Post war depression!
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. One day I will have enough money and I will buy the rights. Until that day this will have to do.
Okay I am back with yet another chapter. So, if you are ready here we go.
"Who may I ask will be able to help?" Said Fala in a flat tone. "The people that are looking for me are not easy to deal with." "Well" Trunks said leading the girl back to the kitchen. "First I think it is about time for you to tell me why they are after you and who they are." "All you need to know." The girl said as if it were none of his business. ".is that I escaped and now they want me back." "I beg to differ." The blue haired boy said none to happy, "If you want my help then you need to tell me the truth." "I do not need to tell you anything." Fala said trying to hold her anger in check. "Besides, I did not ask for or need your help." "Fine!" Trunks said turning his back on her. "If that's how you want it. I guess I will just hand you back over to them when they get here." "NO!" Fala shouted, letting her emotions get the better of her. "Why not?" He said, hoping that saying this he would get her to talk. "It's not like what happens to you matters to me." "Fine!" was her only answer and also letting him know she was very unhappy about it.
Leading her back into the kitchen and seeing his mother finishing with the previous meals many dishes, Trunks pulled out a chair and motioned for the hesitant alien to sit at the table. Bulma overhearing the conversation dried her hands and poured each of them a warm cup of tea before also joining them at the table. Not noticing the intrusion, Trunks waited patiently for Fala to begin. "My mother" She reluctantly began, "Told me that before I was born that she and my father worked for a monster named Friza. Bulma stiffened at the mention of Friza's name. Trunks laid a reassuring hand on hers. Noticing the reaction but deciding to inquire later, Fala continued. "Then one day he was defeated and his few remaining troops decided to settle on an uninhabited planet." "Not too long after the Jacstens came recruiting for their Empire. Most of Friza's former Troops joined immediately sensing the power of this race. Some of them did not. My mother and father were some of the few that refused. Needless to say the Jacstens did not like that. So in the end there was a brief battle." Fala closed her eyes for a moment as if she were re-living something truly awful. Trunks sympathized remembering his traumatic upbringing. She then took a deep breath and continued. "Father died in that battle and my mother was enslaved. The Jacstens found out that my mother was with child and for some reason they allowed her to birth me. When I was five they came to the slave camp and told her that they were taking me." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, "I still remember how hard she fought. As I watched them kill her I remember her asking me for forgiveness." The last part barely a whisper. There was a long pause before she began again this time with the resolve of someone coming to terms with her grief and feeling the stronger for it. "Well anyway, I was taken to a place and they put the headband I was wearing on me to make sure I could be kept under control. I was taught how to fight and once I was strong enough they entered me in fighting contests around the galaxies. The only way to win was to be the only one left alive at the end. After leaving a recent contest, our ship came under attack and that is when I escaped. I was able to land on Earth and that is when you found me." She looked up at Trunks and Bulma, poised as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "Is there anything else you would like to know or shall I just leave?" Fala said in an unemotional tone. "Oh you poor girl." Bulma said, wiping away more tears. Then with a determined look on her face the Saiyans of Earth had learned to appreciate, (and somewhat fear) she rose from her chair saying, "Those Jacstens need to be taught a lesson." Motioning to Fala, "You don't have to worry any more. We have a lot of friends that can help you. You can stay her as long as you want. No one will harm you or force you to fight ever again." Bulma said with a triumphant grin. "Wait!" Fala said jumping up "Why are you going to help me? What is it you want from me?" "Nothing." Said Trunks. "We just want to help that's all." "I do not believe you." The saiyan girl said crossing her arms over her chest. "And why don't you believe us? Trunks asked with suspicion. "What is it you think we can gain from helping you? Are you keeping something from us?" "No I am not keeping anything from you." The young woman countered. "I have no reason to lie. It just nobody helps a slave especially a Saiyan slave unless they want something in return."
"That is where you're wrong." Trunks stated, "We don't want or need anything from you." Slowly he stood up and walked over to Fala.
"If that is true." Fala said with uneasiness in her voice ".then why are you doing this for a Saiyan?" After a long pause Bulma said something Fala had never heard from another being.
"We are doing this because we want to.." She said smiling at the girl ".and it has nothing to do with being a Saiyan."
"That is true." Trunks add, "We think it is wrong for someone to force others to do things they do not wish to do."
Fala could not believe it. These strangers wanted to help her. That was not the weird part. They did not want anything in return. She just could not understand it. Someone wanted to help because they wanted to, not because they had to. Weird, just plain weird. That boy, he was the weirdest one of all. She remembered him saying he was half Saiyan. Sure he was strong; she could sense that, but whoever heard of a Saiyan with blue hair? How absurd! As she stood there lost in thought, she did not hear Trunks call her.
"Fala?" Trunks said with concern.
"Oh..uh..Yes?" Fala finally said and looked around as if she lost something.
"Are you alright?" asked Bulma "Maybe you should sit down."
"I am fine." The Saiyan girl acknowledged in a forceful tone.
Everyone just look at her funny but shrugged it off. Then Trunks turn towards the door.
"Mother, I think we have more company." He smiled as he went to open it. "I guess I don't need to call Gohan and Goten after all."
"I wonder why they're here?" Bulma asked as she went for the door.
Trunks walked outside to meet his long time friends as they landed. Bulma followed quickly behind her son. Fala on the other hand stayed inside and watched from a nearby window. She did not know who they were and had no desire to be seen yet. The Saiyan did notice that whoever they are was at least someone her hosts knew.
"Hello!" Trunks greeted the two brothers "What brings you here?"
"Hello Trunks," Gohan said in his normal cheery voice "Bulma."
"It is so nice to see both of you." Said Bulma as she when to hug both boys. "Gohan, you look more and more like your father every time I see you. And Goten," she said as she put her hand on his head "you are looking even more handsome every day."
"Thank you Balma but I am sorry." Gohan said while bowing then turning to Trunks " You see this is not a social visit. There is something I need to talk to you about."
"Actually I need to talk to both of you too." Trunks interrupted. "Why don't we go in and discuss it over some tea." They all walked back inside. As soon as they did Gohan was the first to notice Fala.
"I can't believe it. So it is true, another Saiyan. A female one at that." He said in disbelief. "Trunks! Do you know that some people are looking for her?"
"Yes I do." Assured Trunks "That is what I wanted to talk to you about..Wait!" he said as if it just suddenly hit him "How did you know?"
"Well you see Piccilo dropped by my house to see if I have seen her." Gohan said while looking at the female "He also had some other people with him. It seems this girl is an escaped prisoner. They will be here shortly to take her back."
Well everyone am I getting better? If so let me know. I will write more soon. Remember R&R!! Thanks!
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. One day I will have enough money and I will buy the rights. Until that day this will have to do.
Okay I am back with yet another chapter. So, if you are ready here we go.
"Who may I ask will be able to help?" Said Fala in a flat tone. "The people that are looking for me are not easy to deal with." "Well" Trunks said leading the girl back to the kitchen. "First I think it is about time for you to tell me why they are after you and who they are." "All you need to know." The girl said as if it were none of his business. ".is that I escaped and now they want me back." "I beg to differ." The blue haired boy said none to happy, "If you want my help then you need to tell me the truth." "I do not need to tell you anything." Fala said trying to hold her anger in check. "Besides, I did not ask for or need your help." "Fine!" Trunks said turning his back on her. "If that's how you want it. I guess I will just hand you back over to them when they get here." "NO!" Fala shouted, letting her emotions get the better of her. "Why not?" He said, hoping that saying this he would get her to talk. "It's not like what happens to you matters to me." "Fine!" was her only answer and also letting him know she was very unhappy about it.
Leading her back into the kitchen and seeing his mother finishing with the previous meals many dishes, Trunks pulled out a chair and motioned for the hesitant alien to sit at the table. Bulma overhearing the conversation dried her hands and poured each of them a warm cup of tea before also joining them at the table. Not noticing the intrusion, Trunks waited patiently for Fala to begin. "My mother" She reluctantly began, "Told me that before I was born that she and my father worked for a monster named Friza. Bulma stiffened at the mention of Friza's name. Trunks laid a reassuring hand on hers. Noticing the reaction but deciding to inquire later, Fala continued. "Then one day he was defeated and his few remaining troops decided to settle on an uninhabited planet." "Not too long after the Jacstens came recruiting for their Empire. Most of Friza's former Troops joined immediately sensing the power of this race. Some of them did not. My mother and father were some of the few that refused. Needless to say the Jacstens did not like that. So in the end there was a brief battle." Fala closed her eyes for a moment as if she were re-living something truly awful. Trunks sympathized remembering his traumatic upbringing. She then took a deep breath and continued. "Father died in that battle and my mother was enslaved. The Jacstens found out that my mother was with child and for some reason they allowed her to birth me. When I was five they came to the slave camp and told her that they were taking me." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, "I still remember how hard she fought. As I watched them kill her I remember her asking me for forgiveness." The last part barely a whisper. There was a long pause before she began again this time with the resolve of someone coming to terms with her grief and feeling the stronger for it. "Well anyway, I was taken to a place and they put the headband I was wearing on me to make sure I could be kept under control. I was taught how to fight and once I was strong enough they entered me in fighting contests around the galaxies. The only way to win was to be the only one left alive at the end. After leaving a recent contest, our ship came under attack and that is when I escaped. I was able to land on Earth and that is when you found me." She looked up at Trunks and Bulma, poised as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "Is there anything else you would like to know or shall I just leave?" Fala said in an unemotional tone. "Oh you poor girl." Bulma said, wiping away more tears. Then with a determined look on her face the Saiyans of Earth had learned to appreciate, (and somewhat fear) she rose from her chair saying, "Those Jacstens need to be taught a lesson." Motioning to Fala, "You don't have to worry any more. We have a lot of friends that can help you. You can stay her as long as you want. No one will harm you or force you to fight ever again." Bulma said with a triumphant grin. "Wait!" Fala said jumping up "Why are you going to help me? What is it you want from me?" "Nothing." Said Trunks. "We just want to help that's all." "I do not believe you." The saiyan girl said crossing her arms over her chest. "And why don't you believe us? Trunks asked with suspicion. "What is it you think we can gain from helping you? Are you keeping something from us?" "No I am not keeping anything from you." The young woman countered. "I have no reason to lie. It just nobody helps a slave especially a Saiyan slave unless they want something in return."
"That is where you're wrong." Trunks stated, "We don't want or need anything from you." Slowly he stood up and walked over to Fala.
"If that is true." Fala said with uneasiness in her voice ".then why are you doing this for a Saiyan?" After a long pause Bulma said something Fala had never heard from another being.
"We are doing this because we want to.." She said smiling at the girl ".and it has nothing to do with being a Saiyan."
"That is true." Trunks add, "We think it is wrong for someone to force others to do things they do not wish to do."
Fala could not believe it. These strangers wanted to help her. That was not the weird part. They did not want anything in return. She just could not understand it. Someone wanted to help because they wanted to, not because they had to. Weird, just plain weird. That boy, he was the weirdest one of all. She remembered him saying he was half Saiyan. Sure he was strong; she could sense that, but whoever heard of a Saiyan with blue hair? How absurd! As she stood there lost in thought, she did not hear Trunks call her.
"Fala?" Trunks said with concern.
"Oh..uh..Yes?" Fala finally said and looked around as if she lost something.
"Are you alright?" asked Bulma "Maybe you should sit down."
"I am fine." The Saiyan girl acknowledged in a forceful tone.
Everyone just look at her funny but shrugged it off. Then Trunks turn towards the door.
"Mother, I think we have more company." He smiled as he went to open it. "I guess I don't need to call Gohan and Goten after all."
"I wonder why they're here?" Bulma asked as she went for the door.
Trunks walked outside to meet his long time friends as they landed. Bulma followed quickly behind her son. Fala on the other hand stayed inside and watched from a nearby window. She did not know who they were and had no desire to be seen yet. The Saiyan did notice that whoever they are was at least someone her hosts knew.
"Hello!" Trunks greeted the two brothers "What brings you here?"
"Hello Trunks," Gohan said in his normal cheery voice "Bulma."
"It is so nice to see both of you." Said Bulma as she when to hug both boys. "Gohan, you look more and more like your father every time I see you. And Goten," she said as she put her hand on his head "you are looking even more handsome every day."
"Thank you Balma but I am sorry." Gohan said while bowing then turning to Trunks " You see this is not a social visit. There is something I need to talk to you about."
"Actually I need to talk to both of you too." Trunks interrupted. "Why don't we go in and discuss it over some tea." They all walked back inside. As soon as they did Gohan was the first to notice Fala.
"I can't believe it. So it is true, another Saiyan. A female one at that." He said in disbelief. "Trunks! Do you know that some people are looking for her?"
"Yes I do." Assured Trunks "That is what I wanted to talk to you about..Wait!" he said as if it just suddenly hit him "How did you know?"
"Well you see Piccilo dropped by my house to see if I have seen her." Gohan said while looking at the female "He also had some other people with him. It seems this girl is an escaped prisoner. They will be here shortly to take her back."
Well everyone am I getting better? If so let me know. I will write more soon. Remember R&R!! Thanks!