Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z.
Author's Notes: Well, thanks to the reviewers. I'm now finally able to write some more, if these awful professors will stop grouping all my tests into the same week, that is. I'm trying to make my chapters longer, mostly by grouping two together. I did that with the chapter "Final Hour." This chapter will actually be a bit longer. Don't worry. I'll focus more on Goten as time goes on. Oh, and someone tell me if at any time Jita becomes too much of a Mary Sue. I know original characters have a tendency to do that, but I'm trying. Enjoy, and as always, review.
Chapter 13: Truce
Jita stared at earth from the cockpit of her ship. She had been in orbit for five or so days. She was almost healed, but far from clearing her confused mind. For so long she had one goal in mind: Kill Vegeta. Yet she had not.
It was Earth. What drew great warriors to it - especially Saiyans? The planet wasn't very special. It was rather small, very out of the way, and not very technologically advanced. And it was infested with weaklings. What made this dot in the grand scheme of the things so important that it housed the strongest people in the universe?
'Freedom.'
The thought came unbidden t her. Freedom. The one thing she had thirsted for since childhood. All her life she had resented the servant role of the warrior that was so prevalent in the Cold Empire. But here there were no masters and no minions. The people were free warriors. They could continue to train - raise a family - like Vegeta.
"I must go back to Vegeta. I must learn about this freedom."
And with those words she opened a new life and sealed her fate in the same breath.
Jita stopped in front of the imposing building of the Briefs residence. She did not feel fear - but there was anticipation. She wasn't sure how Vegeta - or his family - would react. She kept her ki low to avoid detection, but couldn't seem to pinpoint Vegeta's location. She bit her lip, knowing she was risking her pride, and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, Vegeta's blue-haired mate opened the door. Her smile quickly changed to a look of horror and anger.
"What do you think you're doing here?!" Bulma screeched.
"I wish to see Vegeta," Jita replied calmly, though a little indignance tinged her voice. 'How dare she speak to me in such a manner?'
"Well, if you think you're gonna pick another fight with Vegeta you can just leave right now because you'll have to go through me first. I don't care if you are a Saiyan - or even a Super Saiyan - you don't have the right to come from Kami-know's-where and nearly kill him. You aren't getting near him and that's final."
Jita glared at the other woman with rivaling venom. "Listen, woman. I am not here to kill your mate. I had an opportunity a few days ago and I didn't take it. I came here to call a truce. Now, will you tell me where he is or do I have to give him a reason to kill me."
"I'm right here, Jita."
Vegeta stood just behind Bulma, his face expressionless. Jita set herself and took a step forward, past Bulma. She wanted to say many things to her brother, but the only thing that came to her was the words of their childhood custom. "Truce?"
Vegeta smirked and nodded his head sharply. "Truce."
As soon as she landed, Jita noted the striking beauty of the place. The place was almost entirely covered with lush trees, until it came to a small clearing with a pond. The pond was almost unearthly blue and, Jita noted with interest, a perfect oval shape. Looking into the forest, she could see a carnivorous sundew plant. In fact, the jungle looked so dense and dark that the only way to get to the clearing was by flight.
Vegeta was already headed toward the pond. This was the place he always came to whenever he wanted to train - or simply to be - alone. Now he wished to talk with Jita without interruption, and this seemed the perfect place for that purpose.
Both warriors sat facing the pond, and spent a few minutes in uncomfortable silence. Now that they were here, what could they say? How could they begin? Weary of the silence, Jita spoke first.
"I suppose we have a lot to tell each other." 'Wonderful beginning, Jita,' she thought sarcastically. Vegeta grunted in agreement.
Jita smirked. "Very well. I suppose its only fair. I will begin with my story:
"As you know, I died. No real surprise there. Though I guess you never realized I took my body with me."
Vegeta raised his head in surprise.
"I thought not. Well, King Yemma had some difficulty placing me. Though I believe he actually considered sending me to heaven until HE arrived.
Actually, it was a semi-transparent projection of him, which failed to convey the true horror he was. The Lord of the Lower Realms of Hell. He offered a chance to train and gain revenge. If I went to heaven I would have to relinquish my body. I chose hell. He trained me for all these years - teaching me to be the perfect warrior. The only thing he demanded was my soul. I wasn't using it at the time, so I gave it to him. Well, I guess that covers it."
Vegeta solemnly absorbed his sister's story. Somehow it didn't surprise him. He cleared his throat. "What happens when you die?"
Jita closed her eyes. When she had decided not to kill Vegeta, she had realized the full consequences of her actions. "I will be sent to hell to face eternal damnation, even if I spend the rest of my life playing the hero and helping old ladies cross streets," she added with a sneer.
The two fell silent for a while, each embroiled in thought. Vegeta asked no more questions. He really wasn't interested in the technical details of her returning to life, and he could guess well enough how she had sensed the only remaining Saiyans on earth after finding the Kold Empire collapsed and Frieza dead. Though she used a more subtle means of exploring earth and the Saiyans than he would have used, it was basically all that he would have done.
After some time, Jita's natural curiosity took over. "I've told you my story. I expect to hear your story in more detail, starting after my death. Though, you could just cover the high points: Frieza, going Super Saiyan, family. I didn't even hear of Frieza's death. I was a bit isolated in hell."
Inwardly Vegeta smiled at the prattling of his younger sister. This reminded him more of when she was the age she looked. Sensing her growing impatience, and deciding to postpone the inevitable argument, he began his story:
"After you died, I had nothing but ambition. I would kill Frieza and attain Super Saiyan, in your name and that of every dead Saiyan. So I trained. I followed orders, killing planet after weakling planet. Frieza must have thought he had broken me, but I was using him as a means to kill him. And I grew stronger, far surpassing most of Frieza's elite. But I just couldn't get strong enough fast enough. And then there was earth.
"Radditz had come here, and died, taking Kakarrot with him."
"But he was watching our fight," Jita interrupted.
Vegeta's eyes lifted to meet hers. "You recognized him. You know, the dead come back to life. It's true."
Jita simply glared. Vegeta collected his thoughts and continued. "A bump in the head had turned Kakarrot into an emotional weakling. Yet he and a Namek managed to kill Radditz, and then brag about dragonballs. I realized this was the perfect opportunity. I would wish for immortality.
"The battle on earth started out pitifully. They had already used the dragonballs to wish back Kakarrot, but he had not arrived, even after waiting three hours. I didn't even deem it worthy for myself to join the fight. Nappa could take care of it. And he DID kill three humans and a Namek. All that was left was a human and a half-Saiyan. But then I had to kill Nappa. Kakarrot had arrived and defeated him easily. Nappa was actually begging for help.
"So Kakarrot and I fought. I almost killed him, though I did have to transform. But then someong cut off my tail."
Jita started laughing in spite of herself. She had had to endure ridicule since birth for her deformity, and now the most respected and feared Saiyan since the first Super Saiyan suffered from the same misfortune as she. Vegeta looked at her sharply much in the same way he had when she was a child. Her laughter quickly ceased.
"The irony has not escaped me. As if it wasn't enough, I was hit by something they called a spirit bomb and clobbered by an Oozaru half-breed." He paused for laughter, but none was forthcoming. "The battle was over, and both Kakarrot and I were beaten nearly to death. And then, he saved me." Vegeta spat out the words with distaste. "One of the weakling humans held a sword to my throat, but Kakarrot let me go. So I went, making it to Frieza's planet. Once I was healed, I heard that Frieza was headed for the dragonballs on Namek ."
He continued the story of the great race for the dragonballs, having some satisfaction of telling of the death of Zarbon, Dodoria, and the Ginyu force - while at the same time having some discomfort telling of his forced alliance with the people from earth and his various defeats. The hardest was telling of his death, and Kakarrot's ascendance to Super Saiyan.
Jita couldn't believe it. "Kakarrot - before you? And he defeated Frieza? Not you?"
Vegeta could only nod. The shame that had dulled over time seemed to cut him anew. He continued the story. Coming back to life. Meeting Bulma. Going Super Saiyan. Trunks. Androids. Cell. Tournament. Trunks death. Kakarrot's death. Cell's defeat at Gohan's hands, as well as his contribution. The seven years of training - and family. Tournament. Kakarrot. Supreme Kai. Buu. The fight with Kakarrot. His death. His return. Fusion (he shuddered more at this part). The defeat of Buu. And the years to follow. His journey was breath-taking. Two deaths. A mate. Children. A home. And he was now not only a Super Saiyan but - a hero.
The two sat there after his tale had ended, saying nothing. There was nothing more to say. They were reconciled - brother and sister once more.
Finally Vegeta got to his feet. "You will stay with us, at Capsule Corp."
"I have a place."
"That is not a request."
Jita shrugged her slim shoulders. "Fine. As you wish, Your Highness," she stated with a sarcastic flourish.
Author's Notes: Well, thanks to the reviewers. I'm now finally able to write some more, if these awful professors will stop grouping all my tests into the same week, that is. I'm trying to make my chapters longer, mostly by grouping two together. I did that with the chapter "Final Hour." This chapter will actually be a bit longer. Don't worry. I'll focus more on Goten as time goes on. Oh, and someone tell me if at any time Jita becomes too much of a Mary Sue. I know original characters have a tendency to do that, but I'm trying. Enjoy, and as always, review.
Chapter 13: Truce
Jita stared at earth from the cockpit of her ship. She had been in orbit for five or so days. She was almost healed, but far from clearing her confused mind. For so long she had one goal in mind: Kill Vegeta. Yet she had not.
It was Earth. What drew great warriors to it - especially Saiyans? The planet wasn't very special. It was rather small, very out of the way, and not very technologically advanced. And it was infested with weaklings. What made this dot in the grand scheme of the things so important that it housed the strongest people in the universe?
'Freedom.'
The thought came unbidden t her. Freedom. The one thing she had thirsted for since childhood. All her life she had resented the servant role of the warrior that was so prevalent in the Cold Empire. But here there were no masters and no minions. The people were free warriors. They could continue to train - raise a family - like Vegeta.
"I must go back to Vegeta. I must learn about this freedom."
And with those words she opened a new life and sealed her fate in the same breath.
Jita stopped in front of the imposing building of the Briefs residence. She did not feel fear - but there was anticipation. She wasn't sure how Vegeta - or his family - would react. She kept her ki low to avoid detection, but couldn't seem to pinpoint Vegeta's location. She bit her lip, knowing she was risking her pride, and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, Vegeta's blue-haired mate opened the door. Her smile quickly changed to a look of horror and anger.
"What do you think you're doing here?!" Bulma screeched.
"I wish to see Vegeta," Jita replied calmly, though a little indignance tinged her voice. 'How dare she speak to me in such a manner?'
"Well, if you think you're gonna pick another fight with Vegeta you can just leave right now because you'll have to go through me first. I don't care if you are a Saiyan - or even a Super Saiyan - you don't have the right to come from Kami-know's-where and nearly kill him. You aren't getting near him and that's final."
Jita glared at the other woman with rivaling venom. "Listen, woman. I am not here to kill your mate. I had an opportunity a few days ago and I didn't take it. I came here to call a truce. Now, will you tell me where he is or do I have to give him a reason to kill me."
"I'm right here, Jita."
Vegeta stood just behind Bulma, his face expressionless. Jita set herself and took a step forward, past Bulma. She wanted to say many things to her brother, but the only thing that came to her was the words of their childhood custom. "Truce?"
Vegeta smirked and nodded his head sharply. "Truce."
As soon as she landed, Jita noted the striking beauty of the place. The place was almost entirely covered with lush trees, until it came to a small clearing with a pond. The pond was almost unearthly blue and, Jita noted with interest, a perfect oval shape. Looking into the forest, she could see a carnivorous sundew plant. In fact, the jungle looked so dense and dark that the only way to get to the clearing was by flight.
Vegeta was already headed toward the pond. This was the place he always came to whenever he wanted to train - or simply to be - alone. Now he wished to talk with Jita without interruption, and this seemed the perfect place for that purpose.
Both warriors sat facing the pond, and spent a few minutes in uncomfortable silence. Now that they were here, what could they say? How could they begin? Weary of the silence, Jita spoke first.
"I suppose we have a lot to tell each other." 'Wonderful beginning, Jita,' she thought sarcastically. Vegeta grunted in agreement.
Jita smirked. "Very well. I suppose its only fair. I will begin with my story:
"As you know, I died. No real surprise there. Though I guess you never realized I took my body with me."
Vegeta raised his head in surprise.
"I thought not. Well, King Yemma had some difficulty placing me. Though I believe he actually considered sending me to heaven until HE arrived.
Actually, it was a semi-transparent projection of him, which failed to convey the true horror he was. The Lord of the Lower Realms of Hell. He offered a chance to train and gain revenge. If I went to heaven I would have to relinquish my body. I chose hell. He trained me for all these years - teaching me to be the perfect warrior. The only thing he demanded was my soul. I wasn't using it at the time, so I gave it to him. Well, I guess that covers it."
Vegeta solemnly absorbed his sister's story. Somehow it didn't surprise him. He cleared his throat. "What happens when you die?"
Jita closed her eyes. When she had decided not to kill Vegeta, she had realized the full consequences of her actions. "I will be sent to hell to face eternal damnation, even if I spend the rest of my life playing the hero and helping old ladies cross streets," she added with a sneer.
The two fell silent for a while, each embroiled in thought. Vegeta asked no more questions. He really wasn't interested in the technical details of her returning to life, and he could guess well enough how she had sensed the only remaining Saiyans on earth after finding the Kold Empire collapsed and Frieza dead. Though she used a more subtle means of exploring earth and the Saiyans than he would have used, it was basically all that he would have done.
After some time, Jita's natural curiosity took over. "I've told you my story. I expect to hear your story in more detail, starting after my death. Though, you could just cover the high points: Frieza, going Super Saiyan, family. I didn't even hear of Frieza's death. I was a bit isolated in hell."
Inwardly Vegeta smiled at the prattling of his younger sister. This reminded him more of when she was the age she looked. Sensing her growing impatience, and deciding to postpone the inevitable argument, he began his story:
"After you died, I had nothing but ambition. I would kill Frieza and attain Super Saiyan, in your name and that of every dead Saiyan. So I trained. I followed orders, killing planet after weakling planet. Frieza must have thought he had broken me, but I was using him as a means to kill him. And I grew stronger, far surpassing most of Frieza's elite. But I just couldn't get strong enough fast enough. And then there was earth.
"Radditz had come here, and died, taking Kakarrot with him."
"But he was watching our fight," Jita interrupted.
Vegeta's eyes lifted to meet hers. "You recognized him. You know, the dead come back to life. It's true."
Jita simply glared. Vegeta collected his thoughts and continued. "A bump in the head had turned Kakarrot into an emotional weakling. Yet he and a Namek managed to kill Radditz, and then brag about dragonballs. I realized this was the perfect opportunity. I would wish for immortality.
"The battle on earth started out pitifully. They had already used the dragonballs to wish back Kakarrot, but he had not arrived, even after waiting three hours. I didn't even deem it worthy for myself to join the fight. Nappa could take care of it. And he DID kill three humans and a Namek. All that was left was a human and a half-Saiyan. But then I had to kill Nappa. Kakarrot had arrived and defeated him easily. Nappa was actually begging for help.
"So Kakarrot and I fought. I almost killed him, though I did have to transform. But then someong cut off my tail."
Jita started laughing in spite of herself. She had had to endure ridicule since birth for her deformity, and now the most respected and feared Saiyan since the first Super Saiyan suffered from the same misfortune as she. Vegeta looked at her sharply much in the same way he had when she was a child. Her laughter quickly ceased.
"The irony has not escaped me. As if it wasn't enough, I was hit by something they called a spirit bomb and clobbered by an Oozaru half-breed." He paused for laughter, but none was forthcoming. "The battle was over, and both Kakarrot and I were beaten nearly to death. And then, he saved me." Vegeta spat out the words with distaste. "One of the weakling humans held a sword to my throat, but Kakarrot let me go. So I went, making it to Frieza's planet. Once I was healed, I heard that Frieza was headed for the dragonballs on Namek ."
He continued the story of the great race for the dragonballs, having some satisfaction of telling of the death of Zarbon, Dodoria, and the Ginyu force - while at the same time having some discomfort telling of his forced alliance with the people from earth and his various defeats. The hardest was telling of his death, and Kakarrot's ascendance to Super Saiyan.
Jita couldn't believe it. "Kakarrot - before you? And he defeated Frieza? Not you?"
Vegeta could only nod. The shame that had dulled over time seemed to cut him anew. He continued the story. Coming back to life. Meeting Bulma. Going Super Saiyan. Trunks. Androids. Cell. Tournament. Trunks death. Kakarrot's death. Cell's defeat at Gohan's hands, as well as his contribution. The seven years of training - and family. Tournament. Kakarrot. Supreme Kai. Buu. The fight with Kakarrot. His death. His return. Fusion (he shuddered more at this part). The defeat of Buu. And the years to follow. His journey was breath-taking. Two deaths. A mate. Children. A home. And he was now not only a Super Saiyan but - a hero.
The two sat there after his tale had ended, saying nothing. There was nothing more to say. They were reconciled - brother and sister once more.
Finally Vegeta got to his feet. "You will stay with us, at Capsule Corp."
"I have a place."
"That is not a request."
Jita shrugged her slim shoulders. "Fine. As you wish, Your Highness," she stated with a sarcastic flourish.
