A Saiyan Sister: Vegeta's Past Revealed
Me: Look! A sooner update than usual!
Vegeta: Oh, wow. I'm soooo excited.
Me: Good! OMG! I had a moment in band earlier!
Vegeta: Ooooookay….
Me: … My chair fell off the risers, hit my trumpet case, my case fell over, I fell over, my trumpet hit something, and I almost hit this dude! It hurt!
Trunks and Goten: (laughing) I bet your whole band class was laughing!
Me: Thank heavens it was only Jazz Band! Concert Band was at lunch! That's the rest of the band, for those who don't go to CMJH.
Trunks: Uh-huh. She doesn't own us, or any of the Dragonball series, sagas, characters, or lives. Hopefully she won't get rich and buy us.
Me: Hey guys! I won the lottery!
Goten: RUN!
Chapter 8: An Enemy to be Feared
Yamcha came to the door to my room at around 8 PM on Saturday. I wore the nicest outfit I could find. To me, of course, that was my Saiyan armor, but Bulma advised me against that. She told me that Earth clothes would be more appropriate for the occasion.
I followed her advice, gathering up a dark blue dress out of the endless clothes that Bulla bought for me. The teenage girl insisted on something called 'make-up' and attacked me with a brush and colored stuff. I tried to resist, but… let's just say that even Vegeta joined in the fun of holding me down.
Yamcha stared at me as I closed my door. Vegeta walked into the hall at the same time, following us downstairs. I could almost feel him glaring at the back of Yamcha's head. It was… scary.
"Vegeta! Go away! Leave us alone! FOR ONCE!" I yelled, catching both men off guard. "Get a life! Go… watch a movie or something!"
Bulla and Trunks took their cue. "Yeah, dad! Come on! Let's watch 'Creature From the Deep,' the sequel to 'The Monster From Space!'" They easily dragged him into the other room. As a precaution, Bulma set up a trap for Vegeta after we left, so that any attempt to leave would result in a a frying pan-shaped bruise on his head.
We had spent nearly three hours at some gathering that Yamcha defined as a 'fair.' They had lots of good food, and fun electronical devices that moved in every direction, defying gravity to entertain. We were in line for another 'ride' when a tap on the shoulder forced me to turn around.
"Hello, Saiyan." He had dark brown hair, and wore dark glasses. I have heard them called 'sunglasses,' but why would you need glasses full of sun when there's enough sunlight already?
"Hello. Do you need something?" I smiled. The man smirked back and looked ready to say something before he pulled out a gun.
"The last remnants of the pure Saiyan race. You will all die soon enough!"
"Akiyu!" A voice yelled as a pair of hands pulled me backwards. I watched as the man's head snapped back. A crack rang out through the newfound silence. His neck was broken.
"Don't you DARE point a gun at MY-LITTLE-SISTER!" To say the least, Vegeta didn't look very happy. He half-smiled at me before carrying the man off to a place less crowded and more pleasing to beat someone up at. It took me a second to notice that Yamcha was holding me.
Some say that it's almost a girl's reflex to cry when put in a dangerous situation. I guess I have a pretty good reflex, because I cried for quite a while. Even warrior races need to vent! Yamcha just held me the entire time, until I finally fell asleep against him on a bench.
The poor guy carried me home, where Vegeta had been impatiently waiting. He hadn't cleaned his hands of the dirt and stuff that he'd gotten on them while 'conversing' with the guy. My brother yanked me out of Yamcha's arms before yelling at him to leave. He agreed, leaving as quickly and silently as possible. Vegeta laid me on my bed and shut the door behind him.
I woke the next morning to yells. Expecting to see Bulma and Vegeta in one of their famous arguments, I got dressed and ran downstairs. Instead of a feuding couple, however, I saw four fighters going against two more. I immediately recognized Trunks and Goten, but who the other four were was about as obvious to me as… well, almost anything at this point.
"Hey-Aunt-Akiyu!" Trunks yelled in between kicks. "Can-you-help us-a little-please!"
"Where's Vegeta?" I yelled, knocking one of the men to the ground. I twisted his arm near breaking point. "What're you doing here!"
"I- I was sent to kill you and your brother!" I heard a snap as his arm broke in two. My hand moved to his thoat, and I knew he felt me searching for a good bone to crack. "We'll leave you alone if you let me go!"
"You aren't leaving alive! Who sent you!"
"We call him Master Joe-Bob! We know it's not his real name, but he won't give it to us!"
"Is that all?"
"Yes, ma'am!" I found the bone I was looking for and broke his neck. Vegeta showed up a little bit later and took to killing the others. He had the three of them down in a matter of minutes.
"What happened?" My brother yelled, staring at the teenage boys. They shrugged, and explained that the people had just come up to them right in the middle of their training. Vegeta took this opprotunity to tell them to train harder. Next time he might not show up.
Bulma was completely surprised when she found out about all that had happened the last two days. She suggested that Vegeta and I go hide somewhere. Naturally, we both refused. Vegeta claimed that it would be a disgrace to our race if we did so.
I was actually very scared. I wasn't about to tell Vegeta, of course, and no one could tell by the way I was acting. Yamcha refused to set up another date with me until we got this whole thing figured out. Instead, he elected to ignore Vegeta and spend all day following me around.
Goten and Trunks trained a lot more often, and Kakarot was constantly training with Vegeta. Chi-Chi and Bulma were almost always together now, and Pan came to CC a lot with her mother. Gohan made sure to stay around the humans a lot, just in case someone tried an attempt at one of their lives as well.
No matter how hard anyone thought about it, no one could come to a conclusion on who the heck our enemy was. Who would use a stupid name like Joe-Bob anyway? It was the next day that Gohan, back from his work as a teacher, was able to tell us who was attempting to wipe out the remnants of the Saiyan race.
Everybody gets a cliffie! Take that! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA! Meep! Please review and... uh... I'll try to update soon!
