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Sins of the Fathers Part 7/?
'The transformation to Super Saiya-jin depends on several things, none of which are easy to achieve.' The last three pureblood Saiya-jin warriors were sitting in the gravitation chamber in the main grounds of Capsule Corps. The chamber inside the main building had been out of use ever since the last time it had exploded, almost taking its sole user with it. Currently the gravity was at 50 times Earth's natural gravitational pull, an increase of 10G for every week they had spent training Kitara.
Goku counted off on his fingers. 'First, you need to have a pure heart, either of good or evil. Second, you have to have a high level of physical strength. Lastly, you need emotion.'
Kitara frowned slightly as she listened. 'The pure heart deal and strength I understand, but emotion? I thought Saiya-jin weren't supposed to show emotion.' The frown deepened and a flicker of panic came into her eyes as she looked up at Vegeta.
'Emotion is necessary for this. But it requires the strongest of all emotions…rage. Pure, simple rage.'
The legendary Super Saiya-jin nodded in silent agreement. 'Rage is what causes the transformation to occur. Normal rage gives people a strange kind of strength; in the case of the Saiya-jin, it pushes us to a whole new level of power.'
'Wow.' She looked down at the floor, feeling suddenly nervous.
Kneeling beside her, Vegeta squeezed her shoulder, forcing her to look at him. In a way, he was reluctant to let her attempt the transformation. The rage he had felt when he had transformed had nearly killed him, Gohan's second transformation…he had nearly pitied Cell in that respect. Even for a Saiya-jin child the power was unimaginable. Shin and Rou KaioShin had warned them of the risk presented to the boy and the Earth if he ever powered up to his maximum ever again; he had never risked it since. And Kakarott's ascension…
'The rage you have to feel for this transformation…is beyond almost any emotion you have ever experienced…all except grief. The pain of loss is the trigger.'
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'How long is this supposed to take, anyway?' Although he preferred to have little or nothing to do with his race's customs or habits, Reizoku still had problems resisting solar bathing. The changelings did not possess any skin pigmentation in their final form, but the heat and the solar radiation rejuvenated their bodies' strength. He was stretched out on his stomach over a flat boulder, trying to regain his strength from a training session with Trunks and Goten. The lavender-haired half Saiya-jin was perched on a tree branch, staring at the gravity chamber with a bored eye while Goten was sprawled flat on his back staring up at the sky.
'It takes different times for different people, I guess. Compared to my dad and Goku, Goten and I learned how to transform pretty fast. Mom said something about the ability being genetic, but I kinda zoned out after a few minutes.'
The changeling sighed and rolled onto his back, wincing at the number of aches the movement produced. 'So this could take any length of time between now and never, is that it?'
Goten frowned at the meaning behind the words. 'D'you think she won't be able to do it?'
He sighed. 'I have no idea. If she had ever shown the kind of abilities you possess, I'd be one of the few to have seen them. But if they're hidden…I just don't want her to get hurt trying to achieve a level of strength that we all thought previously impossible.'
'Give her some time to try. If she's my sister, she'll be able to do it.' Trunks turned his gaze to the white and cobalt form lying on the rocks under the tree. Something clicked inside his head as he stared at Reizoku. 'You care about what happens to her, don't you?'
Inside, the changeling panicked. 'She's my closest friend. Of course I care about her welfare!'
The half Saiya-jin raised an eyebrow. 'Yeah, I know that. But how much do you care about her?' He grabbed the branch above his own and swung down to the ground, landing beside Reizoku's boulder. For once however, he chose his words carefully.
'She's a Saiya-jin warrioress, the last of her kind in the universe, and the daughter of the Prince of the Saiya-jin. She's missed out on having any kind of bond with Dad or her own mother…so…don't you think she should be allowed to discover her birthright? Learn what she can achieve?' He sat down on the grass next to Goten. 'If you really consider yourself to be her closest friend, isn't it only fair you allow her to do this without her feeling guilty about following in Dad's footsteps?'
Thankfully, the changeling was spared from answering due to something fairly small, speedy, and half Saiya-jin landing on his stomach. 'Rei!!'
Apart from Bulma, who had had few dealings with the changelings in her lifetime, Bra was one of the few who hadn't instantly judged Reizoku as being just another changeling killer. She had adored Kitara from the moment she had met her, and since her onesaan had introduced Rei as her best friend, it was more than enough for the young hybrid to form a bond with him. Although he was unused to anyone's unconditional trust bar the obvious, Rei had become attached to the second daughter of Vegeta, looking on her as a little sister much like Kitara did.
The youngest princess of the Saiya-jin giggled as she looked up at her armour-clad companion, her bright blue eyes shining as she held onto his tail and felt herself being lifted a few feet into the air. 'Mama says that she's got lunch ready for all of us, and she says for onesaan and Daddy and uncle Goku to come out of the gravity room before she reprograms it with a really big axe.'
All three teenagers tried and failed to repress the collective sniggers at Bra's choice of wording. 'Did Mom really say that?'
'Yeah.' Bra stared quizzically up at her older brother. 'Why?'
'No reason.' /If she's already threatening Kitara, then she's become one of the family in Mom's eyes./
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Bulma sighed outwardly and stared over her once immaculate kitchen. Catering for a full-blood Saiya-jin and two hybrid children was enough to drive anyone towards insanity, but adding to that another full-blood warrioress, plus recently Goku and Goten, plus Reizoku…she was ready to give up and simply commit herself to the nearest rubber room. Saiya-jin appetites were legendary, and Goten and Trunks took after their fathers in that respect. Between them, Kitara and Bra ate enough food in one meal to supply the Chikyuu Ou's entire military in one day, and Reizoku might not have been Saiya-jin, but he was no lightweight in that respect.
She half-heartedly picked up a stack of dishes and transferred them to the dishwasher. The universe's most powerful fighters and they couldn't even clean up after lunch.
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*Seven and eight years old, outnumbered by 2,500 Omizuu-jin to one Saiya- jin and one changeling, and both of them badly injured. They had only landed to try to refuel and get some food. What had they done to anger these people? *
Her aura had flared gold.
*Fifteen year old Rei lying unconscious next to his travel pod, the wounds across his chest dripping violet blood. His body so cold and pale as to be dead. She had stayed with him all night, curled against him, trying to keep him alive. He didn't deserve this…*
Her hair was rising with the force of the wind created by the ki surge.
*Her thirteenth birthday and she was spending it in a cave, huddled next to a dying fire while Rei tried to clean and heal her wounds. She was still so helpless without him…*
Gold sparks danced round her hunched body, like a badly functioning firecracker.
*Barely four years old, but she knew what was happening. The screams of violation from Koori and the sick grunts of pleasure from Koola…Rei had turned away from both the horrific scene and her terrified face, but she could tell he was crying. He had never learned how to suppress his power and regress through the forms of his body; a chibi image of Koruudo Frieza was curled next to her, shaking with fear and pure rage. She clutched his hand more firmly in her grasp, and felt him tug at her fuzzy brown tail. The sensation didn't bother her. She had learnt to walk holding onto his tail for balance…*
Black eyes flashed to green, red-black hair to blond…
*Ionia-sei. One of the few Trade outposts left. They hadn't taken kindly to the son of Frieza or the daughter of Vegeta; hell, they hadn't taken too kindly to their fathers, but had never had the guts to say it aloud. The two of them could hold their own in a fight, at least until…Ninjen-kai. The kisama gloating over them as they stared at his ultimate form. Only one possible course of action remained. Run and pray to the gods they wouldn't follow…*
…And she collapsed, the bubble of rage boiling inside of her retreating further and further into her heart. She gasped as she tried to force air back into her body, and nearly gagged as she felt Vegeta pick her up in his arms, barely aware of Goku deactivating the gravitron and opening the external door.
The Prince of all Saiya-jin gazed fondly at his daughter as she managed not to pass out from sheer exhaustion. To have reached that stage after barely a month was impressive, even for her. But she still couldn't access the rage she needed.
She would not be a Super Saiya-jin this day.
TBC
Disclaimer: Keep forgetting this *slaps hand* Bad Melora!! Don't own DBZ, wish I did, not gonna happen, don't want to get sued…I just own anything Toriyama-sensei doesn't!!
Sins of the Fathers Part 7/?
'The transformation to Super Saiya-jin depends on several things, none of which are easy to achieve.' The last three pureblood Saiya-jin warriors were sitting in the gravitation chamber in the main grounds of Capsule Corps. The chamber inside the main building had been out of use ever since the last time it had exploded, almost taking its sole user with it. Currently the gravity was at 50 times Earth's natural gravitational pull, an increase of 10G for every week they had spent training Kitara.
Goku counted off on his fingers. 'First, you need to have a pure heart, either of good or evil. Second, you have to have a high level of physical strength. Lastly, you need emotion.'
Kitara frowned slightly as she listened. 'The pure heart deal and strength I understand, but emotion? I thought Saiya-jin weren't supposed to show emotion.' The frown deepened and a flicker of panic came into her eyes as she looked up at Vegeta.
'Emotion is necessary for this. But it requires the strongest of all emotions…rage. Pure, simple rage.'
The legendary Super Saiya-jin nodded in silent agreement. 'Rage is what causes the transformation to occur. Normal rage gives people a strange kind of strength; in the case of the Saiya-jin, it pushes us to a whole new level of power.'
'Wow.' She looked down at the floor, feeling suddenly nervous.
Kneeling beside her, Vegeta squeezed her shoulder, forcing her to look at him. In a way, he was reluctant to let her attempt the transformation. The rage he had felt when he had transformed had nearly killed him, Gohan's second transformation…he had nearly pitied Cell in that respect. Even for a Saiya-jin child the power was unimaginable. Shin and Rou KaioShin had warned them of the risk presented to the boy and the Earth if he ever powered up to his maximum ever again; he had never risked it since. And Kakarott's ascension…
'The rage you have to feel for this transformation…is beyond almost any emotion you have ever experienced…all except grief. The pain of loss is the trigger.'
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'How long is this supposed to take, anyway?' Although he preferred to have little or nothing to do with his race's customs or habits, Reizoku still had problems resisting solar bathing. The changelings did not possess any skin pigmentation in their final form, but the heat and the solar radiation rejuvenated their bodies' strength. He was stretched out on his stomach over a flat boulder, trying to regain his strength from a training session with Trunks and Goten. The lavender-haired half Saiya-jin was perched on a tree branch, staring at the gravity chamber with a bored eye while Goten was sprawled flat on his back staring up at the sky.
'It takes different times for different people, I guess. Compared to my dad and Goku, Goten and I learned how to transform pretty fast. Mom said something about the ability being genetic, but I kinda zoned out after a few minutes.'
The changeling sighed and rolled onto his back, wincing at the number of aches the movement produced. 'So this could take any length of time between now and never, is that it?'
Goten frowned at the meaning behind the words. 'D'you think she won't be able to do it?'
He sighed. 'I have no idea. If she had ever shown the kind of abilities you possess, I'd be one of the few to have seen them. But if they're hidden…I just don't want her to get hurt trying to achieve a level of strength that we all thought previously impossible.'
'Give her some time to try. If she's my sister, she'll be able to do it.' Trunks turned his gaze to the white and cobalt form lying on the rocks under the tree. Something clicked inside his head as he stared at Reizoku. 'You care about what happens to her, don't you?'
Inside, the changeling panicked. 'She's my closest friend. Of course I care about her welfare!'
The half Saiya-jin raised an eyebrow. 'Yeah, I know that. But how much do you care about her?' He grabbed the branch above his own and swung down to the ground, landing beside Reizoku's boulder. For once however, he chose his words carefully.
'She's a Saiya-jin warrioress, the last of her kind in the universe, and the daughter of the Prince of the Saiya-jin. She's missed out on having any kind of bond with Dad or her own mother…so…don't you think she should be allowed to discover her birthright? Learn what she can achieve?' He sat down on the grass next to Goten. 'If you really consider yourself to be her closest friend, isn't it only fair you allow her to do this without her feeling guilty about following in Dad's footsteps?'
Thankfully, the changeling was spared from answering due to something fairly small, speedy, and half Saiya-jin landing on his stomach. 'Rei!!'
Apart from Bulma, who had had few dealings with the changelings in her lifetime, Bra was one of the few who hadn't instantly judged Reizoku as being just another changeling killer. She had adored Kitara from the moment she had met her, and since her onesaan had introduced Rei as her best friend, it was more than enough for the young hybrid to form a bond with him. Although he was unused to anyone's unconditional trust bar the obvious, Rei had become attached to the second daughter of Vegeta, looking on her as a little sister much like Kitara did.
The youngest princess of the Saiya-jin giggled as she looked up at her armour-clad companion, her bright blue eyes shining as she held onto his tail and felt herself being lifted a few feet into the air. 'Mama says that she's got lunch ready for all of us, and she says for onesaan and Daddy and uncle Goku to come out of the gravity room before she reprograms it with a really big axe.'
All three teenagers tried and failed to repress the collective sniggers at Bra's choice of wording. 'Did Mom really say that?'
'Yeah.' Bra stared quizzically up at her older brother. 'Why?'
'No reason.' /If she's already threatening Kitara, then she's become one of the family in Mom's eyes./
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Bulma sighed outwardly and stared over her once immaculate kitchen. Catering for a full-blood Saiya-jin and two hybrid children was enough to drive anyone towards insanity, but adding to that another full-blood warrioress, plus recently Goku and Goten, plus Reizoku…she was ready to give up and simply commit herself to the nearest rubber room. Saiya-jin appetites were legendary, and Goten and Trunks took after their fathers in that respect. Between them, Kitara and Bra ate enough food in one meal to supply the Chikyuu Ou's entire military in one day, and Reizoku might not have been Saiya-jin, but he was no lightweight in that respect.
She half-heartedly picked up a stack of dishes and transferred them to the dishwasher. The universe's most powerful fighters and they couldn't even clean up after lunch.
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*Seven and eight years old, outnumbered by 2,500 Omizuu-jin to one Saiya- jin and one changeling, and both of them badly injured. They had only landed to try to refuel and get some food. What had they done to anger these people? *
Her aura had flared gold.
*Fifteen year old Rei lying unconscious next to his travel pod, the wounds across his chest dripping violet blood. His body so cold and pale as to be dead. She had stayed with him all night, curled against him, trying to keep him alive. He didn't deserve this…*
Her hair was rising with the force of the wind created by the ki surge.
*Her thirteenth birthday and she was spending it in a cave, huddled next to a dying fire while Rei tried to clean and heal her wounds. She was still so helpless without him…*
Gold sparks danced round her hunched body, like a badly functioning firecracker.
*Barely four years old, but she knew what was happening. The screams of violation from Koori and the sick grunts of pleasure from Koola…Rei had turned away from both the horrific scene and her terrified face, but she could tell he was crying. He had never learned how to suppress his power and regress through the forms of his body; a chibi image of Koruudo Frieza was curled next to her, shaking with fear and pure rage. She clutched his hand more firmly in her grasp, and felt him tug at her fuzzy brown tail. The sensation didn't bother her. She had learnt to walk holding onto his tail for balance…*
Black eyes flashed to green, red-black hair to blond…
*Ionia-sei. One of the few Trade outposts left. They hadn't taken kindly to the son of Frieza or the daughter of Vegeta; hell, they hadn't taken too kindly to their fathers, but had never had the guts to say it aloud. The two of them could hold their own in a fight, at least until…Ninjen-kai. The kisama gloating over them as they stared at his ultimate form. Only one possible course of action remained. Run and pray to the gods they wouldn't follow…*
…And she collapsed, the bubble of rage boiling inside of her retreating further and further into her heart. She gasped as she tried to force air back into her body, and nearly gagged as she felt Vegeta pick her up in his arms, barely aware of Goku deactivating the gravitron and opening the external door.
The Prince of all Saiya-jin gazed fondly at his daughter as she managed not to pass out from sheer exhaustion. To have reached that stage after barely a month was impressive, even for her. But she still couldn't access the rage she needed.
She would not be a Super Saiya-jin this day.
TBC