'Kakarot?' Kuumba felt strange, as if her world had shifted. The Saiyan in her grew disgusted at her soft feelings and she shook her head. 'My father does not matter to me, he left me before I was born. I am here to serve, Prince, I am sorry if my history is confusing.'
'It matters to us,' Goten spoke, his voice quivering. 'Bulma, we need to do a test.' 'I have a kit in the lab, Vegeta…' she scowled at her laughing husband, why was he laughing? she thought. 'This was boys, Kimba.' 'Kuumba,' she corrected, bitterly. 'Kuu for short. Its what my mother called me.' 'Kuu,' Trunks stood beside her, 'This must all be a lot for you.' 'All is well my Prince,' Kuumba looked into Trunks' blue eyes. 'I'm here if you…' he spoke softly. 'I give you thanks.' She murmured as Trunks stared at her pink lush lips. He felt himself flush hot again. 'Kuu,' Bulma gestured to her lab, followed by Gohan and Goten.
The cold clinical room was laden with rusted and shining metal, a smell of paint and oil hung in the air and discarded capsules lay around the place. Bulma pulled a small plastic yellow case from a drawer, it contained swabs. 'I just need some cells from the inside of your cheek.' She gave a swab to Kuumba and one to Gohan who stepped forward to take the test. 'Just a quick swipe inside your mouth. Then give it to me.' They did as she asked, placing the swab in awaiting tubes. Bulma placed these in the machine. The monitor flickered into life, glimmering with flashing lines. The two boxes of lines overlapped with one another before a text box flashed up on them. 'Paternal allele match - 100%' It stated. 'Well you're a saiyan and you're definitely a daughter of Goku.' Bulma stood shocked, her eyes unmoving from the screen. 'Impossible, do it again.' Gohan slammed his glasses down on the machine. 'Genetics don't lie Gohan,' Bulma turned to face him. 'Kuu is your half sister.'
Kuumba fell to the floor hard, landing on her bottom. 'Why would mother lie?' 'She didn't,' Vegeta stood in the doorway to the lab. 'Knowing Kakarot, he will have wanted to make it right, have all his family together. He was a saiyan and its not uncommon for saiyans to have more than one woman, a girl in every port so to speak.' 'Our Dad isn't like that.' Goten defended his father to the hilt, thinking about what this would do to Chi-Chi, his poor mother. 'True, yet here we are. Its possible that Kakarot if faced with sufficient fear he would never come home would start again. Kakarot isn't the kind of guy to be alone.' 'Then I am, Mato is, children of Kakarot.' she felt herself become sentimental. 'Oniisan?' she spoke to Gohan. 'I am not your brother.' Gohan stormed out of the lab and left. 'Give him time.' Goten spoke to Kuumba. 'He isn't the quickest to adapt to change. But he will let you in. See you soon Imouto-chan.' Goten chased after his brother.
'Kuu,' Trunks helped her to her feet. 'What helps you feel better after a day like this.' 'A fight.' Kuumba replied without hesitation. Trunks looked her up and down an grabbed her hand. 'Come with me.' Trunks was no longer in his training gear, he was in shorts and a t-shirt but her could move freely enough in these. He lead Kuumba outside, 'Try to keep up,' he jested, powering to fly to the deserted grassy waste lands. Kuumba could not keep up, he smirked, he had left her in the dust. She appeared behind him. 'Instant transmission, do not underestimate your opponent.' Kuumba threw a powerful punch toward him which he easily deflected. 'Are you ready to go?' Trunks let his power rise. 'I'm always ready.' Kuumba felt herself relax as she tightened her tail around her. The earth began to shake beneath them as the ki rose around them. They sparred, neither one using their full potential, throwing punches and kicks, blocks and retorts. They were equally matched at this strength so the fighting became more ferocious. Trunks could feel the need to almost power to super saiyan levels when he landed a punch to Kuumba's arms crossed in front of her face which sent her hurtling, landing on her back on the grassy ground. Trunks followed, powering up a small ki blast, holding it to her face. 'You lose.' Trunks announced holding her to the ground with his powerful frame. She disappeared laughing, appearing beside him, kicked him in the side, she was moving too fast to see, she pinned him with her small frame, a ki blast in her hand. 'A true warrior does not announce victory until the other side is beaten.' She smiled panting as Trunks threw her legs behind her, she landed hard and ungracefully on the floor, her head next to his.
They both panted and laughed, looking at the stars. 'Thank you, Prince Trunks.' She looked toward him smiling, to find him staring. 'Earth is a beautiful place, I hope you'll be happy here.' Trunks sat up, he felt himself flushed and not because of the fight, he was really attracted to this girl, her big black eyes, her sweet face, her tantalising lips. He couldn't help but want her. 'Where's your tail?' Kuumba asked turning to her front, her tail loose in the wind. 'I… I don't actually know.' Trunks had never questioned his tail, he could never remember having one, he had no scars or stump, he assumed he had been born tailless. 'I could restore it.' Kuumba moved next to Trunks, sat on her legs, running her tail down his back. 'How?' he turned to face her. 'Magic.' she whispered playfully into his ear, pushing him forward. 'Amazing, no stump but you have a faint growth, where the root of your tail would be.' She summoned a ball of pure ki, white and yellow, she held it to the growth.' She began to chant in an unknown language - it must be Yardrati, Trunks thought. He felt a slight burning at the base of his back, the chanting grew louder, she was almost singing loudly behind him. "smail behagy, bahail kya eck biir faya tha, ye aisia honos cheehia!" He felt her hand touch his back, the base of his spine, as her hand made contact she pulled screaming. Trunks yelped with pain. 'It is done.' she smiled as Trunks waved his new tail. It was long and covered in purple fur. He wondered if he would be a purple Ozaru. Kuumba moved close to Trunks taking his tail in hers, wrapping them together. 'Kuumba.' Trunks groaned as her leant in to kiss her. He felt her pull away, releasing his tail, which he hid by his side. 'What are you doing?' Vegeta asked angrily. 'Your mother needs you home. Now.'
'Aren't I allowed a little privacy?' Trunks sighed. 'Now, both of you.' Vegeta scowled. They began to fly back home. He felt his tail twitch up his back, it was real, for a second he had forgotten. He turned to Kuumba, she flew, her eyes fixed forward, her tail again twice wrapped around her tiny waist. It appeared to be keeping her loose top fit to her skin, that soft skin he wanted to touch. 'Don't even think about it boy.' His father growled. Trunks scoffed looking forward, twitching his tail up his back and smiling. He knew he was in trouble with his parents, he would be in even worse trouble when they saw his tail. But until then, he enjoyed having a secret, something between him and Kuu.
When they returned home everyone went to their rooms and while much appeared to be said about Trunks and Kuumba's late night endeavours. Vegeta showed Kuumba to her room, Trunks being talked at by a frantic Bulma. 'You could have been dead! How do I know if you don't tell me?' Vegeta thought it best to leave the boy to appease his mother. Bulla had left a roomy t-shirt on Kuumba's bed, it dwarfed her. 'Why did you want to find me?' Vegeta asked as she changed, appreciating the view. She was a truly beautiful saiyan specimen. Her skin so soft and supple, untouched by age, her breasts though ample still sprung high and pert. She pulled over the t-shirt.
'I was told to, my prince. The last of our kind deserve to be together in the end. Our species is doomed to extinction, at least I can serve the last prince of Vegeta, in every way I can and live my life with honour and in battle. As should every Saiyan.' She turned to face Vegeta who walked to her 'Kuu, as your prince, I set you free from servitude. You do not have to serve me, there are no more battles to be fought here and I fear you will grow restless. If you want to stay, we must live like the earthlings to survive. The saiyan way of life is dead here, as cold as it makes my blood run to say it, we do not fight anymore.' Kuumba fell back toward the bed. 'But… What else will I do?' she looked at Vegeta imploringly, 'I know only this way of life, Tamo and I fought, sparred, increased our skill and power. For what end? It was all for nothing?' 'No,' Vegeta exclaimed eager to reassure her, he felt didn't want to disappoint the young war-maiden, he didn't want her to be sad. 'Child… Woman… You have not trained in vain, you shall spar with me tomorrow. Show me what you have learned, I will show you how far you have to go.' He stroked her face and kissed her on the forehead. 'Sleep well, Kuu.' 'Sleep well, Prince.' Kuumba spoke, clambering into the bed. She was not used to such comfort, it was almost uncomfortable but soon she felt herself drift into the realm of peaceful sleep, where she stayed until the sun shone bright the next day.
The lights were brighter now. In the light she saw the shadows of a man. 'Father?' she called, moving toward the light. 'You,' said the man, grabbing her, pinning her to the floor. She gasped 'Help, I can't fight. I don't want to fight.' tears ran down her face. Tamo appeared, kicking the man from her. He lifted his sister to her feet. 'I have come for Kuu,' he shouted. The unknown man stood before her, in orange and blue, Gohan and Goten stood behind him, Vegeta and Trunks behind them. They assumed a fighting stance, 'Oniichan, Oniisama, Trunks?' She explored their eyes for a glimmer of a joke or relaxation. It was a tense fight. 'Kuu is a saiyan, she will not stand down.' Tamo stood angry and defiant. 'I have seen this before,' she said dreamily. 'Kuu knows our ways. Kuu knows love,' Trunks moved toward her, his tail proud in the air. 'Stay away from her, I am her brother, I do not condone this.' Tamo hissed as Trunks took her hand. 'Kuu, think of your family.' Trunks held her hand, extending one to her stomach. 'I am her family.' Tamo powered up a ki blast. 'Actually,' Vegeta spoke, 'We are all family, by my reign as king, there is no war here. Now power down.' 'Give her to me.' Tamo remained defiant, eyes locking with Trunks. 'She has the right to choose.' 'I am her eldest relative.' the retort came fast. 'Actually,' Kuumba spoke. 'He is.' gesturing to the man in orange. Tamo screamed 'He is not our father, I will defeat him if I must for you to see Kuu, you must see.'
Kuumba woke with a jump. Her mother had claimed to have psychic visions, a gift given to her by the previous medicine woman, the Yardrati who raised her. She shook herself, she was a warrior not a healer, she could never replace her mother. She was more saiyan than Yardrati. She shook herself, climbing out of bed and pulling on her clothes. She went to open her door as Trunks opened it out before her. 'Oh…' Trunks blushed, he was stood in his pajamas. 'I, erm, I was wondering if you would… I mean wanted to…' 'Trunks,' she smiled, looking at the scouter in his hands. 'Come to work with me.' he blurted out. 'I want you to show me and my team how this works.' he gestured at the scouter. 'I would be honoured young Prince.' she bowed deeply. 'Bulla,' Trunks shouted, 'I need Kuumba to dress for a day at Capsule Corp. Smart, y'know.' Bulla pulled open her door in a large t-shirt her blue hair scattered and unkempt. 'Have you any idea of the time?' Bulla yawned, she was not used to the morning, she didn't have to work.' 'You can save the crap about beauty sleep, just get her ready. I have a breakfast meeting.' 'Trunks walked into his own room, he had to get dressed. Kuumba shuffled toward Bulla, who brought her into her room. 'I need armour.' Kuumba spoke. 'You need Earth armour,' Bulla replied, opening her wardrobe wide. She pulled out a grey suit, fitted and expensive looking and frowned placing it back. She took out a short black dress placing it before Kuumba before snatching it away 'Save that for the first date.' Next she pulled out a flowing blue dress, 'respectable yet stunning.' Kuumba changed quickly, her dress fitted her curves nicely. She looked herself in the mirror, a bulge where her tail laid under her dress. Bulla shook her head, taking some scissors behind Kuumba. 'Don't cut off my tail…' Kuumba panicked. 'I wouldn't,' Bulla felt slightly hurt. 'I'm going to cut the dress.' Kuumba felt Bulla pull her tail. The strength sapped from her body as she fell forward, Bulla pulled her tail through the hole. 'Are you okay?' Bulla went to catch her friend. 'I'm fine.' Kuumba whispered, still a little weakened. 'Our tails are very sensitive.' She smiled at Bulla, wrapping her tail around her waist. 'It looks like a belt. Accessorise!' Bulla smiled, getting her out shoes.
'She looks lovely.' Trunks stood in the doorway, smart in his suit. 'Stunning.' Trunks beamed as she span around in her dress. 'Can I go back to bed now?' Bulla yawned, climbing into bed. 'Certainly,' Trunks grabbed Kuumba who had just put on some bright blue heeled shoes. She fell forward into his arms, 'I think i'll fly.' she mumbled, embarrassed. She looked up and saw Trunks blushing face, so close, she thought. She closed her eyes, pursed her lips and felt his breath on her face before she felt the cold air as she was placed on the floor. 'Father,' she heard Trunks say as she opened her eyes. 'What are you doing with her?' Vegeta asked cooly. 'Going to work, you said to replicate the scouter, so I'm taking her to show us how it works.' Trunks replied, nonchalant. 'I was going to train with her.' Vegeta raised an eyebrow, seeing her in the blue dress. 'Trunks, Kuu, you'll be late.' Bulma interrupted. She did not like the effect this young alien appeared to be having on her stable home 'Go.' said Vegeta dismissively.
Kuumba floated down the hall, outside when Trunks stopped her. 'People will think its weird if you don't walk. Not everyone has a mastery of ki.' Kuumba landed closer to the ground. 'i"ll move my legs, it will appear as if i'm walking.' 'Those shoes make noise, you'll have to walk.' Kuumba landed and wobbled. Trunks sniggered, all her power and she couldn't master a pair of shoes. Kuumba looked at him crossly. He picked her up in his arms, carrying her to the car. She sat in the seat as he walked around and got into the car. 'Ready?' he said as he started up the engine. 'Ready?' she replied uncertain. She was unsure of this vehicle, she didn't trust it, it wasn't natural. Trunks was a careful driver but Kuumba was uncertain, she clung to her seat as they drove and neither one spoke a word all the way to Capsule Corp. 'Kuu,' Trunks started, letting her out of the car, 'You look white as a sheet.' Kuumba heard her heels click to the pavement as Trunks lent her his arm to help her balance. Arm in arm they walked into Capsule Corp, taking the elevator to Trunks' office.
His office was cool and clinical, near the top of the building and light shone from the big windows on two sides. Black leather furniture decorated the room as did a large black computer chair and sturdy wooden desk. The room was immaculate. 'Whats above this?' Kuumba stood in the doorway astonished. 'My lab, training room, space away from my folks, what ever I need it to be really.' Trunks replied, running his hands down Kuumba's arms. 'Is this why?' Kuumba started, 'No,' Trunks interrupted. 'I'm not that kind of guy. Besides, I have a breakfast meeting.' 'Sir?' Trunks was interrupted by a man pushing a tray of fruit and cereals. 'Ah wonderful, please put them anywhere you see fit.' 'Should I leave?' Kuumba started to walk away, balancing carefully. 'Why? Kuumba-chan, you're my meeting.' Trunks smiled at her as she sat on the leather sofa. He sat next to her smiling, feeding her juicy fruit and crispy chocolate cereals. 'Trunks?' Kuumba paused, 'Why am I here? I am so confused.' 'Why?' asked Trunks, staring into her brown eyes. Kuumba felt herself blush, 'It's just I don't understand this ritual. I don't understand this…'
'Kuu,' Trunks took her hands in his, 'No one understands this.' He cupped her face with a hand, stealing a kiss. Trunks felt his tail twitch as Kuumba grabbed it with hers, twirling them together. He felt her grow weaker in his arms, feeling disempowered slightly himself. 'Your tail?' he looked at the mesh of brown and purple fur, 'it weakens you?' Kuumba pulled back, her eyes opened dreamily 'It is my greatest source of strength and weakness. When I wrap it around yours, I am showing my weakness to you. I am weak for you Trunks, its a shameful thing.' 'Its beautiful.' he said flicking his tail. 'What else do saiyans do?' 'In courtship?' 'In anything? I want to learn what it means to be a Saiyan, impress my father, you know.' 'I do?' Kuumba replied tilting her head confused. She kicked off her shoes and pushed the heavy furniture to aside. It had taken a team of men to bring them to Trunks' office and she pushed them along as if weightless. She made a square in the centre of the room, sitting crosslegged her tail proud in the air. 'Sit,' she gestured, 'I will tell you the story of our people.' Trunks sat opposite her, crossed his legs and lifted his tail in the air. He smiled at her, awaiting her story.
'The saiyans are a proud warrior race.' Kuumba began. 'That much I know.' Trunks interrupted. 'Do you want to hear the tale or not?' Kuumba raised her eyebrow at him, angrily. 'Sorry, continue.' 'Long before the saiyan race, before the cold race, before planets were born and time began, were the Ozaru, the great apes. These apes were feared throughout the universe for they were as intelligent as they were strong, fearsome creatures with no planet to call their own. They were proud beasts, lead by the great golden ape. They destroyed planets, collected goods but were so feared, no one dare do business with them unless given no other choice. This concerned the great apes greatly as if they could not find a way to survive in the barren universe, their species would not survive. Its is said that the golden ape was the first to make a deal with an ancient race, they were vastly more intelligent than the Ozaru and they were jealous of our strength and might. They took his fur and made a machine that would give all Saiyans a more pleasing, familiar form. A weaker form. They asked only asked for a planet for payment, so we gave them a planet and they gave us our humanoid form. They cast a signal far through the universe, making all Saiyans humanoid with our ape tail to remind us of our great power. But the bastard race played a dirty trick, they made sure we could only transform with waves from moonlight, thus rendering the ape form lost to our will. They also split our intelligence to the humanoid and great strength to the ape. The first king ordered the slaughter of the race but it was too late, again, they used their intelligence and sent the saiyans far away, taking their world as their own, as Planet Plant.'
'The race that turned us humanoid were the Tuffles?' Trunks asked. 'Why yes,' Kuumba replied, shocked 'You know this tale?' 'No,' replied Trunks 'I have fought a Tuffle, our races have been at war ever since.'
'Although many people forget or call this legend, they think when the Saiyans took Planet Plant was the first time our races had been in conflict.' 'Indeed many think that story a legend, the same as the first super saiyan.' A voice hailed from the doorway, it was Vegeta. 'My prince,' Kuumba rose and bowed, 'I was only answering the young princes questions.' 'Did you tell him about the part how the weakness in the tail was to symbolise the mistake made in trusting the Tuffles or how Saiyans through sheer strength of will and dedication of mind could train strength into their tail and intelligence into the Ozaru? Woman, those skills are only for the Elite.' 'I did not my Prince, I apologise.' 'Father,' Trunks began. 'You have a tail?' Vegeta was shocked, Trunks panicked, realising he had not hidden it. 'I restored his tail Prince, please forgive me.' Kuumba bowed even more deeply, apologetically. 'You can… No one can. Not even Frieza's men could…' Vegeta stepped back and smiled.
'Kuumba, child, come here.' Kuumba walked to Vegeta nervously. 'You are the best thing to ever happen to me, be my pupil. I will train you to be an elite, to be a super saiyan like me.' With that Vegeta powered up, the building shook as his black hair turned brilliant gold, his dark eyes and emerald green. Kuumba fell back in shock muttering in Yardrati, she could not believe her eyes. 'A super saiyan, such immense power.' she bowed deeply on the floor. 'I gladly accept your offer Prince, such immense power…' 'Father,' Trunks stood behind Kuumba, 'Stop showing off. We all know you can power up…' 'Trunks, I know this is old hat to you but Kuumba has never seen this level of power, I want to train her in the saiyan ways, as she requested.' 'Please Trunks, I live to fight, I am a full blooded saiyan. If I can achieve a fraction of this power…' Trunks saw how excited the idea of training made her, he sighed as in his heart he couldn't bear to tell her no. 'You fight with my Dad, get it out of your system. When you come back to me, I will teach you about Earth and Earthlings. Maybe tonight? We could go for dinner? An earthling custom.' Vegeta smirked as he saw his love-struck some attempt to woo the young warrior in the earthling fashion.
'Maybe tonight Son, I will teach you a few things about saiyans.'