Hello, guys. The Daniel Frost here, and I just want to say thanks to the few of you and to my little anon buddy for reviewing and following me. Really helps with the constructive criticism. Oh, and also, with that in mind, I would like to announce that the first four chapters of this story will be redone to fit a better liking over the weekend. I will try to fix and correct any spelling errors and change anything that doesn't add up or makes little sense. Chapter 2 I will try to put back into standard story format; once again, sorry to my anon, but I did this chapter on my phone. For some strange reason, the format was changed. Anon... You are somewhat correct about Chapter 4. I will not reveal what you have correct and what you don't. .3. Just read on. You might be surprized to learn that there is much more to Kirko and Giza than you think. Anyway, Chapter 5 is getting extended so it doesn't look like a runnoff, and I will soon continue the story. Summer is here, and I am back in. ^3^ So, without further ado, this is Chapter 6, ladies and gentlemen, "Growth"
I tensed up as she came, surprised at my own reaction time when she went to grab for my shoulder for her bag. Time seemed to stop as I literally watched my own hand, faster than I believed, catch her wrist right before she touched her bag's strap. I smiled, getting an immense feeling of awesomeness at this newfound ability to defend myself from my sister where there previously was none. She herself smiled too, amazed at my speed, clearly awed. She countered furiously fast, shifting her agile body and sending one of her big legs my way for a devastating kick. I, remembering that sensation manyfold over, ducked under her leg. Mid-phase, she tried to yank away her hand, to free herself, and almost succeeded. I however, managed to hold on. Using her momentum against her, I flipped my body horizontally, like a torpedo, causing her to spin with me and almost lose her balance as she landed.
"Nice" she commented, her hair a slight mess. She gleemed a sided smiled, which is what she usually did when she had a trick up her sleeve. I still held her wrist in my hand, and I was in a better position. My newfound strength held up quite nicely against her, so I doubted she would ever blindside me now. I felt an inner happiness awake at the thought of being able to at least peak over my sister's shadow. Dad wouldn't believe it!
If I ever saw him again.
At that moment, my sister ripped away from from me, her wrist slipping away in an instant, and, before I could even react, she was behind me, her hand on my shoulder, slipping off the strap to the bag. I was left stunned, as she reappeared in front of me, slipping on her own bag, smiling smuggly. Wha-... What had just happened?
I frowned, unconscious as to what to think, as I looked down at my hands.
"Sis?" I asked, looking up.
"What" She smiled, with that flirtaceous smile she always used with her boyfriend, Zanier, or as I called him, Zeggy.
Had he survived? As much as I wanted to bring it up, I left it untouched. Perhaps she would forget.
Perhaps I would too.
"Can we spar?" I asked.
She smiled, putting down her bag, then kicking it away towards the bed behind her.
"Sure", She said "But I won't hold back, so don't get comfortable. It's been a while. Since I've sparred with you little brother. Looking to test them out?" She asked.
"Yeah" I loved my sister, despite she giving me the beatings of my life every once in a while. I readied up, taking stance. she did the same. A saiyan couldn't be sloppy in their technique, especially those who belonged to families of the higher ups. So whenever dad would watch our spars, and I messed up badly, like letting her grab my tail and use it to her advantage, she would have to kick me around for about ten minutes as dad watched. It was harsh, but it kept me tough, built up my endurance. Others weren't as lucky, kids in other families being beaten to an inch of their life in order to have the stronger for next time, because saiyans come back stronger with every fight. The worse the beating, the stronger they would reheal. I was born with a small body, so it wouldn't take much to beat me, but I also had a stronger rehealing factor, so they wouldn't have to beat me as much. I was "born with talent", My mom used to say. Dad would just look at me with that look he almost always gave me. The "Useless Runt" look, while leaning up against the kitchen counter as mom looked over my wounds. "You'll be completely healed in about two days, ok? Don't pick at the bandage." A kiss on the forehead and an I love you were the last words I remember from her.
"Here I come!" I shouted, giving my announcement as I gave a big leap. I couldn't believe the amount of speed and energy I'd gathered from that push.
Within miliseconds, I was in front of her, throwing punches and kicks left and right. As she blocked, I could sense that I was stronger than I used to be; she seemed to know my technique well, but couldn't seem to keep up as well. She blocked later that usual, my attacks getting closer and closer to her body and wasn't as steady when she did. Every kick and punch drove her back, and slowly, we levitated into the air slightly. My kicks were fast, my punches strong. I got confident in my technique, then threw in a unusal surprize hook...
I caught her off guard. The fist slammed right into her face, and she stumbled back a couple of feet, where I kicked her in the stomack and slammed her against the wall with the force. She spread out on the wall, like a sea star on a rock, and I went to follow up, getting the lovely thrill of battle to give me happiness. I went to kick her in the stomack once again, but before I could do the such, she used the wall as a takeoff and she pushed, then heading my way, she grabbed my leg before I could come up with a better strategy, and swung me like a one handed baseball bat against the metallic walls. I was stunned for a second, but not enough to be completely blindsided by the incoming blue energy sphere. I countered it with my own, causing a small purple explosion that left a little cloud of smoke.
Perfect chance of escape. Staying here would mean certain defeat.
I rushed out, flying full speed, only to see my sister appear parallel to me form the other side of the cloud. We both went at each other, her aura her natural white, mine my regular red. Once in the center, we were locked in a feat of strength, my fingers interlocked with hers. Both of us pushed against the other, eventually using out energy to push us too. We were stuck in a stalemate, neither getting the uper hand on the other, and she and I looked at each other as we increased the amount of power we used to propel against each other. I was near my limit, needing to push harder, but she had a lightness to her push, relying more on power. She had a smile on her face, happy as always to spar againsst her brother, to let her saiyan heritage, her blood boil at the thought of fighting. To feel herself be free. I too, left myslef be free and pushed harder, slowly opening up new heights. I had more power I could tap into, but I couldn't reach it now. I was hitting my mental limit, as well as my physical vessel's power brim. I needed more training. I wanted more training. I was going to become stronger, to show dad.
My sister, I could tell as I looked at her, was still stronger, and more powerful too. But speedwise, she and I were parallel now. And I wasn't far behind on strength or power either.
I could catch up...
I would surpass her.
Suddenly, she began to push harder, causing me to lose ground rapidly, a hearty laugh leaving her lips.
She'd been holding back. I knew it.
With no time to spare, I was backed against the wall, where she pulled off her hands free, planted one against my chest so I couldn't move and gave me a big one, her right hand balled into a fist as my lip spit. At that moment, the battle ceased, no more energy was being pulled out, I could sense it. She'd won, once again, but I wasn't far behind. She then backed off, giving two backflips and a quirky little hop at the end, her sign of triumph.
"That's for the the punch and the kick earlier, nice touch." She said, suddendly noticing a paper on the ground and bending over to pick it up. I pulled myself off the wall, wipping the blood off my lip as I straightened up my tail, which was numb against the wall. It felt great great to stretch it as I walked towards the bed.
"Kirko?" She asked. She was over by the control panel, punching things into the pad.
"Yeah?" I asked, feeling the adrenaline finally begin to subside.
"Pass me dad's notebook."
I picked it up, looking at the cover as I walked over to her. What could she possibly want with it? Had she found anything special within? From what dad had told me when I asked what was inside, he had said that it was mostly garbage. This was his work notebook, one he kept while he did things at work. What could there be in here besides a journal of boring old entries?
Why had dad even bothered giving it to me if I couldn't really do anything with it? I couldn't read it.
"What?" I asked when I handed it to her. I wiped some more blood off my lips. It was going to take a little over 15 minutes for it to stop bleeding.
"I want to see." She took it, opening up the front cover, and looked at me as if expecting something. "Do you mind if I ask you to make one of those scanner energy spheres again?"
I held out my fist and did as she suggested. She then grabbed my wrist, pulling me over to the page, where I lost focus. The light faded, and she looked up at me again, annoyed. "What the fuck?" she demanded, " turn it back on."
"Then let go of my wrist." I commanded. "This technique is very delicate. I
can't lose focus at all, and any interruption, such as a hand squeezing my wrist, will cause the energy vibrations in my hand to go off frequency, leading the technique to fail."
She looked at me, letting go of my wrist, clearly surprised. I smiled." Not my vocabulary" I said, "It's the exact explination dad gave me when he was teaching me it" I laughed a little, beginning the technique again. For once, I felt as if dad had intended on me being at least somewhat useful.
Once the glow was done, and the inner cover of the book was illuminated, the page seemed to come to life with hidden red saiyasi.
Dad had hidden puzzle for his children. So there was more for us to do but just sit here and wait.
Giza went to the keyboard, telling me to come with her and keep the page illuminated. She punched in the series of symbols, typing fast, obviously knowing what she was doing.
I got curious." So..."
"Dad left a little code for us. He said anything we needed to know would appear once we put it in- and there." She said, pressing what I assumed to be the enter key.
"How did you know?" I asked. The computer panel lit up, processing.
"This little slip of paper" She pulled one up. I looked at it, recognizing it as the one I had slipped in under my glove before we passed out. It probably fell out during the sparring session.
Before I could ask the next question in mind, the entire room darkened, and a little beam came up from the control panel. We stepped out of the way, allowing the beam to manifest and widen into a 3D shape...
A hologram...
From the red hologram, two images slowly took shape. One was of dad, who was, as always, with a seroius stern face behind his gleaming glasses. And the other was of Dr. Darell, the lead scientist at our research facility. They both held looks of seriousness, of worry.
"If you have gotten this message, then you, along with whoever else is with you, will be awe..." Dad said, serious.
Giza and I looked at each other.
"If you drank from the vial, you will have grown..." a pause "You are now six years into the future, and Planet Vegeta has been destroyed..."