Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Taste Of Honey pt. I: Sweeter Than Wine ❯ Pick Your Poyson ( Chapter 2 )

MNK: First off, YES, I'M AWARE THAT I DIDN'T SPELL `POISON' RIGHT. I DID THIS ON PURPOSE! (I don't know why, but I did) For those of you who haven't read any of my stories with Dr. Witch-Hazel Sorciérre in them, she is one of Kitty's many Lican sisters. She is known among the Licans for her healing powers and her vast knowledge of herbal and alternative remedies. If you don't know who Kitty is, read either the Kat-nipped Saga or the on-going Legacy of Katnip. If you don't know who the Supreme Kai is...well, you're kinda screwed.

For disclaimer, please refer to first chapter.

 

Chapter 2: Pick Your Poyson

One Week Later…

Shin sat in the dark library, brooding in front of the fire. Hazel sat beside him, about five feet away, watching him from the corner of her eye as he stared into the fire. Her long, fuzzy brown tail hung over the armrest, twitching once in a while. The rain spattered drearily on the windows. The room was cold and quiet. Neither spoke. Shin broke the silence. “Have you made any progress in your search?” he asked quietly, not moving a muscle. His eyes seemed out of focus, as though he were not looking at the flames, but somewhere far beyond them. Miles beyond. The firelight danced across his face, highlighting a complete lack of wrinkles, yet making the expressionless face appear worn and aged. Hazel took a deep breath. This would NOT be easy.

“Apparently,” she began tentatively. “It was a side effect of the potion I gave you to separate you from Kibito. The potion included the blood of a child who had a split upper lip. It's possible that the gene which caused his split lip overrode your normal genes causing the deformity to surface.” Shin's head tilted lower, as his eyes closed.

“Is there a way to fix it?” he asked quietly.

“I'm sorry, master Shin, we've tried just about everything. Lican blood is powerful stuff! Surgery, forced healing, spells, none of it's worked. I've only one alternative at this point.” She stood and walked over to a table, where sat an enormous leather bound book. She began turning the aged, thin pages. He walked over. “Two of Kitty's sons have come down with an odd disorder of the skin pigmentation. Their skin is literally changing color, in blots and splotches, and we can find no clue as to why. Well, while I was looking for something to help them, I found this.” She turned the book around so he could see it. She was pointing to a page covered with unusual characters. It was obviously written in Saijin, and from what he knew of the language, it was a potion for `revealing true self.' The list of ingredients was long and unusual. Blood of a trusted servant, blood of a lover, grape lip balm… “it's a complicated potion,” she admitted. “Even so, no venture, no gain!” A knock came at the door. “Enter.” she called out. One of the tall French doors slowly opened a bit, to reveal two short figures. Hazel smiled. Two young boys, about six years of age, crept into the room. Shin was rather surprised at their appearance.

One was tall and broad with flat silvery hair and tail the same, bare, heavy brows, and pointed ears. He had no antennae, like a normal Namek. His flesh was of a curious brownish green color, with a few red patches. The other was shorter and had a single strip of fluffy white hair down the center of his head, like a mohawk. His eyes were deep and black, slanted like sharks teeth, and his ears equally pointed. His flesh was mostly a dark bluish green, but he had a couple patches of lavender. A long fluffy white tail hung behind him, wringing nervously. Most noticeable of all was his upper lip. It was split.

A bit younger, a bit different, yes, but it was obvious whom they resembled. Hazel danced over to them and they threw their arms around her. “Hi, Aunt Hazel!” the tall one said in a rather coarse voice. The other just gazed up at her with adoring eyes. Hazel ruffled his fluffy hair, and noticed the odd look on the Supreme Kai's face.

“Where are my manners?” she muttered. She led the two boys over to Shin and introduced them. “These are two of Kitty's boys. This is Kibitor Kaisairo,” The one who looked like Kibito shook his hand. She put a hand on the head of the other. “and this is Kaizenore Shinoro.” Kaizenore blushed, and hid behind Hazel. “He's a little shy.” she whispered.

“Interesting choice of names!” Shin smiled. “though I'm not quite sure about the meaning of their middle names.” (Those who are Licans, Shreans, or children of Licans or Shreans usually are given a middle name or two which might be a description, prophecy, or such.) Hazel giggled.

“That's because they're in Ancient Anin! Kaisairo means `Kai born,' and `Shinoro' means he's part of your family. We were all so surprised that they so resembled you and Kibito, that Kitty and Piccolo named them after you! We believe that mother Lica had a hand in this as well.”

“But she's…”

“Her body is destroyed, but her spirit lives on, protecting us and altering our lives. She knew of your predicament, and touched two of the three children kitty carried at the time, making them appear to be you. One of the ingredients necessary in the potion was the blood of someone who looks like you. That's why that potion is so rarely used. And we're so proud of these two…”

“Indeed we are proud.” a husky voice said from the doorway. There stood a tall Namek in a dark purple gi with a red belt, wearing a roguish grin. “It's about time for these young men to get to bed.”

“Piccolo!” Shin exclaimed. “So good to see you again! Handsome boys you've got there.” Piccolo smirked.

“You WOULD think so!” he sneered. “Yeah, kids're great. Got eighteen now.” Shin gaped.

“But you and Kittel were re-united the year when Majin Buu was released, and there were only two children then, one of which wasn't yours!” he protested. “How?!” Piccolo gave Kaizenore's shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Licans have a gestation period that can last anywhere from five months to three. And it doesn't help that they travel in packs.” Shin looked lost. “Jasper and Celena came on their own, but Namekias, May June, Kaizena, and Zirbonias were born just before Majin Buu attacked. A few months after came Kaizenore, Kibitor, and Piccolai. After them came Holly and Ivy, then Gozer, Geta, and Vidalia. Four months ago, Kitty gave birth to quadruplets---Gurudo, Dendedo, Saijinia, and Kamisai.”

“So you're telling me these boys aren't a year old?!” Piccolo smiled.

“Yeah. They're growing up so fast.” He gazed fondly at Kibitor. “His older sister May June had a nasty fall last week, and split her brow open; almost needed stitches. This little guy healed her with chi, just the way Kibito does. And Kaizenore,” (who blushed.) “can already read, write, and speak Anin, Platyaon, Saijin, Namekian, and Latin.” Shin's right eye twitched a couple of times. Kaizenore slipped over to Shin's side while the adults were talking, and tugged on his sleeve. Shin smiled down at him.

“Yes?” Kaizenore glared at the floor, tail thrashing, wringing his hands. He stood on one foot, squishing it with the other.

“I…I'm s…sorry mister Shin.” he screwed up his face as though he were ready to cry. Shin was shocked.

“Why? You've done me no ill…” The boy walked over to stare into the fire.

“The potion had my blood in it. That's what messed everything up.” (Sniff.)

`I was right.' Shin thought to himself. `It WAS his blood.' He walked over to the boy, who had sunk into the chair Shin had just vacated. He got down on one knee, and gently lifted the boy's chin so he could see his eyes. The boy's deep black eyes were watery, and he could tell the kid was trying not to cry. “It's alright, Kaizenore.” he smiled. “It wasn't your fault. You can't help your genes. I'd have to be a monster to hold you responsible.” He moved his hand to the boy's shoulder, gazing at him kindly. “We have a lot in common, Kaizenore.” he said as the boy wiped away a tear. “I'd like to get to know you better. Anytime you want,” Shin ruffled the boys hair. “You and your brother feel free to come visit Kibito and myself.” The boy's eyes lit up, and he sniffed, breaking out into a comforted smile. He flung his arms around the generous Kai's neck, whose eyes bugged in shock. Never had anyone done such a thing but his parents! It was like asking King Yemma for a raise! Shin smiled. `You're gonna go far, kid.' he thought. Piccolo carried his two sons back to their rooms, as they waved madly over his shoulders.

“He really looks up to you.” Hazel smiled when she noticed the smile on Shin's face. “Ever since the Licans and their families were evacuated to planet Aniria, those two boys have been watching you in their mother's crystal ball. He admires you so much, Kitty thought at first that he had PAINTED those splotches on. Well, back to business. We'll need to keep you here for a while. You know, observation, safety precautions, treatment, all that happy crap. For safety's sake, you'll be rooming with the finest warrior to ever come out of Beebalminus Aniria. I'm sure you'll get along well. It'll also give Kibito a much needed vacation.” Just then, a heavy man in a striped robe poked his ugly head through the door. “What do you want, Yajirobe?” she sighed, annoyed at his very presence.

“Some chick down stairs sent me to tell you she finished her `mission,' but she was attacked by a couple of Kais.”

“Well, who were they?!” she snapped. “We'll have to talk this over with them.”

“I dunno. She didn't say. She just went to her room and slammed the door in my face.”

“Go figure.” Hazel said under her breath. “Thanks, Yodge Podge. You can leave now.” He left in a huff, without closing the French doors. “This is serious. We'll have to find those two and get things straightened out. Why would they attack her?” Shin had turned pale with fear.

“Uh, what's going on?” she sighed again.

“Kitty sent Melaza” GASP! “out to warn King Kai that Goku was coming to see him. She wanted to give him a chance to pack and run. Apparently a couple of the Great Kai Planet's inhabitants attacked her.” Shin cleared his throat nervously.

“Kibito thought she was spying on us and grabbed her tail.” Hazel's eyes popped wide open. “Her eyes turned pure lavender, she attacked and bit him, then they returned to black and she flew off.” Hazel groaned.

“He made her transform! When a Lican is scared, angry, or hurt enough, she enters a dissasociative state, and attacks whatever smells dangerous. She didn't know what she was doing, in the sense of if we ask her now, she won't remember anything but blacking out and waking up. Her emotions tend to boil over a lot, like they did earlier, when she's in heat.” Shin blushed a deep violet. “Well, I'd better get the number of the room you're to stay in. let's see,” She flipped through a notebook. “Alright. Your room is in the west wing of the fifth floor. The symbol on the door,” she sketched it out for him on a scrap of paper. “is two open semicircles with the open parts facing up and down. They overlap at the curve, and there's a vertical line running through the middle. On either side is a small dot. I trust you can find your way…?”

“Yes. Thank you Hazel. Have a good evening.”