Black Bird's Flight
Sequel to Raven the Saiyan
Raven groaned and sat up, holding her head in both hands. Her brains felt like they had been shoved through a hole the width of a pencil, mashed into a pike of sticky goo, shaken up and placed back into her skull. Needless to say, she had one big headache.
The feeling passed and Raven raised her head. She was beside a road that lead off in the distance to a strange looking city. It looked like something out of a sci-fi film. Even at the distance that Raven was from the city, she could hear a tremendous amount of noise coming from it as if everyone there was at some kind of party. Raven growled. Parties were fun…if you had someone to go with. Raven never did and the few she went to were very depressing considering everyone there refused to believe in her existence. She sighed.
"Well it's got to be better than where I am now." She muttered and stood up. "Well this is fun." She growled as she began her long trek to the city which never seemed to get any closer. The strange shapes of the buildings pressed at Raven. She knew she recognized them from somewhere.
Suddenly a car that looked like it came strait out of a Star Wars movie drove past her. It pulled off to the side of the road and a man with blond hair and striking green eyes hung out the window and waved at her.
"Hey! Are you going to the city?" he asked and Raven nodded. "Me too!" he grinned, "Want a ride?"
"Uh, sure." She replied and walked to the car. She didn't exactly know how but she knew that he was a man who could be trusted. He reached over the passenger seat and pushed open the door for her.
"Hop in!" he said. Raven slid into the car and shut the door. "Welcome aboard!"
"Thank you for the ride."
"Sure, no problem. What's a pretty girl like you doing way out here?" Raven colored slightly at the complement.
"Uh, well, I'm not so sure myself."
"Oh, my name's Yamne."
"I'm Raven." He glanced at her.
"Is that you're real name?"
"No, but it's what I go by."
"Oh, okay. You're not from around here are you?" he asked "I can tell by you're clothes." He added at her confused look. Raven glanced down. She was wearing what she always wore, jeans and a t-shirt. She had on her favorite shirt; it had an emerald eastern dragon curling around light-blue clouds.
"Hey, do you have any plans for the day?" Yamne asked and Raven shook her head. "Well, do you want to join my wife and I for the celebrations? I hear there's going to be a parade."
"Well…"
"Come on, it'll be fun!"
"Well…Alright" Raven thought it might be fun for once to go to something with someone as cheerful and kind as Yamne.
They entered the city and Raven stared wide-eyed with her face glued to the window. Everyone was in the streets, cheering, talking, drinking, laughing, and generally having a great time. Huge banners had been strung across the street from one towering building to the next. One word seemed to be repeated a lot, but Raven couldn't catch it. They passed a group of people all chanting the same thing. Raven turned to Yamne.
"Yamne?"
"Hm?" he said, his eyes glued to the road.
"What is it that they're chanting?" he glanced at her surprised.
"You don't know." He said in wonder and turned back to the road. "Well this whole celebration is in dedication to the man's name that they are chanting. Hurcule. I'm surprised you didn't know. He's worshiped through out the world for saving the planet from the evil Cell." Raven whipped her head around to stair at him. He didn't just say Hurcule or Cell…did he? "Personally," Yamne continued more to himself, "I think he's a fruit cake." Raven would have agreed with him had she not been too stunned to speak.
"We're going to meet my wife at a restaurant and have lunch, do you want to join us?"
"Sure." She said and felt her pocket for any cash, she pulled out a dollar bill. The only thing in her pocket besides the beat-up Gohan card she always kept with her.
"Wow!" Yamne said. The car was stopped at an intersection and they were waiting their turn to go.
"Wow what?"
"Is that money?"
"Yes. Why?"
"I've never seen anything like that before."
"You haven't!"
"Nope."
"Have you ever heard of the United States?"
" 'United States'? What's that? Is that the kind of currency you use where you come from?" Yamne asked her. A car honked behind them and he got the car going again. Raven sighed.
I think I'm in trouble. Raven thought. They arrived at the restaurant and Yamne barely got a parking spot. They actually had to walk several blocks from their parking place to where the restaurant was.
"Yamne!" A pretty woman with perfectly curled bronze hair walked up to them and hugged Yamne while Raven stood beside him.
"Hi. Raven, this is my wife Sarro. Sarro, this is Raven. She'll be joining us today."
"That is if you don't mind." Raven said quickly.
"Of course not!" Sarro said. "Raven, I love your name." Raven smiled.
"Thank you."
"I'll go get us a table." Yamne said and walked into the restaurant and Raven moved to follow.
"Stay here." Sarro said, "It takes a while to get a table here. It's a pretty popular place."
"Alright." Raven turned back around to face Sarro.
"So where did Yamne pick you up?"
"Uh, I was walking to the city and he offered me a ride." Raven stuttered and Sarro smiled at her.
"So where do you come from? And where are you're parents?"
"I'm 18, I don't need my parents." Raven said defensively.
"Okay, sorry. But can you at least tell me where you're from?"
"Uh," if Yamne, an educated man, didn't know of the U.S. then how could she possibly know? Where was Raven! "I come from a ways off." She finished lamely.
"Well alright then." Sarro laughed.
"I got us a table!" Yamne declared triumphantly "C'mon!"
Raven followed Yamne and Sarro into the restaurant. It was a nice, comfortable atmosphere where people laughed and chatted while eating.
"Mmmm. I love the Golden Dragon!" Yamne said. The restaurant was well named. Six stone columns spiraled to the high ceiling, each was being climbed on by gold-plated dragons curling up them. From their flowing, golden tails, curling around the base of the column, to the tips of their flat noses touching the ceiling, each dragons' finely carved scales flashed in the sunlight flooding the restaurant through wide windows. There were tapestries showing dragons much like the one on her shirt and above each table, a little golden dragon seemed to be taking a nap around the base of a plate held suspended in the air by a leg attached to a large rotating circular piece of wood that took up most of the center of the table.
A waiter showed them to their table and left them with menus.
"Let's see…" Yamne muttered looking through his menu. "What should we have…"
"I'm not really hungry…" Raven muttered.
"You will be when you see the food!" Yamne said and grinned at her over his menu. The waiter came back and Yamne ordered the food.
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I'll have to end this here. I know it's not a very good place to end a chapter but I'm being threatened with a frying pan to get this story up ^_^ so to save me a lot of pain I just have to make this into two chapters so you'll have to wait even longer to find out where I'm going with this! Mwahahaha……actually all you have to do is read the summery…*sigh* oh well.
Mirai Trunks: *massaging his head after being hit by the frying pan* smart move.
Me: *frying pan appears in her hand*
Mirai Trunks: *cowers in corner*
Me: *grins* you're too cute to hit.
Mirai Trunks: *sighs*
Me: NOT!
BONG