A/N: Alright I'm back, sorry for the long wait but I had to think real hard
and decide what I was going to reveal in this chapter. You know, so it's
better for the readers. I mean, I know what's going on right?
Cat: Or do you? Sometimes your intellect is questionable.
AG: . Yeah, that was real supportive of you.
Cat: I know ^.^
AG: -_-; Anyway I want to start the fic so let's get on with it!
Cat: Right, the disclaimer--- well I believe that in previous chapters we've been sufficiently clear so if you really need to see it the head back a couple chaps. 0.~* Enjoy!
***
Trunks had been studying texts and files for hours and still he found nothing. As frustrating as it was though, he knew he had to keep trying. It wasn't just for Angel though, something told him that there was more to this than what was there at first glance. He also had a feeling that Angel wasn't telling him something again.
He threw a pile of useless files, data, discs, and papers onto a small workstation behind himself. He knew that if he asked one of his dads library keepers he'd have what he needed in a few minutes; but he knew better than to trust ones so close to his dad at this point.
Annoyed, he threw a particularly large book across the room. He watched bitterly as it knocked some books and files off a nearby shelf. He sighed and walked over to the shelf to put them back. Trunks was just about to close a small book when he noticed an envelope tucked in-between a few pages. Curious, he turned to the envelope and opened it slowly, noticing that it wasn't sealed shut.
When Trunks opened it up he found a silver floppy disk, a pocket sized picture of a little baby girl, and another picture of a man. Trunks looked at the mans picture, noting every detail about him-still he couldn't seem to recognize him. He was a well-built man with broad shoulders, but he didn't look saiyin. He had curly chocolate brown hair and sparkling blue eyes that were full of curiosity and wonder. He grinned from ear to ear with a smile that he'd only seen once in his life.
"Angel." Trunks breathed still studying the small picture. He had lightly tanned skin and sunburn crept its way acrossed his nose going from cheek to cheek. Again, Trunks hit on the fact that this man couldn't possibly be a saiyin. He flipped the picture over and read aloud,
"Bobby Warner."
Then he turned to the disk for an answer or a label at least, but only found a jumble of numbers: 11-18-9-19-20-1.
He cocked an eyebrow and stared at the numbers stupidly for a few minutes. Suddenly, his eyes widened with realization. 'The numbers represent letters in the alphabet!' He thought.
Trunks narrowed his eyes in a furious attempt to deal out the letters for the numbers. When he finally spelled it out it read: K-R-I-S-T-A. Even though it bothered him that his dad had needed to put a seemingly useless file in code, he smiled at his small victory.
He pushed the books hurriedly on to the shelf and looked to the book he had pulled the envelope from so he could put it back when he was finished. Then he stuffed the disk in his pocket and cleaned up the remainder of his not- to-inconspicuous raid of his fathers past, present, and future.
When he was finished he jogged up the stairs taking them two at a time and ran to his bedroom. 'Maybe now,' he thought hopefully. 'I'll get some answers.
***
Angel opened her eyes softly denying the fact that she was sleeping on a cold cell floor and was calm about it. It had only just occurred to her that she was okay with her current surroundings. She had known her fun would end someday, even if it had come to a halt so abruptly. She decided that now was as good a time as any to end it.
She had made a few friends and ticked off the king one more time before had been exposed. Her mother's spirit had been kept alive within her, and she had done everything that she could for the oppressed people of the kingdom. Plus, on top of that, she had experienced her first kiss, with a prince none the less.
Angel smiled remembering the time. She had tried her best to mend things with Trunks, and even if silently, it seemed that he forgave her. So in truth, she had done her best.
She had also taken back her previous thoughts on being a witch by deducing the fact that she had done more good than cause pain. After all, most of what she took went to those who needed it more that she did.
Even though, it had been petty theft, she had wished that one day she could help people without breaking the law. And all though she hadn't managed to do so, she had filled hearts with hope and that's all that mattered in her eyes.
She closed her eyes and remembered the small boy she had been kind to on the first day she had come here, and being rewarded with a pleasant smile. She allowed herself to see the bright faces of the servants in the dinning hall as she played her flute. It made her laugh to think that in such a refined place they had never been graced with simple pleasure of music.
Angel rolled onto her back nonchalantly draping one of her heavy arms over her forehead. She unconsciously acknowledged the warmth that she felt by her ear, coming from the energy bands that turned her into a sloth. And to her annoyance, obliterating her natural speed and agility.
She sighed, remembering her favorite smile and reached up to touch her now dry lips.
"I only wish," She thought out loud but was cut short by the grinding of metal on stone.
***
Trunks logged into his computer and placed the disk into the disk drive. He waited patiently for it to load and blinked in confusion when a password box appeared. But then he just sighed knowing that his father was a vain man and there were only so many passwords that would please him. So he typed in the first thing that came to mind: Vegeta.
He smiled with grim satisfaction as the computer began to hum as it loaded the new settings. There were only three pages of information, but there was a picture of a young woman standing on the top of the page. Trunks studied her and knew instantly that this was Angel's mother.
She was a tall slim woman, but Trunks could tell she was strong. She had wild black saiyin hair that fell down her mid back. She wore a sleeveless white dress and simple brown shoes. Trunks smiled as he noted the white ribbon that fell around her ankle. Her eyes were a soft brown, and her skin was pale as if she had barely been in the sunlight, yet it sparkled with a sort of sun-kissed radiance.
Tearing his eyes from Krista's picture, Trunks scrolled down and read about her basic info.
Name: Krista
Age: 21
Power level: unknown, sufficient reading could not be acquired.
Status: 3rd class warrior.
Assignment: Mission Earth.
/Krista was sent to Earth with the warrior known as Kakarott, their mission was compromised by Frieza's invasion. Kakarott defeated Frieza and saved the Earth and Vegeta. Both saiyins found a mate on Earth. The king pardoned Kakarott's mate for not being saiyin for his defeat of Frieza. Krista's mate was a weak farmer and was a disgrace to the saiyin race and therefore executed. Krista disappeared from knowledge for nine months and was seen soon after with a small child in the village. After she had been sighted she was proclaimed an outlaw and wanted dead or alive for the half-breed child./
Trunks had to re-read those last few sentences before it clicked. Angel was half-human, no wonder her mother had been hunted down. But he still thought that there had to be something else that was driving his father to destroy Angel. So with not much more than a slight pause, he kept reading.
/She disappeared from knowledge and sight for another five years. Again she was seen in the village with her child. A somewhat accurate ki reading was taken here. She had an extremely high power level; but it is assumed that the scouter that provided this information had malfunctioned. Her whereabouts after the encounter had slipped from knowledge once again. A few months later she was seen again and apprehended near the desert valley outside the village. She was executed on the spot for her offenses and assaulting an elite officer. Her daughter was not found in the battle and was assumed dead in the crossfire./
Accessed the next page and found a picture of a girl maybe twelve years of age and automatically recognized her as Angel.
Name: Angel
Age: 12
Status: Wanted bandit; extremely dangerous. Power level: an exact level has yet to be acquired, nearing super saiyin levels.
Trunks stared at the last part. Only him, his father, Goku, Gohan and Gotenks had made it that high. And throughout the entire saiyin history, not one woman had come that close to reaching such high levels. He blinked and kept reading.
/Disappeared for seven years and only just recently is being constantly sighted in the village causing various acts of mischief and disrespect to the king. Has yet to be captured. Undefeated, in all battles. Considered very dangerous. It is assumed she has outside help. Whereabouts unknown./
There was very little on her father and only one page to go. He opened it up and stared at the page in disbelief. It was a page that looked like it had been photocopied from an old book. He scrolled down with a shaky hand and read:
//Strength lies in the heart. One who has the power of life will conceive a child who can end the sufferings of the people. One who was brought up with a forgotten love and hunted by power. Gifted with the strength to heal, she can save the land her people. She would unfasten the powers hold on life and bring peace and prosperity to the land. Known as the angelic one, she will be successful or be destroyed by a forlorn love. She has been sealed with the crest of the dove.//
Trunks stood up suddenly and backed away from the screen. None of this seemed real. If what this document for told was true, then his dad wanted Angel because she might overthrow him. Assuming that his father represented "the power" it referred to. He began to shake with rage, but he winced when he felt a sharp pain just below his shoulder blade. He tried to turn around but felt his knees weaken. He slowly sank to the ground and looked up to see a small boy with sandy blonde hair standing over him with a tranquilizer needle. Trunks eyes began to fill with blackness as his back hit the floor. He couldn't move, or talk, or raise his energy in any way to drive the fluid from his limbs. He felt his eyelids grow heavy as his brain faintly registered a soft click of the lock on his door, and the low hum of and energy barrier surrounding his room. He was trapped. Trunks was only able to utter one word before he fell into darkness.
"Angel."
***
Vegeta walked into Angel's cell and hurriedly sent a swift blow to her head with his foot. She crumpled unconscious once again. He turned and allowed the guards to pick her up and follow him out to the Village Square. He was so close, now was his time. ***
Pan paced around her room uncomfortably; her family already informed was sitting silently in the kitchen. They could hear the masses of people flocking to the Village Square. But they couldn't budge. Pan stared out her window and watched as the crowd parted for the king. She noticed the guards hauling a limp figure with them. Pan quickly shut the blinds and buried her face in her hands.
In the kitchen, Goku shut his eyes and bowed his head. He hoped and prayed that Vegeta would change his mind, but he was powerless to do anything to stop him. He could not interfere with what was about to happen. He sensed all that was going on and sighed causing his family to look up at him.
"It's time." He whispered.
***
Angel's eyes fluttered weakly open, as the king's grasp around her neck became apparent. She tensed when she became aware of her surrounding. She watched in horror, as tens of hundreds of people surrounded them. She looked at them, registering familiar faces as they turned away from her. Then her eyes drifted to the king. He smiled at her and turned to the crowd.
"So here is the infamous Angel," he spat. "And here she will die."
He turned his gaze back to her and placed a battle-scarred hand on her stomach, forming an energy blast in his palm.
"Here's a thought, you could always confess your power to me and heal yourself." He sneered mockingly.
Her eyes widened. No one, not even Pan knew about that.
"How did you---" she was cut short by Vegeta.
"I know everything." He whispered, and let the blast fly.
Angel's eyes widened in pain, shock, and confusion. Vegeta let her drop to the ground, bleeding, broken, and weak. She covered her wound with her hands and raised them again; a sticky red liquid was splattered across them. As she looked up all she could see was a blur of faces but all she could think of was Trunks. She wouldn't give into the king though and refused to use her power. She cried out as he kicked her in the side.
"Do it--- save yourself." He snarled.
She looked up at him and back down to her hands; her lifeblood covered them and slowly inched its way to the crowd as it spilled out onto the ground. But all she could think of was Trunks.
***
A/N: Well, there you have it. I'm so evil putting in a cliffie there and at such a key point in the story! ^.^
Cat: Well? So what happens next!
AG: Oh right. Next. Ummm----
Cat: AG!!
AG: hehe, just joshin' ya. Anywho next time Trunks wakes up to find that Vegeta has taken Angel to the Village Square, but he's weak and it doesn't look like he'll break away from the energy barrier his dad sent that little kid to sabotage him with. Meanwhile, Angel fights to live as Vegeta demands she show him her power. Angel is doing everything she can to resist his request, not wanting to give him what he wants. Will Trunks find a way to save her? Stay tuned!
Cat: Faints from the anticipation.
AG: *shrugs* Walks off to watch Rurouni Kenshin.
Cat: Or do you? Sometimes your intellect is questionable.
AG: . Yeah, that was real supportive of you.
Cat: I know ^.^
AG: -_-; Anyway I want to start the fic so let's get on with it!
Cat: Right, the disclaimer--- well I believe that in previous chapters we've been sufficiently clear so if you really need to see it the head back a couple chaps. 0.~* Enjoy!
***
Trunks had been studying texts and files for hours and still he found nothing. As frustrating as it was though, he knew he had to keep trying. It wasn't just for Angel though, something told him that there was more to this than what was there at first glance. He also had a feeling that Angel wasn't telling him something again.
He threw a pile of useless files, data, discs, and papers onto a small workstation behind himself. He knew that if he asked one of his dads library keepers he'd have what he needed in a few minutes; but he knew better than to trust ones so close to his dad at this point.
Annoyed, he threw a particularly large book across the room. He watched bitterly as it knocked some books and files off a nearby shelf. He sighed and walked over to the shelf to put them back. Trunks was just about to close a small book when he noticed an envelope tucked in-between a few pages. Curious, he turned to the envelope and opened it slowly, noticing that it wasn't sealed shut.
When Trunks opened it up he found a silver floppy disk, a pocket sized picture of a little baby girl, and another picture of a man. Trunks looked at the mans picture, noting every detail about him-still he couldn't seem to recognize him. He was a well-built man with broad shoulders, but he didn't look saiyin. He had curly chocolate brown hair and sparkling blue eyes that were full of curiosity and wonder. He grinned from ear to ear with a smile that he'd only seen once in his life.
"Angel." Trunks breathed still studying the small picture. He had lightly tanned skin and sunburn crept its way acrossed his nose going from cheek to cheek. Again, Trunks hit on the fact that this man couldn't possibly be a saiyin. He flipped the picture over and read aloud,
"Bobby Warner."
Then he turned to the disk for an answer or a label at least, but only found a jumble of numbers: 11-18-9-19-20-1.
He cocked an eyebrow and stared at the numbers stupidly for a few minutes. Suddenly, his eyes widened with realization. 'The numbers represent letters in the alphabet!' He thought.
Trunks narrowed his eyes in a furious attempt to deal out the letters for the numbers. When he finally spelled it out it read: K-R-I-S-T-A. Even though it bothered him that his dad had needed to put a seemingly useless file in code, he smiled at his small victory.
He pushed the books hurriedly on to the shelf and looked to the book he had pulled the envelope from so he could put it back when he was finished. Then he stuffed the disk in his pocket and cleaned up the remainder of his not- to-inconspicuous raid of his fathers past, present, and future.
When he was finished he jogged up the stairs taking them two at a time and ran to his bedroom. 'Maybe now,' he thought hopefully. 'I'll get some answers.
***
Angel opened her eyes softly denying the fact that she was sleeping on a cold cell floor and was calm about it. It had only just occurred to her that she was okay with her current surroundings. She had known her fun would end someday, even if it had come to a halt so abruptly. She decided that now was as good a time as any to end it.
She had made a few friends and ticked off the king one more time before had been exposed. Her mother's spirit had been kept alive within her, and she had done everything that she could for the oppressed people of the kingdom. Plus, on top of that, she had experienced her first kiss, with a prince none the less.
Angel smiled remembering the time. She had tried her best to mend things with Trunks, and even if silently, it seemed that he forgave her. So in truth, she had done her best.
She had also taken back her previous thoughts on being a witch by deducing the fact that she had done more good than cause pain. After all, most of what she took went to those who needed it more that she did.
Even though, it had been petty theft, she had wished that one day she could help people without breaking the law. And all though she hadn't managed to do so, she had filled hearts with hope and that's all that mattered in her eyes.
She closed her eyes and remembered the small boy she had been kind to on the first day she had come here, and being rewarded with a pleasant smile. She allowed herself to see the bright faces of the servants in the dinning hall as she played her flute. It made her laugh to think that in such a refined place they had never been graced with simple pleasure of music.
Angel rolled onto her back nonchalantly draping one of her heavy arms over her forehead. She unconsciously acknowledged the warmth that she felt by her ear, coming from the energy bands that turned her into a sloth. And to her annoyance, obliterating her natural speed and agility.
She sighed, remembering her favorite smile and reached up to touch her now dry lips.
"I only wish," She thought out loud but was cut short by the grinding of metal on stone.
***
Trunks logged into his computer and placed the disk into the disk drive. He waited patiently for it to load and blinked in confusion when a password box appeared. But then he just sighed knowing that his father was a vain man and there were only so many passwords that would please him. So he typed in the first thing that came to mind: Vegeta.
He smiled with grim satisfaction as the computer began to hum as it loaded the new settings. There were only three pages of information, but there was a picture of a young woman standing on the top of the page. Trunks studied her and knew instantly that this was Angel's mother.
She was a tall slim woman, but Trunks could tell she was strong. She had wild black saiyin hair that fell down her mid back. She wore a sleeveless white dress and simple brown shoes. Trunks smiled as he noted the white ribbon that fell around her ankle. Her eyes were a soft brown, and her skin was pale as if she had barely been in the sunlight, yet it sparkled with a sort of sun-kissed radiance.
Tearing his eyes from Krista's picture, Trunks scrolled down and read about her basic info.
Name: Krista
Age: 21
Power level: unknown, sufficient reading could not be acquired.
Status: 3rd class warrior.
Assignment: Mission Earth.
/Krista was sent to Earth with the warrior known as Kakarott, their mission was compromised by Frieza's invasion. Kakarott defeated Frieza and saved the Earth and Vegeta. Both saiyins found a mate on Earth. The king pardoned Kakarott's mate for not being saiyin for his defeat of Frieza. Krista's mate was a weak farmer and was a disgrace to the saiyin race and therefore executed. Krista disappeared from knowledge for nine months and was seen soon after with a small child in the village. After she had been sighted she was proclaimed an outlaw and wanted dead or alive for the half-breed child./
Trunks had to re-read those last few sentences before it clicked. Angel was half-human, no wonder her mother had been hunted down. But he still thought that there had to be something else that was driving his father to destroy Angel. So with not much more than a slight pause, he kept reading.
/She disappeared from knowledge and sight for another five years. Again she was seen in the village with her child. A somewhat accurate ki reading was taken here. She had an extremely high power level; but it is assumed that the scouter that provided this information had malfunctioned. Her whereabouts after the encounter had slipped from knowledge once again. A few months later she was seen again and apprehended near the desert valley outside the village. She was executed on the spot for her offenses and assaulting an elite officer. Her daughter was not found in the battle and was assumed dead in the crossfire./
Accessed the next page and found a picture of a girl maybe twelve years of age and automatically recognized her as Angel.
Name: Angel
Age: 12
Status: Wanted bandit; extremely dangerous. Power level: an exact level has yet to be acquired, nearing super saiyin levels.
Trunks stared at the last part. Only him, his father, Goku, Gohan and Gotenks had made it that high. And throughout the entire saiyin history, not one woman had come that close to reaching such high levels. He blinked and kept reading.
/Disappeared for seven years and only just recently is being constantly sighted in the village causing various acts of mischief and disrespect to the king. Has yet to be captured. Undefeated, in all battles. Considered very dangerous. It is assumed she has outside help. Whereabouts unknown./
There was very little on her father and only one page to go. He opened it up and stared at the page in disbelief. It was a page that looked like it had been photocopied from an old book. He scrolled down with a shaky hand and read:
//Strength lies in the heart. One who has the power of life will conceive a child who can end the sufferings of the people. One who was brought up with a forgotten love and hunted by power. Gifted with the strength to heal, she can save the land her people. She would unfasten the powers hold on life and bring peace and prosperity to the land. Known as the angelic one, she will be successful or be destroyed by a forlorn love. She has been sealed with the crest of the dove.//
Trunks stood up suddenly and backed away from the screen. None of this seemed real. If what this document for told was true, then his dad wanted Angel because she might overthrow him. Assuming that his father represented "the power" it referred to. He began to shake with rage, but he winced when he felt a sharp pain just below his shoulder blade. He tried to turn around but felt his knees weaken. He slowly sank to the ground and looked up to see a small boy with sandy blonde hair standing over him with a tranquilizer needle. Trunks eyes began to fill with blackness as his back hit the floor. He couldn't move, or talk, or raise his energy in any way to drive the fluid from his limbs. He felt his eyelids grow heavy as his brain faintly registered a soft click of the lock on his door, and the low hum of and energy barrier surrounding his room. He was trapped. Trunks was only able to utter one word before he fell into darkness.
"Angel."
***
Vegeta walked into Angel's cell and hurriedly sent a swift blow to her head with his foot. She crumpled unconscious once again. He turned and allowed the guards to pick her up and follow him out to the Village Square. He was so close, now was his time. ***
Pan paced around her room uncomfortably; her family already informed was sitting silently in the kitchen. They could hear the masses of people flocking to the Village Square. But they couldn't budge. Pan stared out her window and watched as the crowd parted for the king. She noticed the guards hauling a limp figure with them. Pan quickly shut the blinds and buried her face in her hands.
In the kitchen, Goku shut his eyes and bowed his head. He hoped and prayed that Vegeta would change his mind, but he was powerless to do anything to stop him. He could not interfere with what was about to happen. He sensed all that was going on and sighed causing his family to look up at him.
"It's time." He whispered.
***
Angel's eyes fluttered weakly open, as the king's grasp around her neck became apparent. She tensed when she became aware of her surrounding. She watched in horror, as tens of hundreds of people surrounded them. She looked at them, registering familiar faces as they turned away from her. Then her eyes drifted to the king. He smiled at her and turned to the crowd.
"So here is the infamous Angel," he spat. "And here she will die."
He turned his gaze back to her and placed a battle-scarred hand on her stomach, forming an energy blast in his palm.
"Here's a thought, you could always confess your power to me and heal yourself." He sneered mockingly.
Her eyes widened. No one, not even Pan knew about that.
"How did you---" she was cut short by Vegeta.
"I know everything." He whispered, and let the blast fly.
Angel's eyes widened in pain, shock, and confusion. Vegeta let her drop to the ground, bleeding, broken, and weak. She covered her wound with her hands and raised them again; a sticky red liquid was splattered across them. As she looked up all she could see was a blur of faces but all she could think of was Trunks. She wouldn't give into the king though and refused to use her power. She cried out as he kicked her in the side.
"Do it--- save yourself." He snarled.
She looked up at him and back down to her hands; her lifeblood covered them and slowly inched its way to the crowd as it spilled out onto the ground. But all she could think of was Trunks.
***
A/N: Well, there you have it. I'm so evil putting in a cliffie there and at such a key point in the story! ^.^
Cat: Well? So what happens next!
AG: Oh right. Next. Ummm----
Cat: AG!!
AG: hehe, just joshin' ya. Anywho next time Trunks wakes up to find that Vegeta has taken Angel to the Village Square, but he's weak and it doesn't look like he'll break away from the energy barrier his dad sent that little kid to sabotage him with. Meanwhile, Angel fights to live as Vegeta demands she show him her power. Angel is doing everything she can to resist his request, not wanting to give him what he wants. Will Trunks find a way to save her? Stay tuned!
Cat: Faints from the anticipation.
AG: *shrugs* Walks off to watch Rurouni Kenshin.