Be Silent
Disclaimer: I only own Nanaki, not any other part of DBZ
Author's Note: Only one more chapter after this. That's not cool... but that's why I have a sequel coming. I'm going as fast as I can on that.
Chapter 14: The beginning of the truth
When Nanaki had finished recounting her dream, her adoptive parents were even more worried than before. Bulma refused to discuss her fears in front of Aki, and dragged Vegeta away, assuring her daughter that she'd help make sense of things.
"It's worse than I thought. The brat isn't just the daughter of a traitor; she's the daughter of a tyrant!" Vegeta raved as soon as they were out of earshot.
"We don't have proof that she's Frieza's daughter," Bulma replied as calmly as she could manage. "If Aki remembers right, then Kitajara created her in some way. I would guess that it had something to do with genetic engineering. But from the looks of it, Nanaki may be nothing more than a clone."
"She possesses skills that no mere Saiya-jin has ever had. This would explain everything!" Vegeta insisted.
"Stay calm. Kitajara was different, and who's to say it doesn't have something to do with the same reason both she and Nanaki are so lightly colored?" Despite her pleas, Bulma had the same reservations as Vegeta. This strange dream opened up a lot of questions that they thought had been answered a long time ago. "I think our best bet would be a DNA test."
Unknown to the preoccupied adults, Trunks was right around the corner, where he had stopped short upon first hearing his father's voice. He'd heard every word. The lavender-haired teen was shocked, to put it mildly. Still silent as a mouse, he slunk down the hall and took another route to his room. He slumped down into his desk chair to think.
"Okay... the brat who I've known as my little sister for over half my life is the daughter of one of the most evil villains the universe has ever known. Sheesh, you wouldn't guess it by looking at her. This is too weird." The more he thought about it, however, the more it made sense, especially after the night before, at the dance. There had been something in her eyes that he had never seen even in Vegeta at his angriest. Trunks had fancied at the time that it was nearly like the rage of Frieza that his father had told him about in stories, but he hadn't known how right he was.
"Eh, what do I care, anyway," he said, shrugging off the thought. Having so reassured himself, he went back out into the hall.
"It was MY dream! What could you possibly want to say that you couldn't let me hear?! That I'm a freak? This is weird enough without you two making such a big deal about it!" From the sound of it, Nanaki had discovered Bulma and Vegeta's conversation and was less than pleased.
Hoping to distract his family from their argument, at least for a moment, Trunks cut in, acting as if he knew nothing of the topic. "Mom, Dad, Aki, what's going on?" he began, stopping short when his sister turned. "Aki, what's on your face?!"
Four light lines crisscrossed on Nanaki's left cheek, forming a # sign on her face. They were a pale brown, barely standing out, and might not have even been visible except for the fact that Aki already had unusually pale skin. The marks on her face made her seem all the paler.
"Shut up. My name's not Aki," the girl snarled. "It's Frost." Bulma gasped at the pronunciation. "Be quiet, Bulma. I don't belong here. I want to go home. My REAL home."
"This is your home, brat. Don't you dare say otherwise," Vegeta scolded gruffly.
"I do dare say it, because it's true. I'm not human at all, I'm not fully Saiya-jin, and I was born somewhere else from different parents, with a different meaning to life. Hell, I'm a PRINCESS on my home planet!" The same rage Trunks had seen the night before at the dance was beginning to form in Nanaki's eyes, and the marks on her cheek were getting darker by the second.
"Nan- er, Frost, honey, please be calm," Bulma begged. "You're a princess here, too. You're the daughter of the prince of all Saiya-jins." Frost, as she now called herself, snorted in disdain for the nearly extinct race.
"I am Ice-jin and Saiya-jin. I am of the two proudest races of the universe, of two of the proudest royal lines."
Vegeta interrupted here. "You may be adopted by the royal family of Vegeta- sei, but if you're talking about your birth parents, you're no Saiya-jin royal," he snapped.
"Do you not know who my mother really was?" Frost replied, smirking slightly. Trunks watched as the strange lines on his adopted sister's face continued to darken and etch themselves into the surface of the skin. "Well, then, let me tell you."
Disclaimer: I only own Nanaki, not any other part of DBZ
Author's Note: Only one more chapter after this. That's not cool... but that's why I have a sequel coming. I'm going as fast as I can on that.
Chapter 14: The beginning of the truth
When Nanaki had finished recounting her dream, her adoptive parents were even more worried than before. Bulma refused to discuss her fears in front of Aki, and dragged Vegeta away, assuring her daughter that she'd help make sense of things.
"It's worse than I thought. The brat isn't just the daughter of a traitor; she's the daughter of a tyrant!" Vegeta raved as soon as they were out of earshot.
"We don't have proof that she's Frieza's daughter," Bulma replied as calmly as she could manage. "If Aki remembers right, then Kitajara created her in some way. I would guess that it had something to do with genetic engineering. But from the looks of it, Nanaki may be nothing more than a clone."
"She possesses skills that no mere Saiya-jin has ever had. This would explain everything!" Vegeta insisted.
"Stay calm. Kitajara was different, and who's to say it doesn't have something to do with the same reason both she and Nanaki are so lightly colored?" Despite her pleas, Bulma had the same reservations as Vegeta. This strange dream opened up a lot of questions that they thought had been answered a long time ago. "I think our best bet would be a DNA test."
Unknown to the preoccupied adults, Trunks was right around the corner, where he had stopped short upon first hearing his father's voice. He'd heard every word. The lavender-haired teen was shocked, to put it mildly. Still silent as a mouse, he slunk down the hall and took another route to his room. He slumped down into his desk chair to think.
"Okay... the brat who I've known as my little sister for over half my life is the daughter of one of the most evil villains the universe has ever known. Sheesh, you wouldn't guess it by looking at her. This is too weird." The more he thought about it, however, the more it made sense, especially after the night before, at the dance. There had been something in her eyes that he had never seen even in Vegeta at his angriest. Trunks had fancied at the time that it was nearly like the rage of Frieza that his father had told him about in stories, but he hadn't known how right he was.
"Eh, what do I care, anyway," he said, shrugging off the thought. Having so reassured himself, he went back out into the hall.
"It was MY dream! What could you possibly want to say that you couldn't let me hear?! That I'm a freak? This is weird enough without you two making such a big deal about it!" From the sound of it, Nanaki had discovered Bulma and Vegeta's conversation and was less than pleased.
Hoping to distract his family from their argument, at least for a moment, Trunks cut in, acting as if he knew nothing of the topic. "Mom, Dad, Aki, what's going on?" he began, stopping short when his sister turned. "Aki, what's on your face?!"
Four light lines crisscrossed on Nanaki's left cheek, forming a # sign on her face. They were a pale brown, barely standing out, and might not have even been visible except for the fact that Aki already had unusually pale skin. The marks on her face made her seem all the paler.
"Shut up. My name's not Aki," the girl snarled. "It's Frost." Bulma gasped at the pronunciation. "Be quiet, Bulma. I don't belong here. I want to go home. My REAL home."
"This is your home, brat. Don't you dare say otherwise," Vegeta scolded gruffly.
"I do dare say it, because it's true. I'm not human at all, I'm not fully Saiya-jin, and I was born somewhere else from different parents, with a different meaning to life. Hell, I'm a PRINCESS on my home planet!" The same rage Trunks had seen the night before at the dance was beginning to form in Nanaki's eyes, and the marks on her cheek were getting darker by the second.
"Nan- er, Frost, honey, please be calm," Bulma begged. "You're a princess here, too. You're the daughter of the prince of all Saiya-jins." Frost, as she now called herself, snorted in disdain for the nearly extinct race.
"I am Ice-jin and Saiya-jin. I am of the two proudest races of the universe, of two of the proudest royal lines."
Vegeta interrupted here. "You may be adopted by the royal family of Vegeta- sei, but if you're talking about your birth parents, you're no Saiya-jin royal," he snapped.
"Do you not know who my mother really was?" Frost replied, smirking slightly. Trunks watched as the strange lines on his adopted sister's face continued to darken and etch themselves into the surface of the skin. "Well, then, let me tell you."