TITLE: Her Light Shines Through
AUHTOR: Echo the Nymph
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the show.
Chapter 2
Anemone kept silent as she eyed the baseball game. Gohan, you are such a trip. He was trying to conceal his unusual strength, but wasn't succeeding. He was lucky that he was half saiya-jin, with the way that Sharpner threw the ball when he pitched it. That guy is such a... Better not say that. Grass tickled her feet as she stood in line for the gymnastics she had to undergo.
"Anemone, get on the balance beam."
"Hai." She easily leapt up onto the beam, and went through the routine that they had been shown earlier. Her grace was shocking to the other teens that had been assigned gymnastics today. Was this girl some sort of gymnast or did she have a different secret? How could one girl be so graceful and yet, seem so strong at once? Anemone flipped off of the beam, startling them again. Whoa, it was harder than I thought to keep my abilities under wraps. I'm glad that's over. She shifted her attention to the sky above her. Clouds floated serenly from horizon to horizon giving no indication of what winds blew them.
The other teens went through the routine, trying to do their best, but none of them living up to the standard that Anemone had set. Then, a whistle blew, signaling the end to the day's gym class. They left the fields quickly, going to their lockers. Sharpner found Gohan at his locker, getting his belongings so that he could go home. "Hey, Gohan, what clubs have you joined?"
He looked over at him shocked. "I haven't joined any. I have to get home as quickly as possible, or my mother would have a fit." Anemone came up to him, glaring at the blond boy in front of them.
"Don't even mention wrestling. From what I've seen of that sport, it is full of acting." Her tone was slightly annoyed. "Come on, we should go. Both of us have quite a ways to go to get home." They left the building, and walked over to a hidden place, sensing that a ki was following them.
Anemone looked down from the roof they'd leapt up on. "It's Videl. She must suspect the truth about what happened this morning." Her eyes followed Mr. Satan's daughter until she knew it was safe for them to fly. "We can go now."
"Aa. Let's go before she decides to come back." They lifted off into the sky, a white and blue aura surrounding them respectively. "All this talk about the Golden Warrior is driving me crazy. Do you think Bulma may be able to help out?"
"Well, if you insist on playing hero, she could make you a disguise. It won't be the most fashionable thing around, but it'll do the job." Anemone sped up with a burst of bright blue. He suppressed laughter at her attitude, then a burst of white surrounded him as he increased his speed.
Thirty minutes after he'd told her about his problem, he was trying the disguise on. "So, all I have to do is press this red button?" He pressed it down, and the suit appeared on him in place of his school clothes.
"Do they fit?" Bulma inquired.
"Better than fit, Bulma. Thanks. I've got to go!" Gohan flew off from their front lawn.
"I don't think I want one of those after all."
"Why would you, Trunks? Could you imagine Vegeta's reaction if you dressed like that?" Anemone pointed out. He chuckled, understanding her point. His father's training was hard enough, and would probably get harder if he was caught like that. "I'd better get going. Homework." She vanished into the building, and went to her room. Tenkaichi Budokais, ne? Well, let's see... Her hands sorted through the old books that the Briefs had stored. Ah! Here it is. This is the official description of the first tournament Goku was in. That was the one that was assigned to me.
She sat down, easily compiling her research quickly and thoroughly. Once she finished her report, she leaned back in her chair. That was easier than what I thought. Now I can train. All of this sitting around isn't good for me. Anemone got back to her feet, and went into the gym. She warmed up with simple stretching exercises before moving into the martial arts. Many of her moves blurred out of sight as she burned off the excess energy.
The clock tolled, signaling the hour to her. She stopped in her motions abruptly. It was time to cool down. Her stretching was slow, showing that she was trying to calm down excited muscles. Anemone suppressed a yawn as she climbed the stairs to go to bed. Not a good idea to train so late. With school to go to now, I need to get more rest so I won't fall asleep in class.
The amazon got into her room and closed her curtains before getting ready for bed. She crawled under the blankets as dreamland began to make its claim on her. Troubled, her mind dreamt of the past; a time when she had been deep in the mountains.
~*
The sun fell below the horizon, casting brilliant hues over the western sky. Stars twinkled above them, offering peace and hope. Yet such times were not to be had that night. A loud crash woke Anemone from her slumber. The scent of smoke permeated the air about her. "Fire!" she cried in an astonished tone.
Together, three small warriors shot into the forest, using their ki to extinguish the flames raging about them. A forest, devastated by the flames of a wildfire and full of wildlife that now had no home.
Abruptly, her dream switched scenes. Below her was a brown and dying planet. The only thing green was the tree before them; a tree that had done this. A loud roar caught her attention, one she recognized through the explosion. She gathered her ki together, glaring at the evil warrior before her. "I don't have time for this. GALE FORCE!!!!" Her attack hit home, knocking him from the sky and the battle.
Swiftly, she flew down through the hole in the ground, thoroughly expecting the worst. Gohan was in oozaru, holding his father in a crushing grip. "Gohan, stop!" His red gaze shifted to her. A low rumble filled the small cavern. "Gohan, it's me, Anemone. Remember? Do you remember what we did on Namek?" A look of comprehension came to his ape face. He dropped his father as a small dragon flew up. His crooning further calmed the beast that a young boy had become.
"What? He should have no control over what he does." Turles grumbled. A young laugh drew his attention to the hovering child.
"You do not know of the strength of the heart. And as long as you don't, you will never understand how the survivors have found peace." Only then did he see the tag hanging around her neck. Even from the distance he was at, he could read the words written there.
So, she's Vegeta Ouji's cousin. I had thought that all the infants had perished. No wonder the kid responded to her; she's of the Royal House. "Really?" He drew aim and fired.
*~
She sat up sharply, breathing hard. The glowing red numbers on her alarm clock indicated that it was just past midnight. Anemone wiped cold sweat off her brow. I rarely dream of past events. What could be going on here? The amazon got to her feet and silently padded down to the kitchen. Even in the darkness of the night, she navagated her way easily. Once there, the cold tiles further struck sleep from her. Opening a cupboard, she pulled out a glass and filled it with water.
Why did my memory upset me so much? I guess it was because I dream of events like that when danger is near. But from what place?
AUHTOR: Echo the Nymph
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the show.
Chapter 2
Anemone kept silent as she eyed the baseball game. Gohan, you are such a trip. He was trying to conceal his unusual strength, but wasn't succeeding. He was lucky that he was half saiya-jin, with the way that Sharpner threw the ball when he pitched it. That guy is such a... Better not say that. Grass tickled her feet as she stood in line for the gymnastics she had to undergo.
"Anemone, get on the balance beam."
"Hai." She easily leapt up onto the beam, and went through the routine that they had been shown earlier. Her grace was shocking to the other teens that had been assigned gymnastics today. Was this girl some sort of gymnast or did she have a different secret? How could one girl be so graceful and yet, seem so strong at once? Anemone flipped off of the beam, startling them again. Whoa, it was harder than I thought to keep my abilities under wraps. I'm glad that's over. She shifted her attention to the sky above her. Clouds floated serenly from horizon to horizon giving no indication of what winds blew them.
The other teens went through the routine, trying to do their best, but none of them living up to the standard that Anemone had set. Then, a whistle blew, signaling the end to the day's gym class. They left the fields quickly, going to their lockers. Sharpner found Gohan at his locker, getting his belongings so that he could go home. "Hey, Gohan, what clubs have you joined?"
He looked over at him shocked. "I haven't joined any. I have to get home as quickly as possible, or my mother would have a fit." Anemone came up to him, glaring at the blond boy in front of them.
"Don't even mention wrestling. From what I've seen of that sport, it is full of acting." Her tone was slightly annoyed. "Come on, we should go. Both of us have quite a ways to go to get home." They left the building, and walked over to a hidden place, sensing that a ki was following them.
Anemone looked down from the roof they'd leapt up on. "It's Videl. She must suspect the truth about what happened this morning." Her eyes followed Mr. Satan's daughter until she knew it was safe for them to fly. "We can go now."
"Aa. Let's go before she decides to come back." They lifted off into the sky, a white and blue aura surrounding them respectively. "All this talk about the Golden Warrior is driving me crazy. Do you think Bulma may be able to help out?"
"Well, if you insist on playing hero, she could make you a disguise. It won't be the most fashionable thing around, but it'll do the job." Anemone sped up with a burst of bright blue. He suppressed laughter at her attitude, then a burst of white surrounded him as he increased his speed.
Thirty minutes after he'd told her about his problem, he was trying the disguise on. "So, all I have to do is press this red button?" He pressed it down, and the suit appeared on him in place of his school clothes.
"Do they fit?" Bulma inquired.
"Better than fit, Bulma. Thanks. I've got to go!" Gohan flew off from their front lawn.
"I don't think I want one of those after all."
"Why would you, Trunks? Could you imagine Vegeta's reaction if you dressed like that?" Anemone pointed out. He chuckled, understanding her point. His father's training was hard enough, and would probably get harder if he was caught like that. "I'd better get going. Homework." She vanished into the building, and went to her room. Tenkaichi Budokais, ne? Well, let's see... Her hands sorted through the old books that the Briefs had stored. Ah! Here it is. This is the official description of the first tournament Goku was in. That was the one that was assigned to me.
She sat down, easily compiling her research quickly and thoroughly. Once she finished her report, she leaned back in her chair. That was easier than what I thought. Now I can train. All of this sitting around isn't good for me. Anemone got back to her feet, and went into the gym. She warmed up with simple stretching exercises before moving into the martial arts. Many of her moves blurred out of sight as she burned off the excess energy.
The clock tolled, signaling the hour to her. She stopped in her motions abruptly. It was time to cool down. Her stretching was slow, showing that she was trying to calm down excited muscles. Anemone suppressed a yawn as she climbed the stairs to go to bed. Not a good idea to train so late. With school to go to now, I need to get more rest so I won't fall asleep in class.
The amazon got into her room and closed her curtains before getting ready for bed. She crawled under the blankets as dreamland began to make its claim on her. Troubled, her mind dreamt of the past; a time when she had been deep in the mountains.
~*
The sun fell below the horizon, casting brilliant hues over the western sky. Stars twinkled above them, offering peace and hope. Yet such times were not to be had that night. A loud crash woke Anemone from her slumber. The scent of smoke permeated the air about her. "Fire!" she cried in an astonished tone.
Together, three small warriors shot into the forest, using their ki to extinguish the flames raging about them. A forest, devastated by the flames of a wildfire and full of wildlife that now had no home.
Abruptly, her dream switched scenes. Below her was a brown and dying planet. The only thing green was the tree before them; a tree that had done this. A loud roar caught her attention, one she recognized through the explosion. She gathered her ki together, glaring at the evil warrior before her. "I don't have time for this. GALE FORCE!!!!" Her attack hit home, knocking him from the sky and the battle.
Swiftly, she flew down through the hole in the ground, thoroughly expecting the worst. Gohan was in oozaru, holding his father in a crushing grip. "Gohan, stop!" His red gaze shifted to her. A low rumble filled the small cavern. "Gohan, it's me, Anemone. Remember? Do you remember what we did on Namek?" A look of comprehension came to his ape face. He dropped his father as a small dragon flew up. His crooning further calmed the beast that a young boy had become.
"What? He should have no control over what he does." Turles grumbled. A young laugh drew his attention to the hovering child.
"You do not know of the strength of the heart. And as long as you don't, you will never understand how the survivors have found peace." Only then did he see the tag hanging around her neck. Even from the distance he was at, he could read the words written there.
So, she's Vegeta Ouji's cousin. I had thought that all the infants had perished. No wonder the kid responded to her; she's of the Royal House. "Really?" He drew aim and fired.
*~
She sat up sharply, breathing hard. The glowing red numbers on her alarm clock indicated that it was just past midnight. Anemone wiped cold sweat off her brow. I rarely dream of past events. What could be going on here? The amazon got to her feet and silently padded down to the kitchen. Even in the darkness of the night, she navagated her way easily. Once there, the cold tiles further struck sleep from her. Opening a cupboard, she pulled out a glass and filled it with water.
Why did my memory upset me so much? I guess it was because I dream of events like that when danger is near. But from what place?