Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bitter Harvest ❯ Revelation over Breakfast ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the DragonBall Z characters, do own Redd.

Revelation over Breakfast.

By: WeaverOfDreams

He woke to the sounds of his mother making her way out of her room, humming to herself. He perked an ear, listened as she made her way downstairs. He opened his eyes and the first thing that came to his mind was that Redd was nowhere to be seen. The second thing he realized was that his left arm and leg felt numb, almost like that pins and needles feeling. H shook his arm and leg but the sensation didn't go away. Frowning he pulled himself up into a sitting position and eyed the room. Sunlight filtered into through the open window. He took note of her training suit and his gi thrown haphazardly on the floor. It wasn't a dream, she had been here.

Grinning, Trunks got up out of bed and made his way over to his dresser. Stretching, he caught a view of himself in the mirror. He stopped and checked himself out. Yes, he was no longer a boy. Grinned to his reflection , he then pulled a pair of shorts out from his drawer. Then he noticed a t-shirt and another pair of shorts were missing. Frowning again, he pulled the shorts on, ran a hand through his messy hair and then left his room.

Making his way out the door, he caught her scent. Growling, he stalked down the hallway, past his parent's room to his sister's room. Redd's scent was coming from there. Scowling , he opened the door and walked in. The sight that caught him was a very sweet one. Redd was asleep on the bed, Bra wrapped up in her arms and visa versa. The girl's head was wedged between Redd's jaw and shoulder, tucked into the hollow of her throat. They were both blissfully unaware of him.

Limping just slightly, the feeling not coming back to ether his leg or his arm, he walked to the bed and then leaned down, brushing a soft kiss over Redd's brow. She slowly stirred awake and then looked up at him, bright green eyes unfocused. A small frown marred her brow as she looked at him and then over to the clock. Growling, she cast him a glare.

"Do you know how early it is?" She muttered, slowly disentangling herself from Bra. She sat up and looked at him. A grin then spread across her face as she saw the obvious discomfort he was in. She reached over and pressed her fingers to his arm and then his leg, releasing the holds. She sheepishly shrugged as he continued to watch her." I heard her humming and came in here to find out why. She couldn't sleep so I made her some warm milk. After that she didn't want me to leave. I didn't want to wake you , so I numbed your limbs so you wouldn't feel me leave."

"Handy trick." Trunks said, reaching over to brush a sleep mussed lock of red hair from her cheek. "Mom's up, more then likely she's whipping the cooking bots into a frenzy. You..wanna come down for breakfast?"

Redd bit her lip. Well, she couldn't just sneak out, that would be rude. She nodded and then slowly stood up from the bed. Trunks grinned and then pulled her into an embrace, his hands gently placed on her lower back. He leaned down and softly brushed his lips across hers, delighting in a morning kiss. Redd sighed into his mouth and then broke the kiss. Bowing her head, she rested her brow against his chin.

"You look really good in my clothes."Trunks murmured, pulling her tightly to him. The t-shirt was baggy on her as were the shorts. They hid her lean feminine form, yet at the same time accentuated it. She squirmed under his scrutiny, a soft pale rose coloring her cheeks.

Turning her head, Redd looked back and Bra and then back to Trunks." Should we wake her up?" She asked, her fingers playing over the muscles of his chest. Groaning softly, Trunks shook his head.

"And have her cranky for the rest of the day?" Trunks quipped." Nah, Father will wake her and take her down to breakfast."

Sighing, she nodded and then they both left Bra's room in each other's arms. As they made their way down to the dinning room, the smells of cooking food drifted in the air. Redd could hear his stomach growl audibly. Raising a brow, she looked over at him. " Worked up a hunger have we?"

Scowling at her, he leaned over and nipped her shoulder. Gasping, she swatted him on the arm and then reached up to rub the wounded flesh. She felt so alive. She knew she was in love with him, she only hoped he felt the same way about her. A slight worry clouded her mind though. She would have to tell him, soon. Clasping her tightly to him, they made their way into the kitchen. Redd watched as several bots ran around, mixing this and frying that.

They moved so they could pass and then went right back to work. Also in the kitchen, Bulma was directing the work. She may not be able to cook a good meal, but she knew how to go about it. She never did have any luck preparing food herself.

Bulma smiled when she saw her son with Redd. Grinning a very knowing grin, she gave them the once over and then pointed to the table."I had a funny feeling you were here Redd so a set a place the table for you. Hope you like eggs , bacon, pancakes and hash browns." Grinning, a faint blush on her cheeks, Redd made her way over to the table and sat down.

The bot's placed the cooked food onto the table as Trunks sat down. Frowning, Redd looked over the amount of food piled onto the plates. She then looked at the spots set on the table, there were only the five of them. Shrugging, she started to place food on her place, her mouth watering. Trunks wasn't the only one who built up an appetite. She heard soft bounding steps race down the hallway. Sure enough, Bra's little blue head appeared in the doorway. Tucked under her arm was her doll. She grinned at Redd and then made her way over to a chair beside her, climbing up into the seat.

"Daddy's on his way down."She said and she put a huge amount of food on her plate. Lifting a brow, Redd wondered if all the family was like this. She was about to put a fork ful of eggs and hash browns into her mouth when she heard Bulma say." Well, It's about time you graced us with your presence , Vegeta." Vegeta..? Placing the food into her mouth, she assumed that Vegeta was Bra's and Trunks' father and Bulma's husband. Finally she was going to meet him. She raised her head and nearly choked on her breakfast. There, leaning on the door way, placing a loving kiss on Bulma's brow was her planet's destroyer. The murderer of millions, the man who's face had plagued her nightmares. She had seen him at the Fighter Announcement, but did not know he and Trunk were there together. No.... Trunks.... No it couldn't be, he could not be the son of this monster.

Redd was unaware of the four pairs of eyes that were now focused on her pale face. Trunks frowned in concern. Bulma turned and looked at her, a touch worried as did Bra. Vegeta stared at the gapping woman, a scowl placed on his brow, his eyes boring into her's. Redd blinked and the swallowed her food, hard. Calmly, she placed the fork back down and then stood up from her chair. Licking her lips, she stared back at Vegeta, now releasing all her hatred and rage through her eyes. They glowed bright green. Bulma gasped softly and Bra hugged her doll tighter.

"Redd, what's going on? Are you ok? What's the matter?" Trunks said , standing up at the same time she did, his hand reaching out to her. She shrugged away from him, her eyes still locked on Vegeta. She watched as the man in question raised a brow.

"Are you related to this man?" She said, her teeth grinding, hopping against hope he was a friend of the family and that the true father would be down any moment. Still, she knew it was false, she saw the kiss he bestowed on Bulma's brow.

"Yes, he's my father. Why? What is it Redd?" Trunks said, more agitated. They all looked worried save Vegeta, who looked slightly irritated. She felt a deep sinking feeling in her stomach and then she went cold. She moved from the table and then made her way past them all, back up to Trunks' room.

They all followed, Trunks in the lead as she climbed the stairs. Bulma had Bra in her arms and Vegeta walked beside her, arms crossed, still slightly confused on what was going on. Redd entered Trunks' room, a deep sense of anguish engulfed her. She looked around the room and then stripped off his clothes and pulled on her training suit. They finally found her pulling her shoes on.

"Alright , Redd, What the hell is going on? Why are so concerned about Vegeta being my father?" Trunks demanded, coming over to stand before her. She focused herself and then looked up at him, her eyes stone cold, glinting hard as emeralds. She could see him frown in concern at the look, shock coming over his eyes.

"My name isn't Redd, Trunks. My name is Charen." She said, slowly standing up. She could hear the tiny gasp from Bra. She looked over to Bra and then smiled grimly." Yes , little one, the girl I told you about in the story is me. That, at least, was true. Most of what I have told you is true. My family were murdered but it was not in a village. It was not just a community. An entire race was destroyed. I am the last of my kind. We were called the D'Shanti. I am the daughter of the King, and it was foretold that I would be the avenger of my people, the greatest of them all."

She turned her gaze from Bra back to the rest of them. " Twenty one years ago, two beings came to my world. I was three at the time. They hit in the night. They were monsters. The D'Shanti were an aquatic race. We lived most of our lives underwater. The whole planet was covered in water save for a few islands. We thought we were protected by the water since there was no signs of life on the surface. We were naive. The two monsters burned out oceans away, left us to bare the brunt of their attack.. My people would have died without the oceans anyway. My father, in his wisdom, recorded the chaos and placed it within my pod so that while I slept I would see my people's killers, see what they had done. I escaped as the people died. They left the planet a barren wasteland of dust."

Contempt flowed through her words, sending a child in the air. She paced, keeping her eyes on Vegeta, glaring, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind who she thought was one of the murderers. Running a hand through her hair , she walked over to the window ,staring out into it. She then held up a hand, saying she was not finished.

"I landed in Verinas Five where a sect of monks took me in, taught me their ways, their fighting skills. They raised me, but I knew forgot my duty in life. I checked around, finding out that one of my people's killers had been destroyed by the other. Soon, I learned all I needed to know about the other, name, race, skill, power. I trained in the ways to counteract his moves. I learned about him, inside and out. The monks of Verinas Five have a lot of connects throughout the universe. When I was old enough, I left Verinas Five and came here. I knew the monster had stayed here, I just needed to find him. And now I have." she said, turning, her eyes leveling with Vegeta's. " I dare you to deny it. You and another of your kind, Nappa, destroyed my race on orders from Freeza twenty one years ago! You butchered us all."

Vegeta stood there in silence, the memory coming back from that day. Yes, He knew it and he couldn't deny it. He and Nappa had purged that planet. He also remembered that small escape pod that left the surface before the race's destruction. He had thought nothing of it then. He was much younger then as well. His past had come back to haunt him, but so be it.

"If you want a fight, Woman, I'll give you one." Vegeta ground out, his whole body stiffening, glaring back into her dark green eyes, that smirk on his lips. He remained in the same spot as before, the same pose. Trunks looked at his father and then looked at her, a sense of dread settling in his gut. This wasn't possible, there had to be some kind of mistake.

Charen slowly shook her head and then a very bitter smile graced her lips. She made her way forwards, Bulma backing to the side, protecting Bra who was cuddled into her mouth, her lower lip quivering, her doll hugged very tight. She moved past them. Vegeta tensed, his whole body slowly moving into a fighting stance. Charen stopped and then looked at him, pure rage in her eyes but then she moved past him. Bulma, Trunks and Vegeta all looked at each other in confusion. They then made their way after her, reaching her as she left the compound.

"Woman, you talk of revenge but it seems you're afraid to face me." Vegeta barked, taunting her. Charen stopped and then turned around a very grim look on her face. She didn't look at Vegeta, but to Trunks. Tilting her head, she reache dup and pressed the center of her pendent. There was a shift in image and then the sight of long red hair was replaced by short blue hair, dark blue. Creamy peach skin was replaced by light blue skin. Reflective scales on the skin picked up the sunlight and sparkled. Her eyes remained the same as did her lips and then shape of her face. Her form was the same underneath the suit. Her hand dropped . Thin webbing could be seen between her fingers. She took a deep breath, three slits on each side of her throat opening and then closing. Gills.

"This is what I am Trunks. Does it shock you? Now you know why my flesh always felt so cool and moist. There are electrical glands in my hands, acting much the same way as an earth electric eel's do. That was the electricity you felt when I touched you. I have told you much about my race's laws. I still follow them, so you know what this means." Charen said, a sharp edge of pain and rage in her voice, yet her voice was icy cold, calm, a frightening finality in it.

Trunks thought for a second and then his eyes widened." No, Redd... Charen... Not this way." He moved towards her but then streaks of electrical light flashed in her hands. She gave a yell and then focused the energy, sending it in a projecting flash towards him. He jumped as the flash landed, a small crater left in the earth in it's wake. Electricity crackled around her hands as she lowered them. Her bright green eyes glowed. Trunks stared over at her and then felt a weight settle over his heart.

"I will give you time to prepare. One of your earth years. After that , I will return and we will fight, Trunks." Charen said, and then turned around walking away from the shocked group."I will show you no mercy."

"Wait, it was Vegeta you said helped destroy your people, not Trunks. Why are you going to fight him?" Bulma shouted, holding Bra tightly in her arms. Charen stopped in her tracks once again and then turned her head slightly and looked at Trunks again. Lifting a brow, she dared him to speak.

"It's D'Shanti law, the sins of the parent weigh down on the child. Her people held family in high regard, so if a person commits a crime and does not receive punishment for it, if he or she starts a family, the first child of age must take the punishment. They would not rob the family of a parent." Trunks hollowly said, a frown forming on his brow," Since children were prized , rarely did one commit a crime."

"It's an old law, but an effective one. It extends not just to D'Shanti, but to anyone who commits a crime against them." Charen said and then gave Vegeta a slight sneer. She then turned her head and started to walk away." One year Trunks and I shall see you in a most fitting place where our destiny will be fullfilled."

With that she made her way out of their collective sights, leaving them all dumbfound. Trunks felt his heart slowly bleed. This could not be happening , he was having a nightmare. Turning his back to her retreating form, he looked at his parents and his little sister. Casting a gaze at his father, sparks of rage flicked in his bright blue eyes. He made his way over to him and then growled.

"Why did you have to be such a bastard, Father? If it wasn't for you, none of this would have happened ." Trunks ground out, not caring how childish he sounded. He knew his father had done horrible things in his life, that he had killed millions. Still, now he had lost her before he had ever truly had her. She was bent on killing him now, bound to her laws and to her revenge. He knew now he would have to kill her. His soul silently wept. With it said, Trunks brushed past his father and mother and walked back to the main complex, his back ridged, his head held up, anger and hurt flowing from his form.

"Trunks!" Bulma gasped and then turned, watching her son go into the house. All this whirled in her mind and then it truly sunk in. In one year, Charen would be back and she would try and kill her son. Tears blinked in her eyes as she looked over to her mate, who wore a hard look on his face. Still, in his black eyes she saw the fear, the brutal truth of all that had happened. She also witness the first touches of sorrow in his eyes as he watched the retreating from of his son. The few seconds of Heaven had been blown to Hell again.

To be Continued....

I know a lot of you saw this coming, still, had to happen.