Be Silent
Disclaimer: I created Nanaki all by myself, but I still don't own DBZ.
Author's note: Be warned that some events of this story don't seem to tie together at first. Everything will come together in the end, so be patient, and just read.
Chapter 1: Child of a lost race
"Vegeta, go see what it is, NOW!" Bulma demanded, pointing to the door.
"Why can't you go see what it is, woman?" the Saiya-jin Prince asked with a frown.
"Because I don't know what it is and you're the one who can protect himself," she replied, growing more frustrated by the minute. "Now GO!"
"I don't see why she can't just send the brat on her errands," Vegeta grumbled under his breath as he opened the door. He nearly stepped on the pod, it was so close. He knew immediately what it was. "Why is a Saiya-jin spacecraft here on earth?" he wondered aloud as he opened the hatch. He recoiled in disgust from what he saw inside.
"What is it Vegeta?" Bulma asked, attempting to poke her head over his shoulder as her curiosity overcame the little fear she had before.
"A brat in a pod," he practically spat out. "I don't like the looks of it either."
"A child?! In a space pod?! Oh, Vegeta, let me see!" she said, pushing past her husband to the round craft. She saw the little girl inside, sucking her thumb peacefully. She couldn't have been more than two or three years old. Her hair, just past her shoulders and somewhat fuzzy, was a pale blonde that was really more of a white color. Her monkey-like tail was the same shade.
"She's a little Saiya-jin girl," Bulma cooed. "Do all female Saiya-jins have white tails, Vegeta?"
"No, I've only seen one other colored like her," he answered gruffly. "And I don't like it."
"What can you not like about a little harmless baby?" Bulma picked up the girl from the craft. "Oh!" she exclaimed when she noticed the four scar lines crisscrossed on the girl's left cheek. They formed a number sign, a #, on the fair-skinned face. "I wonder where she got that?" But even as she reached out to touch the baby's cheek, the mark faded as if it had never been there at all.
"Bring it in if you find it so fascinating," Vegeta grunted, motioning her inside. Bulma hugged the child gently and carried her to the living room.
"MOM! I can't find my- hey, what's that?" Trunks inquired as he burst in.
"Shh, she's sleeping," Bulma said, putting a finger to her lips. He floated up to look at the child in his mother's arms.
"It's a girl," he said as he twisted his face into a look of disgust. "Where'd it come from?"
"Your mother found it in a space pod and now she wants to keep it," Vegeta answered gruffly. Then he added, with a look of distaste, "It's an abomination."
"What do you have against this baby?" Bulma demanded, holding the girl close to protect her.
"It's a very long story, woman."
"Tell me." Bulma sat down on the couch with the little girl settled in her lap. Trunks hopped up beside his mother. He too was curious about what his father was to tell. Vegeta slumped into a chair and began his tale.
"There has only been one like her before. Before, all Saiya-jins were dark. All of us sported dark hair, brown tails, and tanned skin. Then Kitajara was born.
"Her tail and hair were both pure white, like this child's. Her skin was fair and unmarked. Most considered her to be beautiful, and rightly so. However, she was weak, so she never took a mate. None wanted her. She was older than me by a few years, so she was still young when Frieza took control. Though she was weak and unusual and most Saiya-jins held her in contempt, he took a liking to her. Frieza favored her, for whatever reason he had. For that, even more people despised her.
"She was given a position of power in his ranks. She became his personal adviser, always at his side. And when he was gone for whatever errands he had to do around the universe, Kitajara was left to ensure that our planet was still doing its work. She did her job thoroughly and commanded as much respect as Frieza himself. Despite her weakness, she had risen above the ranks of all other Saiya-jins. Some said she could command Frieza if she wanted to.
"It was Kitajara who came to collect me on the day that my planet was destroyed. She took me and led me deep into the chambers of his ship, where my father could never have found me. It was only a few hours later that Vegetasei was completely destroyed. My father and my entire race were gone. There were only three of us left. At least that's what Frieza told us.
"I still think that Kitajara survived. Frieza would not have allowed her to be killed. She was no longer seen, but evidence of her was everywhere. A trace of her scent sometimes seemed to linger in the corridors, if only for a moment. Pale white hairs, one or two at a time, were occasionally found by myself or one of the other Saiya-jins. We knew she was there somewhere.
"She betrayed our people. This child has to be hers. There is no other way that this girl could end up looking exactly like her." Vegeta pointed accusingly at the little one, who wiggled down into a more comfortable spot on Bulma's lap.
"First of all, Vegeta, you have no evidence that this is Kitajara's daughter. Second, even if she is, Kitajara is the traitor, not this baby!" Bulma said.
"Does this mean it has to stay here?" Trunks asked, wrinkling his nose.
"She has nowhere else to go," Bulma answered. "But she needs a name."
"Nanaki," Vegeta said quickly. Bulma and Trunks stared at him. "It was the name of Kitajara's mother. It will suit the brat."
"Nanaki." Bulma rolled the name in her mouth, testing it. "I like it. Nanaki it is."
"Na- Nan- Naki-" Trunks tried, but he couldn't manage to get the name out. "Aki," he finally said. "I'll call her Aki."
"That's a good nickname for her, Trunks," Bulma said, patting her son on the head. "Aki will have to share your room tonight, okay?"
"WHAT?!" he exclaimed, pulling his hair. "I am NOT sharing a room with some baby girl!"
"Just joking, dear," Bulma giggled. "We have plenty of room for her. I'll need to call everyone, they'll be very interested..." she said to herself as she walked away.
~*~*~*~*~
Okay, you've read the prologue and the first chapter. I don't usually ask for reviews, but this time I am, because I've worked hard. 5 reviews per chapter and I'll continue. THANK YOU!
Disclaimer: I created Nanaki all by myself, but I still don't own DBZ.
Author's note: Be warned that some events of this story don't seem to tie together at first. Everything will come together in the end, so be patient, and just read.
Chapter 1: Child of a lost race
"Vegeta, go see what it is, NOW!" Bulma demanded, pointing to the door.
"Why can't you go see what it is, woman?" the Saiya-jin Prince asked with a frown.
"Because I don't know what it is and you're the one who can protect himself," she replied, growing more frustrated by the minute. "Now GO!"
"I don't see why she can't just send the brat on her errands," Vegeta grumbled under his breath as he opened the door. He nearly stepped on the pod, it was so close. He knew immediately what it was. "Why is a Saiya-jin spacecraft here on earth?" he wondered aloud as he opened the hatch. He recoiled in disgust from what he saw inside.
"What is it Vegeta?" Bulma asked, attempting to poke her head over his shoulder as her curiosity overcame the little fear she had before.
"A brat in a pod," he practically spat out. "I don't like the looks of it either."
"A child?! In a space pod?! Oh, Vegeta, let me see!" she said, pushing past her husband to the round craft. She saw the little girl inside, sucking her thumb peacefully. She couldn't have been more than two or three years old. Her hair, just past her shoulders and somewhat fuzzy, was a pale blonde that was really more of a white color. Her monkey-like tail was the same shade.
"She's a little Saiya-jin girl," Bulma cooed. "Do all female Saiya-jins have white tails, Vegeta?"
"No, I've only seen one other colored like her," he answered gruffly. "And I don't like it."
"What can you not like about a little harmless baby?" Bulma picked up the girl from the craft. "Oh!" she exclaimed when she noticed the four scar lines crisscrossed on the girl's left cheek. They formed a number sign, a #, on the fair-skinned face. "I wonder where she got that?" But even as she reached out to touch the baby's cheek, the mark faded as if it had never been there at all.
"Bring it in if you find it so fascinating," Vegeta grunted, motioning her inside. Bulma hugged the child gently and carried her to the living room.
"MOM! I can't find my- hey, what's that?" Trunks inquired as he burst in.
"Shh, she's sleeping," Bulma said, putting a finger to her lips. He floated up to look at the child in his mother's arms.
"It's a girl," he said as he twisted his face into a look of disgust. "Where'd it come from?"
"Your mother found it in a space pod and now she wants to keep it," Vegeta answered gruffly. Then he added, with a look of distaste, "It's an abomination."
"What do you have against this baby?" Bulma demanded, holding the girl close to protect her.
"It's a very long story, woman."
"Tell me." Bulma sat down on the couch with the little girl settled in her lap. Trunks hopped up beside his mother. He too was curious about what his father was to tell. Vegeta slumped into a chair and began his tale.
"There has only been one like her before. Before, all Saiya-jins were dark. All of us sported dark hair, brown tails, and tanned skin. Then Kitajara was born.
"Her tail and hair were both pure white, like this child's. Her skin was fair and unmarked. Most considered her to be beautiful, and rightly so. However, she was weak, so she never took a mate. None wanted her. She was older than me by a few years, so she was still young when Frieza took control. Though she was weak and unusual and most Saiya-jins held her in contempt, he took a liking to her. Frieza favored her, for whatever reason he had. For that, even more people despised her.
"She was given a position of power in his ranks. She became his personal adviser, always at his side. And when he was gone for whatever errands he had to do around the universe, Kitajara was left to ensure that our planet was still doing its work. She did her job thoroughly and commanded as much respect as Frieza himself. Despite her weakness, she had risen above the ranks of all other Saiya-jins. Some said she could command Frieza if she wanted to.
"It was Kitajara who came to collect me on the day that my planet was destroyed. She took me and led me deep into the chambers of his ship, where my father could never have found me. It was only a few hours later that Vegetasei was completely destroyed. My father and my entire race were gone. There were only three of us left. At least that's what Frieza told us.
"I still think that Kitajara survived. Frieza would not have allowed her to be killed. She was no longer seen, but evidence of her was everywhere. A trace of her scent sometimes seemed to linger in the corridors, if only for a moment. Pale white hairs, one or two at a time, were occasionally found by myself or one of the other Saiya-jins. We knew she was there somewhere.
"She betrayed our people. This child has to be hers. There is no other way that this girl could end up looking exactly like her." Vegeta pointed accusingly at the little one, who wiggled down into a more comfortable spot on Bulma's lap.
"First of all, Vegeta, you have no evidence that this is Kitajara's daughter. Second, even if she is, Kitajara is the traitor, not this baby!" Bulma said.
"Does this mean it has to stay here?" Trunks asked, wrinkling his nose.
"She has nowhere else to go," Bulma answered. "But she needs a name."
"Nanaki," Vegeta said quickly. Bulma and Trunks stared at him. "It was the name of Kitajara's mother. It will suit the brat."
"Nanaki." Bulma rolled the name in her mouth, testing it. "I like it. Nanaki it is."
"Na- Nan- Naki-" Trunks tried, but he couldn't manage to get the name out. "Aki," he finally said. "I'll call her Aki."
"That's a good nickname for her, Trunks," Bulma said, patting her son on the head. "Aki will have to share your room tonight, okay?"
"WHAT?!" he exclaimed, pulling his hair. "I am NOT sharing a room with some baby girl!"
"Just joking, dear," Bulma giggled. "We have plenty of room for her. I'll need to call everyone, they'll be very interested..." she said to herself as she walked away.
~*~*~*~*~
Okay, you've read the prologue and the first chapter. I don't usually ask for reviews, but this time I am, because I've worked hard. 5 reviews per chapter and I'll continue. THANK YOU!