A Saiyan Sister: Vegeta's Past Revealed

Me: Yay! I have 2 new words! Or, I guess you could call them phrases. 'Meep and evilness' and 'Grr and evilness!' Yay!

Vegeta: Pointless.

Me: Are you Vegeta or Hiei?

Vegeta: Vegeta. Do I look short and shrimpy?

Me: Umm… So, hope you liked the last chapter!

Trunks: Ok… Kiya doesn't own us or GT or any other shows related to us and the Dragonballs, but poor Aunt Akiyu is sadly enslaved by the writer's evilness ness…ness… Who wrote this! That's not even a word!

Me: Hehehe… What were you saying about Bio-technology?

Trunks: Oh, yeah! It's somewhat like environmental protection, using metals made from (blocked out)

Me: Yeah… Ok.

Trunks: You're just like Goten! (walks out and slams the door)

Me: And?

Goten: So, you didn't understand the bio-technology thing either?

Me: Nope. And I'm supposed to be smart…

Oh... Please read my other, newer story! It's an Inuyasha ficcie! Thanx for reviewing all! Srry 4 never updating... Now my teachers are slamming end of the year stuff on us with videos of soil and review f the Pythagorean Theorem... Yay.


Chapter 4: Learning to Fight

I walked the nearly empty halls of Capsule Corp. It was a Saturday, and most everyone else was doing something. Where my brother was I did not know; according to Bulma he always had other things to do.

It had been a few days since the reunion, and I found that my brother had little time for family matters. However, at times I would find him looking over my shoulder at the books I had found in my escape pod and taught myself to read. All words were in Saiyan garb, and no one but the two of us could read their disturbing tales of Saiyan warfare.

I had taken one of these books with me and walked out to the large yard. I sat beneath a tree, where I had a view of Goten and Trunks sparring at full force. Their speed was amazing; unfortunately, even the hardest punches did minimal damage. Since their power levels were equal, it was harder to make an effective attack.

The two teenagers noticed me watching. They walked over to my spot in the grass. Trunks was the first to speak. "Do you want to spar with us?"

I shook my head. "I can't. I've lost the Saiyan ways of battle over the years. You two are far more advanced than I am at this point."

The two boys shrugged, walked over to their spot and began talking. Finding nothing of interest around me, I got re-enveloped in my book. After about an hour, I heard something and looked up.

"Get back to your training!" Vegeta yelled to the two teens who sat talking in the grass. They nodded and quickly commenced their sparring. I pretended to be interested in an extremely violent chapter of the book when my brother's hand came over the page.

"Should you really be reading that? It's nothing more, a mere thing of the past now." He smirked and took the book from my hands. He read about a page of it before looking at me once again. "It mentions father."

I made a quick grab for my book, but Vegeta easily avoided it. I tried several more times, only to find that my attempts failed horribly. My brother looked into my eyes and shook his head.

"You've forgotten how to fight."

"Yeah. I barely knew anything in the first place, but all these years of separation from our race have sent me farther away from battle tactics."

"Would you like to learn?" I looked up at my brother, eyes bright with happiness. He offered me a hand and helped me up. We walked over to another part of the large yard and he began instructing me.

"We'll start with fighting stances." Vegeta showed me several stances and told me to copy them. Being a Saiyan, I caught on quickly, and within hours was almost able to match Trunks in battle. Everyone was surprised at how quickly I advanced.


Later that night, while I was absorbed in my book, I heard noises outside of the room. I walked to my bedroom door and peeked through a small opening between the door jam and the door itself. There stood Yamcha, looking extremely fidgety.

"Umm…hi. Do you need something?" He turned around and gave me a strange look. It took me a few seconds to notice that I had spoken in Saiyan. I repeated the question and he shook his head.

"Vegeta said he wanted to talk to me. That probably means one of two things. A) He wants to beat me up, or B) He actually wants to talk to me, then beat me up. There isn't that much of a difference, is there?"

He looked too nervous for that. Even someone like me, a loner for most of my life, could tell that Vegeta hadn't really invited him here for a fight. I opened the door more and told him to come inside my room.

Yamchahesitantly walked inside. He seemed extremely uncomfortable, and I couldn't figure out why. Thus, my curiosity took over, and I began to interrogate the poor human.

"So, Yamcha. Are you really here to see Vegeta? Or something else?"

"Both." He twisted his hands in a nerve-wracking way.

"Well, what's the second reason you're here?"

"For… For you. I was going to ask you out on… a date."

"WHAT?" This came from two voices. One was my own, and the other came from my doorway. There stood my big brother, obviously furious with this sudden comment.

Vegeta looked completely awe-struck. He looked ready to charge at Yamcha, and I got to him just before he began to pummel the human to a pulp. I held my brother's arm to avoid any damage to anything.

"Come on, Vegeta! I don't want any dead bodies!" He instantly relaxed. I released his arm and the Saiyan just stood where he was. If I didn't know better, I would've thought he wasn't breathing.

This dating thing… could it be fun? I'd never explored very far into it, and no one had ever asked me out before. Maybe I would check it out. If Yamcha had shown me around the city, then maybe he could help me with this too…

"Hey, Yamcha? About this dating thing… Can you teach me how to do it? Is it like fighting, where you just learn?"

I watched the jaws of both men drop, then heard a loud thump as Vegeta passed out onto the floor.