Dragon Ball TNG: The Next Generation

Chapter 2

As Vegata entered the small office, a man of 46 years was sitting behind a large mahogany desk, looking dejected and somewhat annoyed. In his hands was a small pink slip, and in bold letters, Vegeta read: 2 Days Suspension. When Vegeta drew closer, the man looked up from the slip.

"Are you here for--"

"Where is she?" Vegeta interrupted, crossing his arms in impatience. The man quietly stood up and made towards another section of the room, where a bright blue door titled "Sitting Quarters" was. Vegeta saw that before he went in, the man made a face, as if stating, 'now I know where she gets her attitude from…'

The door opened and inside was a small girl of 5 years, wearing a small red dress and had spikey green hair, her back was to them as she was placed facing the wall. When the door opened, she turned towards them, her large blue eyes shiny from tears of sorrow and frustration. She frowned at the man, but when she caught sight of Vegeta, her face shown with relief and tears began to flow again.

"Grandpa!" she cried, jumping up from her seat and dashing towards Vegeta. She collided into his knees, hugging them and burying her face in his legs, crying all the more. Vegeta did not move, but waited as the man came around his desk again and pulled out a clip board.

"You must sign the release form in order for Sora to go home." he said, holding it out for Vegeta. Vegeta merely looked at the board and scoffed.

"I was told to retrieve her, I will not waste my time signing some stupid release form." he took hold of Sora's small hand and made to leave. As the man tired to protest this, the door slammed closed as the man and his granddaughter left the office. He slumped back into his seat, sighed heavily as he rubbed his temple in aggravation; he pulled out a file with Brief, Sora written on it and placed the pink slip along with the other 25 slips. What a week it has been…

Vegeta strolled along the busy street of Satan City, his granddaughter trailing along side him, though it was hard for her to keep up with him; for every step he took, she needed two; she said nothing but stared at the ground. Twice she looked up at her grandfather, his stern face set before him, and she wondered what was going through his mind. For a child of 5 years, she was very bright (she inherited that from her grandmother) and knew that whatever her stern grandfather was thinking, it would most likely be shouted than simply spoken. However, he startled her when he curtly said,

"What happened?"

Sora jumped slightly at his voice; he did not yell, as predicted, but still his voice was strong enough to make her fearful.

"I… punched a boy."

"Why?"

"He… he said I was a baby," she hiccupped a bit, trying hard to hold back her tears. "and that I was weak…"

They came towards a crossing line, the red hand blinking on and off.

"Are you?" he said, pushing the button to cross. Sora looked up at her grandfather, her tears falling silently from her blue eyes. "Well?" he asked, ignoring her. She looked down, ashamed.

"No…" The cross light turned from red to green as a small Satan figure imitated crossing. Vegeta took his granddaughters hand and guided her across the street. They continued on in silence.

In truth, it broke his heart to see his granddaughter upset, especially when it came to her strength. He remembered the day Trunks brought home his daughter and woman from the hospital. When it came time to hold his granddaughter, he did not feel a Ki, not even a slight presence of one. To be sure, he ran a finger down her spine, to see if perhaps a tail would grow later in her years; there was no sign of a tail growth in her spine. Though he was disappointed that the Saiyin line was to cut short in this third generation, he could not help but love the child. Not that she wasn't strong; she was still Saiyin, though only 1/3rd of a Saiyin. By 1, she was already causing havoc around the house, tottering away and climbing things. Her second year was just the same, yet worse. Now 3 years older, she bloomed just as silent as a flower, and yet her Ki was nowhere in sight.

Her mother thought it was a phase, and that she would get over it; Trunks knew something was amiss, but said nothing, but Vegeta was the one who really knew. After all, she had Saiyin blood coursing thought her veins; fighting was in her blood whether she liked it or not. Thankfully, she liked it.

"I'm sorry, grandpa…" Sora said suddenly, snapping Vegeta from his reverie. He looked down and saw that she was crying, her fist balled up with tension as she tried to stop her tears from flowing. With a sigh, he gently picked up his granddaughter, patting her back as she cried on his shoulder.

"Now, now. No more tears. Princesses of Saiyins do not shed tears…"

'They shed blood…' he thought to himself as Sora flung her small arms around his neck, crying harder.

"Grandpa… am I… am I weak?" she said between sobs.

"Nonsense. The blood of a warrior flows within you." he slowly set her down, kneeling before her. "Fighting comes naturally to you, and if not dealt with early, it can cause problems; with proper training, you will not only become stronger, but you will be able to control your urges to fight as well."

"Training…" Sora's face suddenly lit up as she piped excitedly. "You mean! Like what you and Daddy do sometimes in the weight room!"

Vegeta smiled, (not smirking, but actually smiling) his heart filled with pride that she was pleased with the idea of training (gave him a chance to train with vigor again), but he saw her face frown slightly.

"Mommy and Daddy wouldn't like it though. They say fighting gets me into enough trouble already." she looked down sadly.

"How about this," Vegeta said, cupping her chin in the crook of his finger, lifting her face. "We keep the training in secret. Your grandmother is busy enough not to notice; you father and mother work a lot during the week as well."

"Yeah!" she began, her sadness completely gone, but Vegeta shushed her.

"However," he added in a more serious tone. "You must behave during school, or the deal is off; no more training if you're bad."

"Okay! I promise! I promise grandpa! Thank you!" she leaped at him, hugging his neck; he hugged her back; seeing his granddaughter happy was thanks enough. She pulled away and took his hand in her two small ones, pulling him; already her spirits were returning. "Let's get some ice cream, grandpa! I see an ice cream shop across the street up ahead!" As well as her appetite. She let go of his hand and ran ahead of him; the cross light had it's Satan crossing figure and already Sora was halfway there. They did not notice the speeding car as it tried to make the yellow light.

"Sora," he called. She stopped and turned towards him. "Wait--"

The last thing his saw was her smiling face as a car crashed over her small body.

"SORA!"

To be continued….