Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Anything's Possible: V2.0 ❯ Chapter 5: The Night The Wind Howled ( Chapter 5 )

ANYTHING’S POSSIBLE: VERSION 2.0

CHAPTER 5

Jen stepped out of the shower onto the pristine white bath rug. She wrapped a dry, plush, matching towel around her small frame, tucking one corner in to hold it in place; then brought her mid-back length, raven hair over one shoulder to carefully wring the excess water into the draining shower stall. She ignored the huge, steamed over mirror and the sheer draped, French doors leading out to she assumed a balcony, as she walked back into the over-sized bedroom. Using an extra towel to rub her hair further dry, she sat on the edge of the queen size bed looking over her new bedroom once more. Too late, she noticed her tail curled up beside her, leaving the plum colored comforter darkened and damp. With a gasp, the adolescent draped her sodden tail with the towel and began to dry it, taking care not to either cause pain or pleasure. Despite how careful she was, Jen couldn’t keep the heated blush from gracing her cheeks as she gently massaged it.

Keeping up the motions for only a minute, the Saiyan female refused to torture herself any more. She tossed the towel onto the wood floor and glared at her new found appendage, the chocolate fur all fluffed and ruffled, as the tip swished back and forth in an annoyed manner on the mattress. As pleasurable as it was, she knew the flip side of that coin. She knew that as easily as it could pleasure, it was far more effortless to cause intense pain. When Vegeta had accidentally dropped her onto it that afternoon, it had been one of the worst pains she’d ever felt in her life.

Still frowning, Jen pushed herself off the bed and walked to the white, double wide dresser across from it. Her clothes had been unsalvageable, but Bulma was happy to give her some until they could go shopping in the next day or so - although, an emergency trip had been quickly taken care of to get her new undergarments and bathroom necessities. Jen happily dropped the towel and pulled on her new panties, a medium-sized blue t-shirt with the Capsule Corp insignia and a pair of red cotton shorts with white print proclaiming “Sugar & Spice, Naughty & Nice” on one leg. It felt wonderful to finally be in clothes that weren’t in tatters.

As she pulled her shorts up, Jen paused realizing she was going to have a dilemma. She turned, looking over her shoulder at her tail in the mirror. ‘Oh crap! I forgot about that.’ She didn’t have any way of punching a hole in her clothes to make room for the appendage, so she opted to just roll the top of her shorts and underwear down a bit to allow her tail to drape over the top. It wasn’t too ostentatious; after all, her tail actually began an inch or two above where the curve of her rear began and the t-shirt covered it anyway.

Satisfied, she tucked her mother’s necklace and her handful of salvaged belongings into a dresser drawer, raked her fingers through her unruly, black hair (a brush only made things worse) and bent to pick up her towels, dropping them into the white, lidded, wicker hamper beside the bathroom door. She walked back into the adjoining room to brush her teeth, now that she’d finally eaten and couldn‘t help admiring her surroundings. Whoever had designed these rooms had impeccable taste. The bedroom was tidy with white furniture, doors and trim, lavender walls, plum colored fabrics and accents, and a light maple floor. Even the bathroom could have been straight from a magazine, with baby blue walls and tiled floor, a white, double-sink vanity, a large Jacuzzi tub and separate, glass shower. And in each room were several crystal vases with fresh flowers - blue irises in the bathroom, light purple orchids in the bedroom. Jen had never stayed in a room so nice in all her life.

Yawning, but not tired enough for bed, Jen decided to finally investigate beyond the French doors. Bare foot, she strode over and slowly opened both, the sheer curtains billowing lightly around her as a warm breeze gusted in, tossing her spiky bangs about her face. Despite the faint scent of exhaust fumes from the few passing cars, Jen was enveloped with the sweet smells of Mrs. Brief’s rose garden and the freshly cut grass. ‘Early summer always has been my favorite time of year,’ she mused, stepping out onto the small rectangular balcony. Above, the first stars could be seen against the midnight blue sky, despite a few clouds and the light pollution of the nearby city, where only a distant siren could be heard. She was glad that Capsule Corp was on the outskirts of West City and no closer.

A soft, mechanical hissing alerted Jen’s attention to below. Looking several dozen yards across the flawless lawn, she spotted a familiar figure exiting the sphere of the Gravity Room. With a sigh, she folded her arms against the balcony railing and rested her chin on them, watching the Saiyan no Ouji. The handsome, ominous prince had always been her favorite DBZ character, followed immediately by the future version of his son, Mirai Trunks. A smile curved up the corner of her mouth, thinking of the soft spoken, lavender haired demi-Saiyan. ‘I guess I’ll get to meet him someday too,’ she thought dreamily, but in an instant her good mood disappeared. ‘If I can become strong enough to battle the Androids….’ Jen groaned and buried her eyes in her willowy forearms. How was she ever going to manage that in less than two years?

Finally finished with his training for the night, Vegeta turned his gaze towards the main building, sensing her ki and easily spotting the female Saiyan’s silhouette against her bedroom light escaping through the open doors. Noting her posture and unable to suppress his unsatisfied curiosity, the dark prince rose and quietly flew up to hover in the moist, warm air, several feet from her. Mentally, Vegeta scoffed as the adolescent hadn’t even noticed his presence yet, but he stayed silent, waiting to see how long it would take and studied her.

The girl was undoubtedly petite and thin. Her muscles were underdeveloped, though she did look more fit than the majority of the human population at least. Her tail twitched lazily behind slender calves and bare feet. Her ebony hair fell in layers that moved lightly in the warm breeze, which was carrying his scent away from her. Just then, she turned her head, letting it rest on it’s side against her forearms, eyes still closed. She had long, black eyelashes, elegantly arched eyebrows and fine, aristocratic features. Obviously she would have been born to a high class, if it weren’t for her eyes. His scowl deepened slightly.

Saiyans had been very prejudice against those with weaknesses or differences in their attempts to raise the strongest, most ‘perfect’ warrior race. Those born with a physical handicap or color abnormality were shunned, usually left out in the wilderness to perish. Those fortunate and strong enough to survive though, were taken in by similar outcast rebels known as “Ruzai”, who formed their own society and monarchy and every few years launched brief guerilla warfare against the empire. Vegeta frowned and folded his arms across his chest, something was lurking in the deepest shadows of his memory. Something involving the Ruzai…

A high pitched squeal pulled him abruptly back to reality. Mildly peeved, he refocused his gaze on the pair of startled, cobalt blue eyes a few feet in front of him. “About time you noticed me, brat! If I wanted to, I could have killed you twenty times over by now.”

Jen took a deep breath as she straightened, trying to calm her racing heart; then returned his disapproving look. “You could have done that anyway, even if I did know you were there. Besides, it’s not like I’m used to people hovering in the air off a balcony,” she retorted, swiping a hand through her bangs to hold them aside against the increasing wind. She glanced up, noticing more ominous clouds blowing in to conceal the stars. She couldn’t suppress a shiver.

“Afraid of a little rain, Serori? How pathetic for a Saiyan…” the proud prince sneered.

“Well, sorry! If you may recall, the last thunderstorm I was in, altered my life in ways I never thought possible!” Jen countered, folding her arms as an unexpectedly, cool gust swept around them. A distant rumble could be heard over the wind. “And I really don’t want to return to the way things were.”

Vegeta arced an eyebrow in skepticism, daring her to prove that the hardships of her childhood were worse than his own. The adolescent Saiyan female understood and relented, lowering her eyes for a second. “But I know it can’t compare to what you’ve gone through…”

She started as the Saiyan no Ouji suddenly materialized behind her on the balcony, whirling to face him and winced as he seized her arm in his unbelievably powerful grasp. “Tell me!” he hissed, onyx eyes threatening. “Just what have I gone through?”

“Let go!” Jen demanded, tugging against his bare hand. She tried to hide another wince, as he only tightened his painful hold.

“No! Not until you give me some answers!” he growled.

“Fine! Now let me go, you bastard!” she snarled, striking a fist against his black, tank top clad chest, knowing how futile it would be. With a growl, Vegeta gave her a shove, sending the girl reeling backwards over the railing. A scream tore from her throat, as she tumbled into empty space, nothing separating her from the hard, green earth three stories below.

“Kuso!” Vegeta grumbled, leaping over the railing and diving after her. Of course, she didn’t know how to fly; but he’d reacted instinctively to her feeble attack. He swooped below her and she fell with a soft grunt into his outstretched arms. The girl trembled in his arms, wrapping hers’ tightly around his neck and holding on for dear life, as they hovered ten feet above the ground. He didn’t resist as she buried her face against his strong, broad shoulder, her sweet breath fanning across it rapidly and her warm, soft tail wrapped securely around his bicep. Glancing over toward a window, he spotted his blue-haired mate sitting in the living room with her airhead mother. He was glad she couldn’t see them like this through the darkness. Bulma didn’t seem to have heard Serori’s scream either, over the wind and her mother‘s incessant chatter. Sighing, he flew slowly upwards until he came to rest securely back on her balcony.

Jen felt him land, but didn’t release her death grip. While she wasn’t afraid of heights, an unexpected plunge to near death didn’t help her already overtaxed mind. Involuntarily, tears began to stream down her cheeks as the worn thin thread of her will power snapped. She was scared of what Vegeta would think of her tears, but couldn’t relinquish her first supportive, physical contact since her whole ordeal began the evening before - an eternity ago. She couldn’t hold it in anymore! Despite, how obvious it’d be that he’d be aware of her tears, as they dampened his shoulder and her lithe body shook with her effort to control herself.

Vegeta was torn. His pride told him to shove this sniveling brat away off him, to yell at her for acting in such an undignified way. But deep down, his heart held sympathy for the young Saiyan female. He understood what it meant to lose everything and be immediately forced into a completely alien environment. And he remembered what it was like to have the emotional pain burn so fresh and raw. And a rational part of his mind reminded him - she was the first disciple he’d ever had and didn’t want to completely turn her against him, when there was so much to be done in such a short amount of time.

Yet as held her, another selfish reason occurred to him, feeling her soft, spiky, freshly washed hair against his cheek and the strong grip of her velvety tail around his bicep. With wonder, the Saiyan no Ouji realized this was his first contact with a female Saiyan, with the exception of long ago, faded memories of his mother. Instantly, he shivered in the breeze as he felt a pang of guilt, remembering his beautiful, exotic, pregnant mate downstairs pretending to not be eagerly awaiting him to finish his training. He had been stating the truth earlier when he’d spoken to Bulma. Once they’d marked their mate, Saiyans stayed for life and he would not dishonor himself by betraying his mate and unborn child. Regardless of how tempting it currently was.

Reluctantly, he set Serori’s feet down; but she still clung to his neck and kept her face buried in his shoulder. He permitted it for another moment, then slowly reached up and pried her arms free and pushed her back. The Saiyan no Ouji held her gently, but firmly by the shoulders a foot or two between them. She looked at him with wet cheeks and misted, cobalt eyes, obviously wary of his reaction. Slowly, her tail unraveled from his bicep, instinctively wrapping about her waist in defense. Vegeta scowled as he evaluated her, the wind continuing to tug their hair and clothing, more clouds filling the sky. She seemed unharmed, though she’d likely have a bruise on her arm and across her back from hitting the rail. The real damage seemed physiological and he felt surprised to regret losing her trust so quickly before their training even began.

“I’m sorry, Vegeta…” Jen mumbled, shocking him. She swiped angrily at her tears, which were already stopped. “I was only trying to tell you that I understand. I’ll be more careful with my wording in the future.”

Once more, the Saiyan no Ouji crossed his arms over his chest. “So tell me,… Just how much do you know about me?” he asked through gritted teeth.

The adolescent flinched involuntarily. “Well, I don’t know every detail. But I do know how you were taken by Frieza as a five year old boy, and forced to serve him with Raditz and Nappa after Planet Vegeta was destroyed. And I know that you sent Raditz here to recruit his brother, Kakarrot; which he failed to do and was killed. But that’s how you overheard about the dragonballs from Piccolo over the scouter. Immediately after that you spent a year traveling to Earth with Nappa to collect the dragonballs, but were defeated by Goku after Yajirobe sliced off your tail.”

“WHAT?!” Vegeta interrupted, teeth bared and veins standing out at this revelation. “That fat, cowardly bastard was the one who did it?! I’ll kill him!”

Jen mentally winced. “Oops! Sorry, I forgot that you didn’t know that part. But anyway, you retreated to one of Frieza’s bases to recover, where you learned of Namek’s dragonballs. Now, I know almost everything that happened on Namek, including your death, revival and being wished here to Earth. Not much was ever shown though, about the years between then and the arrival of the Androids, with the exception of the time traveler’s warning,” she explained.

“So if you know that much, you must know more then…” Vegeta implied, staring into her eyes with his piercing, onyx ones.

Jen hesitated. “Like what?”

“Like further into the future. Surely, your show didn’t just stop there,” he reasoned.

She smirked, then let out a brief chuckle. “I should have figured you’d see that possibility right away. Yes, I do know more. But l refuse to tell anyone more than what’s absolutely necessary.”

“What?!” Vegeta snarled, raising a fist. “Why not?”

Jen leveled a stubborn glare at him. “Because if you know certain things, you may choose a different path than the one needed. And my very existence here is most likely going to alter the timeline anyway. The same reason, that boy didn’t want to disclose anything more than what he did,” she explained.

Vegeta lowered his fist and scowled, clearly unhappy about this turn of events but relenting. “Alright, I’ll accept that. But only on the condition that if you know something detrimental, you will disclose the information to the appropriate source,” the dark prince decreed.

Jen thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, agreed.”

Just then a louder clap of thunder rumbled across the night, and the first raindrops began to dot the cement of the balcony underneath their feet. They exchanged another prolonged look, each evaluating the other before Vegeta turned his back to the female Saiyan, preparing to leave. Jen did the same, slowly turning and stepping back through the French doors.

“Wait!” his deep voice demanded over the wind. The adolescent paused, turning sideways in the threshold to look back at her new sensei, the bedroom lights highlighting her features. She waited expectantly. “Tell me one thing. When do I finally become a Super Saiyan?”

Jen looked startled, unsure on whether or not to answer. She studied the back of the proud Saiyan before her, not missing how he asked ‘when‘, not ‘do I‘. He was a man with so much ambition and few rewards. A prince, a king really, without a kingdom or a people to govern. A warrior who did all he could to be the best, yet was time and time again thwarted. An alien without a home planet, until now never finding a home. And despite his gruff, often rude exterior, was protective and devoted to those important to him - remembering how he’d rescued Gohan on Namek, been protective of Bulma this afternoon and had even saved her tonight. Perhaps, she could at least give him this much.

“Soon. I don’t know exactly when, but soon enough I promise.”

She saw his shoulders swell and watched astonished as he turned partially back toward her, a brief, genuine smile tugging up the corners of his lips. “Thank you, Serori.”

With that he was gone, leaping over her railing to the ground below.

“You’re welcome,” the Saiyan female mumbled to the howling wind, then finally entered her bedroom, closing the doors behind her against the menacing storm.

Below, Vegeta at last walked casually into the building as if nothing had happened. He silently tolerated his mate’s mother as she chattered happily about her future, first grandchild, scurrying to warm up his massive dinner, while Bulma teased him with sultry looks from across the room. Finally, the noisy matron rushed off to bed and Vegeta took the opportunity to sweep his gorgeous, blue haired mate off her feet, carrying her into their own bedroom.

Nobody was going to get much sleep tonight it seemed.

TO BE CONTINUED….

Phew! FINALLY finished! Sorry for the long delay, but I got a bit of writer’s block about this chapter. I was unsure of where I wanted to take it, as seems obvious to me with the beginning. Now, I’m very happy with how it turned out though! It’s also really hard for me to write when my husband is present too. He seems to have this incessant need to narrate whenever he plays a video game, which he was doing the majority of the time I was writing this. So I’ve stayed up into the wee early morning hours all weekend to get it done.

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NEXT UPDATE: MARCH 31st (on or before)