Be Silent
Disclaimer: I only own Nanaki- er, Frost- not DBZ
Author's Note: LAST CHAPTER! WAAAAAH! But I promise the sequel will be up soon. Couple of days, tops. Probably less. I've got the prologue and eight chapters done, I just have to come up with a title and a summary.
Vegeta'z-gurl asked for me to tell everyone how a name was pronounced. I couldn't figure out which one she meant, so I'll just tell you how to pronounce all the names I've got in this story:
Nanaki: Nah-nah-kee/Aki: Ah-kee
Frost: umm... it's pronounced like the icy stuff... yeah
Kitajara: Kee-tah-jah-rah
Chapter 15: Why she must say Good-Bye
"I suppose your parents wouldn't have told you, Vegeta," Frost began. "The latest royalty liked to pretend they were the only ones. No. Long ago there were others, too. More than one empire on the planet existed. And one of these empires was ruled by a different genetic strain. They were pale and white-haired.
"Over time, the empire now known as the 'royal family' began taking over. They conquered the others one kingdom at a time. Without their careful monitoring of the royal line, my family was gradually absorbed into the mainline gene pool. After hundreds of years came my mother, Kitajara. She was a throwback. Like her forefathers, her strength was not in the physical, but in the amazing intellect. Frieza recognized this, unlike everyone else. So he took her in to be one of his top scientists, and she moved her way up through the ranks and closer and closer to Frieza himself. Eventually Lord Frieza became so impressed that he made her his second in command. He then wooed her, and the two fell in love and formed a bond.
"I wasn't 'born' until after my father died. My grieving mother combined my father's DNA and her own, and created me. She based my looks on herself, as you may have noticed, but I am very much my father's daughter." She paused a moment, allowing this reality to sink in. Then she continued. "I'm going home now. I still know where you keep my space pod, Bulma. And I remember how to drive it."
"Wait," Trunks interrupted, stretching out his hand towards her. "Why is it that you suddenly remember all this?" Frost tried to ignore him, but he stepped into her path, blocking with his still-outstretched arm. "You're not going anywhere until you explain."
The rage and bitterness in Frost's icy blue eyes mellowed some, into mere annoyance. "You have seen the marks on my cheek. Mother scratched something into me to impair my memory, but I'm still not sure what it is. The same thing healed the scars she left on my cheek, at least to all outward appearances. Somehow this effect has worn off or been removed. How that is I don't know, but I'm thankful for it. Now let me go." She gave a falsely sweet grin and pushed past his arm and down the hall.
Bulma and Vegeta hadn't said anything since Frost's story began. Now the blue-haired woman stepped forward and reached out a pleading hand. "Nanaki..." she began, her voice coming out in a near sob. Vegeta placed a restraining hand on his wife's shoulder, and together they watched the white-haired girl walk away.
Trunks was the one to finally follow the girl he had once known as his sister. He chased her down, but didn't say anything until they had reached the room where the space pod was housed. "Aki- Frost- this is crazy. You've been happy here for ten years, but now you suddenly want to leave? What kind of sense does that make?"
"What makes you think I was ever happy here?!" Frost snapped back, her rage returning. "Endless tormenting on your part, being followed around by your stupid friend, not knowing where I came from, looking like no one else on the planet... You honestly think I was happy?" Anger burned in every syllable of her speech, and her face was flushed as she turned and opened the hatch of the pod.
"Please, just remember all the times you were happy," Trunks begged. "Destroying my toys, teasing me about girls, hanging out with Marron, beating everyone at the tournament, pounding on Goku, training with Dad..." he trailed off, leaving the rest to her, only his eyes pleading.
"It's not important. Just leave me alone. I'm going home where my people need me." She began climbing into the pod, but she paused partway in. "I need to know if my mother is alright. I remember everything that I could have known before I left, but since then, I know nothing. My very last memories are of soldiers charging towards my mother. I don't know what they did to her." She turned her head, looking him straight in his azure eyes with her own paler blue ones. "This is my home and my family we're talking about. You and your mother and father have been good to raise me, and Bra's a sweet kid, but I have to know." She sat down in the space pod seat, but before she could close the door Trunks tried once again to stop her.
"But you're my little sister..." he began.
"No, I'm not. Never think of me as your sister again." He tried once again to interrupt, but Frost merely commanded, "Be silent." She closed the door, but through the round viewport Trunks could still see her face. He pushed the button opening the door in the ceiling, allowing the pod a clear path to the skies. Through the window, just before the pod lifted off, he could see a tear rolling down her scarred cheek, and a hand pressed to the glass as the Ice-jin princess watched the earth fade away below her.
Disclaimer: I only own Nanaki- er, Frost- not DBZ
Author's Note: LAST CHAPTER! WAAAAAH! But I promise the sequel will be up soon. Couple of days, tops. Probably less. I've got the prologue and eight chapters done, I just have to come up with a title and a summary.
Vegeta'z-gurl asked for me to tell everyone how a name was pronounced. I couldn't figure out which one she meant, so I'll just tell you how to pronounce all the names I've got in this story:
Nanaki: Nah-nah-kee/Aki: Ah-kee
Frost: umm... it's pronounced like the icy stuff... yeah
Kitajara: Kee-tah-jah-rah
Chapter 15: Why she must say Good-Bye
"I suppose your parents wouldn't have told you, Vegeta," Frost began. "The latest royalty liked to pretend they were the only ones. No. Long ago there were others, too. More than one empire on the planet existed. And one of these empires was ruled by a different genetic strain. They were pale and white-haired.
"Over time, the empire now known as the 'royal family' began taking over. They conquered the others one kingdom at a time. Without their careful monitoring of the royal line, my family was gradually absorbed into the mainline gene pool. After hundreds of years came my mother, Kitajara. She was a throwback. Like her forefathers, her strength was not in the physical, but in the amazing intellect. Frieza recognized this, unlike everyone else. So he took her in to be one of his top scientists, and she moved her way up through the ranks and closer and closer to Frieza himself. Eventually Lord Frieza became so impressed that he made her his second in command. He then wooed her, and the two fell in love and formed a bond.
"I wasn't 'born' until after my father died. My grieving mother combined my father's DNA and her own, and created me. She based my looks on herself, as you may have noticed, but I am very much my father's daughter." She paused a moment, allowing this reality to sink in. Then she continued. "I'm going home now. I still know where you keep my space pod, Bulma. And I remember how to drive it."
"Wait," Trunks interrupted, stretching out his hand towards her. "Why is it that you suddenly remember all this?" Frost tried to ignore him, but he stepped into her path, blocking with his still-outstretched arm. "You're not going anywhere until you explain."
The rage and bitterness in Frost's icy blue eyes mellowed some, into mere annoyance. "You have seen the marks on my cheek. Mother scratched something into me to impair my memory, but I'm still not sure what it is. The same thing healed the scars she left on my cheek, at least to all outward appearances. Somehow this effect has worn off or been removed. How that is I don't know, but I'm thankful for it. Now let me go." She gave a falsely sweet grin and pushed past his arm and down the hall.
Bulma and Vegeta hadn't said anything since Frost's story began. Now the blue-haired woman stepped forward and reached out a pleading hand. "Nanaki..." she began, her voice coming out in a near sob. Vegeta placed a restraining hand on his wife's shoulder, and together they watched the white-haired girl walk away.
Trunks was the one to finally follow the girl he had once known as his sister. He chased her down, but didn't say anything until they had reached the room where the space pod was housed. "Aki- Frost- this is crazy. You've been happy here for ten years, but now you suddenly want to leave? What kind of sense does that make?"
"What makes you think I was ever happy here?!" Frost snapped back, her rage returning. "Endless tormenting on your part, being followed around by your stupid friend, not knowing where I came from, looking like no one else on the planet... You honestly think I was happy?" Anger burned in every syllable of her speech, and her face was flushed as she turned and opened the hatch of the pod.
"Please, just remember all the times you were happy," Trunks begged. "Destroying my toys, teasing me about girls, hanging out with Marron, beating everyone at the tournament, pounding on Goku, training with Dad..." he trailed off, leaving the rest to her, only his eyes pleading.
"It's not important. Just leave me alone. I'm going home where my people need me." She began climbing into the pod, but she paused partway in. "I need to know if my mother is alright. I remember everything that I could have known before I left, but since then, I know nothing. My very last memories are of soldiers charging towards my mother. I don't know what they did to her." She turned her head, looking him straight in his azure eyes with her own paler blue ones. "This is my home and my family we're talking about. You and your mother and father have been good to raise me, and Bra's a sweet kid, but I have to know." She sat down in the space pod seat, but before she could close the door Trunks tried once again to stop her.
"But you're my little sister..." he began.
"No, I'm not. Never think of me as your sister again." He tried once again to interrupt, but Frost merely commanded, "Be silent." She closed the door, but through the round viewport Trunks could still see her face. He pushed the button opening the door in the ceiling, allowing the pod a clear path to the skies. Through the window, just before the pod lifted off, he could see a tear rolling down her scarred cheek, and a hand pressed to the glass as the Ice-jin princess watched the earth fade away below her.