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Author's Notes: Thanks to all my reviews. Sorry I couldn't get this out sooner. Weekends and tests are from the devil. Anyway, we're getting into the part without much action and with much more angst. Interesting things happening. Enjoy.
Chapter 15: Relics
Jita surveyed her new room at Capsule Corp with satisfaction. It had taken some doing, but she had finally gotten the room arranged the way she liked it. Not since she lived on the planet Vegeta had she actually had a living space. Her time in Frieza's elite had mostly been spent in space pods, bunkers, and - cells. And her time in hell . . .
She broke off her reverie sharply. She saw her brother in the doorway, rooted to the spot in amazement.
Decorating the room were actual Saiyan relics. Ornate boxes. Wooden carved murals. Curved blades. Ancient armor. The bones of ancestral monarchs and great warriors. And among the relics were mementos of the two Saiyans' youth. Vegeta drew out of his trance. "So you went back." He was referring to the place they had agreed to save everything. It was an unassuming planet of - strangely - historians. The species had fallen out of favor when they refused to change history to suit Frieza. Jita made it seem like the planet had been purged and rendered uninhabitable. In return, the historians held their relics in safety. Jita noticed that Vegeta had gone back sometime after her death to make one last deposit of everything they owned. Imagine how the historians felt when a dead girl came to collect her things.
A picture caught Vegeta's eyes. It was a picture taken at one of the planets before purging it. Vegeta had just turned sixteen, and they were all feeling whimsical. The picture was subtitled 'Survivors.' Radditz was in the back, grinning in a slightly less naïve version of Kakarrot's grin. Vegeta was in front of Radditz, smirking with his arms crossed. Nappa was smirking as well, putting his hand on Jita's head, who was glaring and scowling in protest at his silent attest to her height. In the bottom left- hand corner was a small baby picture of Kakarrot - an addition Radditz had insisted upon. "Survivors," Vegeta commented sardonically. He remembered the years when he had been the only survivor, after Cell. Only the woman and the demi-Saiyans had saved him from crushing loneliness. Those years had nearly driven him crazy. All those years that he couldn't feel the Saiyans in his head. He was telepathic only with full Saiyans. Now, ever since Buu, the telepathic void had only been filled by Kakarrot. But not .
Vegeta shook himself out of his reverie, put down the picture, and led Jita out of the room. He had yet to show her the gravity room .
Author's Notes: Thanks to all my reviews. Sorry I couldn't get this out sooner. Weekends and tests are from the devil. Anyway, we're getting into the part without much action and with much more angst. Interesting things happening. Enjoy.
Chapter 15: Relics
Jita surveyed her new room at Capsule Corp with satisfaction. It had taken some doing, but she had finally gotten the room arranged the way she liked it. Not since she lived on the planet Vegeta had she actually had a living space. Her time in Frieza's elite had mostly been spent in space pods, bunkers, and - cells. And her time in hell . . .
She broke off her reverie sharply. She saw her brother in the doorway, rooted to the spot in amazement.
Decorating the room were actual Saiyan relics. Ornate boxes. Wooden carved murals. Curved blades. Ancient armor. The bones of ancestral monarchs and great warriors. And among the relics were mementos of the two Saiyans' youth. Vegeta drew out of his trance. "So you went back." He was referring to the place they had agreed to save everything. It was an unassuming planet of - strangely - historians. The species had fallen out of favor when they refused to change history to suit Frieza. Jita made it seem like the planet had been purged and rendered uninhabitable. In return, the historians held their relics in safety. Jita noticed that Vegeta had gone back sometime after her death to make one last deposit of everything they owned. Imagine how the historians felt when a dead girl came to collect her things.
A picture caught Vegeta's eyes. It was a picture taken at one of the planets before purging it. Vegeta had just turned sixteen, and they were all feeling whimsical. The picture was subtitled 'Survivors.' Radditz was in the back, grinning in a slightly less naïve version of Kakarrot's grin. Vegeta was in front of Radditz, smirking with his arms crossed. Nappa was smirking as well, putting his hand on Jita's head, who was glaring and scowling in protest at his silent attest to her height. In the bottom left- hand corner was a small baby picture of Kakarrot - an addition Radditz had insisted upon. "Survivors," Vegeta commented sardonically. He remembered the years when he had been the only survivor, after Cell. Only the woman and the demi-Saiyans had saved him from crushing loneliness. Those years had nearly driven him crazy. All those years that he couldn't feel the Saiyans in his head. He was telepathic only with full Saiyans. Now, ever since Buu, the telepathic void had only been filled by Kakarrot. But not .
Vegeta shook himself out of his reverie, put down the picture, and led Jita out of the room. He had yet to show her the gravity room .
