A/n- Hello there folks and welcome to yet another chapter of Mystic Saiyan. I'm sorry it took me nearly two months but with homework raining on me like ants at a picnic, it's been hard for me to get on the com. Don't worry, I'm still alive. What are we on right now? 11 all ready? Geez we're going fast. Soon enough you'll get into the real plot line of this story. Thanks for all of you who keep reading, it really means a lot to me. Well, let's get on with chapter 11!

Disclaimer: If you don't know it by now, you're just plain stupid. I do not own DBZ. I do, however, own Sakidra, Alexis, and anything that does not associate itself with DBZ in any manner.

Mystic Saiyan-Ch11- More Mimicry and a Nightmare

While Vegeta was so intent on eating, I snuck out into the supreme whiteness again and just thought for a couple of minutes. It was amazing how this place reminded me of my training so long ago with Alexis.

It was three years after my mother died of a mysterious sickness. Not even Alexis could tell she was anywhere near death at the time. The three years after Serena's death had Kamorae being ruled by the Council of Elders specified by my mother until Alexis became of age at 15 and took the throne himself. These were the customs I had lived with ever since my life on Planet Vegeta had been cut short.

Alexis was 14 at the time, two weeks away from his 15th birthday and he was definitely excited about it. However, he knew that I was the heir apparent, even if half of Kamorae didn't. That is why I had to undergo the harsh amount of training I did at the age of seven years. It was three years since our escape from the planet of my birth and three years since my mother's untimely death. She died shortly after we had reached the planet we now called Kamorae.

Alexis knew that I would eventually be the one to take the throne and the others that knew weren't at all happy about it. As much as neither of us wanted to admit it, the training was more for my protection than Kamorae's. They were all for Alexis assuming the role as leader, but their views differed when it came to me. They saw me for my weaker half, my Saiyan half. They didn't want a half-blood ruling, let alone one with weak "monkey blood" as they called it, flowing through my veins.

My training was harsh and unrelenting. Alexis was stricter than I remember his usually laid-back self to be. He never went easy on me and expected me to do the almost impossible at breakneck speeds. He wasn't satisfied until I was out cold, and even then he didn't seem to be happy. Everything was so accelerated; I never had the time for the usual activities a seven-year-old would do. I was constantly fighting Alexis, becoming stronger than even him. He knew this was inevitable; half bloods were supposed to be stronger than full bloods if they learned to control their power. After seven long years, I was finally able to.

As I was remembering my less than favorable past, I was running through my endless streams of techniques and styles subconsciously. I didn't care if my true power manifested itself; it didn't really matter anymore. Vegeta had already suspected something; why not give him what he wanted, which is the satisfaction that I wasn't holding back anymore? I formed my energy into a small ball that I held in my hand and released it ahead of me, watching it go off into the endless distance.

"Chaosfire." I muttered after it. I saw and slightly heard a small explosion from far away. I heard footfalls behind me and assumed that Vegeta was done eating already. I turned to face him, vaguely aware of the small coat of sweat that I gathered in my workout. Plastered on his face was a small smirk that I knew very well. It seems as if he had been watching for a while.

"Are you ready?" I asked. He nodded slightly and walked out further to stand facing me.

"I'm waiting. What are you going to do exactly?" He asked smugly.

"Exactly what I said I would do. I'm going to teach you how to do the Mimicry Blast. Kami knows you'll need to find it out eventually. I don't think it'll be a waste of time on your part at all. There are a couple of things I need to explain though." I said.

"Like what?" He asked.

"There are limitations to what kind of attacks you can mimic. For one and this should be obvious, you cannot use this on an attack that overmatches your energy. You cannot use this on a piercing attack, which means a smaller beam, like thrown by a finger or something. Take Piccolo's special attack for example: You cannot use it on that. This takes a lot of your own energy so I would only use it as a last resort but that's only me. I don't know about you. Ready to start?" I explained.

"Just get on with it." He grumbled.

"Here we go. Throw a small blast at me slowly." I said. He gathered the energy and threw it.

"Step one. Sense the amount of energy within the blast." I said, doing it within a matter of moments. "Next you gather the same amount of energy within your palm and focus solely on catching the blast. This all happens in less than two seconds." I added, catching the small, weak blast. I held it in my hand and showed it to Vegeta, proving that you could catch it.

"Then comes the final step. You combine the energy you gathered with the energy you are holding, creating a new energy completely. Then comes the obvious, you send it back like so." I said and threw the combined blast back. He looked at me with a bored expression as he dodged it.

"That seems way too easy." He said, walking a little closer to me.

"It's not as easy as it seems. And no, this isn't a waste of your time, either. If you would just listen, you might find this a bit of a challenge. It has to be just the right amount of energy that you gather." I said. Ignoring his glare, I went on. "If you don't have enough, you won't be able to maintain the energy. If you have too much, you'll cancel out the blast and deflect it. Want to try?" I asked. At his usual grunt reply, I threw him a normal ki blast.

He tried, he seriously did. I could sense his concentration on the amount of energy in the blasts I was sending him. He got to catch the blast, but when he tried to combine the energy, it exploded in his hands. I threw another blast, only to have to face it as he deflected it back to me. I caught it and threw it back. I finally figured out his problem after the tenth unsuccessful attempt.

"You're trying too hard. You're not trying to transform into a Super Saiyan or anything. This isn't worth the energy you're trying to put into it. Just relax and concentrate. You'll get it if you calm down." I told him and sensed his racing mind calm slightly. "Ready?" I asked.

"Fine." He said and I sent him another blast. He caught it, and I mentally crossed my fingers, hoping it wouldn't explode. When the size of the blast doubled, I made a mental sigh of relief and prepared for him to send it back. He surprised me, however, by throwing it into the sky.

He must've caught my expression because he soon sent me another blast. I caught it, doubled it, and sent it back. He did the same and sent it back to me. He seemed to be getting this down. By the fourth round, the blast exploded in his hand, unable to be maintained by him. I didn't exactly blame him. The blast had about the power of Goku's Kamehameha and we had already spent most of our energy trying to get this down, not to mention the spar we had earlier. I gave us both a break by calling off any attempts of another attack.

"You're starting to get this down. I'm awfully tired; are you?" I asked. He grunted and made no move. I assumed that it was a 'no' and went to sleep while Vegeta did whatever he wanted out there.

After about a week of Mimicry Blast 'training', Vegeta had finally mastered it; easily able to last for about twenty rounds in a normal blast. By that time, it was over 524,000 times the original amount. Vegeta was tired out afterwards, but he didn't show it until he went in to sleep. . . No comment after that point; I don't want to ebb his pride at all, you know.

During dinner sometime after that point, I was sitting out in the endless white space, just thinking. It was something I rarely did; something I only did when there was something turning over and over in my mind, begging to be picked apart and analyzed. One of those thoughts was why King Vegeta had made the split-second decision to exile my race. I had told Alexis what my theory was to get him off my case, but it had no real justification in reality. Was the king really trying to show a subtle case of sympathy, or did he really want nothing more to do with us?

I was thinking too hard, I knew that. It was hard to find myself troubled over something so insignificant that happened in the past, but ever since Alexis had touched on the subject, I couldn't get my mind off the event.

Yet here I was, training with the king's only son; the heir to the race Alexis said wanted nothing more to do with what we were.

"I'm going to bed." I heard Vegeta say as he walked past me. I hadn't noticed that he had already come back out here to train. It was yet another reminder that I was thinking way too hard about this. I nodded slightly to show him I heard. As he left inside, I stood up, looking over the white field that was our training ground for more than a few months.

I suddenly felt quite tired myself as I walked into the kitchen to grab something to eat as well as a glass of water. After I had finished my nightly meal, when was about an hour later, I went back to the room. I sat on my bed, thinking out loud, aware of the seemingly sleeping prince not ten feet from me.

"I seriously wonder if he still remembers me." I whispered into the dark, taking a final glimpse of Vegeta before finally going to sleep.

…Vegeta's Point of View…

I had told the thoughtful girl that I was going to sleep, but when I got into bed, I found myself unable to sleep at all. I was restless, despite the ruthless training I've been putting myself through, and I knew it. Later into the night, I heard Sakidra walk in and get into her own bed, whispering something inaudibly before going to sleep herself.

I got up once I was sure she had drifted off and glanced at her for a second. She was like a little sister to me, though I would never admit it. I'm not the family-loving fool Kakarot is. I'm a warrior by birth, but I couldn't seem to help it when it came to the girl, Sakidra. She had a temper to boot in her waking moments, but she seemed small and fragile in her peaceful moments like this. Wait! What the hell am I saying?

But seriously… Every time I look at her, it seems as if I've known her for the longest time. She seems so familiar for a small second. I was thrown out of my thoughts by a small whine from her. It was then I noticed that she was tossing in a nightmare. One of her arms was hanging off the side of the bed in a lazy pose.

I grabbed the arm and placed it next to her. I was about to let go when my mind was suddenly drawn into something out of my control.

I was drawn into her dreams, flashbacks, and what I saw there would surprise me to no end…

From my observation point—the center of a highly guarded room, the bridge of a ship, in fact—I saw a woman sitting in a throne-like chair. She was surrounded by a small boy next to her and an even smaller girl in front of her. The girl was yelling at the woman and the boy.

"You must go back, please! They're all going to die without us, aren't they? You said it yourself; what I saw would pass. Why are we leaving them?" The girl yelled. She was short and spoke in the innocent, yet forceful tone of someone about the age of five.

The girl was wearing a silver outfit of loose clothing. She seemed to have been doing some strenuous activity earlier; they were clothes you could easily move around in. Her hair was long and had a spiky quality to it. It was in a low ponytail that reached the back of her thighs. The hair was black, but the last inch or two was a silvery color, matching the hair color of everyone else around her. Her face held an expression of innocence and purity, even through her obvious anger. This girl had never experienced a true fight nor the sight of a death.

The woman shook her head. "We can't. The rules are the rules. The king has said his word, and we must abide by it. We cannot go back there." She said with a calm disposition. She was wearing a kimono and had long, silvery hair that draped her back. Though she seemed to be a caring person, she had an aura of importance surrounding her. The boy beside her spoke up.

"Yeah, Saki. Just go and relax. We're not going back because they hate us." He said in a serious tone. His hair was silver as well, and he kept it in a loose ponytail that reached his shoulders. He was wearing the same outfit the girl, Saki, was wearing. The only difference was the girl's half-skirt added to the pants as opposed to the boy's pants alone.

"But they're going to be destroyed! The entire planet will be blown to bits! Aren't we going to help at all?" She asked.

"We have absolutely no reason to. They have shown that they don't need our help so we obviously don't need to give it." The woman said in a tone that wouldn't allow anymore argument.

"You are all so…so…heartless!" Saki yelled and ran out of the room behind me. I followed her and soon came to a big room with a huge window with a clear view of the outside space. In the distance was a small planet with a ship orbiting it. The ship seemed to be a shadow against the brilliance of the planet. Almost as if it were—dare I say it?—dangerous…

This just didn't seem possible! It couldn't be. Maybe it was just a coincidence; I hope it was. That place seemed all too familiar for my liking. The girl was talking to herself as she cried, sitting in the sill of the giant window.

"Why won't she turn around? Why won't she help the people I've grown so close to? I had a vision that they would be destroyed and we left. Why?" She asked no one, looking out the window. I followed her gaze to see a thousand lights around the planet. She turned fully toward the window and concentrated on the current sight.

"It's happening…we need to go back!" She yelled while banging on the window. After a few futile hits, she let the last of her attempts slide down the window as the thousand lights disappeared and another large light took their place. The light slowly made its way to the planet and a large explosion started. The girl slid to her knees and clutched her head in her hands, wanting to block out whatever was happening.

I kept looking to see that after the explosion, nothing was left besides the ship that soon left through the fastest possible route. When the girl finally looked up, she noticed the destruction the light had caused and stood up completely, leaning over the sill. Her face was etched in an expression of horror.

"I can't believe it…" She muttered almost incoherently. "I can't believe I was right…" She stayed in silence for a few moments as she took in what happened. I could tell she was trying to hold in her tears. Suddenly she snapped her head up and just stared out the window.

"I can't believe it was true. Everything I knew was destroyed, no thanks to that stupid lizard." Her shocked expression turned to complete hatred. It shocked me, that degree of hatred coming from someone that young. It was pulsating out of her as I felt her energy slowly rise in spite of herself.

"I can't believe that lizard destroyed everything. No mercy whatsoever. Kanta, Loa, Kraita, …Vegeta… I can't believe you're all gone…" She trailed and I understood. She had just witnessed the destruction of Planet Vegeta. Something didn't add up though. How would this have anything to do with Sakidra…wait! Saki…Sakidra…how familiar their names sounded though I didn't realize it at first. Saki was a nickname for—

The energy in the younger Sakidra was rising to a point where even I was surprised. The spike in energy oddly resembled the energy I have to build up in order to go…

"DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!" She screamed and released the excessive amount of energy flowing within her. When my vision cleared from the blinding sight, I was shocked beyond all reason. I couldn't believe it was true…

She was no older than four years old. And she had turned Super Saiyan…

(A/n-This was originally the perfect ending to chapter 11, but I had put in an 11.5 originally also. In order to erase the .5, I decided to combine the two into an extremely long chapter 11. Enjoy, folks! Consider this a consolation for me being gone for so long…)

…Alexis's Point of View…

That was the day I had realized a portion of the extent of Sakidra's power. I was only ten at the time; naïve to a point where I knew close to nothing at all. What I saw of Sakidra would change my perception of one's anger forever.

I heard her scream from where I was and ran to her immediately, worried she was hurt. What I saw was her completely changed. She was no longer the Sakidra that I knew to be the innocent four-year-old that was my half-hearted sparring buddy.

Her hair was pure golden. I could sense an amount of power coming from her that was unmatched for one her age, or anyone within ten years of her age for that matter. It got me wondering where that much power had come from. Was she truly that mad at the complete annihilation of her birthplace? It didn't make any sense though. We never had any forms that had the hair changing color like that. Whenever we transformed, we never had golden hair; it was always either silver or a light lavender.

That got me thinking about a legend I remembered hearing from a friend while on Planet Vegeta. It told of a legendary warrior called a Super Saiyan. The last time this type of warrior manifested itself was at least a thousand years before. It was then I understood that my little sister had taken on the form of this legendary warrior, though I didn't understand why. I wouldn't understand the root of her anger until I got to train her four years later.

…Sakidra's Point of View…

I snapped awake at the end of my flashback. It was one of my worst memories. The loss of everything I've ever known pained me so much, even though it became the root for my amazing ability.

I looked around to see that I must've slept in because Vegeta wasn't in the room at all. I don't really think he cares what time it is, as long as he gets his required training done. I grabbed my sword and went outside; sure enough, he was training yet again.

Thinking that I might as well not waste my time, I started a warm up, clipping on my sword as I started a mass of flips and tumbles that the most skilled gymnast would probably be envious of. Of course, being of a race other than human, I was probably above any human in the rudimentary skills such as grace and flexibility.

Soon enough, I worked my sword into the warm up, twisting around and flipping while madly flashing my sword in dangerous twirls around me. Eventually, I ended it with a high jump followed by a series of somersault flips with my sword held in front of me the entire time. I landed in a small crouch and did one last swing with my sword, forcing the wind away from me in a semi-circular arc. When I finished, I realized that my energy was at an extreme low.

I panicked before I realized that I had maxed out on my power. It hadn't happened in so long, I almost forgot what to do. I ran in my room and grabbed a vial of black liquid from under my pillow. I then made my way to the kitchen where I grabbed a glass of water and dumped the complete vial into the glass, watching the water change color. I gulped the entire thing down and I sat, waiting for the side effects that would no doubt strike soon.

I clutched the counter once they struck; the pain was intolerable. I laid the glass in the sink once everything finished and turned to see Vegeta leaning in the doorway.

"I need to talk to you." He said and sat down. I followed his lead and sat across from him.

"What happened?" I asked, feeling that I knew a bit of it.

"Something happened last night…" He said and I knew that he had somehow been sucked into my nightmare as well.

The idea was a simple one. Our dreams were open, meaning that anyone could come in and watch the inner workings of your mind. One touch would send the unsuspecting one into my dreams, wondering where they were the entire night. As siblings, Alexis and I already share this bond. Vegeta must have come in contact with me sometime during the night.

"So you saw my dream. What of it?" I said, suddenly defensive.

"I know the girl was you. How did you manage to transform? I would like a few of the details now." He said in a slightly threatening tone.

"If you're going to be like that, I won't tell you a thing. I don't think you need to know what happened in my life anyway. I do have some memories that I would like to keep private as well." I said in a colder tone.

"I know you can go Super Saiyan. How much further beyond can you go?" He asked.

"I will not tell you that just because you ask me of it. I have no reason to listen to you at all." I told him, though more of the reasoning behind my secrecy was more to not damage his large ego.

"You're wearing my patience thin, girl." He growled menacingly. At that, I stood up.

"Whatever." I said simply before leaving to the outside area.

Needlessly to say, Vegeta obviously followed me out there. He rushed to me, leaving all formalities aside and I turned to meet him full-fledged. I blocked his barrage of punches with those of my own and I scored a few low kicks before backing off completely.

"I'm getting tired of your secrets, girl!" He said as he rushed again. I gracefully dodged everything he threw at me and threw back a retort of my own.

"Well, I'm personally getting tired of your groundless and endless nosiness." I said as I ducked under a roundhouse kick and tripped his remaining leg, following through with an elbow to the gut before getting up and backing off again.

Vegeta got up and started with a different approach. "Well, you were exiled from the Saiyan planet. Why?" He asked. I was slightly surprised at his choice of question but not much.

"I probably should tell you that. You must have been about two at the time. It was more my fault really." I said as I sat down and prepared to be launched into the memory preceding my amazing transformation.

"The elders of my race have the ability of premonitions. Needlessly to say, we've never been wrong. It's one of the reasons the Saiyans allowed my kind to stay in the first place.

"One day, as I was playing with a small boy slightly younger than I, I had one of the visions as well. I instantly went to my mother about it, telling her in detail about the destruction of the planet by Frieza's hands. She told me that she had the same vision so we immediately went to the king to tell him what we saw. He didn't believe her. He did have his doubts founded though. If the elder of us were supposed to be the only ones with the visions, why should he believe a four-year-old? He had a good point but my mother tried to convince him that what I saw would some to pass. He took it the wrong way and exiled us from that moment. I could've stayed, but I didn't for obvious reasons. My mother needed to finish my training not to mention the impending the destruction of the planet. That's what started the loneliness of being separated from everything I've ever known." I explained, earning a covered up surprise.

We sparred for the rest of the day, only stopping to eat and sleep. Sleep, where another horrible nightmare would be waiting in the confines of my subconscious mind.

:.EoC.:

(A/n-So I'm alive, ne? I'm sorry about the serious lack of updates thus far but one, I had reports up to my ears—I still do, but it's Spring Break so I can write this… And two, I really didn't want to take the time to go through and make Vegeta in character this part unless I had some serious time on my hands. I have to admit that I really screwed the personalities up for the rest of the parts. I have some revising to do… So how do you like? A full nine pages of a chapter for your pleasure. Please review if you have the time. Maybe give me some tips on how to keep Vegeta in character because as hard as I try, I'm likely to screw him up these next few chapters… Well, till next time!)