Be Silent
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, only Nanaki
Author's Note: So close to the end... *weeps and clings to her story* Big turning point here, so have fun reading, kay?
Chapter 13: The Dream
It was morning before Aki came out of her room again, and she was none too happy with her brother. However, with both her parents on his side for once, she didn't have much hope. "Good morning!" Bra said cheerily as Nanaki made her way to the breakfast table.
"Hey kid," Aki replied halfheartedly.
"I was asleep when you got home. Was the dance fun? Was it really like Cinderella's royal ball?" Bra asked. Nanaki simply replied with a seemingly disappointed shake of her head as she sat down.
"Dances are not all they're cracked up to be, especially when you go with a member of the Son family," said the Saiya-jin female, who felt very much like a member of her race at the time. In other words, she wanted to destroy something. "Be glad you've got a few years to wait before you can go."
"That's too bad. I thought it would be fun to go to a ball and dance with a charming prince," Bra replied before going back to her breakfast.
The gears in Aki's head turned as she began her own meal. There had been no prince at the "ball" as Bra called it. Even if there had, she wouldn't have been dancing with him. She was there with that idiot Goten. It seemed as though everything lately pointed out the worst in her life. Or maybe she had just become a pessimist.
"Nanaki, dear, glad to see you're awake," Bulma said cheerily as she walked in with another tray full of food. One look at her adopted daughter's face, however, and she became worried. "Are you okay, Aki?"
"I guess so, Mom," Nanaki replied with a sigh. "About as okay as anyone can be when their life sucks."
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry I made you go to that dance," Bulma said quickly. "Honestly, if I had known it would've made you that upset..."
"Never mind, Mom," Aki said, standing up from the table. "I'm full now. May I be excused?" Bulma could only utter her shocked consent. It wasn't often that Nanaki left the table early, much less in such a polite manner.
Aki headed straight back to her room. She wasn't feeling at her best; her head ached horribly. She blamed it on Trunks having hold of her tail for so long the night before. "All I need is a nap," she told herself. "I just didn't sleep well last night." She lay down on the bed and was sleeping soundly as soon as her head hit the pillow.
*It was dark, but Aki could hear and feel the pounding of feet, and the sharp cry of an infant reached her ears. If she hadn't known better, she would think the crying was her own. Why was everything so dark?
Suddenly, a voice pierced the gloom. "Kitajara, stop there!" It was a deep, masculine voice, rough and unpleasant to the ears. It startled the infant into silence. "You can't get away!"
Another voice responded, this one feminine, and fear evident in its tone. "You'll never have her! She belongs here, she's the rightful heir!"
"That *thing* you created is no more heir to Lord Frieza than a pest that's taken up residence in the woodwork. Hand it over and I'll kill it quickly. If you resist, I promise I'll make this very painful for both of you."
The darkness suddenly left. There had been a blanket covering Nanaki's face, and it had shifted because she was being carried away again, this time even faster than before. She could now see the panicked face of a woman who looked very much like herself: the same white hair, the same pale blue eyes, but her delicate forehead graced with a silver tiara bearing a purple jewel. This must be the one the male voice had called Kitajara.
The owner of the male voice, a huge, muscular man with strange colored skin, quickly caught up to Kitajara. He reached for the bundle in her arms, and Nanaki could feel a sharp pain in her cheek. Kitajara knocked the man back with a blast of energy from her palm and kept running.
Nanaki was soon settled into a seat by the lovely woman that looked so much like her. "I can't let you remember this place, or exactly who you really are. They'll find you. But I hope you always remember how much I love you, and how much pride your heritage has." The infant began crying again, but Kitajara continued her speech. "Shhh, I know, but I have to. Goodbye, my little Frost. I love you!" The door of the space pod, for that is where Nanaki had been settled, began to close, until she could only see the distorted face of the woman with tears running down her cheeks. Even as the pod lifted off Nanaki could see several men, apparently soldiers of some sort, running towards Kitajara.
Then she woke up.*
Aki's face was covered in a cold sweat. "What in the world was that?" she panted. "I was in a space pod." Suddenly, something inside her seemed to click. "MOM!"
It was only a moment before Bulma and Vegeta both came to the door. "What's going on brat?!" Vegeta demanded.
"I had the weirdest dream, and I think it was a memory of something that happened before I came here," Nanaki said, her voice quivering. "Mom, Dad, who's Kitajara?"
Vegeta visibly flinched at the name, and Bulma wore a look of grave concern. "She's the one who we think might have been your real mother," Bulma answered slowly. "You look just like her." Vegeta simply grunted something about "that damn pet of Frieza's."
"Frieza? Someone said something about Frieza and his heir!" Nanaki exclaimed.
"I think you need to sit down and tell us everything you remember, in order," Bulma said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "I have a feeling that we can learn a lot from this."
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, only Nanaki
Author's Note: So close to the end... *weeps and clings to her story* Big turning point here, so have fun reading, kay?
Chapter 13: The Dream
It was morning before Aki came out of her room again, and she was none too happy with her brother. However, with both her parents on his side for once, she didn't have much hope. "Good morning!" Bra said cheerily as Nanaki made her way to the breakfast table.
"Hey kid," Aki replied halfheartedly.
"I was asleep when you got home. Was the dance fun? Was it really like Cinderella's royal ball?" Bra asked. Nanaki simply replied with a seemingly disappointed shake of her head as she sat down.
"Dances are not all they're cracked up to be, especially when you go with a member of the Son family," said the Saiya-jin female, who felt very much like a member of her race at the time. In other words, she wanted to destroy something. "Be glad you've got a few years to wait before you can go."
"That's too bad. I thought it would be fun to go to a ball and dance with a charming prince," Bra replied before going back to her breakfast.
The gears in Aki's head turned as she began her own meal. There had been no prince at the "ball" as Bra called it. Even if there had, she wouldn't have been dancing with him. She was there with that idiot Goten. It seemed as though everything lately pointed out the worst in her life. Or maybe she had just become a pessimist.
"Nanaki, dear, glad to see you're awake," Bulma said cheerily as she walked in with another tray full of food. One look at her adopted daughter's face, however, and she became worried. "Are you okay, Aki?"
"I guess so, Mom," Nanaki replied with a sigh. "About as okay as anyone can be when their life sucks."
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry I made you go to that dance," Bulma said quickly. "Honestly, if I had known it would've made you that upset..."
"Never mind, Mom," Aki said, standing up from the table. "I'm full now. May I be excused?" Bulma could only utter her shocked consent. It wasn't often that Nanaki left the table early, much less in such a polite manner.
Aki headed straight back to her room. She wasn't feeling at her best; her head ached horribly. She blamed it on Trunks having hold of her tail for so long the night before. "All I need is a nap," she told herself. "I just didn't sleep well last night." She lay down on the bed and was sleeping soundly as soon as her head hit the pillow.
*It was dark, but Aki could hear and feel the pounding of feet, and the sharp cry of an infant reached her ears. If she hadn't known better, she would think the crying was her own. Why was everything so dark?
Suddenly, a voice pierced the gloom. "Kitajara, stop there!" It was a deep, masculine voice, rough and unpleasant to the ears. It startled the infant into silence. "You can't get away!"
Another voice responded, this one feminine, and fear evident in its tone. "You'll never have her! She belongs here, she's the rightful heir!"
"That *thing* you created is no more heir to Lord Frieza than a pest that's taken up residence in the woodwork. Hand it over and I'll kill it quickly. If you resist, I promise I'll make this very painful for both of you."
The darkness suddenly left. There had been a blanket covering Nanaki's face, and it had shifted because she was being carried away again, this time even faster than before. She could now see the panicked face of a woman who looked very much like herself: the same white hair, the same pale blue eyes, but her delicate forehead graced with a silver tiara bearing a purple jewel. This must be the one the male voice had called Kitajara.
The owner of the male voice, a huge, muscular man with strange colored skin, quickly caught up to Kitajara. He reached for the bundle in her arms, and Nanaki could feel a sharp pain in her cheek. Kitajara knocked the man back with a blast of energy from her palm and kept running.
Nanaki was soon settled into a seat by the lovely woman that looked so much like her. "I can't let you remember this place, or exactly who you really are. They'll find you. But I hope you always remember how much I love you, and how much pride your heritage has." The infant began crying again, but Kitajara continued her speech. "Shhh, I know, but I have to. Goodbye, my little Frost. I love you!" The door of the space pod, for that is where Nanaki had been settled, began to close, until she could only see the distorted face of the woman with tears running down her cheeks. Even as the pod lifted off Nanaki could see several men, apparently soldiers of some sort, running towards Kitajara.
Then she woke up.*
Aki's face was covered in a cold sweat. "What in the world was that?" she panted. "I was in a space pod." Suddenly, something inside her seemed to click. "MOM!"
It was only a moment before Bulma and Vegeta both came to the door. "What's going on brat?!" Vegeta demanded.
"I had the weirdest dream, and I think it was a memory of something that happened before I came here," Nanaki said, her voice quivering. "Mom, Dad, who's Kitajara?"
Vegeta visibly flinched at the name, and Bulma wore a look of grave concern. "She's the one who we think might have been your real mother," Bulma answered slowly. "You look just like her." Vegeta simply grunted something about "that damn pet of Frieza's."
"Frieza? Someone said something about Frieza and his heir!" Nanaki exclaimed.
"I think you need to sit down and tell us everything you remember, in order," Bulma said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "I have a feeling that we can learn a lot from this."