Lost Kin
Chapter 8: Family Life
Author- Okami
Tritana had only just touched ground when a tiny body tackled her from behind. She lifted her arms up to make room for the smaller ones wrapped tightly around her waist.
"Well hello to you too," she said to Gohan. The pressure relaxed as the young warrior let her go.
"Did you have fun?" he asked. His eyes shone with anticipation and excitement; it was quite obvious he thought of her as his older sibling and not some intruder butting into his life.
"As fun as school can get I suppose. Let's go inside, I'm starving." Tritana ruffled her younger brother's thick black hair as they walked inside. She immediately headed for the kitchen and grabbed a sandwich from the refrigerator. Eating and walking, she made her way into her "room" and sifted through the bag ChiChi had bought for her to pack her homework in. A pair of hands tickled her sides causing her to squeal, drop her sandwich and her books in one fluid motion. She whirled around to face a very surprised red headed Saiyan.
"Gotcha!" he said triumphantly. "Tritana, don't look at me like that. Honestly I didn't mean…AH!" he dashed through the small house and out the door, nearly knocking over a startled Goku.
"Hi sir, sorry sir, by sir," he spat out as he continued to run, eyes white with fear. Following right on his heels was Tritana.
"Hi! Be back in a jiff," she called, picking up speed to catch her friend.
"Wait a minute! Where are you going?" he called out but the two were already out of earshot. He sighed and went inside to greet his wife.
"Come back and fight you coward!" Tritana shouted at Anon. She was determined to get the Saiyan back for tickling her by doing the only thing he was sure to fail at, defeating her. They both knew that Anon was no match for Tritana so this was an easy task, as long as the sooner would stand still.
"No way. You'll beat my ass," Anon called back. He continued to fly in zigzags so the half-Saiyans ki blasts were easily avoided.
Tritana was beginning to get frustrated with her friend so she decided to turn up the heat. By pushing her ki a little bit more the half-Saiyan shot forward like a rocket and flew past Anon. After successfully passing the Saiyan, Tritana turned around and headed back at him. Plowing into his chest she was able to bring them both crashing to the hard, rocky ground below. They landed a few feet apart with their upper halves buried in dirt.
"Give up," Anon sputtered, trying to rid his throat of earth.
"In your dreams," came a raspy reply. Tritana was blowing dirt out of her nose and mouth while attempting to dust her clothes off. Looking up at the sky she added, "I think we should head back before it gets to dark."
"You mean before that woman chews you out," the Saiyan corrected.
"Yeah, that to." Tritana flew slowly back to her home, not wanting to leave the wild out doors. "I wonder where he is."
"Who?" Anon asked but when he saw the look in her eyes he knew. "I'm sure he's fine. After all, he's survived this long, he'll be fine."
"Yeah I know. It's just that I worry about him like I would my real dad." Tritana let out a sigh and on a lighter note added, "I'll race you."
Anon gladly accepted the challenge and flew at full speed back to the house. They were so consumed in trying to beat the other that the two almost flew past the house. Landing with a thud on the hard earth, they strolled up and into the tiny building.
"And just where have you two been," an annoyed female voice asked.
Tritana and Anon stopped dead in their tracks, looked at each other and grimaced.
"We were just-"
"Out having fun instead of doing your schoolwork," ChiChi interrupted. "Now, go and study."
Tritana was opening her mouth to retort but closed it as a better idea came to her. She went to her bag, pulled out what she needed for her work and began to walk outside.
"Where are you going?" Goku asked. He had come in when hearing ChiChi's raised voice and was now watching his daughter go outside with her schoolwork.
"ChiChi, er mom, never said I couldn't do my work outside. I'll be right in front so you don't have to worry." With that said, she strolled outside and made herself comfortable on the green grass that lined the yard. Opening a rather thick book, the teen set to work and appeared very intrigued with what was written.
Goku smiled warmly as he looked at the half-Saiyan. He wanted her to be happy and comfortable here with her true family. His eyes twitched at the thought of Turles playing the father role in her life for so many years when it was him who ended her childhood. From the description Tritana gave of her life in space it was painfully obvious that she never got the chance to act like a kid or do the things a normal kid would do. Her life revolved around getting stronger, faster, and more powerful than her adversary in order to survive.
"They will pay. They will all pay," he threatened the air, clenching his fists tightly.
A few hours later, Tritana emerged from darkness, carrying her books. She proudly set them down in front of her mother and announced that she was now fully caught up in every one of her classes. Disbelief, doubt, astonishment, and pride were blended together and splattered across ChiChi's face.
"How?" she managed to squeak.
Tritana smiled broadly. "Like I told you before a warrior I am but a fool I am not. I've already learned all of this stuff so it was really just a review for me."
"You learned this already? How?"
"I knew a lot of the scientists and smart people like that so I sorta picked up on things and studied a variety of subjects," Tritana replied. She cradled her books as she carried them back to their resting-place in her bag.
Gohan watched his sister go to her room. His mind thought of all the experiences he had gone through, all the battles with various villains and none where she had been there. She had never been there to help or lend support and for that Gohan was a little annoyed. He quickly regretted his childish behavior as he thought of all the things she had gone through in the past five years alone, which were worse than anything he had ever been through.
The room was lit by dozens of overhead lights. Three tall men in white coats hovered over the dazed half-Saiyan; smiles spread across some faces, frowns across others. They watched intently as the teen struggled violently against the restraints, attempting in vain to free herself from yet another days' torture. She screamed her rage until no more air escaped her mouth.
"Interesting," one man said, rubbing his chin.
"Fascinating," another said, leaning in for a closer look.
"Let's try it one more time," the first man said.
"Is that really necessary?" a third doctor asked. He did not like tormenting this creature any more than was truly necessary.
"Of course it is Nago. I'm sorry but if you choose not to participate I'll be forced to inform Lord Obsidian," the second doctor stated. He was now standing beside Nago with his hand on the younger doctor's shoulder.
"All right Aslum. Let's try it again."
"That a boy," his companion soothed. He didn't like the procedure anymore than his friend but he wasn't about to tell Lord Obsidian.
Nago walked over to the half-Saiyan strapped to the metal table. She growled and hissed at him when he got within her line of view.
"I'm sorry Tritana but orders are orders. You understand don't you?" he asked. He didn't expect an answer and only received more deep throated growls. The half-Saiyan had already gone through one transformation that day and she still wasn't fully back to normal. The transformations took a lot of her strength and often left her dazed. This time when she changed back to her normal form something had gone wrong, her body was back to normal but her mind was still the werewolf's. His companions planed to force her to transform again in order to see if that would reverse the problem.
"Nago, out of the way!" Justin shouted at the boy. He had finished positioned the ray gun and was waiting for the newest member to move out of range. Once the coast was clear, he raised the metal table so Tritana was facing him and it the table was vertical. The scientist turned a knob then pushed the glowing red button. Nothing happened but the three ducked for cover as if the world were coming to an end. Only a few minutes had passed before a small ball of energy began to form in the middle of the barrel. It steadily grew in size until it was about the size of a softball. The gun flew back as the ball burst from the barrel and imbedded itself in the half-Saiyan's chest.
Tritana screamed in agony as the ball lodged itself in her chest and began tearing at her flesh. Her pain was soon transformed into rage and her body began to morph yet again. Fur grew rapidly over her entire body, her teeth grew long and jagged as her jaw jutted out and formed a wolf-like snout. Talons burst from her fingers and her feet shredded her white boots. After a few moments, only the armor remained intact enough to stay on the half-Saiyan's body while the rest fell in scraps to the floor.
The room suddenly went cold from all the evil energy radiating from the creature. As hot air escaped the wolf-like mouth, it was instantly cooled to an eerie white mist. The scientists observed from the safety of their hiding places how the half-Saiyan reacted and jotted it all down in their journals. They observed that the creature appeared to be more feral than normal and simultaneously decided to end the experiment before she got completely out of hand. The leader, Justin, carefully made his way over to the gun and flipped the switch to shut it down. He had expected Tritana to instantly begin to change back and was greatly surprised to hear laughter coming from the wolf-like snout. The sound was so deep the glass containers shook of their shelves, shattering on the marble floor.
The voice, unlike any the scientists had ever heard, echoed in the small exam room. They looked at each other for knowledge but found only their expression reflected in the other's face.
"Yes! Free at last!" the voice cried. Tritana examined her hands as if she had never seen them before and was fascinated with them. After a few moments she flexed her arm muscles and appeared particularly pleased with their strength.
"Tritana?" Nago asked nervously. He had no idea what was going on but he did not like it one bit. Something about this whole situation felt very wrong, he couldn't put his finger on it but something also felt evil.
The werewolf creature turned to look at the young scientist. A toothy grin spread across its long snout; this sent shivers straight to Nago's bones.
"Tritana can no longer hear you," the creature's voice shook with excitement. "Only Draco remains." Tritana/Draco burst into aura flames while announcing the last part. Glass littered the floor, the floor itself ripped apart and flew against the wall, and even the walls bent outward from the immense power radiating from the creature's body. Draco threw his head back and let out a laugh so deep and evil that the ship in all its entirety shook, along with the crew. The laugh may have caused some of the shacking, but the evil aura radiating from the creature was the true cause of fear and panic among the people.
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Tritana shot up in her bed barely able to strangle the scream in her tight throat. Her body glistened with sweat and her head ached with the headache from sitting up too quickly. She looked over by her nightstand and read the glowing red numbers of 2:18 am; she groaned inwardly. Every night for the past few years her mind had been plagued with nightmares about the tests she had endured. Each and every one of them the same thing; her body was controlled by someone or something else. Sliding out of bed, she quietly slipped out into the cool, dark night. Somehow, being alone in the darkness of the night comforted the half-Saiyan.
There was something growing inside of her but what, she had no clue. The only thing Tritana had to go by was the gossip back on Frieza's ship. Everyone kept talking about some evil werewolf-like creature with dragon wings called Draco. Evidently, Draco and Tritana were the same person, almost like a split personality. Rage surged through the half-Saiyans veins when the thought of sharing a body with an evil demon.
Tritana let the hot tears stream down her face as she let herself fall into the dewy grass. She tried to regain control but something inside her didn't want her to stop; so she continued.
"Why can't I just be left alone!" she screamed up at the stars.
***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.
