Vegeta turned the gravity on to twenty times that of earth, making it
relatively harder to move than usual. But Hotaru, who had been happy one
moment, had instantly switched to her deadly mode. She had remembered
something, a flash back at a lake similar to the one in this dimension. It
angered her beyond belief. It was what made her realize that back before
last year, her mother had not really given a damn what happened to Hotaru.
It had been cruel and unusual.
Hotaru's older sister, Sakuya, had been trained to be the royal guard. Sakuya was mortal, unlike Hotaru, and they knew this by the time Hotaru was born, killed, and reborn from the ashes. Sakuya, henceforth, had to train harder than Hotaru, in order to be better than her opponent. Otherwise, she'd never survive. Sakuya had been taken for a training session in which she was to guard the treasure of the palace lake.
While Sakuya was guarding the lake, there was a staged attack on the lake. She was forced to fight them all off, one by one, her life dwindling. She escaped- just barely- with her life, and was passed on ot the next level of training as soon as she was better. Hotaru hadn't known about it and hadn't found out until the she herself went through the same training session. And then she'd escaped unscathed, of course, her true powers had been revealed. And the unfortunate thing was, Hotaru, who had died about four times by now, knew the sensation of death well, and that was nearly her fifth brush with it. After she got back to the palace, Sakuya's cold heart lay open. Sakuya was sitting in her room, and Hotaru's powers had peaked for the moment. Hotaru could see everything from her past.
Searching her sister's heart, she saw the plan her mother had come up with to accent her training. Sakuya had had this training last year as well. But her heart was too cold to warn her own sister of what her mother was doing. And Hotaru howled in anger and pain.
"How could you all?!" Hotaru had screeched.
"You don't understand, Hotaru-" Sakuya had began, but Hotaru cut her off.
"No, you don't understand. Just because your cold hearted doesn't mean I'm expendable!" Hotaru yelled at the top of her lungs.
"I wasn't allowed to tell you anything anyways. Mother threatened my life. And you are expendable." Sakuya said, rather calmly. Her cold heart hadn't warmed in eleven years. Sakuya was only seventeen, yet her heart was as cold as ice. All of the suitors had been turned down, due to the fact that Sakuya's cold heart didn't permit her to be in love. The only thing Sakuya knew how to do anymore was serve.
"I'm WHAT?!" Hotaru shouted. She honestly couldn't believe that her very own sister had just told her that she was expendable. Hotaru ran into her mother's quarters, looking fervently for her.
"Mother!!" Hotaru shouted.
"What Hotaru?" her mother asked, unconcerned.
"Sakuya just told me I was EXPENDABLE!" Hotaru exclaimed, hoping her mother would tell her otherwise.
"She's right. You are expendable. If you die, you are only reborn from the ashes. So it doesn't hurt to see you killed as it would to see Sakuya killed. She doesn't come back, Hotaru." Queen Seki replied to her distressed daughter.
"Y-you're dispicable!" Hotaru had shouted. She couldn't handle this. She was nearly sixteen, and her mother had just told her that she could care less whether she lives or dies because she comes back. She spun on her heel, and ran out of the room, tears flowing freely. She threw herself back into training. She became bored with it, already forgotten the pain in her heart, she couldn't feel anything when she fought. It was too hard to feel when she fought. Hotaru had already locked the memory away in the back of her brain and thrown it into storage. That was when she felt like sleeping. And she left to her own quarters. She was bored to no extent already, and she didn't feel or think enough to care about her mother or sister. She was the same as they were, yet she was different. She had a heart of gold, except when she was battling.
Hotaru, sitting in her room, then cried out for a challenge. Something she could work at. A way to get away from the world she knew, her mother, her sister, the boredom of training that didn't work, and most of all, the negative energy that constantly hung around the palace. Nobody else seemed to sense it, probably because they weren't paying enough attention. But the negative energy came from the cold hearts of the saturnians that resided in the palace. And she didn't want to add to that negative energy. She was Hotaru, and she may be the senshi of death, but she was also the senshi of rebirth. And she needed a healthy setting, and a new challenge.
'I remember now. Now why I hate my mother and sister. How could I have simply forgotten that day?' Hotaru thought, rather venemously. This is what landed her here. Here to train, which she hadn't done too much of in the month that she'd been here. It was odd enough that she'd fallen in love, it was more so like she belonged here than on Saturn with all of the other senshi, but she had definitely grown up there, and made friends with the senshi of Usagi (Serenity-hime).
"Are you ready, onna?" Vegeta called, tauntingly.
"Hai." Hotaru said. Her eyes flashed a deadly shade of black as she powered up half way. For a moment, a flicker of unease crossed Vegeta's eyes. Hotaru smirked.
"Go." he said simply, and he charged at her. Dodging easily, Hotaru decided to have some fun. She concentrated her energy onto her palm and shaped it with her mind. Vegeta hadn't taught her this, but he had taught her to form the energy. She bent it into the shape of a boomerang. She threw it at Vegeta, who was now level with her, and he dodged it easily. Hotaru hid her smirk, and moved directly into his path, holding her hand in the air, as though she was going to call some kind of energy that Vegeta had never seen before. He hesitated just to make sure, and he got hit in the back with Hotaru's boomerang energy.
Hotaru, realizing that she had nearly fatally injured her sensei, rushed over, and reabsorbed the energy. She was going to need it. Frowning, she noticed that the energy had barely missed his heart. She quickly began to heal him as Trunks turned off the gravity. Hotaru felt lighter, but she realized that the gravity had slowed Vegeta significantly. He must have been tired from before, unlike herself. She hadn't expended much energy until half an hour ago. She healed him in about fifteen minutes, and he got up.
"Kami shimatte, onna!" Vegeta shouted.
"Gomen Vegeta-sensei." Hotaru stated simply, and she got up, and left. She felt tears flowing, and she knew what was wrong. It was her inner demons. She always had an insatiable lust to kill whenever she was near a youkai. But Vegeta was no youkai, but she still felt the need to kill. When she died for the third time, she had taken her opponent with her, and a part of the evil in her opponent's soul had transferred to her very own soul. Ever since then, she got an insatiable lust to kill every once in a while. Frowning deeply with tears still streaming down her face, Hotaru ran as fast as she could up to the room she'd been staying in, and took for the shower. She turned the cold on, she didn't bother with the hot. She felt a shock go through her when the water hit her. It was cold.
"What happened to the onna?" Vegeta growled, "She nearly killed me!"
"I have no idea, but I know she felt really horrible. But part of me is definitely blaming you for this. If you hadn't said she couldn't beat you, she might not have tried so hard." Trunks told his father. Vegeta scowled and replied nastily, "If you don't get out of my sight right now...." he started, and Trunks took his cue to run off after Hotaru. Her ki was smothered by something brilliantly iceburg blue in his mind. It must have been something pretty cold. He entered her room, and Hotaru's negative ki hit him like a punch with a lot of power behind it .
"Hotaru?" he called out. There was no reply, but he heard the soft pitter patter of what he thought to be water. He walked over to the bathroom door, and the ki got stronger. It was horribly negative.
'Is that Trunks outside the bathroom door? I can't let him see me like this... I'm a wreck. My ki is so negative right now I'm surprised he could get into my room without nearly choking to death. I should neutralize it....But I'm not in the bloody mood.....' Hotaru's thoughts fluttered across her brain, making a slightly rational thought train, but not quite as rational as she normally would have liked. Hotaru silently hoped that her negative ki forced Trunks out of the room.
"Hotaru?" Trunks called out againg, but there was still no answer. And her negative ki was really starting to get to him. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, as though there were a poisonous haze in the air. He decided to take refuge on her balcony until she would come out. The iceberg blue that blurred her ki grew stronger, and the soft pitter patter became more of loud, rapid thudding noises. Trunks just sat on her balcony, surprised that he was truly gasping for air.
As Hotaru let her thoughts run rampant, and her lust decreased considerably, she turned the water up once more. She felt herself calming down, and turned some of the hot water on. It felt good, and calming. So she turned it farther, making the water warmer, until it was about room temperature.
Trunks, still breathing a little heavily from ten minutes ago, noticed that the iceberg blue color was now a purple color. That relieved Trunks a little bit, but he was still worried that Hotaru wasn't going to be quite alright.
Hotaru felt completely calm now, and she decided to go out and neutralize her room before her serene air disappeared and she couldn't do it. She exited the shower and she put a towel around her hair and body. Thankfully she'd remembered to take her clothes off, rather than just hopping in with her clothes on like she had the last time this situation occured. She stepped out into her room, and the negative energy parted like it was never there, and disappeared altogether. She felt considerably better, but the was sitll edging doubt in her mind.
"Setsuna? I know why Hotaru left. We need to talk." Queen Seki whispered.
Sorry guys.... ;; I have to work on getting the net back up. SYL!
Hotaru's older sister, Sakuya, had been trained to be the royal guard. Sakuya was mortal, unlike Hotaru, and they knew this by the time Hotaru was born, killed, and reborn from the ashes. Sakuya, henceforth, had to train harder than Hotaru, in order to be better than her opponent. Otherwise, she'd never survive. Sakuya had been taken for a training session in which she was to guard the treasure of the palace lake.
While Sakuya was guarding the lake, there was a staged attack on the lake. She was forced to fight them all off, one by one, her life dwindling. She escaped- just barely- with her life, and was passed on ot the next level of training as soon as she was better. Hotaru hadn't known about it and hadn't found out until the she herself went through the same training session. And then she'd escaped unscathed, of course, her true powers had been revealed. And the unfortunate thing was, Hotaru, who had died about four times by now, knew the sensation of death well, and that was nearly her fifth brush with it. After she got back to the palace, Sakuya's cold heart lay open. Sakuya was sitting in her room, and Hotaru's powers had peaked for the moment. Hotaru could see everything from her past.
Searching her sister's heart, she saw the plan her mother had come up with to accent her training. Sakuya had had this training last year as well. But her heart was too cold to warn her own sister of what her mother was doing. And Hotaru howled in anger and pain.
"How could you all?!" Hotaru had screeched.
"You don't understand, Hotaru-" Sakuya had began, but Hotaru cut her off.
"No, you don't understand. Just because your cold hearted doesn't mean I'm expendable!" Hotaru yelled at the top of her lungs.
"I wasn't allowed to tell you anything anyways. Mother threatened my life. And you are expendable." Sakuya said, rather calmly. Her cold heart hadn't warmed in eleven years. Sakuya was only seventeen, yet her heart was as cold as ice. All of the suitors had been turned down, due to the fact that Sakuya's cold heart didn't permit her to be in love. The only thing Sakuya knew how to do anymore was serve.
"I'm WHAT?!" Hotaru shouted. She honestly couldn't believe that her very own sister had just told her that she was expendable. Hotaru ran into her mother's quarters, looking fervently for her.
"Mother!!" Hotaru shouted.
"What Hotaru?" her mother asked, unconcerned.
"Sakuya just told me I was EXPENDABLE!" Hotaru exclaimed, hoping her mother would tell her otherwise.
"She's right. You are expendable. If you die, you are only reborn from the ashes. So it doesn't hurt to see you killed as it would to see Sakuya killed. She doesn't come back, Hotaru." Queen Seki replied to her distressed daughter.
"Y-you're dispicable!" Hotaru had shouted. She couldn't handle this. She was nearly sixteen, and her mother had just told her that she could care less whether she lives or dies because she comes back. She spun on her heel, and ran out of the room, tears flowing freely. She threw herself back into training. She became bored with it, already forgotten the pain in her heart, she couldn't feel anything when she fought. It was too hard to feel when she fought. Hotaru had already locked the memory away in the back of her brain and thrown it into storage. That was when she felt like sleeping. And she left to her own quarters. She was bored to no extent already, and she didn't feel or think enough to care about her mother or sister. She was the same as they were, yet she was different. She had a heart of gold, except when she was battling.
Hotaru, sitting in her room, then cried out for a challenge. Something she could work at. A way to get away from the world she knew, her mother, her sister, the boredom of training that didn't work, and most of all, the negative energy that constantly hung around the palace. Nobody else seemed to sense it, probably because they weren't paying enough attention. But the negative energy came from the cold hearts of the saturnians that resided in the palace. And she didn't want to add to that negative energy. She was Hotaru, and she may be the senshi of death, but she was also the senshi of rebirth. And she needed a healthy setting, and a new challenge.
'I remember now. Now why I hate my mother and sister. How could I have simply forgotten that day?' Hotaru thought, rather venemously. This is what landed her here. Here to train, which she hadn't done too much of in the month that she'd been here. It was odd enough that she'd fallen in love, it was more so like she belonged here than on Saturn with all of the other senshi, but she had definitely grown up there, and made friends with the senshi of Usagi (Serenity-hime).
"Are you ready, onna?" Vegeta called, tauntingly.
"Hai." Hotaru said. Her eyes flashed a deadly shade of black as she powered up half way. For a moment, a flicker of unease crossed Vegeta's eyes. Hotaru smirked.
"Go." he said simply, and he charged at her. Dodging easily, Hotaru decided to have some fun. She concentrated her energy onto her palm and shaped it with her mind. Vegeta hadn't taught her this, but he had taught her to form the energy. She bent it into the shape of a boomerang. She threw it at Vegeta, who was now level with her, and he dodged it easily. Hotaru hid her smirk, and moved directly into his path, holding her hand in the air, as though she was going to call some kind of energy that Vegeta had never seen before. He hesitated just to make sure, and he got hit in the back with Hotaru's boomerang energy.
Hotaru, realizing that she had nearly fatally injured her sensei, rushed over, and reabsorbed the energy. She was going to need it. Frowning, she noticed that the energy had barely missed his heart. She quickly began to heal him as Trunks turned off the gravity. Hotaru felt lighter, but she realized that the gravity had slowed Vegeta significantly. He must have been tired from before, unlike herself. She hadn't expended much energy until half an hour ago. She healed him in about fifteen minutes, and he got up.
"Kami shimatte, onna!" Vegeta shouted.
"Gomen Vegeta-sensei." Hotaru stated simply, and she got up, and left. She felt tears flowing, and she knew what was wrong. It was her inner demons. She always had an insatiable lust to kill whenever she was near a youkai. But Vegeta was no youkai, but she still felt the need to kill. When she died for the third time, she had taken her opponent with her, and a part of the evil in her opponent's soul had transferred to her very own soul. Ever since then, she got an insatiable lust to kill every once in a while. Frowning deeply with tears still streaming down her face, Hotaru ran as fast as she could up to the room she'd been staying in, and took for the shower. She turned the cold on, she didn't bother with the hot. She felt a shock go through her when the water hit her. It was cold.
"What happened to the onna?" Vegeta growled, "She nearly killed me!"
"I have no idea, but I know she felt really horrible. But part of me is definitely blaming you for this. If you hadn't said she couldn't beat you, she might not have tried so hard." Trunks told his father. Vegeta scowled and replied nastily, "If you don't get out of my sight right now...." he started, and Trunks took his cue to run off after Hotaru. Her ki was smothered by something brilliantly iceburg blue in his mind. It must have been something pretty cold. He entered her room, and Hotaru's negative ki hit him like a punch with a lot of power behind it .
"Hotaru?" he called out. There was no reply, but he heard the soft pitter patter of what he thought to be water. He walked over to the bathroom door, and the ki got stronger. It was horribly negative.
'Is that Trunks outside the bathroom door? I can't let him see me like this... I'm a wreck. My ki is so negative right now I'm surprised he could get into my room without nearly choking to death. I should neutralize it....But I'm not in the bloody mood.....' Hotaru's thoughts fluttered across her brain, making a slightly rational thought train, but not quite as rational as she normally would have liked. Hotaru silently hoped that her negative ki forced Trunks out of the room.
"Hotaru?" Trunks called out againg, but there was still no answer. And her negative ki was really starting to get to him. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, as though there were a poisonous haze in the air. He decided to take refuge on her balcony until she would come out. The iceberg blue that blurred her ki grew stronger, and the soft pitter patter became more of loud, rapid thudding noises. Trunks just sat on her balcony, surprised that he was truly gasping for air.
As Hotaru let her thoughts run rampant, and her lust decreased considerably, she turned the water up once more. She felt herself calming down, and turned some of the hot water on. It felt good, and calming. So she turned it farther, making the water warmer, until it was about room temperature.
Trunks, still breathing a little heavily from ten minutes ago, noticed that the iceberg blue color was now a purple color. That relieved Trunks a little bit, but he was still worried that Hotaru wasn't going to be quite alright.
Hotaru felt completely calm now, and she decided to go out and neutralize her room before her serene air disappeared and she couldn't do it. She exited the shower and she put a towel around her hair and body. Thankfully she'd remembered to take her clothes off, rather than just hopping in with her clothes on like she had the last time this situation occured. She stepped out into her room, and the negative energy parted like it was never there, and disappeared altogether. She felt considerably better, but the was sitll edging doubt in her mind.
"Setsuna? I know why Hotaru left. We need to talk." Queen Seki whispered.
Sorry guys.... ;; I have to work on getting the net back up. SYL!