Hello after the wonderful review given courtesy of: trunks' legolas' and
inuyasha's dream maiden. I am continuing this story for the DBZ verse.
Tell me what you think and if this chapter sucks!
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Outside the window the woman could see the full moon. The brilliant orb of light seemed to lift some of her pain as she slowly released her precious creation unto the world.
The wind out side howled and the sea not far sent torrential waves unto the beaches. The heat in the room felt like fire and at the same it was the freezing of cold. The leaves of the weeping willow outside the window grew green and stretched towards the child, the love for the child even though not yet born became stronger. The room seemed to fill with an ageless spirit. Death only a fleeting wind, never truly there only a caress in the moonlight.
The child looked at her mother with wide eyes. Her eyes seemed to See, with an ancient wisdom. The young mother looked at her daughter and was startled by her eyes. Then as though they never were the child's eyes went back to the look of innocence they should have been. The man, gruff from years of no love, picked up his black haired daughter. He was surprised though he did not show it by the streak of blue that was in her ebony black hair. The man smirked as the little girls ebony tail curled around his wrist in a tender embrace.
The child had black eyes that sparkled making them look like the night sky in all its glory. Her skin was pale and smooth, her hands soft and delicate unlike the roughness of her fathers. She looks to his eyes and smiles at him. The man looks at the miracle that is hid first child.
The great saiyan lets his senses go and falls inward the aura he senses from his child under his probe gives him the feeling of peace from the purity of it.
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16 years later _______________________________________________________________________
"Sis! Wake up! Dad says it's time to train!"
"I need sleep trunks. Tell him I'll train after lunch."
"That will just get him mad again especially since you never showed up yesterday."
"Who ever said I wanted to enter the tournament."
It felt good and refreshing to be able to be normal. Well as normal as life gets. I am home schooled and I have only met one member of the Son family, but from the stories I have heard from mom I wish I could see them. But I am shy, no one ever found the reason why but I know. They are there the memories. Sometimes I sit outside and remember, remember, I lose myself to feel their spirits around me all crying in joy for the fact I have returned.
"Sis, you really got to quit daydreaming."
"Fine Trunks I will be out in a few minutes."
I got out of bed and but on a loose Gi (think of Goku's only more feminine with blue and black) and walked speedily out the door.
I wonder is my existence from the beginning created by accident or design. Is that a question that I want answered or is it one that should be left unanswered a mystery for all time. I feel as though a clock is ticking, just as it did when I was seven. That was the year that cell came and threatened to destroy the world.
That was the battle that I could not help with this body was to small and the style of fighting still new. I wonder if I could of helped or would I have made things worse. People say that there is no use dwelling on the past but what is it that is left for me if not the past. I have no true future for one day the cosmos will again claim it's own.
I smile at my father when I get to the training room. He only sneers at me. This is the life I have been born into. I practice while my super saiyan brother and father battle it out. I smirk if my father only new that had I wished it I could have been a super saiyan the day of my birth.
"Kat, I do not see you training."
"I was thinking."
"Until you reach super saiyan you can't just stop and think."
Until this point I did not know that I could be this angry with my father, what was life if you never had love? He always ignored me, him the prince of a race that was a part of the empire that I would someday rule.
I let go of my restraints my rage a tangible thing, I looked into his cold black eyes, and my eyes shot him the challenge. I let my power rise, first super saiyan and then I let it go farther skipping level two to go strait to level three. My brother looked at me. My father looked as though he had been beaten to the ground.
I had done something that no saiyan had ever accomplished except for maybe Goku though I only knew that from my moon mother. I looked at his eyes and I showed him the pain that was concealed by life times of no love. He stared at me and nodded he gave me his respect though it is not what I really wanted I knew that it was not something that he was capable of giving, not yet.
"I have been a super saiyan for many years I reached this level three months ago. And if I wanted I think I could go to level four. (Could anyone send me the description of this?) You have no right to push me, you may be my father by blood but in heart I never had anyone to call that, all because you closed your heart."
"I have my own reason's for being closed off and you can never understand."
"At least when you were beaten and abused it was never by someone you loved and trusted." I told him my eyes colder than his.
"When did such a thing happen to you?"
"In my memories."
I walked out and I was never asked to go back for the time being at least. Though through out the time I was waiting for the tournament I trained until that fateful day arrived. Was it to be or would we all die in the coming battle? I did not know but I would soon find out.
Tell me what you think and if this chapter sucks!
CTMW~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ___________________________________________________________
Outside the window the woman could see the full moon. The brilliant orb of light seemed to lift some of her pain as she slowly released her precious creation unto the world.
The wind out side howled and the sea not far sent torrential waves unto the beaches. The heat in the room felt like fire and at the same it was the freezing of cold. The leaves of the weeping willow outside the window grew green and stretched towards the child, the love for the child even though not yet born became stronger. The room seemed to fill with an ageless spirit. Death only a fleeting wind, never truly there only a caress in the moonlight.
The child looked at her mother with wide eyes. Her eyes seemed to See, with an ancient wisdom. The young mother looked at her daughter and was startled by her eyes. Then as though they never were the child's eyes went back to the look of innocence they should have been. The man, gruff from years of no love, picked up his black haired daughter. He was surprised though he did not show it by the streak of blue that was in her ebony black hair. The man smirked as the little girls ebony tail curled around his wrist in a tender embrace.
The child had black eyes that sparkled making them look like the night sky in all its glory. Her skin was pale and smooth, her hands soft and delicate unlike the roughness of her fathers. She looks to his eyes and smiles at him. The man looks at the miracle that is hid first child.
The great saiyan lets his senses go and falls inward the aura he senses from his child under his probe gives him the feeling of peace from the purity of it.
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16 years later _______________________________________________________________________
"Sis! Wake up! Dad says it's time to train!"
"I need sleep trunks. Tell him I'll train after lunch."
"That will just get him mad again especially since you never showed up yesterday."
"Who ever said I wanted to enter the tournament."
It felt good and refreshing to be able to be normal. Well as normal as life gets. I am home schooled and I have only met one member of the Son family, but from the stories I have heard from mom I wish I could see them. But I am shy, no one ever found the reason why but I know. They are there the memories. Sometimes I sit outside and remember, remember, I lose myself to feel their spirits around me all crying in joy for the fact I have returned.
"Sis, you really got to quit daydreaming."
"Fine Trunks I will be out in a few minutes."
I got out of bed and but on a loose Gi (think of Goku's only more feminine with blue and black) and walked speedily out the door.
I wonder is my existence from the beginning created by accident or design. Is that a question that I want answered or is it one that should be left unanswered a mystery for all time. I feel as though a clock is ticking, just as it did when I was seven. That was the year that cell came and threatened to destroy the world.
That was the battle that I could not help with this body was to small and the style of fighting still new. I wonder if I could of helped or would I have made things worse. People say that there is no use dwelling on the past but what is it that is left for me if not the past. I have no true future for one day the cosmos will again claim it's own.
I smile at my father when I get to the training room. He only sneers at me. This is the life I have been born into. I practice while my super saiyan brother and father battle it out. I smirk if my father only new that had I wished it I could have been a super saiyan the day of my birth.
"Kat, I do not see you training."
"I was thinking."
"Until you reach super saiyan you can't just stop and think."
Until this point I did not know that I could be this angry with my father, what was life if you never had love? He always ignored me, him the prince of a race that was a part of the empire that I would someday rule.
I let go of my restraints my rage a tangible thing, I looked into his cold black eyes, and my eyes shot him the challenge. I let my power rise, first super saiyan and then I let it go farther skipping level two to go strait to level three. My brother looked at me. My father looked as though he had been beaten to the ground.
I had done something that no saiyan had ever accomplished except for maybe Goku though I only knew that from my moon mother. I looked at his eyes and I showed him the pain that was concealed by life times of no love. He stared at me and nodded he gave me his respect though it is not what I really wanted I knew that it was not something that he was capable of giving, not yet.
"I have been a super saiyan for many years I reached this level three months ago. And if I wanted I think I could go to level four. (Could anyone send me the description of this?) You have no right to push me, you may be my father by blood but in heart I never had anyone to call that, all because you closed your heart."
"I have my own reason's for being closed off and you can never understand."
"At least when you were beaten and abused it was never by someone you loved and trusted." I told him my eyes colder than his.
"When did such a thing happen to you?"
"In my memories."
I walked out and I was never asked to go back for the time being at least. Though through out the time I was waiting for the tournament I trained until that fateful day arrived. Was it to be or would we all die in the coming battle? I did not know but I would soon find out.