Silent Cries

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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. However, I do own Kitai Son.

Warnings (Throughout Whole Story): Pretty Much Complete OOCness, Violence, Profanity, Adult Situations, Rape, Alcohol and Drug use.

Rated R

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Vegeta put his hand on Kitai's shoulder. Her face was inhumanly red. She could barely breathe, and yet she was still going. Even the Saiya-jin prince was concerned. Two days straight in the Gravity room. Non-stop.

He pulled her back. "Kitai. Go rest."

There was only 8 days until Christmas Day. Only 8 days.

Because she had been training so hard, her muscles were noticeably larger. Noticeably meaning to the point where you would say 'SWEET MERCIFUL HEAVENS!'

She now had a complete set of 6-Pack abs, which were also fully noticeable. Even Vegeta's hand on her shoulder was heavy, causing her to collapse on the ground on her hands and knees.

Vegeta pulled her up to her feet, smirking tauntingly. "I guess someone doesn't know when to quit." Vegeta pushed her out of the Gravity Room, lightly. "Go washup and rest."

Kitai nodded weakly. Maybe she was different than Vegeta. Maybe she DID have a limit. After all, she was half ningen, half earthling. Vegeta, on the other hand, was full Saiya-jin.

She grabbed her backpack, which was now outside of Trunks's room. She walked into the bathroom, leaning against the door. Her eyes were dark and full of evil. Full of hate. Full of pure power. She slammed her fist into the door, pulling it back and gaping at the fist dent in the door. She'd barely even tried to hit it.

Is this what she had done to herself? She began to feel her power surge up, in complete anger.

No. She had to control it. She didn't wanna be like Broly. That was the last thing she wanted. She couldn't help but hate every word Vegeta had mentioned about Broly. Power-hungry. Power-crazy. He had lost all sanity, because of his amazing powers.

She also heard of what Paragus had to do to control Broly's powers. Would they have to do that to her, too? Her blood boiled at the thought.

Trying not to anger herself, she slipped her clothes off and instantly slipped into the shower. Since she was too exhausted for a nice hot bath, she put the shower water on cold.

Feeling the cold drops of water against her skin relieved the burning sensation of her red skin. The sweat had begun to burn against her skin, almost like acid. She sighed as the cool water cascading down her back. She sighed and stood there for Kami knows how long before she got out and dried herself off.

She looked at herself in the mirror as she dried off.

Is this what she had become? Someone with no living purpose, but to train?

Her blood began to boil again as she thought about it. She quickly tossed on a low-cut black baby tee and khaki shorts along with a white bandana and solid black sneakers, with white anklet socks.

She grabbed her bag and tossed it against the wall, storming downstairs. She had to get this anger out somehow.

Goten looked at her and blinked. "You need to cut down on the training."

"I'll cut down when I feel like it."

Goten stood in silence and fright for a little while. He'd never seen Kitai like this.

She turned over to Goten, a death glare in her eyes. It seemed to lighten as she looked at him, though. "Goten. Can you do me a favor?"

"Yes?"

"I want to learn the Kamehameha Wave. Vegeta was telling me about it."

Goten looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed. "Kitai, do you really wanna learn that?"

Kitai adverted her glanced to the wall. "Yes Goten. I'm sure."

"Kitai...What happened? Why all of a sudden are you doing major training?"

"There's no reason." Kitai glared at him, as if trying to protest from him asking any more questions.

Goten sighed and nodded. "I-...I'll teach you."

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Kitai yawned and walked inside. It was rather complicated to learn the Kamehameha Wave, but still possible. She sat down at the table. After Goten had explained everything to her and went back inside, she had stayed until midnight practicing what he had told her.

Only 7 Days until Christmas. The days were flying by. She couldn't believe how fast the last 4 days had gone by.

And her thoughts isnatntly darted to her training, and why she was training. She felt a power surge coming and twitched, closing her eyes. She insntantly powered up to Super Saiyan with all her rage. She gritted her teeth and growled, getting up and throwing the chair she had been sitting in at the wall lightly.

She watched it hit the wall with a loud thud and create a dent. She sighed.

Bulma walked down the stairs, looking at Kitai. She glanced from the dent in the wall and Kitai, and decided not to worry about it for now. She walked over to Kitai, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Kitai sighed and powered down to her regular self. "Bulma, can you do me a favor?"

"Yes?"

"Can you make me something to constrain my powers? A necklace, or something, that'll constrain my powers. Like Paragus made for Broly. Vegeta told me all about it."

Bulma blinked. "Kitai, are you sure?"

She nodded. "Just incase. I don't wanna end up like the Broly Vegeta portrayed to me."

Bulma sighed and wiped a bead of sweat from the side of her face. "We can try to make it right now if you like."

"Sure." Kitai followed Bulma into her lab, looking around. She had never messed with anything here. Only with the Gravity Room. She walked over to a sofa Bulma had set up, behind a counter of chemicals with scientific labels on it.

She sat down and began to read the labels, pausing inbetween to figure out the letters which were messily written.

She was smart, but she was also useto reading neat handwriting. By the way, if you tell Bulma I said that, I'll kill you all.

...

Kitai continued reading the labels, looking up every once in a while to see Bulma looking around and grabbing random things.

She went back to one of the labels as her eyes widened. "Bulma?"

She continued working on her new "invention." "Yes?"

"Why do you have highly-explosive Nitro Glycerin in here?"

"Incase Vegeta starts acting up."

Kitai sweatdropped and nodded slowly, as if still in question. "O...Kay...."

Bulma grabbed a mini computer chip-thingy and put it inside, using a screwdriver to keep it on. She then fitted a diamond-looking thing over it, handing it to Kitai.

It was a necklace, made out of Silver. It was polished, and the silver was probably out of Bulma's old machinery parts stuff. Kitai fitted it around her neck as she saw Bulma put the hand thingy back. "Okay. Say something to make me mad."

Bulma put her finger to her chin in thought, cocking her head sideways. "It's not like you would understand any of it. You're just Yamcha's whore. Y'know, it's too bad you had to find your family. Everyone would be a hell of a lot happier without you."

Kitai clenched her fist and powered up, immediately going Super Saiyan. She prepared a ki blast in her right hand, ready to blast Bulma to the other world.

Bulma eeped loudly and held her palm out towards Kitai's new necklace thingy, shutting her eyes.

Kitai began to move her hand forward to Ki blast Bulma to kingdom come, but paused, a distant look on her face. She instantly fell to her knees, straightening her hands by her sides.

Bulma opened her eyes, seeing Kitai on her knees. She instantly took the hand control off, frowning. "You aren't strong enough, maybe I should tweak it down a little..."

"No...Bulma..." Kitai got up to her feet, her innocence coming back to her face. "I'll be training more anyways. I'll be fine."

Bulma sighed and nodded. "If you insist..."

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Kitai walked out of the Gravity Room, smiling at Goten, who was already eating breakfast. "Hey." She held the necklace in her hand. She put it on quickly and sat next to him.

"Feeling better today?"

"I guess. Dad up yet? He's gonna miss breakfast."

Goku appeared downstairs infront of Kitai. "BREAKFAST WHERE?!"

"...Bulma said if you have a mini-fight with me, she'll make you three breakfasts."

"LET'S GOOO!" Goku grabbed Kitai by the rest and flew out into the backyard, shivering a little.

Kitai smirked. Now was her chance to try out her new powers.

Kitai flew at Goku with incredible speed.

Goku, however managed to use his instant transmission and kicked Kitai in the back of the head, watching her wince.

She turned around and sent a ki blast at him, watching im stumble back from the close blast. He winced and prepared a ki blast of his own.

Kitai punched him, dead in the face, watching an expression of surprise cross his face. He fell back onto the ground, managing to block and reciprocate a few of Kitai's furry punches.

Goku used his instant transmission, appearing behind her. He kicked her in the back, watching her arch over.

Anger over came her as she sent continuous ki blasts at Goku, watching him fall to the ground from all the impacts. She instantly went down and began attacking him at ground level.

Goten watched from inside with worry. "What's wrong with you, Kitai."

Bulma looked behind his shoulder. "AH! KITAI!" Bulma held her hand up towards Kitai, watching Kitai pause in the middle of her aerial-attack. She instantly flew down to the ground, an innocent expression on her face.

Goku got up, wincing. He sighed and began mumbling. "Bulma better give me 10 breakfasts for that."

Goten glanced over at Bulma's hand, which had some silver thingy wrapped around it. He could've sworn he saw that thing before. BUT! He couldn't remember how, so he decided to ask Bulma. "Bulma, what's that?"

"It's...Something Kitai had me make for her. Like what Broly useto have..."

Goten put his finger on his chin quizzicaly. "Broly? That Legendary Super Saiyan guy?"

"Yes..."

"Why did Kitai want one?"

"Goten. You sound like a four-year-old. Now go inside and play nice."

Goten pouted and stomped off while Bulma conferred in deep thought. 'I wonder...Was Kitai right? Does she REALLY need this?'

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Trunks sat up in his room, listening to his headphones. He had to find some way to prove to Kitai that that bull-crap wasn't his.

But how?

She did have all the evidence she needed, and that's all that plagued his mind. 'She's got everything she needs, Trunks. It was in your bag.' He sighed and dug his head in his knees, looking at the bed.

Who could be that horrible? Who?

Trunks blinked as the doorbell rang. 7 Days away from Christmas, so it couldn't be eeryone coming to say 'GIMME GIMME!' like always. He smiled a little at the thought and stood up, walking downstairs. Everyone else was too busy to get it, so he decided to get it.

His mouth dropped open in shock. "Alex? What are you doing here?"

"I decided to drop by and see if you needed anything."

"...But I never even gave you my address!"

"...Eh, aah, yes you did."

"No I didn't." He crossed his arms at her strictly. "Get outta here."

"But Trunks-" She pushed the door open and smiled warmly. "You and Kitai are having bad times!"

"...How the hell did you know?!"

Alex sweatdropped and twirled with her hair. "Please Trunks? Can I come over?"

He glared at her coldly. "No."

She crossed her arms over her chest, smirking bemusedly. "Enjoy your time with Kitai, Trunks. You're not going to have her forever."

Trunks's mouth opened in horror and he slammed the door on her face, hearing her yelp as it hit her backwards. "She's the one!"

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Kitai: Sorry I haven't updated in a long time. Well...If you're a computer freak like I am, it's been almost forever. I was with Rika at her Grandma's house.

It was pure terror.

Her Grandmother is the Bitch of all Bitches. Not that you people care.

Gohan: No. No, I'm sure trhey don't. ONE-SIDED COOKIE GIVER!

Kitai: Oh shutup Gohan. OKAY THEN! I'll pep talk you for no reason whatsoever. The chapter from before wasn't as short as I thought. It turned to be onea my longest.

WELL WADDA YA KNOW!

In other news, I think this one IS my longest chapter. I know it's my longest fic...So far. Y'all ready for 'My Hero'? LEMME HEAR IT! I can see the end of this story not too far away.

Trunks has to find some way to get Kitai to believe him, and Kitai's gonna try to get her "old" body back. Long story.

As our first part saga rounds to an end, I'm not regretting one chapter. You wanna know how many flames I've gotten in this fic?

NONE!

And it's mainly because my two reviewers scare them off. XD

THREE CHEERS FOR THE BEST TWO REVIEWERS IN ALL OF HISTORY! I'VE SAID IT BEFORE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN! CRECY, REDA, YOU TWO ROCK!

Trunks: Hold on a minute there, Fido. The reviewers Choice Awards isn't until the last chapter.

Kitai: Ohhhhhh yeah. Okay. I'll be giving out awards to THE BEST TWO REVIEWERS OF ALL TIME in the last chapter of Part 1 of this multi-part trilogy. AND NOW! To Review Q & A.

Crecy - *Blank stare* Still don't see the split personality business. NOW! WE MUST DESTROY YAMCH-

Trunks: KITAI! We still have a lot to do, before we can beat the crap outta Dough-Boy.

Kitai: Yeah. You're right. Although that idea of ripping out of his heart and stuffing it down his throat still appeals to me.

Trunks: Me too....

Kitai: ...In other news, I still have to do Reda's review.

Reda - I liked the training part too. How strong I am, how dead he'll be...

Vegeta: Yes, it was amusing, wasn't it?

"The third rate-warriors third-rate daughter is getting her ass kicked by a third-rate newspaper."

Kitai: GET OUT OF HERE DAMN YOU! Weeeeeeell, that's all the time we have for today. I gotta go get Veggie-Kins, bye!