Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Blue Haired Argetlam ❯ Ajihad, The Forsworn, and The Sword ( Chapter 5 )

“Okay. Let's go over the list one more time,” Vegeta said, “Weapons?”

 

 

Goku held up a pile of arrows, quivers, shields, swords, and other various battle related items. “Check!”

 

 

“Dragon?”

 

 

“Check!” Bra said happily.

 

 

“Harpy?”

 

 

Chi-Chi hit Vegeta over the head with her frying pan.

 

 

Vegeta fell over, but was soon standing up again, though he was wobbling a bit on his feet. “It was just a joke, harp..” He had started to use his nickname for her but got quiet when she waved the frying pan threateningly.

 

 

“Uhh..okay, Kakorot..I believe you know what to do,” Vegeta said.

 

 

Goku nodded, and began powering up.

 

 

Bra went over everything that had been discussed about this little trip in her mind. Bulma had decided to come, as Chi-Chi had. Trunks was staying behind, and though he had been asked to come many times he had declined. Goten, too, had said he wouldn't come, for obvious reasons.

 

 

It seemed to happen all at once. Goku and Vegeta were both powering up, suddenly a portal appeared, and then they were all pulled into it.

 

 

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“Halt! Who goes there?”

 

 

It was dark—they assumed that they were in a cave of some kind.

 

 

“Who goes there?” asked a rough-sounding voice.

 

 

Vegeta stepped towards the voice. He began speaking rapidly in a different language, and the voice said, “Very well, then,” and a lantern bearing a dim but acceptable light came into view. “Follow me,” the person said.

 

 

But not a person as in a human, Bra realized, a dwarf. She and the others followed the dwarf, he lead them to a small room where two bald men were waiting.

 

 

“So,” said one of them, “More visitors. Let's have a look at your mind..”

 

 

The first bald one stepped in front of Bra, “We shall examine the child first,” he muttered some words and Bra immediately felt as though he were thumbing through her memories, like someone would look through some files. It hurt—a lot, but she didn't make a sound.

 

 

The bald men repeated the process with everyone else. “You are…here to see the leader of the Varden?”

 

 

“Of course,” said Vegeta.

 

 

“You mean us no harm, we can tell by your memories…so we will take you to Ajihad.” The first bald man said, and motioned for them to follow him.

 

 

Bra was quiet—for some reason these bald men scared her. There was just something that wasn't quite right about them. It was probably the fact that they had gone through her mind—yes, that would be it.

 

They were lead through several rooms, and finally into what looked like an office.

 

 

“I take it these are the…visitors?” a man asked. He had walked out from behind a bookcase.

 

 

The two bald men nodded.

 

 

“You may leave,” the man said to the two bald men, then he walked forward. “So…” he said, looking at Vegeta, “You are Vegeta Sr?”

 

 

Vegeta shook his head, “No. I am his son. The one with the dragon—or at least, I had a dragon before I left Alagaësia. Is she still safe?”

 

 

“As far as I know, yes. And—where are my manners. My name is Ajihad, I am the leader of the Varden.” Ajihad looked at Bra, “Is this your daughter?”

 

 

Vegeta nodded.

 

 

“A Dragon Rider…at such a young age. Amazing. The other elves will be glad to see a child becoming a Dragon Rider.”

 

 

“Why is that?” Vegeta asked, “I thought they didn't like it when young ones became Dragon Riders.”

 

 

“Well, they figure that the younger the Rider, the more wisdom they can gain in their youth. The youth are more energetic and can learn faster than and older Rider would. Your daughter, though, will have to be trained by Arya. A female learns faster from another female. But for today, rest. Tomorrow the training will begin.”

 

 

Vegeta replied, “Yes, well…I brought another of my race. Kakorot—I only recently told him about his being an elf…he is rather confused about this whole thing. You may want to give him a little history lesson on the elves.”

 

 

 

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Bra walked around Tronjheim, with her dragon by her side. He was growing rapidly, and his scales were a dazzling shade of red.

 

 

What do you think of this place so far? Bra asked her dragon.

 

 

It is a nice enough place. I think I like it here, he told her.

 

 

Well if you like it, then I like it too, Bra said.

 

 

She continued her walk around Tronjheim, and just as she was heading to go get something to eat, a raven-haired woman approached her.

 

 

“It would seem you are the young Rider,” the woman said, smiling.

 

 

“Yes. Who are you?” Bra asked.

 

 

“My name is Arya. What is your name?”

 

 

“My name is Bra. Aren't you that elf lady Ajihad mentioned?” Bra was curious.

 

 

“Yes, I am..and you are most certainly the young Rider he mentioned to me. Come..” Arya took Bra's hand and starting leading her to the training fields.

 

 

“You think I'm too young to be a Rider, don't you?” Bra asked.

 

 

“Youth has nothing to do with how experienced one is,” Arya said, “King Galbatorix was just a boy when he was selected to become a Rider, you know. He rose too quickly through the ranks..some found this disturbing. But the Riders ignored the warnings, and..Galbatorix destroyed them. All except for thirteen Riders, who became the Thirteen Forsworn. They are now all dead..”

 

 

Bra said, “Don't you think I'm too young to know that stuff? Anyone else would think so.”

 

 

“You are a Rider, child. You need to know the history of the Riders—that which I have told you is but a small part of that history. The rest you will learn when you accompany your father to his people.”

 

 

“What are the other elves like?” Bra asked.

 

 

“They are…well, I will let you learn that later. The other elves will want to know things about you as well.”

 

 

They had reached the training field, and Arya took a look around. “If I were a bit shorter, then your training might be easier..but I am not. We will have to make do with sparring with each other.” She picked up a sword and handed it to Bra.

 

 

“When we get to the other elves, we will have to make you a sword matching the color of your dragon. That is the custom,” Arya said, “Until then, use this sword.” She took out her sword, and with that, the two began their sword-fight.

 

 

Bra seemed to have an advantage due to her smaller height at first, but it soon became clear that Arya's skill outdid Bra's advantage. The fight lasted a full twenty minutes before the tip of Arya's sword was at Bra's throat.

 

 

“Good…for a child your age,” she said, “Tomorrow let's try to make this fight last more than twenty minutes.”

 

 

“Of course, ma'am,” Bra nodded. She so looked forward to the next day's training session. Something about the sword seemed to make her want to battle even more…but that may have just been her saiyan blood.