Chapter 2
"Kit.Kit?.Kit! Wake up!" Dende yelled, shaking Kitandra while she just dreamed happily. "Oh my god! Look it's a tall blonde man who's tripping.very, very slowly." Dende shouted as Kit sprung up.
"Where? Where?" she asked looking in all directions. Dende laughed at his accomplishment, and soon grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of bed. She stretched once she got up, and quickly stopped in the middle of her yawn as she felt a sharp pain in her side. Piccolo wasn't making her training fun, and when she finally settled down and concentrated, he made it even harder. He had been pushing her to the max, and testing her abilities to the fullest. Just three days ago he noticed how close the tournament was and he gave her an unforgettable work out in the Gravity room. She spent a year in the same cycle. fight, eat, fight, sleep, fight, eat some more, skip sleeping, and then fight again. It wasn't the most enchanting year she had ever experienced and she was glad when a year had past, and there was no more food. When they emerged from the room their clothes were torn and they were breathing heavy. Although Piccolo gave her hell, she only returned the favor.showing him her potential, although she didn't even give him a taste of 1/16th of her true power. She didn't feel it was necessary to tell him the truth about her power, seeing how he was almost literally blown away with such a small amount.
"You better get dressed, the World Martial Arts Tournament is today.and breakfast is ready." Dende said bringing her back to reality. Kit rubbed her stomach, smiled and disappeared from sight.
"Hi Piccolo!" Kit screamed in his ear, appearing right behind him. He covered his ear, but her voice continued to echo throughout it.
"Hello Kitandra.I expect you slept well enough." Piccolo returned the greeting, although his voice was the same quiet, deep tone it always was.
"Ha, yeah.well enough." she said sitting down next to him and eyeing the scrambled eggs in front of her. She picked up her fork and with great force and speed she devoured everything on her plate, and when she was finished was surprised to see another one already prepared for her. "Ah, you guys know me too well!" she said continuing to eat, acting as if she had been starved for years on end.
"No, we know Saiyans too well." Piccolo said to himself, but then again he was getting to know Kit better, after all he did spend two years with her already, training her.he could probably give a list of all her outfits and put them in the order of which she liked the most and which the least. Kit turned her head and looked at the side of Piccolo's, waiting for his to face her. "Yes, you can have mine." he said, knowing exactly what she wanted.
"Thank you, Piccolo!" Kit said, as he moved his arms and she took his plate and started eating his food too. Dende knew what was going happen if she finished before him, so he raced to finish his meal first, and to his surprise, he did. "So when are we going?" she asked standing up and pushing her chair in.
"First, you might want to change." Piccolo replied, unwilling to say anything until Kit changed out of the clothes she wore to bed, a light blue tank top and baggy, midnight blue night pants with green snowflakes on them, that glowed in the dark.
"But.But they glow!" she exclaimed excitedly pointing at the snowflakes.
"How entertaining.now go get changed." he demanded, starting a conversation with Dende. About 2 minutes later a sweet scent entered the room, and following it trailed Kit, dressed in a pair of jeans that faded from blue to white, and tight, green tube top. Her hair was in a bun, and a few strands had fallen loose. Dende and Piccolo just sat and stared at Kitandra as she walked into the room like the Princess that she was.
"Are you satisfied Piccolo?" she asked placing a hand on her hip and using the other to brush some of the loose hair out of her face. Piccolo nodded, and rose from his seat as he reached for his cloak and turban to complete his ensemble. "Are you coming too, Dende?" Dende shook his head. He had already explained that he was much to busy to go with them, but she figured she would ask one last time before they left.
"Ok, listen to me Kit.they don't know about you, and I'd like to keep it that way, so you will be the last to try and qualify, and before the fight starts you can go off and shop if you would like." Piccolo said, throwing in the last comment so that she wouldn't fight back too much.
"Shop.umm.ok! Sounds pretty good to me! So just tell me this though.when they draw to see who fights whom.what do I do then?" she gave in with one final question.
"All you have to do is stay out of sight, when they see that you are not present then they will pick for you." He answered, as if he had everything planned for his benefit. "Any more questions?" Piccolo finished searching her face, and noticing that she completely understood. "Now when we go down, I want you to stay out of sight.no one must see you, and if they do, please don't make a big seen.also.you might want to get rid of that." He added as a last remark, pointing to her tail that was comfortably wrapped around her waist.
"Ahh.no! Sorry but he stays with me!" she yelled grabbing her tail quickly and softly stroking it like a protective parent. Dende laughed, and Piccolo gave a bored look as he jumped off the side of the look out, and began to fly to the tournament site, Kit quickly followed.
A few minutes later Piccolo landed behind a group of 11, some apparently fighters, and 2 teenage boys. Kit did as she was told and lurked out of sight; she had been perfecting her ability to cloak her ki to the point where even Piccolo couldn't sense her. She peeked her head around a large tree and scanned the group. Most of them had kind faces, although one had a, ugly scar across the eye, but the rest seemed friendly. Her eyes brushed over a short man with messy black hair, who was standing next to a tall blonde woman. *What an odd couple* she thought, as her gaze continued. She froze when a semi-short man entered her sight. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, and a look on his face; in it's own way expressing his hate for public events. Kit knew who this man was, his pitch- black hair, his narrow eyes, and muscular body.this was her father.
"So, Dad.when can we fight?" a teenage boy asked her father. Kit almost lost control over her ki at hearing that, and Vegeta and Piccolo both looked in her direction, but she dodged out of view right in the nick of time, and pressed her back against the tree. *That was a close one Kit* she told herself, afraid it might happen again. The group finally walked on, Vegeta and Piccolo leading the pack, their impatience shining through. When they were out of view Kit stood up right, and slightly stretched.that was her father, and he had a son.then a gain she shouldn't have expected him to stay alone forever, but she was still amazed to see him again, although he looked almost exactly the same as he did before. She sighed deeply, as she trailed behind that group, trying to blend in. she stepped up to the registration counter, and stated her name and her desire to compete in the tournament. They handed her a number that told when she would be trying to qualify, 13, she handed the number back and requested a different one.the last one. The group broke into separate smaller ones, as the ones fighting went in a separate direction. Kit followed Piccolo, Gohan, Goku, Vegeta, Krillin, 18, Goten, and Trunks as they entered a large tunnel leading to a locker room.
"Her?" ChiChi asked quietly, pointing to Kit.
"Yep.that's her.she has been following them since we started walking." Bulma said a bit louder, at that Kit looked back and noticed their eyes following her. She stood in her place, and simply gave them a stern stare that told them she knew what they were saying, and that sent chills up their spines.
"Oh no, I hope she's not after Goku!" ChiChi wined.
"You have nothing to worry about.I have no desire to harm anyone." Kit yelled towards them, smiling kindly and beginning to go to the ladies locker room. She entered the room, put her gym bag on the bench and take out a pair of spandex shorts and a black halter-top. She pulled on the shorts and changed shirts, and after looking at herself in the mirror she pulled out a pair of gray sweat pants and slipped that over her shorts.
"Cute outfit." A woman complimented from behind her. Kit spun around to find the short, messy haired man's wife.
"Thank you, my name's Kit.you?" she replied slightly blushing from the compliment.
"I'm 18." The woman replied extending her hand, as Kit took it. "I'm going to meet up with my husband now, and his friends.would you like to come?" she asked, trying to be friendly.
"Uh.actually, I have to meet up with someone.sorry.but thank you for invitation." Kit apologized after almost taking her up on her offer, but that would mean she might run into her father, and she couldn't have that. She picked up her bag and headed toward the door, but stopped right before leaving. "Good luck, 18!" she said with a warm smile and then left in a hurry to be with Piccolo, instead of by herself.
"Oh! Sorry!" Kit said surprised as she accidentally walked into a man.
"Humph! Watch where you're going girl!" the man said sternly. Kit knew that voice and looked up to him at once.
"Oh.so sorry.Vegeta!" Kit said sarcastically, seeing if he would catch on. Vegeta's eyes widened.he knew this girl.but from where?
"You know her dad?" Trunks asked confused at the fact that his father would have anything to do with a woman who wasn't Bulma.
"Dude.if you know her.can you introduce me!" Goten said, tilting his head slightly and directing his attention to her ass.
"Ha ha.in your dreams, kid!" Kit said walking away quickly, but turned around to say one last thing. "Oh, and Vegeta.Think real hard.I know you know who I am.but don't worry.you'll be reminded later.I can guarantee it! See ya later.in the ring!"
"Hey! Can I get your number?" Goten shouted as she walked out of sight. Trunks put his hand on his forehead and slapped the back of Goten's head with his other. "Owe.what was that for?" he asked bewildered.
"Smooth.real smooth, Goten." Trunks said as he walked on with the others. Piccolo slyly snuck away from the group and headed in the direction Kit had gone a few minutes before.
"What were you thinking when you pulled that stunt?" Piccolo asked enraged.
"Don't worry so much Piccolo.he doesn't know who I am.well, he does.but he can't remember.so I figured I'd screw with his head." she said smiling evilly. Piccolo shadowed over her, causing her to back into the wall, he slammed his hand against the wall, right next to her head, making her jump slightly. "Piccolo?" Kit's eyes met his, and in them she could actually see concern. "I don't see what's so wrong with letting him know it's me.you don't understand Piccolo.I was happy with my father.before Frieza ended my life." Kit said a tear rolling down her cheek. Wrapped her arms around Piccolo's neck and hugged him while she cried into his shoulder. He just stood there, not sure what to do, not sure if he should do what he wanted to, what he dreamed of doing. She pulled her head away from his shoulder and she looked up into his eyes once again. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she knew she looked like a fool, but all she could manage to do was give a weak smile, and then look away. When she broke their gaze, and turned her head, Piccolo noticed something on her neck. He brushed her hair off her neck, and she brought her head to face him questionably.
"What's this?" he asked as he placed his hand gently on her neck and swept his thumb over what looked like a tattoo of a crescent moon, with a diamond connecting the two end points of the figure.
"That would be the crest of the Royal Saiyan family. every one in the family is required to have it somewhere on them.I got this when I was a year old.my father has one on his shoulder blade.and my mother has it on her ankle." Kit said placing her hand over Piccolo's. She sighed once again. "We should probably get going." she concluded, but acted as if there was something else she wanted to say. Piccolo watched her walk away.what did he just do? What did he feel right then? What ever it was, it was alien to his emotions, but he definitely like whatever it was.
"Kit.Kit?.Kit! Wake up!" Dende yelled, shaking Kitandra while she just dreamed happily. "Oh my god! Look it's a tall blonde man who's tripping.very, very slowly." Dende shouted as Kit sprung up.
"Where? Where?" she asked looking in all directions. Dende laughed at his accomplishment, and soon grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of bed. She stretched once she got up, and quickly stopped in the middle of her yawn as she felt a sharp pain in her side. Piccolo wasn't making her training fun, and when she finally settled down and concentrated, he made it even harder. He had been pushing her to the max, and testing her abilities to the fullest. Just three days ago he noticed how close the tournament was and he gave her an unforgettable work out in the Gravity room. She spent a year in the same cycle. fight, eat, fight, sleep, fight, eat some more, skip sleeping, and then fight again. It wasn't the most enchanting year she had ever experienced and she was glad when a year had past, and there was no more food. When they emerged from the room their clothes were torn and they were breathing heavy. Although Piccolo gave her hell, she only returned the favor.showing him her potential, although she didn't even give him a taste of 1/16th of her true power. She didn't feel it was necessary to tell him the truth about her power, seeing how he was almost literally blown away with such a small amount.
"You better get dressed, the World Martial Arts Tournament is today.and breakfast is ready." Dende said bringing her back to reality. Kit rubbed her stomach, smiled and disappeared from sight.
"Hi Piccolo!" Kit screamed in his ear, appearing right behind him. He covered his ear, but her voice continued to echo throughout it.
"Hello Kitandra.I expect you slept well enough." Piccolo returned the greeting, although his voice was the same quiet, deep tone it always was.
"Ha, yeah.well enough." she said sitting down next to him and eyeing the scrambled eggs in front of her. She picked up her fork and with great force and speed she devoured everything on her plate, and when she was finished was surprised to see another one already prepared for her. "Ah, you guys know me too well!" she said continuing to eat, acting as if she had been starved for years on end.
"No, we know Saiyans too well." Piccolo said to himself, but then again he was getting to know Kit better, after all he did spend two years with her already, training her.he could probably give a list of all her outfits and put them in the order of which she liked the most and which the least. Kit turned her head and looked at the side of Piccolo's, waiting for his to face her. "Yes, you can have mine." he said, knowing exactly what she wanted.
"Thank you, Piccolo!" Kit said, as he moved his arms and she took his plate and started eating his food too. Dende knew what was going happen if she finished before him, so he raced to finish his meal first, and to his surprise, he did. "So when are we going?" she asked standing up and pushing her chair in.
"First, you might want to change." Piccolo replied, unwilling to say anything until Kit changed out of the clothes she wore to bed, a light blue tank top and baggy, midnight blue night pants with green snowflakes on them, that glowed in the dark.
"But.But they glow!" she exclaimed excitedly pointing at the snowflakes.
"How entertaining.now go get changed." he demanded, starting a conversation with Dende. About 2 minutes later a sweet scent entered the room, and following it trailed Kit, dressed in a pair of jeans that faded from blue to white, and tight, green tube top. Her hair was in a bun, and a few strands had fallen loose. Dende and Piccolo just sat and stared at Kitandra as she walked into the room like the Princess that she was.
"Are you satisfied Piccolo?" she asked placing a hand on her hip and using the other to brush some of the loose hair out of her face. Piccolo nodded, and rose from his seat as he reached for his cloak and turban to complete his ensemble. "Are you coming too, Dende?" Dende shook his head. He had already explained that he was much to busy to go with them, but she figured she would ask one last time before they left.
"Ok, listen to me Kit.they don't know about you, and I'd like to keep it that way, so you will be the last to try and qualify, and before the fight starts you can go off and shop if you would like." Piccolo said, throwing in the last comment so that she wouldn't fight back too much.
"Shop.umm.ok! Sounds pretty good to me! So just tell me this though.when they draw to see who fights whom.what do I do then?" she gave in with one final question.
"All you have to do is stay out of sight, when they see that you are not present then they will pick for you." He answered, as if he had everything planned for his benefit. "Any more questions?" Piccolo finished searching her face, and noticing that she completely understood. "Now when we go down, I want you to stay out of sight.no one must see you, and if they do, please don't make a big seen.also.you might want to get rid of that." He added as a last remark, pointing to her tail that was comfortably wrapped around her waist.
"Ahh.no! Sorry but he stays with me!" she yelled grabbing her tail quickly and softly stroking it like a protective parent. Dende laughed, and Piccolo gave a bored look as he jumped off the side of the look out, and began to fly to the tournament site, Kit quickly followed.
A few minutes later Piccolo landed behind a group of 11, some apparently fighters, and 2 teenage boys. Kit did as she was told and lurked out of sight; she had been perfecting her ability to cloak her ki to the point where even Piccolo couldn't sense her. She peeked her head around a large tree and scanned the group. Most of them had kind faces, although one had a, ugly scar across the eye, but the rest seemed friendly. Her eyes brushed over a short man with messy black hair, who was standing next to a tall blonde woman. *What an odd couple* she thought, as her gaze continued. She froze when a semi-short man entered her sight. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, and a look on his face; in it's own way expressing his hate for public events. Kit knew who this man was, his pitch- black hair, his narrow eyes, and muscular body.this was her father.
"So, Dad.when can we fight?" a teenage boy asked her father. Kit almost lost control over her ki at hearing that, and Vegeta and Piccolo both looked in her direction, but she dodged out of view right in the nick of time, and pressed her back against the tree. *That was a close one Kit* she told herself, afraid it might happen again. The group finally walked on, Vegeta and Piccolo leading the pack, their impatience shining through. When they were out of view Kit stood up right, and slightly stretched.that was her father, and he had a son.then a gain she shouldn't have expected him to stay alone forever, but she was still amazed to see him again, although he looked almost exactly the same as he did before. She sighed deeply, as she trailed behind that group, trying to blend in. she stepped up to the registration counter, and stated her name and her desire to compete in the tournament. They handed her a number that told when she would be trying to qualify, 13, she handed the number back and requested a different one.the last one. The group broke into separate smaller ones, as the ones fighting went in a separate direction. Kit followed Piccolo, Gohan, Goku, Vegeta, Krillin, 18, Goten, and Trunks as they entered a large tunnel leading to a locker room.
"Her?" ChiChi asked quietly, pointing to Kit.
"Yep.that's her.she has been following them since we started walking." Bulma said a bit louder, at that Kit looked back and noticed their eyes following her. She stood in her place, and simply gave them a stern stare that told them she knew what they were saying, and that sent chills up their spines.
"Oh no, I hope she's not after Goku!" ChiChi wined.
"You have nothing to worry about.I have no desire to harm anyone." Kit yelled towards them, smiling kindly and beginning to go to the ladies locker room. She entered the room, put her gym bag on the bench and take out a pair of spandex shorts and a black halter-top. She pulled on the shorts and changed shirts, and after looking at herself in the mirror she pulled out a pair of gray sweat pants and slipped that over her shorts.
"Cute outfit." A woman complimented from behind her. Kit spun around to find the short, messy haired man's wife.
"Thank you, my name's Kit.you?" she replied slightly blushing from the compliment.
"I'm 18." The woman replied extending her hand, as Kit took it. "I'm going to meet up with my husband now, and his friends.would you like to come?" she asked, trying to be friendly.
"Uh.actually, I have to meet up with someone.sorry.but thank you for invitation." Kit apologized after almost taking her up on her offer, but that would mean she might run into her father, and she couldn't have that. She picked up her bag and headed toward the door, but stopped right before leaving. "Good luck, 18!" she said with a warm smile and then left in a hurry to be with Piccolo, instead of by herself.
"Oh! Sorry!" Kit said surprised as she accidentally walked into a man.
"Humph! Watch where you're going girl!" the man said sternly. Kit knew that voice and looked up to him at once.
"Oh.so sorry.Vegeta!" Kit said sarcastically, seeing if he would catch on. Vegeta's eyes widened.he knew this girl.but from where?
"You know her dad?" Trunks asked confused at the fact that his father would have anything to do with a woman who wasn't Bulma.
"Dude.if you know her.can you introduce me!" Goten said, tilting his head slightly and directing his attention to her ass.
"Ha ha.in your dreams, kid!" Kit said walking away quickly, but turned around to say one last thing. "Oh, and Vegeta.Think real hard.I know you know who I am.but don't worry.you'll be reminded later.I can guarantee it! See ya later.in the ring!"
"Hey! Can I get your number?" Goten shouted as she walked out of sight. Trunks put his hand on his forehead and slapped the back of Goten's head with his other. "Owe.what was that for?" he asked bewildered.
"Smooth.real smooth, Goten." Trunks said as he walked on with the others. Piccolo slyly snuck away from the group and headed in the direction Kit had gone a few minutes before.
"What were you thinking when you pulled that stunt?" Piccolo asked enraged.
"Don't worry so much Piccolo.he doesn't know who I am.well, he does.but he can't remember.so I figured I'd screw with his head." she said smiling evilly. Piccolo shadowed over her, causing her to back into the wall, he slammed his hand against the wall, right next to her head, making her jump slightly. "Piccolo?" Kit's eyes met his, and in them she could actually see concern. "I don't see what's so wrong with letting him know it's me.you don't understand Piccolo.I was happy with my father.before Frieza ended my life." Kit said a tear rolling down her cheek. Wrapped her arms around Piccolo's neck and hugged him while she cried into his shoulder. He just stood there, not sure what to do, not sure if he should do what he wanted to, what he dreamed of doing. She pulled her head away from his shoulder and she looked up into his eyes once again. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she knew she looked like a fool, but all she could manage to do was give a weak smile, and then look away. When she broke their gaze, and turned her head, Piccolo noticed something on her neck. He brushed her hair off her neck, and she brought her head to face him questionably.
"What's this?" he asked as he placed his hand gently on her neck and swept his thumb over what looked like a tattoo of a crescent moon, with a diamond connecting the two end points of the figure.
"That would be the crest of the Royal Saiyan family. every one in the family is required to have it somewhere on them.I got this when I was a year old.my father has one on his shoulder blade.and my mother has it on her ankle." Kit said placing her hand over Piccolo's. She sighed once again. "We should probably get going." she concluded, but acted as if there was something else she wanted to say. Piccolo watched her walk away.what did he just do? What did he feel right then? What ever it was, it was alien to his emotions, but he definitely like whatever it was.