which I hate to say took some time considering I was in pretty bad shape to begin with. He has stayed by my side ever since. And for that I am eternally grateful.

"Before I came to Earth I had to get clearance from Obsidian, but of course he said no. I on the other hand said yes and went anyway but not before being dealt the wound to my stomach and a few minor bruises. And that just about sums up my life," Tritana said, cupping her hands in her lap. "Questions? Comments?"

"Why do you hate my father so much?" Trunks inquired.

The half-Saiyan glared at the Prince but lowered her gaze to the floor at the thought of recalling the memories. "When I entered the tournament for a Ginyu Force member a certain warrior wasn't the least bit happy. He tried to stop the fight but his two bodyguards, Radditz and Nappa, persuaded him to leave me be; for the time being.

"After that, Vegeta would insult and torment me just like he did everyone else and Frieza allowed this to continue. His favorite way of torture was challenging me to a fight then humiliating me in front of everyone. You see, I was not allowed to defeat the Mighty-Prince-of-Saiyans in a battle unless I wanted to lose my life in the end. So I was forced to lose to him even though I was stronger than him." A heavy sigh escaped her open lips, and she was about to add something but decided not to. "And that's just about all I can think of."

Eerie silence filled the room as everyone let it all sink in. Goku stared at the floor, Gohan stared at his father, Trunks stared into space, and Vegeta stared at Tritana. His black eyes met her hazel ones as he mouthed silently, "Aren't you going to tell them?"

The half-Saiyan shook her head so faintly that only those looking for it would be able to see it. The Prince of Saiyans nodded back and fixed his gaze on the clock; it read 4:30 p.m.

"When you become angry do you remember the things you do?" Bulma asked. She had been standing in the doorway and over heard everything.

"Not really but it depends on how angry I am. If it appears that I'm in a daze or spacing out when I fight, than I won't remember a thing."

The blue haired woman nodded and stepped into the room, choosing a seat on the other side of Trunks. She kept glancing at Trunks' arm and remembering the sickening smell of burning flesh. The look on her son's face was one of pure pain and discomfort. After Tritana had healed him though, his expression changed rapidly if not instantly.

"How do you heal people?" she asked suddenly. The question had burned a hole in her mind and she had to know the answer.

"Well, first of all one must know how to control their ki and I don't mean flying and beams. I mean something more but I can't exactly explain it. Anyway, all I do is gather enough ki to heal the person and let it flow into the wound. It's really quite simple to do it just takes a lot out of the person, especially if the wound is serious like Trunks' arm. That took a lot a ki to heal. Man, I still feel wasted." A hand wiped sweat from her brow as if to prove her point.

"Let me get you back to bed," Anon offered, reaching out his hand.

"No, I'm fine." She looked over at her real father and saw that he was staring at her and had a weird look on his face. "What? What's wrong?" she questioned.

"I'm so sorry," he said slowly.

"For what?" Tritana asked concerned. She was getting strange vibes from Goku's words and for a second thought he was going to break down.

"I wasn't there for you when you needed me and I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I know you would have helped me if you could have but it's not your fault. You didn't know where I was and even if you did you couldn't have done anything anyway considering I was in outer space and probably light-years away from here. You're here now and that's enough for me regarding the fact that I thought you had died years ago."

"You thought what? Who told you that?"

"Obsidian. His goal one year was to break my spirit so he tried every possible ploy to do just that. One day he came up to me and told me that one of his men had killed you and like a fool I believed him." Tritana felt pain in her heart for believing that her father had been killed. She had been so devastated she did not even notice Vegeta's insults, Obsidian's henchmen's snickers, or her "father's" encouraging words. All she could think about was the last day she'd seen her father: his smiling face, his childish features, and his cheerful laugh. Hot tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision as she thought of how much she had missed him and how much she wanted to see him one last time.

"Tritana?"

The half-Saiyan snapped back to reality to find her cheeks wet with tears. She was about to say something when her lack of sleep and energy caught up to her. Her head throbbed and the room swam as she tried to sit up straighter.

"Uh, don't take this as an insult but," she began. "I'm just going to take a rest for a mo…" she did not even finish the word before she leaned back and fell asleep on the couch.

"Here we go again," Anon chuckled, looking down at the sleeping Tritana.

"What do you mean?" asked Goku. He had gotten up from his chair and was getting ready to return the half-Saiyan to her bed.

"She is notorious for pushing herself past her limits. Once, she almost died because she was exhausted from a previous fight and had just been beaten by Obsidian. Luckily, her opponent was sincere enough to only knock her out."

Goku looked down at his daughter in awe at how strong her will to live was. He carried her back up into her room and gently laid her on the bed. Pulling the covers up over her shoulders, he thought he saw a tiny tear drop trickle down the side of her face. Before leaving, the Saiyan took one last look at his daughter. Her chest rose and fell in the gentle rhythm of breathing and her eyes were closed and dreaming.

A week had past since Tritana's arrival and she was back to normal. She had agreed on staying at her family's house as long as Anon was aloud to as well. This was accepted without hesitation for ChiChi would not have any friend of Tritana out on the street. She fixed up a place on the couch for the Tritana to sleep and brought out a cot for the other young Saiyan. They had just gotten settled in when the sun set and the stars brightened the sky.

Early that next morning, the smell of breakfast drifted into various nostrils as someone worked away in the kitchen. Goku looked beside him and was surprised to see ChiChi still fast asleep. He slipped out of bed and peeked in the kitchen to see who was making breakfast and was shocked to see Tritana slaving away.

"What are you doing?" he asked, simply bewildered.

"WHAH!" came a startled reply. The young half-Saiyan spun around quickly, eyes wide with fear. "Oh, it's just you," she sighed placing a hand over her rapidly beating heart. "You scared me. I'm not used to anyone being up this early."

"Oh, sorry. What are you making? It smells delicious," he commented, mouth watering in anticipation.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not until everyone else is up," she said, shacking a wooden spoon at him. "Once everyone else is awake, then you can have some."

Goku pouted and reluctantly left the kitchen but not before his stomach let out a growl loud enough that everyone jerked awake, startled by the sudden noise. Grinning broadly, he turned back around.

"They're awake," he announced proudly.

***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.