A Saiyan Sister: Vegeta's Past Revealed
Me: I've made a decision!
Vegeta: Oh, really? Was it hard?
Me: Well… I've been thinking, and-
Goten and Trunks: Run! She's been thinking!
Me: (growls) BE QUIET! As I was saying… I'm mainly gonna work on this story because no one read Contentment and Purity! It's getting better though, so please read it! On with the chapter after the disclaimer, sponsored by Capsule Corp.
Trunks: You've all seen (or heard about) DBZ/DBGT/DB, right? And maybe even Switchfoot and their song… umm… Ammunition? Well… Kiya doesn't own them. Or any of the characters/words/band members. She owns Akiyu, though, and the two teenagers from the… fifth chapter? And the fairy tale… she made that for you guys especially! On with the story!
Me: This one does have song lyrics in it, but is not necessarily a songfic. Just a warning.
Chapter 7: Shopping, Apologies, and (the last part's a surprise!)
I woke up the next morning to an odd sound blasting into my ears in English. I quickly pulled something off of the edges of my ears, and saw a small megaphone-like structure. The words and sounds were intriguing, however, so I proceeded to put them back in.
Blame it on what you've been through
Blame it on what you're into
Blame it on your religions
Blame it on politicians
We've been blowing up
We're the issue
It's our condition
We've been blowing up
We're the issue
Our detonation
We've been blowing up
We're the issue
We're ammunition
We're ammunition
We're ammunition
We are the fuse and ammunition
I have no generation
Show me my motivation
One world, one desperation
One hope and one salvation
We've been blowing up
We're the issue
It's our condition
We've been blowing up
We're the issue
Our detonation
We've been blowing up
We're the issue
We're ammunition
We're ammunition
We're ammunition
We are the fuse and ammunition
Look what a mess we've made of love
Look what a mess we've made
We've got ourselves to blame
Look what a bomb we made of love
We've been blowing up
We're the issue
It's our condition
We've been blowing up
We're the issue
Our detonation
We've been blowing up
We're the issue
We're ammunition
We're ammunition
We're ammunition
We are the fuse and ammunition
We're ammunition
We're ammunition
We're ammunition
We are the fuse and ammunition
I sat up quickly, the words playing over and over in my head. It was true. We had all made a mess of love. I dressed quickly in something called 'jeans and a T-shirt.' before searching for my brother. I rushed out of the door, scaring both Trunks and Bulla who had been standing outside. I paused, thinking of any possible reason for why they had been standing there.
"Trunks, Bulla, what were you doing outside my door?" They looked at each other and smiled. I raised an eyebrow at them before giving the siblings the famous cold stare. Bulla was about to give in before Trunks stopped her.
"So you don't wanna talk, then? Fine. I'll just go get Vegeta, and-"
"Okay, okay! We put the earphones in your ears with 'Ammunition' on because we know that Saiyans are smarter than humans. That goes for half-saiyans too. Unless you're Bulla." Trunks was stopped by a smack in the head. "What was that for!"
"It was for being a mean big brother."
"Whatever. Anyway, we knew that you would make up with dad if you deciphered the song the way it was intended by us."
"Good job, you two." I commented, and their faces showed surprise for the fact that they got praise. "You definitely didn't get your father's brains. By the way… where is he?"
Trunks thought for a moment as Bulla scrambled through her purse. "He should be in the gravity room right about now."
"Great. Thanks." I turned and began to walk down the hall. It seemed a lot longer than normal, but that was probably from my lack of sleep. A voice stopped me at the top of the staircase.
"Aunt Akiyu!" I waited for the caller to come to me, as I was too lazy to face the person at the moment. It was Bulla. She flashed something green in my face, something similar to what Yamcha had when he got food the other night.
"Let's go shopping!" The girl exclaimed. What the heck is hopping? She seemed to expect an outright yes or something. Maybe she was oblivious to confused faces?
"Bulla… first of all, I need to go talk with your father. Second of all-"
"Great! Let's go!" I had no time to react before we were standing in front of a large building full of humans with bags of items. I had not noticed the ride to get here, as I had been stuck in one train of thought the entire time.
"So where do you wanna go?"
"I don't know what you're talking-"
"Let's go in here!"
And that was repeated throughout the entire day. I barely said one sentence the entire time that we were in this place of gathering. The most memorable thing about the whole day was carrying the bags to the car.
"Vegeta!" I yelled to my older brother, who was muttering to himself while loudly punching several decoys of monsters. A ki blast flew my way and I easily deflected it back. This continued for a while, with the blast moving back and forth between us, eventually evolving into a game from out home planet known as 'Blast Tennis.'
Eventually, however, all good things must come to an end. Vegeta and I ended up in a corner of the Gravity Room, silently staring at the walls. It was a while before the silence was broken.
"I'm sorry!" We both blurted out at the same time. He chuckled a little, but I went into full-blown laughter. My brother smirked at me in a silent challenge. I stared back in denial, and he nodded.
"I apologize, Akiyu. I should have trusted you more. You are my little sister though, so you can't be all that mad at my protective side."
"Yeah, I suppose. But you can't forget that I can take care of myself now. In fact, I'm surprised that I haven't gone berserk living with others. I was alone so long that it's amazing how well I still get along with people."
"I agree. You always were the more conversational one. When you were still learning to talk, your incessant babbling would get very annoying. I would threaten to seal your mouth shut, but you'd just laugh at me."
"Akiyu!" I spun around to the direction of a new voice. It had come from outside. Vegeta stood to walk to the Gravity Room entrance with me, but I already knew who it was. I told him to sit and wait.
My brother obeyed, and I strolled across the room to the door. There, of course, was Yamcha. Why else would I have told Vegeta to stay? "What is it?"
"I just wanted to… would you… go on another date with me?" A growl erupted from the corner of the room. Vegeta had heard. He stood and slowly walked our direction.
"Go away! You would officially be the most evil brother in the world if you attacked him! Go away! Now!" Sure enough, he backed off, his eyes fixed on Yamcha. I agreed, and our next date was set for Saturday.
