CHAPTER 14-A Dark Tale Carried Through Time

ME-*crouched behind the couch* "Ugh, I absolutely hate Bobo."

TRUNKS-*hiding behind couch with her* "I know what you mean. She too busy cuddling with him to cuddle with me."

ME-"I know, right- wait, what?"

KENTANA-"Ooh Bobo! You're so soft and fluffy after your bath. Yes you are, yes you are."

BOBO-"Bobo?"

TRUNKS-"Ugh."

ME-"Calm down Trunks and be quiet so I can think. Do the disclaimers to keep you busy."

TRUNKS-"Fine. DISCLAIMER-Zombiechick422 does not own Dragonball/z/gt. She only owns Kentana."

Trunks sprinted down the halls, leaving everyone in the room trying to process what had happened. In such a short time she couldn't have gone too far on foot. He called out to her with his mind. Kentana, please come back!

There was silence as he felt a cold dead feeling in his mind as she shut him out. Never had she closed their mental link before, never had she been this upset, he could tell that much from the bits of feeling ad thought left over from before she sealed her mind off. Her shutting him out felt terrible and dreadful as if he had been the one to commit the heinous crime to her. It felt as if she were dead, he wished he were dead. Nothing could have felt so dreadful to him lest she be lying dead in his arms. That was how it felt. He never realized how much that mental link was to them. Her slamming the door in his face and declaring they were through would have been more pleasant.

He ran through the halls trying to find her. His mind felt odd without her comforting touch. It felt cold, hard, and the scent of strawberries that carried through was stale. It hadn't been gone for mere moments, but he already missed it. He eventually picked up scents of her making a trail through the maze of Capsule Corp., the scent of strawberries intermingling with saiyan and lavender were distinguishable as hers to him. The lavender had only been a new scent that appeared around the time she got pregnant. They assumed it was how the children would smell.

Come on K, don't shut me out! He practically screamed. He followed her scent closely, never going off course. Several times he reached a fork in the road where she had gone one way, backtracked, and took a new course. Soon he felt a draft coming from an open window, the window swaying back and forth ever so slightly from the wind. The light traces of her that were not blown away hung there. He sighed, she better not have been attempting suicide. He climbed out of the window and hovered in the air, searching for any signs of her.

He began to wonder if she was still inside when he heard muffled sobbing from the roof. How she would have gotten up there he knew not. He flew upward and there she was, braids swaying slightly in the wind despite her lead. She was hunched over hugging her knees to her chest with tears streaming down her cheeks. Her face was covered by her knees and he didn't need the mental link to feel how terrible she felt. Dread was practically radiating off of her. He landed next to her, but she didn't look up. He crouched down and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," he said softly. Her sobbing subsided, but she didn't look up. He stayed crouched net to her until she finally looked up, but not at him, at the setting sun.

"It looks so pretty…" she said in little more than a whisper. "By gods, I swear in the name of Otoolep I must look like a wreck." He knew she must mean it even if she said in a joking tone because she had told him that by saiyan belief Otoolep was the god of death and to falsely swear by him is to call death into your soul. She looked up at him. He was balancing on bent feet with his elbows resting on separated knees. He swept a loose lock of hair behind her ear and her lips curved into slight traces of a smile. She wiped away her tears and he grinned enough to make here smile more prominent.

"Your hair… it's longer than I remembered. I like it," she stated. His unsaiyan like hair had managed to grow longer than she believed hers might have been. He stood up and gave her a hand to help her up. She slapped it away and stood up. "I may be a crying wreck, but that doesn't mean I need help walking."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it'll stop me from doing this," he said as picked her up bridal style. It has been too long since I got to do this, he thought. He felt the familiar comforting presence in the back of his mind and the wonderful scent of strawberries that seemed to eternally stain his senses because of her, though he wasn't complaining.

"Hey!" she protested as he jumped from the roof and landed back on the ground. He placed her back down and walked back into Capsule Corp. They both entered the room with his arm around her and his hand rubbing her arm comfortingly. Inside they had somehow managed to drag Vegeeta from his training and were pestering him for answers until they walked in.

Vegeeta stood leaning against the wall scowling with Bulma pestering him with Chibi Trunks crying in her arms. Yamcha and Krillin were chatting in the corner by Master Roshi, Oolong and Puar. Goku and Gohan were on the other side of the room being yelled at by Chichi. Everyone went quiet and looked up as they walked in. Kentana had managed, for the most part, to wipe away her tears, but that didn't stop her eyes from being a little pink and puffy, dazzling, but pink and puffy.

"Hey everyone," she greeted softly. Bulma turned on her, looking wilder than a mad bull. It wouldn't take a genius like Bulma Briefs to tell she was angry. She wanted an explanation and now, and she had the wildest idea of how close Vegeeta and Kentana used to be. Crazy, right? Right?

"About time!" Bulma snapped. Kentana winced. She actually winced. "Explain now!"

Kentana looked to Vegeeta for him to explain but he just 'hmphed' and smirked at her discomfort in the situation. She straightened up, gathering her saiyan pride to keep from cowering under Bulma's glare. "Alright," she said softly. Chibi Trunks' crying was ringing painfully in her ears and pressing at her nerves. "But first." She leaned down towards the wailing baby and pressed a finger to her lips and shushed him. Standing back up straight she folded her arms and said ", okay, now that that's over I'll, more or less than gladly, explain.

"I guess I can start with a more formal greeting." She walked over to Goku and Gohan and held her hands in front of her. One pointing upward as if in prayer with the other balled into a fist, right hand knuckles pressed to her left palm. She bowed forward with her hand formation in front of her head. "Greetings Uncle Kakarott, cousin Gohan." She straightened back up, but held her hand formation at chest height. "It is an honor to finally meet you without a mask." She noted the differences of their appearances.

"Wait," said Goku ", you're my niece? Does this mean you are Radditz's kid?"

"No, I'm afraid that I am a little old to be his son uncle Kakarott. I believe I am a few months older than you."

"Really? You look a lot younger than that," stated Gohan.

Kiss ass, thought Yamcha.

"Thank you Gohan, but that is the effects of a terrible machine. Before I explain I must ask, how is it you look so different? Your hair is golden like mine and," she bent down to look him eye to eye ", and are you wearing contacts?"

"No I-"

He was cut off by Trunks loudly stating ", I have to go train and dashing out of the room like his life depended on it, which in retrospect it did.

"But don't you want to hear my… All well. Go on and finish what you were saying," she urged.

"I was going to say that I am a super saiyan, I thought you would have realized that since you are one too."

"Wait, I'm a…" she picked up the end of her braid and held it to eye level, examining it closely.

"Are you daft?" asked Vegeeta rudely, his prominent signature scowl deepened at this.

She growled deep in her throat, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth. A vain bulged in her temple and her knuckles went white from how hard she was holding them clenched. "Son of bitch!" she exclaimed with disregard for the fact of a ten year old boy standing in front of her. "TRUNKS! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!" She bolted from the room and ran down the hall. He could feel their mental link pooling with sizzling saiyan rage.

She ran out of the building, knocking over the door with a splintering thud on her way. Trunks took to the air, but she wasn't going to let a little disability stop her. She leaped at him reaching surprising magnitude with that single leap. He tried to go higher, but he found the anger flooding from her through their link starting to hurt his head painfully. She latched onto his leg and from their climbed up the swaying demisaiyan until she was clinging to his back as if in a piggy back ride. She wrapped her legs around his torso until he was struggling to breath and made breathing even harder by wrapping her hands around his throat and attempting to pull his head off, all the while giving him a tongue lashing.

Soon he was turning blue and they were falling from the sky. She turned him over so she could have her hands wrapped around his throat and drill his head into the ground upon landing. They sped into the front lawn of Capsule Corp digging up the earth as they went. She pinned him with her knees pressed onto his shoulders. She was lifted off of him when a firm hand grabbed her by the tail and dragged her off of him. It was Vegeeta's.

"Let go Vegeeta! I'm going to kill that pink haired, rat bastard son of yours!" She screamed, being unable to fight back with a hand holding her tail.

"Go inside and tell them the damned story so I can get back to my training. You can kill my son later," he growled.

"As páme tóra boreíte syntomóteri kátharma fuck!" she screamed in clear saiyan. Let me go now you short as fuck bastard!

"Colorful isn't she?" he asked his son.

"Uh, yeah. I guess that's what I'd say if I knew what she was saying." Vegeeta grunted and picked her up by the tail and carried her off. Trunks followed cautiously in case she manage to break free. She was doing all she could not to scream at the top of her lungs in pain and anger at the two of them. She crossed her arms and hung until Vegeeta dropped her on the kitchen floor. She stood up and crossed her arms over her chest and Trunks began to scoot as far away from her as possible. She blew a strand of hair out of her face and shot him a dirty glare, eyes narrowed.

"I guess it's time for and explanation. Well, here it is. I was born on the planet Memphitite a few months before the destruction of Planet Vegeeta. Radditz was ten years older than you and his elder sister, my mother Beatrice, was ten years elder to him. She was several months pregnant when she went on a mission with her third class squad to Planet Memphitite under orders from Frieza and information of it having a moon and small weak armies. It took me many years to realize that it was all a set up. My grandfather, your father Uncle Kakarott, was a special saiyan.

"He had a level 10,000 power level and was only a third class. I realize now with Gohan and Uncle Kakarott as an example that his class would not have impaired his ability to exceed expectations. Before he had destroyed Planet Vegeeta he had been planning to get rid of Grandfather and his children lest they become as strong as well and attempt to over throw him. He had sent his squad on a mission to be killed by Dodoria and sent my mother's to be destroyed by the Memphitians."

"What about Radditz?" asked Goku.

"He got off easy. Because he was so weak Frieza didn't see him as a threat. My mother had been smart enough to realize that the levels on the scouters exceeded theirs by far and the lack of a moon. She hung back when the others didn't listen to her warnings. Saiyans are an advanced species, many with advanced minds, but we are not known for our brains. When she saw how strong the species was she ran to her ship to find they were rigged not to work after landing. She hid and managed to hide for many years.

"When I was five I wandered off and they found me. I was almost killed when she came to my rescue, but she was killed. Her death…" she shook her head. "I don't know, it made me snap. I can't even remember more than feeling angry. I was told by Radditz who had watched me fight them that I had taken out hundreds, thousand, I don't know before going unconscious in a pool of blood. That sword I carry was the one that I pulled from my mother's corpse and used to kill them.

"It may seem sick, but it holds sentimental value. It was Radditz who told me I should keep it. I was only five so I could easily get over it with time. He took me back to Frieza's ship with him and from then on I became a planet purger and the personal hacky sack punching bag of the Ginyus and Frieza. Living on Frieza's ship was miserable and I hated every moment of it, but not all of it semed so bad. I guess me and Vegeeta had some fun."

This was the moment for odd stares and sweat drops. "Y-you and V-Vegeeta," stuttered Bulma.

Trunks was sweat dropping with the entire group. "I guess you did seem pretty upset when I told you he was dead." This was very unsettling. His pregnant fiancé and his father… He hoped it wasn't the fun they were all thinking of.

"Of course I was upset! He was my best friend." She stated indignantly. Relief flushed to her from their mental link. "Trunks!" she blushed. "Me and indignantly. Relief flushed to her from their mental link. "Trunks!" she blushed. "I and your father were never… like that… We were only good friends. We never liked each other like that."

Yup, never liked her like that… thought Vegeeta. Well, I'm over it now. That was a long time ago and now she is to be mated with my son in this timeline and in theirs. "Yeah, we had our fun," he said sarcastically.

"Vegeeta, I know you had fun. Remember the time I opened the emergency escape hatch?"

"How could I forget? I had to crawl onto a ledge in the middle of deep space to drag your sorry ass back inside. How about the time we got our butts kicked halfway across the ship by Dodoria?"

"Yeah, that one hurt. I don't think it helped when you told him was a pink fat ass."

"Or when you told him he was a disgrace for pink blowfish everywhere." Then Vegeeta did something amazing, he smirked and to top it all off he actually laughed with her. "We were getting ourselves beat up all the time. I think it wasn't until I was eighteen that we finally got smart enough not to keep picking fights with everyone stronger than us."

Chichi looked at them. She is definitely not a good influence on my Gohan. Family or not.

"No, that's not true. We just didn't challenge them as much. I can't believe we were so stupid sometimes though. Remember when we planted stink bombs in all of Ginyu Force's except Ginyu's bathrooms. They automatically knew we did it, but they were pissed. All of them were using Ginyu's bathroom for weeks!" She almost fell over in laughter.

"Those were some good times," he chuckled. He had one last once in a life time smirk before his face went grim. It was a very noticeable difference in the mood when he did that and both he and she lost their laughter as they recalled a later memory. "Finish the damned story so I can go train to kill Cell.

"When I was sixteen the Ginyus got a new member. Jeice was his name. The loser made it his goal to bug me left and right and personally get on my nerves. He fancied me, but he didn't know how to take a hint."

Vegeeta 'hmphed'. "Some hint. You kneed him in the crotch, broke his nose, blasted him into next week a couple hundred times, broke several ribs, publically humiliated him, did I miss anything?"

"Only destroyed his pride. When I was eighteen, a few weeks from turning nineteen, I got into another argument with Jeice. This one was worse. I was completely fed up with him and I said some regrettable things. He got angry and grabbed my tail and-and-" this is where her voice cracked and a single tear slid down her cheek.

((FLASHBACK))

"Why not?" he demanded. She crossed her arms and bit her tongue. A vain was bulging in her temple. She was on the verge of attempting murder she couldn't do. This argument had happened before, but new results were going to surface other than her punching him in the balls.

"Because you are such a moronic bastard whom I have no interest what so ever in and doesn't know how to take a hint! I have better things to do than spend my time with you." She turned around to walk away when he said something else, angrier this time at her even meaner rejection.

"Like what? Spending time with your precious prince?"

She peered over her shoulder as she snapped ", he'd make a far better mate than you." She didn't actually think of him like that, but her words were true and she was willing to say anything to make him back off. She turned back around when his hand shot out at a faster speed than she could have blocked or dodged. It grabbed her weakness, her tail. As the hand held firm and strong she fell to her knees in pain. She couldn't move and the only feelings other than pain were that of dread for what could happen at any moment.

He used his free hand to cover her mouth. He leaned forward and hissed in her ear ", where's your precious prince now?" Her eyes crushed shut as he began to drag her into the nearest empty room.

Oh Vegeeta, where are you? she thought with disdain.

((END FLASHBACK))

Trunks placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and sent as much warm and comforting feelings as he could to her through their mental link. She placed her hand over his in a silent thanks.

"After what happened I spent all my time sulking in my room, unwilling to train and never eating unless Radditz or Vegeeta forced me to. I guess I was subconsciously trying to kill myself. Radditz got me medication from the ship medic, but that didn't help more than to calm my nerves and keep me from reliving the nightmare mentally. I think Vegeeta and Radditz finally got fed up with what how I was taking things so in the middle of the night they tied me up and put me in an old unused pod and sent me off into space without bothering to check the coordinates that had been preset. The pod had been unused for a reason. It was designed to work like a normal pod except it had the added feature that you didn't age at all. It was left unused and abandoned as useless attempts because the gases that temporarily stopped my aging weakened me and took away my flight.

"The only advancement that I had achieved through it was that it put me in some sort of meditative state that allowed me to increase my power level and gave me the ability to sense Ki and hide my own. I think the pod was meant to be part of Frieza's race for immortality. I believe you can count the opportunity to find my mate was another bonus," she said with a smile as she looked up at the man standing next to her. Trunks was looking down at her with a somewhat confused expression which was less than what everyone, with the exception of Vegeeta, wore.

"So, let you were some sort of planet purger like Vegeeta?" asked Krillin.

"That is correct. All pure blooded saiyans were born into it, even Kakarott here albeit the fact he got hit on the head and forgot. Don't take me wrong, I hated that job. The only part that I liked at all was the chance to fight newer stronger enemies." Most of them didn't look convinced.

"It is true," informed Vegeeta. "Most of the time she was mentally impaired for it. She didn't have much emotion when purging. She was rather dull at first. Because she never had the programming that most saiyan children got she didn't much like or see much reason."

"Most of the time I tried to tune out my emotion. A live and do without really doing. But that was the past and now is now. We have more problems to worry about than the past. What are we going to do about Cell? Uncle Kakarott is going to kill him, right?"

"Kakarott will not be the one to defeat Cell," stated Vegeeta loudly for the umpteenth time. "I and I alone can defeat him."

"Oh get over yourself," ordered Kentana. "Anaidí̱s kátharma," she muttered. Cocky bastard. Vegeeta stormed off out of the room to train.

"I can't believe him," muttered Bulma. "How could you stand him?" She cradled Chibi Trunks in her arms. Kentana noticed how mean he looked.

She shrugged. "There was no reasoning with him, no reasoning with him now. I grew up around cocky, overly arrogant saiyan males. You get used to it; though I must say the last few years were a pleasant relief." She turned back to her uncle and cousin. "Cousin Gohan, you look very different. I mean you sure have buffed up and you cut you hair. You look older than you should in only three years."

"That's because I went into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber for a year. One day out her is a year in there," he told her proudly. He found it rather amusing that she called him Cousin Gohan.

"I may have to stop by in there sometime once I'm done with this pregnancy."

"Oh right!" exclaimed Bulma. "I'm going to be a grandmother. How far along are you?"

"Nine months," she said proudly. "Could pop out at any second."

"And you still came!" yelled Trunks who went ignored.

"Nine months!" yelled Chichi and Bulma together.

"But when I was pregnant with Gohan I swelled up like a beach ball!" remembered Chichi.

"It is an adaption in saiyan woman," she began. She pulled up a chair and sat down for story time. "So that we can keep fighting without hindrance or worry for the sake of our unborn young, our body works the same way our bottomless pit stomach does. That way the baby will not affect my fighting and I don't have to worry about a miscarriage."

"Get back in that time machine and go home," ordered Trunks. "We can't have you giving birth while we're fighting Cell."

She chuckled. "That's ridiculous. It's going to come before then."

Trunks stared at her drop jawed. Unbelievable. This doesn't seem to bother her at all. Well, it makes some sense. Saiyan woman apparently have no care for their young if they ship newborns off into space to purge planets. "This doesn't bother you at all?"

"Well, if you lack it from my point of view it is actually safer to give birth here."

"How exactly is that?" asked Yamcha.

"Yeah, explain it to me," said Trunks.

"Fine you over protected ass, I will. At home I will have to risk the androids while here I won't have to worry about someone killing it unless Uncle Kakarott loses to Cell, which I don't seem likely. And if he does I'll die to protect him, her here. Besides, I'm not letting you miss the birth of your own child."

She had a point and Trunks had to admit it. He fed a hand through his long hair. "Kami, this is messed up. I can't reason with you so you'll have to talk this over with my mother."

"Well Bulma, is it okay if I give birth here?"

"Of course it is!" cheered Bulma and Chichi together.

"I'll get to witness the birth of my grandchild eighteen years before it happens!" Bulma said. "I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl."

"I wonder how it'll look," said Chichi.

"It'll have to be gorgeous, have you looked at the parents."

"I bet he or she will be a great fighter," claimed Goku. He decided to keep it a secret that he knew about its gender already. Chichi turned on him with a glare. He had already corrupted their son, she wouldn't let it happen to her niece's as well.

"It isn't going to be a fighter, is it?" she asked her niece.

"Of course my baby will!" she informed, voice cascading with pride. "I can't see a better way for a saiyan to live then fighting. They need it. It's in their blood."

"My little Gohan doesn't need fighting," she claimed as she half strangled Gohan in a tight embrace.

"Mom! Your choking me!" he gasped.

"Well, Aunt Chichi, Gohan is only half saiyan. My baby is going to have more saiyan than human in him."

"How do you know it's a boy?" asked Krillin. He stepped forward and stared at her toned stomach, trying to see any signs of her carrying an almost born semi-alien baby.

"I can just tell. The boys are a lot rougher and painful than the girls. With this one it feels like it's trying to punch its way out of my stomach. I guess that's a substitute for morning sickness and mood swings." She rubbed her belly happily. In less than a week she would have a three fourths saiyan cradled in her arms! "Now, to think of names."

"This is going to be so much fun!" the three women squealed with delight.

"Oh goodie," mumbled Trunks. This is not going to be fun!

ME-"Okay, I got it!"

TRUNKS-"What?"

KENTANA-"Yeah, what?" *Looks over the couch at them*

TRUNKS AND ME-"NOTHING!"

KENTANA-"Oh…" *sighs and leaves them to play with Bobo*

ME-"I decided what we're going to have for dinner later."

TRUNKS-"Dinner?" *face palm* "Really?"

ME-"I'm thinking we fry up Bobo."

TRUNKS-"Monkey ala moe?"

ME-"I was thinking a flambé."

TRUNKS-"Maybe purple kebabs."

ME-"Or grilled on Panini bread."

TRUNKS-"Delishious."

BOBO-"Bobo?"

ME-"Hush up Bobo. We're making dinner plans and your invited."

TRUNKS-"In fact, you're the guest of honor."

ME and TRUNKS-*maniacal laughter* "MUAHAHAHAHA!"

BOBO-"Bobo?"