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

/ / is Memories. But I'm sure you're smart enough to figure it out by now.

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Kitai stood on the large boulder infront of the house, one leg down and sideways as if she was gonna do a butterfly stretch and one up as if she was gonna lay her arms around her knee. Her arms were placed behind her as a support, the other outstretched on her knee. Her hair blew lightly in the wind, and a jacket layed under her.

The sky was a mixture of late night's sky and morning's sunrise. The snow lightly covered Kitai's hair, causing her to shiver now and then. It's amazing how in this enormous, parallel universe, one problem can matter the world. More than world poverty. More than world hunger. People tend to think of themselves too much at desperate times.

'But it's not that I'm being too self-absorbed. If anything, I wouldn't want my children raised around drugs, like...'

/ Yamcha walked over to Kitai, holding a long white cigarette-ish packet in his hand. He ruffled her hair innocently. 'Hey Kitai. Sorry I hit you the other night, I was just kinda upset.'

9-Year-Old Kitai rubbed her black and blue eye and smilled up at Yamcha from doing her homework. 'It's okay, Mr. Yamcha. I understand.'

Yamcha took a long drag of whatever he was holding in his hand and flicked it to the floor. 'Kitai, will you come to my room with me for a second?'

Kitai blinked and scratched her head confusedly. 'Uh, sure Mr. Yamcha.' /

She cradled her knees up to her chest and banged her head against her knees. "How could I have been so stupid!" She layed her head in her knees, studying the rocks creases beneath her legs. Anyone with a childhood like hers got useto nature, and got useto being easily occupied by things other people would look at for 2 seconds and say 'I'm bored.'

She laughed nervously and looked up into the sky, forcing a smile. She never got to go outside like all the other kids did. In health, teacher's often spoke of how parents SHOULD treat their children. Other children's daddies didn't smoke or drink around them. Other children's daddies didn't curse at them. Other children's daddies didn't beat them. And other people's daddies sure didn't make them get naked for their own sick amusement.

But Yamcha wasn't her Daddy. Yamcha was her Foster Father. And until she was 16, she thought she would be stuck with Yamcha for life.

/ 'That's sexual assault.' 11-Year-Old Kitai picked her things up as the bell rang. School was over. Now she had to go home. She looked at the teacher with pleading eyes as she walked over to her. 'Ma'am?'

'Yes Kitai?'

'Well, my-'

Yamcha walked into the room, looking at Kitai, a very pissed expression coming onto his face. It instantly changed to gentle and kind as the teacher paused Kitai. 'Hello, Yamcha.'

Yamcha smiled. 'Hey, come on kiddo, we gotta go home.'

Kitai turned white and looked at Yamcha, swallowing nervously. 'Y-Yes Mr. Yamcha' /

She sniffled and growled, looking up at the sky. She had shown all the symptoms of Sexual Assault, and yet no one seemed to give two fucks. Nope. No one cared.

Why didn't anyone care?

She was as important as anyone else...Right? They all knew. The only reason they didn;t tell is because money talks.

She slammed the fist on the boulder, blinking as she pulled it back and watched the section she had hit crumble off. 'Oh yeah. Still got the power, just not the Dende-Damned muscle.'

She layed her head in her knees and continued to reminisce, not noticing the bright of day coming into sight.

/ 'Kitai, I told you to come home right after school!'

The young 14-year-old looked at Yamcha, quivering in fear. 'I-I-I'm sorry Mr. Yamcha, I didn't mean to-'

'SHUTUP!' He threw his half full bottle of beer at the wall, watching it smash on impact. 'Lookit that. Something else for you to clean.'

Kitai backed up and quivered as she looked around at the pigsty Yamcha had made the house in just 7 hours. Right. More for her to clean.

She cautiously stepped over to the wall, sighing at the dent it had made. 'Maybe...'

'Maybe you can clean that later.'

Kitai turned around and backed away, seeing Yamcha advancing towards her. 'N-No....Please....' /

Her eyes shot open as she felt someone's hand on her shoulder, jerking away.

She looked back and sighed, laughing nervously. "Hey Goten."

"Kitai, you're gonna get sick, and there's only 3 days until Christmas. Let's go."

"Eh...Uh, sure." Kitai put her jacket on and shoved her hands into her pockets, following Goten inside.

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Yamcha opened his eyes and winced slightly. He put his hand on the gash in his forehead and rubbed his head, pulling himself up. He cried out in pain and fell facefirst onto the floor, sighing heavily.

"God damn headache..."

He groaned and got up, looking at Alex. He walked over to her and nudged her with his foot, shrugging as she didn't respond. "It was nice while it lasted." He grabbed her gun and shoved it into his back pocket, cackling as he kicked her head to the other side, hearing her neck crack. "She's dead now." He grinned and laughed evily as he walked downstairs, slamming the front door.

Alex opened her eyes, gasping for air. She looked around somewhat cluelessly and rubbed her neck as she stood up. "I feel like I just broke my neck and got it snapped back into place." She winced and stretched her arms and legs, yawning. "Yeah, right. Hey Yamcha!" She looked around and walked out into the hall, leaning on the staircase. "HEY YAMCHA!"

Silence.

She rolled her eyes and shrugged, walking back into the room. "Now where's my pistol..."

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Kitai sat on Bra's bed, staring out the window aimlessly. She sighed and watched the snowflakes slowly drift down outside.

/ Kitai blew the one candle on the cupcake she had made herself out, and sighed, looking out the window. 'Happy Sweet 16, Kitai...' She sighed and hugged her knees to her chest, twitching as she heard footsteps on the stairs. She turned to the lock beside her bed. 'Midnight...'

She took a deep breathe, sighing. 'He's been out all night and he's probably drunk as hell...Oh God...' She buried her face in her knees and pulled the blanket over herself, trying to control her nervous breathing.

She shivered as her door creaked open noisily, allowing the light from the hall to shine upon Kitai's face. She shut her eyes tight and began to pray under her breathe, hoping Yamcha would just pass out by now.

His footsteps seemed to last an eternity before his shadow covered any light that had peeked through the doorway.

She quivered in fear as she felt him rip the covers off her body.

'Kitai...'

Kitai's eyes shot open and she looked at him, her eyes beginning to water. 'Yamcha? W-when did you get here?' /

She shivered and swiftly opened the window, followed by the screen. She grabbed her jacket from the floor and zipped it up, flying out the window and hovering outside it, closing the window and then the screen, and flying off.

She flew steadily in the air, allowing the snowflakes to fly through her hair at her speed, sighing. She paused as she looked down, the streets of the city beneath her, heavy with last-minute Christmas shoppers. She cautiously landed down in an alley, trying to avoid all attention being a saiya-jin, and walked out from the alley, joining the crowd of the streets. She somehow managed to get into a supermarket, walking into the empty magazine aisle. Everyone else was in the gifts or food, while she stood there alone looking at the magazines.

One imparticular article caught her eye, a magazine that's headliner said 'Saiyans! They're Dangerous!'

She picked it up and glared at it for a while, before flipping through the pages. It was like paparazzi stalking them. There were a couple pictures of Goten and Trunks sparring, a picture someone had somehow taken of Nappa and Vegeta, a picture of Goku while he was in Super Saiyan and a few others. "What the fuck...How the hell did they get all these pictures?"

She looked at the caption underneath the sparring picture of Goten and Trunks, and shook her head. It read 'Above, a saiyan (the black haired-teenager) attacking an innocent earthling.'

In the picture, Goten was floating up in the air, gathering ki energy while Trunks stood on the ground, a somewhat shocked and terrified expression on his face. Kitai giggled at the memory. Trunks wasn't scared because of Goten...

/ 'Hey Trunks!'

'Yeah?'

'Me and Dad ate all the food in the house!'

Trunks's jaw dropped open and a shocked, terrified expression overcame his face. 'What?! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!' /

Kitai giggled at the thought and smiled cheekily. "Hehe-"

"You're readng my articles?"

Kitai turned around to see a man in a business suit with slicked back black hair and a pointy and straight black mustache staring at her, his arms crossed over his chest.

Kitai rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I'm not reading articles, I'm reading a bunch of crap."

His expression hardened. "Nice mouth, girl."

"I'm 17 years old for Dende's sake! And all of that about saiyans is bull! They aren't attacking innocent people, or trying to take over the worl-Well, the ones that are are dead now. Saiyans are just like anyone else, just trying to live a normal life!"

He moved his head sideways and stepped back hastily. "Yes, I suppose you of all people would say that, Saiyan!"

Kitai blinked and looked at him as if he had just landed from another planet. "How would you know?"

"All saiyans have tails like that!"

"TAIL?!" Kitai turned around and eeped cluelessly to find that somehow her tail was back. She turned bright red and looked back up, to see he was nowhere in sight. "Oh shit...Better go ask Bulma about the side-effects of that machine!" Kitai ran out of the super market as fast as her legs would take her.

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Kitai ran inside and dashed into the lab, looking around. "Bulma?!"

Bulma jumped from her experiment, glaring at Kitai.

"...Sorry. What the hell are the side effects of that body thingy?!"

"Why?"

Kitai's tail wrapped around her leg, leaving a startled Bulma. "This is why!"

"...I forgot to mention that to you..."

"WHAT?!"

"See, every time Vegeta does it, we have to clip his tail off in his sleep so he won't try to take over the universe...Now hold still, this won't hurt one bit."

Kitai's eyes widened as Bulma pulled a pair of hedgescissors from her cabinet. "Now hold still."

"AHHH!" Kitai started running, while being chased by Bulma who continued to chase after the tail. "NOOOOOO! NO! NO! NO!" Kitai ran out of the lab, followed by Bulma, and dashed into the living room, jumping on the chair Vegeta was sitting in and latching onto him. "DON'T LET HER TAKE MY TAIL!"

"..." Vegeta glared at her. "For someone who was almost killed, you sure are lively...Wait...Tail?"

Vegeta glanced at her and saw the brown tail stick out from behind her back, shaking. "Lookit trhat Kakarot, you're daughter IS saiyan!"

Goku blinked. "Kitai....How'd you get a tail?"

Bulma ran into the room, holding the hedgeclippers high in the air. She looked around and spotted Kitai, smiling. "Hello Kitai...Let's just get that tail..."

Kitai pointed at Bulma and eeped loudly, jumping into Goku's arms. "DADDY! I WANT MY TAIL!" Her tail wrapped around her leg as if trying to hide.

Goku put a hand to stop Bulma as she ran towards Kitai, and blinked cluelessly. "O....Kay....But Bulma, she needs her tail to go Super Saiyan 4!"

Bulma blinked and put her finger to her chin quizzickly. "That's what I don't get, Goku. If she's only half saiyan, how did she get to Super Saiyan 3?"

Kitai blinked and looked at Goku, who himself was clueless.

Vegeta snorted. "There's no such thing as limits. That's one thing everyone can stand to learn from this girl."

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Yamcha stood outside Capsule Corp. He managed to peek in through the window and saw Kitai sitting on a chair, next to Vegeta, holding something in her hand. She had an evil scowl on her face, along with Vegeta, and if he hadn't known better, he woulda thought they were twins.

Trunks and Goten were putting on some stupid act together, having one climb on eachother's shoulders or do cherades. Like a live 'Whose Line Is It Anyways?' kinda thing.

He gritted his teeth and peered inside, enough to see Bulma, Bra, Chi-Chi, Videl and Pan huddled in one group, while Gohan and Goku sat next to eachother. Just one big happy family... Just one big happy family.

He turned his head away from them, turning blue. Why did they have the perfect family? Where everyone belonged, huh? How come Yamcha wasn't in there? How come *THEY* were so blessed? It just wasn't fair!

Yamcha kicked some of the snow on the ground so hard, he was able to see the dirt underneath the grass. He growled and slowly repelled himself up, looking in the window. Kitai's stuff was scattered on a guest bed, next to a larger bed, which he guessed was Bra's. He quickly slid the screen up along with the window, sitting right there. He took his shoes off and cautiously proceeded to the closet, making sure not to alarm anyone.

He closed the closet door and yawned, putting his shoes on the floor beside him. Not too long now. No, not too long before doomsday...

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Kitai: O.O!!! Yamcha's gonna try to kill me, but then we're gonna get into a fight, I'm gonna mysteriously fly away while he's down, he's gonna attack everyone else, then I'm gonna re-appear and kill him!

Trunks: ...And there goes our plot...

Kitai: Whoops... Oh well. We'll get over it. Won't we?

Trunks: ...Perhaps.

Kitai: YOU'RE JUST MAD BECAUSE I WOULDN'T GIVE YOU A CHOCOLATE CHIP MARSHMALLOW!

Trunks: THEY LOOKED GOOD!

Rika: -_- Will both of you please stfu?

Kitai: *Clears her throat* Sorry about that. Rika, get back to work.

Rika: *Glares and walks away*

Kitai: I know I got no reviews cause I put this up kinda quick (well, if I'm in school, it's been only a short amount of time) and I'm sorry it sorta...Took long to put up.

Excited about the fact this fic is coming up an end and not-to-far after the sequel? I can't wait to continue this story! I mean, this storyline is great and everything, BUT WE NEED SOME NEW ACTION BABY! XD Please excuse me, I just drank 5 cups of coffee.

I've enjoyed this fic so much, and next chapter is the REVIEWERS CHOICE AWARDS! YOU TWO ROCK! WOOHOOOOOOOO! Oh yes, and don't forget, write on people! XD

Talk to ya'z soon. Bye! ^_^