Chapter 2: A New Life Can Be Hazardous
Pods crashed into the planet furiously, through abandoned homes, at burned down fields, and torn down mountains. The planet was abandoned and completely ruined. Shortly put, a planet where us humans wouldn't have been able to live. It wasn't the same case for the Saiyans though.
Once she landed, Milaya opened her eyes, and Delta whimpered, before lifting his head. He gave a yawn and Milaya opened the pod calmly. She and Delta walked out calmly, looking around the planet with a stoic calm. She gave a sigh.
"Still the same. Barren and ruined," she mumbled, and Delta confirmed with a bark.
"So, this planet's uninhabited?" Norak asked, walking up beside her.
Milaya gave a nod.
"It's been tha way fer years," she clarified.
Milaya scratched Delta behind his ear, who leaned against her leg calmly. Norak looked at the strange animal.
"Nice dog ya got there," he said.
"Huh?" Milaya looked at him a little oddly. "Oh, thanks."
Norak bent down so he was eye to eye with the dog. Milaya knew Delta was hostile to everyone but herself, but she kept her mouth shut. But, surprisingly…
Norak scratched Delta lightly behind his ear, and Delta actually allowed it.
'Eh? Wha's going on 'round here? Who is tha guy??' Milaya wondered, blinking a few times, frown not leaving her face.
Delta barked and licked Norak's face without a warning.
"Aya!!" Norak exclaimed and shot back to his feet.
He chuckled a little, wiping his face.
"I ge' the feelin' he likes me a lil'."
Milaya looked at him, and said: "Delta usually don't like strangers."
He looked at her and asked: "He don't?"
Milaya shook her head, only one thought running through her head.
'Who the Bloody Hell is he??'
Elvor stared up at the brightly colored sky, the gel in his hair having lost its effect, making his hair fall in loose spikes on his head. His hair was still heavily spiked, although not upward anymore. Elvor had tied a white ribbon around his forehead to keep the bangs from his face. He was dressed in a loose white shirt, and some loose jeans with sneakers. A typical look for Earthlings and Chikanojinn, yet a strange one for Saiyans.
The redheaded Marshal watched the blue sky, not comprehending why the sky was blue in the first place. On Vegeta-sei, the sky had been piercing red, though a lighter shade than the planet itself. This view was… different, and he wasn't used to differences. He wasn't a racist or anything, but they just freaked him out a little if he didn't grow up with something similar to what he was used to. But right now, he couldn't care, really. They had survived, safe for the King, who had died during the explosion, too stubborn to listen to his mate. Either that or something else had happened, something that Anaia didn't like to talk about.
Ever since Vegeta-sei had blown up, and they'd 'landed' on the planet, Rosicheena had gone back to her middle name, the name she liked most. And she wasn't the only one. The Ultimate 5 Saiyans, who staid some of the best fighters in the army, if only to aid the planet, were also considering going by their middle names. Well, four out of five at least.
Milaya seemed to miss a great part of her memory, if she had had any at all, and only knew her first name. The rest of her name and any knowledge about her parents, was missing.
The full names of the rest of the five Saiyans, were as following; Misoeya Zachana Seejoe, Zaloya Ancle Mirana, Neowie Kaichi Sojachi, and Pacara Ancha Zeloy. They all helped to rebuild the planet so they could live on the surface of the planet. People were counting on them all, but Milaya seemed not to care.
She seemed to have but one friend, that being Delta, who was nothing but a half robotic dog. However, Milaya never took the time to make friends. She was always with her nose stuck in books about all kinds of planets, learning this and that about the planets, even things that weren't necessary to know. And when she wasn't, she was working on something mechanical.
Everyone had been surprised when they learned of Milaya's intellect, not understanding where it had all come from. However, once again, Milaya told no one of the things she did.
Delta was still hostile to anyone but Milaya herself, but strangely enough, Norak managed to pet Delta countless of times. When he'd pass Milaya and Delta somewhere, he greeted Milaya with a smile and a polite nod, and scratched Delta behind his ear. Milaya found it highly peculiar, but never said anything about it.
"Hey Elvor!" a sudden voice shouted, shocking the Saiyan from his thoughts.
He turned around, watching as a yellow haired girl with dark blue eyes skipped over.
"Oh, hey Eneii, something wrong?" Elvor asked with a smile.
Eneii had served the Royal Family for quite some years. Almost as much as Elvor had been in the army, and that was a lot! Eneii was no fighter, even though there was Saiyan blood running through her veins. Eneii was more of a healing kind of girl, and one of the most wanted ones. She was beautiful, and cute, but rather hard to get.
You could try all you wanted, but Eneii was rather hard to impress. It took a lot to impress her. And even though many wanted to be friends with her, Eneii had little of those. There weren't that many people she thought she could trust, safe for Azanka Milen, Tricitrius' mate. Azanka always worked with kids, and people could trust her that nothing would go wrong with the child while she was on the job. However, now that she was gone, people weren't really sure what to do. Azanka had been one of the few people that had been able to help them out, and now she was no longer around. They doubted that she'd know of the explosion, and would probably never find them. Because the planet was shrouded with a strange field that made people think there was nothing there. Therefore, no one was able to detect the planet.
"Oh, nothing," Eneii said with a smile. "Nice hairdo!"
"Oh… uh…" Elvor mumbled, combing a hand through his unruly hair, not sure how to respond on something like that.
"Ge' a room and keep it off the street will ya!?" an unfamiliar, yet at the same time familiar, voice said.
The duo turned to the source of the voice in confusion.
Standing there, was a young looking girl with shining golden hair, parts on side of her head braided, and merging together at the back of her head. Her sapphire blue eyes twinkled with amusement, and she smirked lightly. There was a silver Dragon amulet hanging on her forehead, and all she wore was black and red clothing. Her eyes were lightly slanted, and she looked… oddly familiar.
"Have we… met before?" Elvor asked, confused.
The girl's smirk widened.
"Don't tell me ya forgot lil' ol' Anja already!" she said teasingly, and the duo gasped.
"Anja?! As in… Anja Maira Milen!?" Eneii questioned, not believing her eyes.
The girl released a howl, facing the sky, and said: "Bloody Hell! YEAH!!"
Elvor blinked in confusion, then said: "Weren't you supposed to be with your parents?"
"Who says we ain't here?" another feminine voice said, and a golden haired, magenta-eyed female stood up beside the other girl.
She was a lot older by the looks of it. Eneii smiled broadly.
"Azanka!!" she cried out.
"'Ey squirt!" Azanka said with a smile as her mate walked over, smiling as well.
"Sorry we're late," Tricitrius said with a shrug of his shoulders. "It took us a lot longer than expected."
Elvor simply smiled.
"Who told you we were here?" he asked.
"Norak did," Anja said with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest. "Lil' bro knew we woul'n't know o' it, so he send us a message!"
Elvor snorted.
'Should've known.'
As he stared at Anja for awhile though, he started to recognize another girl in the child. Only that child frowned more than she beamed.
Milaya watched as a few young Saiyans tried to lift a crate that was too big for their Saiyan strength to handle. They were trying to help with the construction of a few buildings, but were failing miserably. However, they kept at it, trying every technique they knew off. It didn't help anything though.
The General shook her head sadly, and walked over.
"Problem?" she asked tauntingly.
One of the kids looked up, shrieked in surprise, and fell from trying to lift the crate.
"G-G-G-General Milaya!!" she exclaimed in surprise, making the others look up as well.
"If ya wanna lift the crate, try't like this," Milaya said, and suddenly grasped the side of the steel crate, bending the metal easily to fit her fingers perfectly, before effortlessly lifting it up, with a single hand!
All kids gasped in shock and admiration, staring as the young General lifted the crate without even breaking a sweat.
Milaya looked down at the kid who had tumbled over and asked: "Where does this thin' go?"
The girl shook violently, then raised one hand, pointing toward a large container.
"O-o-over there, ma'am," she stuttered.
The General nodded, and began walking over to her destination, the kids running after her, beaming brightly. The kids were all big admires of the General, especially the girls, who dreamed of becoming as strong and beautiful as her.
Milaya could care less about what they thought off her. Because inside, she was exactly like her face; cold and emotionless.
"There she is!!" Eneii exclaimed, pointing over to one of the construction sites.
Anja pushed past the blonde, and looked as well, before smiling brightly.
"Lil' sis!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands wildly.
Azanka smiled too.
"So, she's doin' jus' fine?" she asked.
Elvor sighed.
"Forget it, Anja," he said. "She doesn't know anything but her first name and how to fight. And that's about it."
Tricitrius gasped in shock.
"That's it?!" he asked.
"That's it," Elvor said with a nod.
"I thought I made sure she'd know at least her full name!" Tricitrius muttered.
Elvor sighed, not knowing how Milaya could've forgotten who she was if Tricitrius didn't do it. Unless…
Elvor growled furiously, suddenly understanding.
"Why that overgrown son of a!!!" he hissed venomously.
"Elvor? What are you saying??" Tricitrius asked.
"Next time I see him, he's DEAD!!!" Elvor hissed again, and shot off into the sky, a streak of white the only sign he'd been around.
"Thank you, General," the master builder said, smiling at the golden haired General, who was surrounded by several children.
"Don't mention it," Milaya mumbled, flying up to place the large crate on another one easily.
She calmly turned, and suddenly noticed a small group of people over watching the construction. She looked at them a little oddly, before descending back to the ground.
"Thanks again. We'll handle it from here, ma'am," the master builder said.
Milaya nodded at him, surrounded herself in fiery blue aura, and shot off, away from the construction site.
Anja watched the girl fly off, shrouded in a furious blue aura. She had to talk to her. Just had to!
"Mom, dad, I'll see ya at home, bye!" she said quickly, and flew after the General that was her sister.
She had waited so long to finally have a younger sibling the same gender, and she wasn't going to let a chance to talk to her slip! Milaya didn't even seem to bother, and kept on flying. Anja growled.
'Bloody Hell! Ya ain't gettin' 'way from me!!' she thought angrily, and shot forward in a blast of light, racing to in front of Milaya and stopping.
Milaya instantly hit the breaks. Nothing changed in the General's posture, and it confused Anja. Why didn't she look confused? Or at least angered? Silence hung in the air, as well as them, until it was broken.
"Any reason ye're hoverin' before me?" Milaya asked, her voice void of any kind of emotion.
Anja stared and then asked: "Don't ya recognize me??"
Milaya looked the other girl up and down, taking in the girl's golden hair and sapphire blue eyes.
She crossed her arms over her chest and said plainly: "No."
Anja looked absolutely horrified, then asked: "Do ya even know who ye are?!"
Milaya quirked an eyebrow, but the gaze in her eyes didn't shift.
"Wha kinda question's tha?! And me name's Milaya, got a problem with tha?!" Milaya demanded.
"Yer full name!!" Anja clarified, and waited for an answer.
None came.
Finally, Milaya scoffed and said: "I don't need a last, or middle name. They're worthless! And wha good woul't do ya!?"
Anja smiled, thinking Milaya was joking around.
"Well, DUH!! 'Cause ye're me lil' sis!!"
The look of confusion that could be seen in the younger girl's eyes shocked Anja to no end. She really didn't know!
Milaya finally came over it, and said: "I have no family."
Anja choked.
"W-w-w-wha did ya say?!" she demanded. "O' course ya do!! Why can't ya reme---"
"Shut up shut up shut up SHUT UP!!!" Milaya suddenly screamed on top of her lungs, stopping Anja's sentence short, seeing as her sister was now shrouded in a furious blue aura that was slowly turning into a fierce gold.
"I. HAVE. NO. FAMILY!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?!!? I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!" she hollered, and shot off with such speed, that Anja would never be able to keep up.
Anja felt like crying, crying her gemlike eyes out. Why didn't her sister listen to her?
Milaya landed near a house at the edge of a large rainforest, and stared up at the trees. They seemed real, but in truth, they were artificial, seeing as hardly anything could grow on this barren wasteland, but they still worked the same. They took in the carbon dioxide, and changed the atoms in such way, that when it came out, it was oxygen. Milaya had designed them, and had planted them long before they'd come to live here about 5 months ago.
Even after the explosion of Vegeta-sei, nothing changed for the General. She still wore the spandex she'd always worn as well as the boots and gloves, but the armor was stored away safely. There was no use in her fighting now anyway, so why bother?
She gave a sigh, and opened the door, before stepping inside. Delta barked happily, and jumped up against her.
"'Ey Delta," Milaya said with a smirk, walking over to a chair near a fireplace.
She gave a sigh and slumped down, as if she'd worked the entire day. Okay, so she had worked all day, but that was beside the point! That strange girl, she'd really pissed her off!! Milaya had felt the urge to just blast her head off!
Milaya sighed again and looked around the easy living room. She didn't have much, but then again, she didn't need much. She had a couch, set up against the most northern wall, an easy armchair, in which she was seated at the moment, a coffee table, and some other things any normal person really needed. Milaya also had a library in the basement of the house, where she kept the Zealean books she still had to translate, and the books she had gotten from other planets and still had to read. Most books were from Chikano-sei and focussed mainly on the aspect of Magic.
'Some day, I'll know how ta use it too,' she thought calmly.
She had tried and tried so hard, but not a single spell worked. She could hardly summon a spark. But, Milaya was stubborn, and refused to give up. It was just the way she was, and nothing could possibly change that.
Delta suddenly placed his paws on her lap, and looked at her, worry clear in his eyes.
"I'm fine, Delta," she mumbled, scratching Delta behind his ear.
Strangely enough, Delta remained loyal to her only, and no one else. This actually made Milaya feel a lot better, because she knew she'd never be alone, and there'd always be someone she could trust. Why Delta staid with her at all, she had no idea, but she was still glad he did, not that she'd ever admit it.
She needed no one else. She had no need for a 'family'. What was the use anyway?! I know that a lot of people are willing to stay single, but Milaya not only desired to have nothing to do with a family, she wanted nothing to do with the entire world. She was just there. Milaya knew that no one would bother if she were to die this very instant. Who'd miss her? Delta maybe, but of the Saiyans, no one.
Delta barked softly.
"Ugh…" Milaya muttered, rubbing her eyes forcefully with her index finger and her thumb. "Wha's the bloody time?" she wondered, looking over to right beside the fireplace, where there stood an ancient grandfather clock.
It had been a gift from Belthasar. Just as Milaya looked up, the clock struck 11.
Delta looked up too, and, as if on cue, gave a yawn. Milaya yawned too, holding a hand in front of her mouth to muffle it.
"C'mon Delta. Le's hit the sack!" Milaya said, and got up.
Delta barked, jumping around Milaya as they headed upstairs toward the master bedroom that Milaya used.
The bedroom was plain and simple. There was a bed, nicely made, a closet with the clothes she owned, a nightstand, and a sleeping capsule. No matter how many times it was said that she should sleep in a bed, she kept sleeping in the pod. People didn't know why, and she'd like to keep it that way. Thing was, she had no idea why she slept in a pod, but she just felt like she had to. Not like it was very bad to sleep in, but it was just odd that she couldn't understand why she'd rather have the pod, not the bed.
There was also a basket for Delta, who instantly found a comfortable position, and fell asleep. Milaya watched for a moment, then sat into the pod, lying her head back on the small pillow. With her eyes open, she waited. She had no idea on what she was waiting, but it was something. After some time though, her eyes closed lightly, and she fell asleep.
She was walking again, only this time, through a place black as night, quiet as a mouse. Or can't you say that about a room? Anyway, the place was just… odd. Only her footsteps could be heard, and she had no idea where she was, or where she was headed.
Suddenly, her eyes picked up movement further up ahead. She began running, wanting to know what she had seen. After what seemed like hours, she finally stopped, not quite understanding what was going on. She was standing before a glass cage of some kind, which held a girl. No, a woman. She seemed to be much older than 20. She had her hands in the pockets of her torn pants. Her clothes seemed to have all been torn apart during battle. The shirt she wore was missing a sleeve, and her jacket was lying somewhere up ahead, torn rather badly.
The woman turned around, hair flying about, staring at Milaya with emotionless eyes. But there was more emotion in her eyes than in Milaya's. The woman blinked and slowly walked over a few steps, until she was 5 feet away from Milaya, 4 feet away from the glass wall. Silence reigned, but Milaya was staring at the strange woman. Finally, the woman spoke, and conversation ensued.
????: Have ya come ta make fun o' me? If ya did, I suggest ya leave before I lose me temper.
Milaya: No I did not. Who the Bloody Hell are ye??
????: ……Stupid question don't ya think? I'm ye, but ye're me jus' as well!
Milaya: Huh?? Wha the Bloody Hell're ya babblin' 'bout?! How can there be two o' me?!
????: Different sides o' the same person. Eva seen a coin?
Milaya: A wha??
????: A coin's a small round object used ta buy all kinds o' stuff. A coin has two sides; one with a head, the other with the amount the coin's worth. Jus' fer fun, people call it 'tail'.
Milaya: So? Wha does tha have ta do with this?
????: A coin can never see the other side o' himself, like livin' creatures who can't see the back o' their head. Toss a coin, and it'll land on either heads of tails. It'll neva land on both, so one side'll always be hidden from the world. In this case, ye're the one always shown, and I'm the one hidden away.
Milaya: Then why don't ya show yerself?
????: Hahahahahaha! If't were tha easy, I woul've left this place a long time ago. However, while ye're constantly marching around with the body, I'm stuck righ' here!!
Milaya: …………But… why can I see ya?
????: I dunno.
Silence reigned again, when suddenly, Milaya grasped her stomach in pain.
"Wh-wh-wha's happening?!" she demanded.
"Ye're wakin' up," the caged woman said, watching.
Milaya coughed up blood.
"If I coul' help, I woul'. Problem is, I can't. Fer now. If ya eva need me help, come see me here. I ain't goin' anywheres. But if ya ask me fer help, ya either have ta be the one caged, or we gotta become one mind."
Milaya coughed again, small pieces of bone mixed with the blood.
"God…it…it hurts!!" Milaya whimpered, something rarely heard.
"I woul' help if I coul'. But think 'bout wha I said. Either there's two o' us, or there's one. Choice's yers. Ye're the one with the body."
Milaya fell forward, landing flat on her face.
"If ya want ta know… I'm called Milaya Laze Milen."
Milaya carefully opened her eyes, not at all feeling pain.
"Milaya Laze Milen…" she murmured. "Is tha me full name??"
Silence rewarded her. She looked at Delta's basket, and noticed that Delta was already up, looking at her with concern in his eyes.
"I'm fine," she said with a solemn voice and look, getting out of the pod.
"I jus' had a weird dream."
With that, she walked out of the room, Delta following calmly.
The duo headed down the stairs, and while Delta headed for the living room, Milaya went to the basement to get a book she hadn't read. She walked past the bookshelves, eyes skimming over the titles of the books. Finally, she pulled out a book and headed to the living room. Delta was lying near the fireplace, resting peacefully, and Milaya sat down in the armchair, swinging one leg over her other, and started to read.
Silence reigned for quite some time, with just the crackling of fire disturbing the peace. Milaya lost complete track of time as her thoughts wandered off.
Delta's ears suddenly perked, and his head shot up. A low growl came from his mouth and Milaya looked at him in confusion. Delta had his teeth bared, and continued to growl.
"Delta, pipe do---" she started but was interrupted by a loud knocking on the door.
Milaya's head whipped toward it, and Delta jumped up, barking like mad. Milaya placed her book on the armrest, and got up. Delta followed her to the door, not stopping his barking.
Without removing the chain lock (which she had because she had been interested in it) she opened the door slightly. All she could see was a cloaked face, exposing nothing but the nose and mouth. There was a strange line on the left side of his face that ended about an inch above his chin.
"Yeah, whadaya wan'?" Milaya asked, voice cold and emotionless.
Delta growled now, having stopped barking so he could hear what they were saying.
"Milaya Laze Milen?" the man asked without answering, and Milaya felt something cold slide down her spine.
That voice was even worse than her own. But the thing that shocked her, was that he called her by her full name. And she had a feeling she'd heard that tone of voice before.
"Who asks?" she asked right back instead, no emotion read in her gemlike eyes.
The man seemed to frown, and suddenly stepped back, before kicking in the door. Milaya, having quick reactions, jumped aside to avoid getting hit by the door.
"Bloody Hell?!!?" she exclaimed in anger.
Delta started barking again, and did something he hadn't done before; he attacked the stranger now invading their house.
The man glared at the dog, and before Milaya could do anything, Delta received a kick that nearly sent him into the fireplace.
"DELTA!!!" she screamed, the first hint of pure emotion in her voice.
She growled, clenched her fists, and turned to the intruder. Delta watched, feeling his powers leave him slowly.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!!!" he heard his master scream with all the might she had and he could just see her run, before his sensors gave up and started auto-repair.
When Delta came to, he looked around the room, and his eyes grew wide. Everything was scattered across the room, and a crimson liquid had dried up on the ground and on the walls. Delta jumped to his feet, and looked around again.
Milaya was nowhere to be seen, and the stranger was gone.
He barked, trying to get a reaction from his master. He listened closely.
Nothing.
Finally, he switched on his sensors and checked the ground for footprints in the chronological order. He saw his master's footsteps, running forward, then vanish, only to reappear on the other side of the room, where the coffee table lay, broken. Delta could easily guess what had happened.
It went like that for awhile, until his master's steps went up the chairs, to the bedrooms. Delta calmly walked up, not missing the smeared blood on the railing and the steps as his master must've slipped somewhere.
Delta suddenly came to the master bedroom, and hesitated. The door was knocked off its hinges, this time by a punch, easy to tell by the large dent in it. Finally, Delta swallowed, and stepped into the room, unprepared for the sight he found.
"Where's Milaya?" Anaia asked calmly of the other four warriors. "She said she'd be here. Did she change her mind?"
The girls all shrugged.
"We don't know. Zhe doez not live wit' uz anymore," Ancha said in her usual way.
"God, why's she so late?! She's always so punctual!!" Ancle said, involving something with God, as always.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, and Milaya strode into the room, hands in the pockets of a long trenchcoat she was wearing, which was an odd change. Her hair was up in a ponytail atop her head, and she seemed paler than usual. Delta was with her, which was normal. Anaia was about to open her mouth, but Milaya beat her to it.
"I'm late, I know I know. Had some stuff ta take care off, coul'n't wait," she muttered, but she seemed to do it on autopilot.
Strangely enough, her eyes seemed more emotionless than normal. There was no hate, no anger, no…… nothing.
"Are… are you alright, Milaya?" Kaichi asked, looking at the other girl in concern.
"Fine. I'm jus' fine. Jus'…… perfect," she muttered, and it didn't even seem to register in her own head what she said.
Anaia blinked, but then shrugged it off.
"Alright, take a seat, girls," she said, sitting down at the head of the table. The girls did.
"Okay, now girls, I want you all to pay close attention to what I'm about to tell you," Anaia said, and the girls looked at her with interested gazes, safe for Milaya. "It's been almost 6 years since the 5 of you were 'born' in a lab on the old Vegeta-sei. I want you to know, that it had been the idea of Perco to create you, but I felt in my bones he couldn't be trusted, so I gave the project to the head-scientist, Tricitrius Milen. I knew we could trust him.
However, Tricitrius had to leave on an urgent call, and the project had been postponed. Everyone who knew of the project was worried that things would go wrong one way or another. But in the end, everything worked out fine."
Four girls smiled, while Milaya said nothing and didn't move.
"Oh, and Milaya," Anaia said.
"Hmmhmmm…" Milaya hummed softly, not in the mood to talk.
"I managed to trace your full name, if you're interested."
Milaya looked up, and mumbled: "Wha? Ya mean, 'Milaya Laze Milen'? I already knew tha. Now, if ye'll excuse me," she stood up, missing the looks of shock on everyone's face, "I've got other places ta be."
With that, she and Delta left the room.
Milaya, a.k.a. Laze, walked down the halls of the newly constructed palace, heading for the exit. She had staid in this place long enough already. Her head was down and her hands were in her pockets. When the belt around her waist threatened to loosen, she quickly tied it again, feeling like she almost cut herself in half, before jamming her hands back in her pockets. She had no desire to show anyone what had happened about two months ago.
Man, am I glad I don't live in the city. People woul've heard! she thought.
Heard wha? Hear ya mope? a sudden, familiar voice said tauntingly, and Laze nearly stopped in her tracks, but kept up her pace.
Oh, whadaya wan'?!
Now where've I heard tha sentence before?
Laze felt something slide down her spine again at the memory.
Shuddap!! she shouted in her mind.
All yer mopin' ain't gonna help ya ge' any betta. Trus' me, girl.
I don't trus' ya! Ye're probably jus' tryin' ta ge' me outta the way.
A sigh rang out through her mind as she rounded a corner, before she said: Not at all. I'm jus' fine the way I am. Remember, I'm ye and ye're me. Ya can't do anythin' 'bout it.
Wha does it take ta ge' ya outta my mind!?!
I'm jus' tryin' ta help. There's no motive fer wha I'm doin'. But listen. Ya can't hide under some shell fer yer whole life! If ya do tha, the world'll crush yer shell, hard, and take ya along fer the ride. Jus' bounce back ta who ya were before all o' this eva happened.
………………
Whoa! Look out!!
Before Laze knew what happened, she roughly collided with someone. It was Elvor.
Uh-oh… hey girl! Give me control 'til we're outta here! And hurry!!
How…
Neva mind!! I'll do't meself!!
Before Laze could protest, the switch had taken place and her alter ego now had full control over her body. Laze glared up at Elvor with a sneer of hate.
"Watch where ye're goin', bushhead!!" she hissed angrily.
Elvor looked shocked, then enraged.
"Me?! You were the one staring at the ground!" he said angrily.
Laze gasped in shock.
"Ye're blamin' ME?!!? Ya have some nerve!!" she said.
"Well I'm surprised you have the nerve to blame me when it was your fault!!" Elvor said, pushing Laze back, nearly making her fall.
Laze quickly found her balance and growled in anger.
"Try tha again and ye're fried!!" she hissed.
Huh?? Wha are ya talkin' 'bout??
Hush 'n' watch!!
"You don't have the guts to even try!!" Elvor dared.
"Try me!!" Laze hissed, taking on a battle position as best as she could with the trenchcoat she was wearing.
Elvor suddenly seemed to realize what she was wearing and asked: "What's with the coat?"
Laze narrowed her eyes in anger.
"None o' yer bloody business!!" she hissed, and straightened up. "Le's go Delta," Laze said, and walked past the other hybrid.
Delta, who had been watching in confusion, blinked, before running after his master.
Elvor watched her go as well.
'Still the same bitch as ever,' he thought angrily, then stomped toward the training center to get rid of his anger.
Why tha no good sona--
Wha was all tha 'bout??
If ya wan' him ta be suspicious o' ya, ya shoul've told me.
But… ya act like nothin' happened!
Exactly! I'm doin' wha ye're not doin'.
Which is??
Forgettin' the past and movin' on with life.
Huh??
The past hurts, but if ya allow it ta eat at ya, it'll slowly kill ya. And besides, mopin' don't make the past change. Wha's happened, happened. It's game, set, and match. It's over. There's no way ta turn back ta wha ya've lost.
Ye're so… so… grown up!!
Ya act like it's a crime!
But… why doesn't it bother ya??
Oh, it bothers me alrigh'. I jus' don't show it.
………
Think ya can handle things again?
I… I hope so…
Within the blink of an eye, Laze found herself back in her own body. She shook her head in confusion.
'That was… freaky!' she thought, looking around.
She suddenly remembered something.
'Hmmm… I wonder how tha brat's doin'…'
"So, this monster came and took your son away??" the lavender haired girl asked.
"Yes, sadly enough, he did," an old man said with his head hanging. "Well, he wasn't really my son, but I considered him as one."
The man sat down and the group of people took some chairs to sit on, while the smaller ones of the group sat on the ground.
One of the people was a young 16-year-old girl with lavender locks and clear blue eyes. She had an innocent look, but her temper was something to be careful with. A second of them, was a boy the same age with long black hair, scars on his face, and a small floating blue cat hanging near his face. He was very shy, although it didn't show on the outside.
One of the smaller ones was a pig in an army suit. Another was a young boy with wild spiked hair and a very innocent look to him, even more so then the girl. He had a stick slung across his back and behind him, a strange, monkey-like tail wagged back and forth.
They were in the house of an old man, with his 5 children and his wife, after one of his sons got robbed from him. But like the man had said, the boy wasn't really his son.
"My husband and I found the young lad in a forest once," the man's wife explained. "He was dragging a deer toward the stream, all by himself. He couldn't have been any older than 6, 7 years. At first, he was a little hostile, but soon after, he understood we had only wanted to help."
"We took him under our wing, and he's been like a son to us ever since," the old man said with a sigh. "I can't imagine what he must be going through at the moment."
The young boy blinked, then smiled and stood up.
"We'll find him!! I promise!!" he said, placing a fist over his heart as some kind of boy scout. "We'll make that monster pay!! C'mon!! Let's go!!"
When he ran past the pig, he grabbed his arm, and dragged the poor pig outside.
"Whoa!! Hey Goku!! Wait!!" the pig called out.
The two teens looked after them, then looked at each, before running after them.
"Goku! It's suicide!!" Bulma whispered in anger, and her face showed it.
Goku had rushed off for the monster's 'house', right after he figured out where to go, and the others had been forced to follow.
Goku turned to them all and said: "I'm not letting any old monster get their hands on anyone!! You can come along and help or go back! Fine by me but I'm going!!"
Before they could protest, Goku snuck off toward the monster's hideout. Silence reigned for a while.
"Okay let's go!" Oolong said and was about to turn around, but Bulma stopped him easily.
"We're not going anywhere. We're staying right here!!" she said, and sat down Indian-style.
Yamcha groaned quietly.
"Bulma, this is ridiculous! Goku can take care of himself! Why do we have to stay?" he asked.
Bulma didn't answer, and simply waited.
Goku looked around for a moment, then ran down the hallway after making sure no one was around. The others hadn't followed him in. He hadn't expected them too. Anyway! He kept walking down the hall, searching for anything that might help him out.
After a while, he came to some kind of door, but… why were all those dents in it? It was true, there were a lot of dents in them, made from within the room behind the door, so something bad must be in there.
'Maybe it's the monster,' Goku thought.
He didn't stir for a while, until he grinned.
"I'll just ask him where he keeps that boy!!" he said, and pulled the doorknob.
The door wouldn't budge.
Goku blinked and pulled again. He then grasped the knob with both hands, jumped against the door and pulled again. Nothing. The door simply refused to order.
"Rats!!" Goku said, banging on the door with his fist.
"Shut up!!" a voice suddenly called out. "I'm trying to sleep!!"
The young boy stepped back in shock, then jumped against the door, holding himself up by some bars on a window, which he slid open.
"Who are you??" Goku asked, looking inside, and seeing a strange being sitting there.
When he looked closely, he noticed it was actually a human male. He seemed around Bulma's age, if not a little older, and had strange flame-like hair.
The boy looked over from the cot he was lying on, and suddenly jumped up.
"Who are you?!" he asked, his voice kind of hoarse. "Did my father send you!?"
"You're the guy who's been taken away by that monster?!" Goku asked, bewildered.
"That'd be me. I'm Vegeta," the boy said with a nod.
Goku grinned his trademark grin and said: "Name's Goku! I'm here to get you out!"
Vegeta looked at him a little oddly.
"The door won't open without a proper password," Vegeta said, crossing his arms over his chest.
In the shadows, Goku could only make out his figure, but he saw that Vegeta was very well-built. Goku knew what a password was; Bulma had explained that to him. And, if he didn't know a password, he always had his own way of opening doors.
"I've got a password! Just step back and away from the door!!" Goku said, and let himself drop to the ground.
He heard Vegeta walk in the room, and once he couldn't hear Vegeta walk, he placed his hands in front of him. His hands were shaped like a V when he placed them at his hips.
"Kaaaaaaa… Meeeeee… Haaaaaaaa… Meeeeeee…" he chanted. A bright sphere of blue energy formed at his hands, and he parted his hands to enlarge it. "HAAAAAAAAA!!!!" he screamed and hurled his hands forward.
The blast was thrown at the door, and smashed straight into it, knocking it off of its hinges and into the room with ease.
Goku staid like that for awhile, until Vegeta walked out of the room, into the light.
"How on Earth did you do that?" Vegeta asked immediately.
Goku grinned and said: "I learned it from Master Roshi! Maybe he can teach you too later!"
Vegeta blinked, and Goku noted that the guy had something odd with black, red and silver.
He wore a black shirt with a large silver and red Dragon imprinted on it, some loose black and red torn pants, dark red, almost black army boots, a heavy looking black leather jacket, spiked collars around his wrists and neck, and black leather gauntlets. He had five silver earrings in his left ear, had a silver Dragon chain dangling down his right hip, had a silver Dragon on a chain with a red ruby in its clutches around his neck. But the thing that really caught Goku's attention was…
"Hey!!! You have a tail!!!" he exclaimed, pointing at the furry appendage moving behind Vegeta.
Vegeta turned back to look at it, then turned back to Goku.
"Yeah, so??" he asked.
Goku smiled and began wagging his own tail wildly. Vegeta's jaw dropped.
"Y-y-you have one too!?"
Before Goku could answer, something roared viciously.
"Uh-oh," Vegeta mumbled.
"Two hours," Puar mumbled, staring at the hideout.
"Goku's dead," Oolong said. "Let's go."
Once again, Bulma stopped him. Yamcha gave a sigh.
"Bulma, Goku's been in there for more than two hours now," he said. "If he's not back now, he probably won't."
Bulma however, still sat there.
The teen gave a sigh, and looked up from staring at the ground, and jumped up with a squeal.
"GOKU!!!" she screamed, waving at the young boy, running out of the hideout with another boy running after him.
Goku and the other boy finally stopped when they reached the others, panting slightly.
"Whoo!!" Goku said with a grin. "What a rush!!"
Bulma wasn't listening. All she was doing was staring at the new boy who was with Goku.
'Wow! He's H-O-T!! HOT!!' she thought trying to stop smiling. 'Even more than Yamcha!! Hmmm… I wonder if he wants to be my boyfriend.'
The boy looked up at her, and blinked, before smirking at her. He gave a small wink at her, and Bulma broke into a smile.
She stepped over to him and said: "Hi! I'm Bulma! Nice to meet you!!"
She extended her hand to him, still smiling. The boy's smirk widened, and he shook her hand.
"Vegeta," he said simply, but he secretly gave her another wink.
'I'm going to like this guy!!' Bulma thought with glee.
However, someone was thinking the exact opposite. Yamcha growled softly as he watched Bulma introduce herself to the new guy.
'He could mean trouble! I have to take care of him before he hurts her!!' he thought in anger.
Somewhere, a seemingly middle-aged man stared across barren lands, covered with nothing but rocks and dust. His now long hair waved about behind him in the wind, while part of his hair still stood up like a black and red flame. There was a satisfied smirk playing across his lips as his eyes closed and he calmly moved his hair away from his eyes.
He opened his eyes calmly, staring across the barren planes again, loving the silence that reigned across this part of the planet. He held one hand to his chin, and the other on his elbow, the self-satisfied smirk still on his face.
"Hmmm… this place is missing something…" he murmured thoughtfully, rubbing his chin.
Then he smirked and raised both hands, eyes glowing a blood red color.
Rumbling occurred as the ground suddenly tore open and dark black shadows shot out furiously, forming the thing he had in mind. Towers with razor sharp roofs shot through the earth, and the entire structure rose up above the ground.
Finally, the structure was complete, and he looked up at the enormous castle standing before him. He waved a hand across, and dark black trees, missing their leaves, shot out from the ground, metal gates formed, and thick, black clouds formed over the entire scene, swirling around calmly. Behind him, a thick forest burst from the ground, the thick trees preventing anyone from coming near the structure.
He chuckled softly, and finally burst out in maniacal laughter.
Okay, I decided to keep all chapters in a story about equal length. So that's why this chapter took some time. At first, I had wondered if I had to put that scene with Vegeta in it or not, but I asked myself 'why not?' and couldn't find a reason.
Anyway.
Laze has been through much, will she be able to go on?
Who was that man that came to Laze's house in the first place?
I'm the only one who knows, so if you want to know, please review.
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Speaking of reviews! I didn't get much, but I'll answer them anyhow!
Reviews
Ciria: I just finished reading the latest chap of Riding, and now this... I have very big believes of this!
Smiles I like pointed ears :) Is this Elvor the father of that Elvor in the other story, or the same? If his the father that would mean that Vegeta and Elvor (from the other story) are related.. And so it would be in the other way too...
I loved the part about Vegeta seeing the look in his uncles eyes :)
Oh, poor lil' Vegeta...
It's over? Yes... I read a great part without writing a thing... Weird... But anyways, I liked this chap, please update soon again -
No, they're not the same, and in RWTD, Elvor's father's named Vazo. But in a way, they are related. Just wait and see! You'll get it! Thanks about the comment. Well, in the original version, Milaya was supposed to have knocked him out, but I removed that part from the story. Updating with this story won't go as fast, seeing as the chapters are all going to be pretty long, but I'll do my best!
samicat: I don't know what your talking about but I'll get it as the story goes on.-samicat
I'm sure of it.
