Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Control ❯ Star Lit Tears ( Chapter 2 )

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AN: Chapter two here we come! Please review!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything of DBZ except my original characters and plot.

CHAPTER 2: Star Lit Tears
The grass was soft and springy under their weight. Bulma was tucked under Vegeta’s body away from the cold wind. She could feel the circles he was drawing in her shoulder. His breath tingled the back of her ear. She couldn’t remember the last time they did this, got away from the troubles that seemed to follow everywhere. They both knew that they had to get back soon, but both clung to the moment not wanting to give it up. Vegeta remembered his sister and stood up immediately. Bulma sighed and started getting dressed.

Caslite woke up painfully, a throbbing in her ribs was making it impossible for anymore sleep. Her eyes opened last, yet she was still in the same place as when she passed out. In front of the door crumpled in the fetal position. Her hair was a tangled mess, at times she just wanted to cut it off, but true Saiyan’s hair stays the same until they die. She remembered a distant memory of when she was a child.


Father was standing in front of a large window showing the never-ending universe. His cape was flowing behind his broad shoulders, his coal black eyes never shifting of moving, and that seemingly permanent scowl. Caslite ran away from her brother again, but he caught up easily. The scissors in his hand seemed like death to her. Finally he caught Caslite’s hair and pulled.

She hissed in pain, but held her tongue from the scream. Prince Vegeta started cutting her ankle length hair furiously. She could feel it as the hair gave way. When he was done he threw her to the ground laughing. From Caslite’s position on the floor she glared up at him. Her hair was her pride and joy. Of course he would take it from her. She started to sob noisily her breath coming in short gasps.

King Vegeta finally turned around at the sound of crying. he looked at his daughter disgustedly. She was a weakling like a low-class Saiyan, not from the royal family. He looked over to his prodigy son grasping mounds of hair in his hands. He stood there for a few moments then spoke.

“Get up pathetic little girl!” his voice quieted her tears. She stood up slowly looking down at the floor. “Why do you disturb the quiet with your lamentable wailing?” she swallowed hard.

“Brother cut my hair.” her voice was tiny. She knew her father thought she was a weakling, a nuisance to the royal family. Anger swelled inside her, this was the first time she ever felt hate. She loved it. “My stupid immature brother cut my hair because he thought I might look better as a guy.” it was the first time she found the attitude that kept her alive. She didn’t see the hand that flew up and smacked her in the face. Caslite when flying across the room and hit the wall.

“You are the idiotic one, fool! You never speak about royal blood that way!” she got up warily for she was only six. The anger bubbled and rose until it just popped. This was the first time anyone saw that she had a powerful mind. She screamed at her father blasting energy that had built up in her head at him. The blow knocked him to the floor cracking his heavy armor in the process. After that her father never laid a hand on her.


She shook her mind off that day and resumed brushing her hair. Caslite’s hair grew back to the right length in a little over a month. During that time her brother was taken by Frieza, and she stole the ship that was supposed to sneak him off the planet. At the age of six she was brilliant, but her father only wanted a boy at the time of their birth. Somehow her mother was able to hide Caslite’s ki from everyone up until the point of having her. She felt her brother’s ki returning with his mate.

Caslite walked over to the tiny closet wondering what was in there. To her surprise they were women clothing, and when she checked they were her size. She had gotten blood on her dress with her fight with brother and decided to wear one of the outfits. She chose a simple blue dress that came to the knees. Caslite walked out of the room to the smell of dinner. She strode toward the aroma.

“Mommy hurry up, I’m starving!” her nephew Trunks called to Bulma. He noticed her presence before his father, and subdued his body rapidly. Vegeta looked up from whatever he was doing only to scowl in disgust.

“Oh hi Caslite! Come sit down I was just about to call for you.” Bulma said cheerfully from the mounds of plates she was carrying. Caslite nodded her head and sat opposite Trunks.

Dinner was going very well when Bulma said “Caslite I noticed your armor is different from Vegeta’s. I was just wondering why.” Caslite glanced at the woman.

“That is so because my armor was made by someone different. To tell you the truth that armor was my mother’s. she wore it in a battle where she met King Vegeta.”

“You wear that stupid thing! Ha, to wear a disgraced Saiyan’s armor is like to wear a dunce cap!” Vegeta laughed.

“Your mother was disgraced? Why?” Bulma looked between the twin Saiyans. The only thing they had in common was that scowl.

“Ask her!” Vegeta shoved his chin in the direction of his sister. Bulma looked at Caslite.

“My father wanted an heir like most King’s do. You see he only wanted male children. It was to strengthen the royal blood. When my mother found out she was having twins, she asked my father what would he do. She got her answer by being in the infirmary for a week, so my mother panicked and hid my ki for as long as she could. After she had us my…King Vegeta went on a wild fury. My mother was ripped of her title as queen and sentenced to life in prison. When I was three she killed herself.” Caslite had a sad tone to her voice. She wasn’t the proud warrior Bulma usually saw it was a hurt woman with a horrible past.

“I’m sorry.” was all she could say.

“So pretty much your telling us that my grandfather was an abusive person?” Trunks asked not believing a word of her story.

“I do not know the lies my brother has told you of his father, but King Vegeta had no mercy. If he needed to he would of killed me and my brother.”

“Caslite you lie! My father was a great warrior and King, your mother was a lying sniveling whore!” Caslite had the intense urge to jump across the table and strangle him, but she held back by answering coldly

“Believe what you want Vegeta. I know that for a fact our mother did everything in her power to keep you away from that evil bitch Frieza. Excuse my language.” Caslite nodded toward Bulma and Trunks.

“Guys I think we should all call it a night. I’m beat!” Bulma blushed slightly at her words. Vegeta looked down as well. Caslite looked between the two of them rolling her eyes annoyed. She got up and went back to bed.

Once inside the tiny sized room Caslite stretched her aching muscles. The low throbbing pain in her midsection flared causing her to gasp. She recovered quickly and slipped off the blue fabric. She studied her nude reflection noticing the large multi-colored bruise. Shaking her head she slide into the covers and fell asleep a deep troubled sleep.

Caslite’s dream:


I ran faster and faster trying to escape his grip. My lungs burned with the excursion I was putting on them. My legs screamed at me to stop, but I would not give him the pleasure of catching me. I turned sharply down the dimly lit floors passing a few slaves and warriors. Slaves gave me sympathetic looks, but the warriors all sneered. I was used to that kind of treatment. The last turn and I’m…


Caslite woke up screaming. She put her hands around her head still trapped in her dreams. Vegeta and a very frazzled looking Bulma came in the door a second later. She stopped screaming, but still stared wide eyed at the sheet in front of her. At the moment Caslite didn’t really care about the fact that she was naked, and exposed from the waist up. Her mind was still reeling on the dream she hasn’t had for many years.

“What’s the matter Caslite?” Bulma was the one to ask. Caslite slowly turned to her eyes planets. Her usual cold violet eyes were filled with fear.

“H-he…I-I…” Caslite took a calming breath, and the mask fit back on perfectly “Nothing girl! I am fine now leave me!” her voice was more curt than she planned. Bulma shrank back some, but otherwise stood her ground.

“Ugh! Caslite you’re a pain! You woke me up for nothing!” Vegeta growled and stalked out of the room. Bulma hung around for a few seconds then retreated after her mate.

Caslite’s breath came in a sob when they left. She was terrified of why she would dream of him. She strictly remembered putting up a ki wall around those years. She silently cried till the suns first rays hit her face. She brushed her tangled hair until it shone like a ravens wings, she smoothed her tail out not bothering to wrap it back up.

“Guys breakfast!” Bulma’s voice rang out over the intercom. Caslite picked a black t-shirt with baggy camouflage pants. She never looked so normal in years. The large table was filled with platters and platters of food. Enough for three Saiyans. The one named Gohan was there early for his shift. “You look nice Caslite!” Bulma’s voice was very cheerful and light. She didn’t want to be mean after last night.

Gohan looked up at her. He didn’t want to admit it, but she was beautiful. Her normal clothes made her exotic features stand out even more. Her raven hair looked like a mane, those cat eyes narrowed, and lips slightly parted made her irresistible. A scent touched his over sensitive nose. It smelt like vanilla and strawberries, yet a hint of danger? Can you smell danger? Apparently he could. He noticed the scent came from her tail that was gently swishing back and forth. He stopped studying her when he realized that another part of him liked her scent more than was comfortable.

Caslite paid no mind to the teenage boy gawking, after all she was a princess. She sat across from him and Trunks. She ate the food with earnest not stopping once until her brain told her she was full. She then paid attention to what everyone was saying.

“…go shopping for her. Apparently we ran out of almost everything now that my dad is back. I was just wondering if I can take Caslite since it is my shift?” Gohan asked Vegeta timidly. The Saiyan prince was pretty much the main keeper of his sister.

“Ask her boy. It is not in my place to say she has to go with you. If she wanted to go and dragged you that would be a different story.” he shrugged it off.

“I am right here you know! I can hear! Yes I would like to go out of this place for a while.” Caslite crossed her arms and looked at Gohan through her eyelashes. He swallowed and nodded. She smirked at his reaction. “Earthlings are so funny. Well he is only half, but still.”

They left soon after that. Gohan stayed in West City just in case something happened Vegeta would be near. They walked slowly side-by-side. He was hyperaware of the heat coming off her. Gohan tried to get her off his mind, but she wouldn’t budge. A thought came to him though.

“Caslite it would be good if you hid your tail. People on earth don’t react well to people walking around with them.” she snorted at this, but complied. Gohan noticed that the insanely delightful scent disappeared. “It’s her tail! Now what was it Vegeta said about Saiyan tails? Oh yes that a Saiyan’s tail was their true scent. It could calm their child, drive their chosen partner insane with it, and you could pick out any Saiyan out of a huge crowd just by their tail.”

Caslite was awe struck at everything that was happening in the city. Girls walked around in barely covering clothing with every color hair imaginable. The streets were filled with cars honking and shouting. Stores were filled with everything you could think of. She loved the feel of the sun on her and a light wind. She realized why her brother liked it here other than the fact of his family. Earthlings were interesting and stupid at the time. They were weak, but a lot of them held themselves as if they were the strongest person in the universe.

“Do you like it?” Gohan asked after many minutes watching shock after shock hit the Saiyan princesses face.

“Yes and no. It is beautiful and disgusting at the same time. Is that possible?” she seemed to ask her self that.

“I know what you mean. That’s why I like living in the mountains.” Caslite side glanced him. “well lets get this shopping over with!”

They shopped for Chi-Chi. They had to buy things from food to tools for repairing the house. It was around one thirty-four ‘O-clock when Caslite and Gohan were carrying loads of stuff to Gohan’s house. It worked out perfectly really, Gohan got his shopping done right in time for Goku’s shift. They walked in and put down the load in the kitchen when Chi-Chi walked in clutching a pan in her raised hand.

“What is she doing in my house!?” she waved her pan at Caslite accusingly. “She is not welcome here!” Caslite who was still a little bit high from her shopping trip came to her senses. A ferocious growl erupted from her chest. Chi-Chi backed off, but still glared.

“Hey there Gohan! Calm down Chi. Caslite will be leaving with me right now okay?” Goku wrapped his arms around her slim waist and nuzzled her neck. She nodded dreamily, her eyes glazed over. “Let’s get going!” Caslite followed his retreating figure. She would never admit it, but his wife scared the hell out of her. They were back at Capsule Corp in a second using Goku’s instant transmission.

* * *

The months passed easily for Caslite. Her dreams were not disturbed anymore, and she got used to the schedule they had set up for watching her. She found herself being able to listen to Gohan go on and on about how difficult Videl could be, and Goku’s innocent chatter. Most of the time she wouldn’t talk back just listen, but every once in a while Goku could get words out of her.

“I remember when I was looking for my grandpa’s dragon ball and I had to climb the pole to Karin’s tower…holy water that turned out to be rain water.” Goku laughed heartily. Caslite gave a small smile. He was always able to get her to show an emotion, and it infuriated her. How can a low-class Saiyan get a smile out of her? Caslite was a cruel warrior and she never showed any type of emotion. She pulled her hair over her shoulder and brushed her fingers though it. Goku saw her scars on her back again some revealing under her tank top.

“Caslite can you tell me why you have so many scars?” Goku asked curiously.

“I was tortured.” Caslite answered matter-of-factly. She was not uncomfortable answering his question because so many before him asked as well. Goku knew that whoever did that to her must have been very powerful.

“Oh that must of hurt.” he didn’t know what else to say. Caslite grunted and looked longingly at the starry sky.

“I remember his favorite constellation was never complete because my planet was destroyed. I can’t remember where it was or what it was called, but the tip of the sword was missing.” her voice became very distant not actually talking to anyone. Goku pretended not to see the lone silver tear that rolled off her cheek. She sharply turned her head and practically growled “Your shift is over leave now!”

Goku said good-bye and flew off. His mind pondering who was it she was talking about. Her voice sounded so pained he had the urge to wrap her in an embrace, but he didn’t. he couldn’t get over the fact that the cold Saiyan princess started crying over it. He shoved those thoughts away when he arrived home.

After dinner Caslite took a long hot shower. The little water beads mixing in with her salty tears. Her remembrance of the thing she tried to obliterate to oblivion troubled her deeply. She took more time than necessary to clean her tail trying to calm her nerves. When the water started cooling she stepped out of the shower raising her ki to dry herself. Her ankle length ebony hair was for once free of knots. She climbed into bed unsuspecting of what was coming.

Caslite’s dream:


one more turn and my ship. I choked on the scream that built up in my throat. His disgusting royalness was there, but covered in shadow. I turn around to run, but he catches my hair easily. I scream as I’m wrenched to the floor. He drags me into the nearest room locking the door behind him. He turns to face me.

“You should know by now that it is futile to run, my little Suppa.” he purrs the last word.


Caslite thrashed in her bed screaming in a different language. Vegeta and Bulma watch helplessly as the Saiyan princess suffered in her dreams. After a few minutes Caslite took to whimpering for him to stop. Whoever he was. Bulma was determined to find out answers to Caslite’s fears.

“Sister, your not there. Your safe.” Vegeta spoke in a reassuring voice. He was scared that his only sibling had lost her mind and wasn’t coming back. Caslite shot up in bed clinging to the sheet. She looked wildly at her brother then snarled. Her features changed dramatically those scared plum eyes narrowed in anger and her perfect mouth turned into sneer.

“If you value your life I would get out of my room!” she spat in their direction. She was mortified her brother saw her at her weakest point. They backed slowly from the room understanding her anger, yet Vegeta had the urge to throw her against the wall for threatening him.

* * *


“So Caslite I thought you and I could go shopping for new clothes today. I saw that you were only wearing the ones I got you we could pick new ones today that might be more your style.” Bulma said cheerfully over breakfast. Caslite had to finish chewing before she could answer.

“That sounds good.” she was being polite trying to avoid the subject of what happened last night. Bulma nodded and stood up. Caslite followed suit.

“Veggie can you do the dishes today? I would ask Trunks, but he’s over at Goten’s and Goku has to shadow me and ‘Lite here.” Vegeta grumbled a bit, but otherwise agreed. That was very odd. Everyone was tip-toeing around Caslite today.

The girls ended up at the huge mall. Bulma walked into every store making Caslite try on everything then buy it. By the time they walked into the food court Bulma had filled eight capsules. Four were for her and four were for Caslite. She oddly enjoyed shopping like an earthling.

“Looking nice honey!” whistled a rowdy teenage boy. Caslite snarled making the boy fall back.

“Ugh! I hate when they do that! I can’t go anywhere without Vegeta throwing someone into a wall!” Bulma sighed frustrated and slumped farther in her seat.

“He is just protecting his mate. Saiyans are very possessive over them really.” Caslite said looking around the crowded area trying to find Goku. He was across the food court his mouth practically dripping from drool. He was pretty good at hiding she had almost forgot he was here.

“Well at least it shows he cares. I mean sometimes I think he doesn’t even know I exist.”

“My brother would be lost without you.” Bulma’s eyes widened Vegeta’s twin sister’s statement. “He wouldn’t be where he is right now if it weren’t for you. Sometimes when I was…I would push my bond with my brother so I could see what he was doing and what had happened. It was the only thing that kept me alive.”

“I didn’t know that. Thank you. Caslite what were going to say before you paused?” Bulma’s face scrunched in worry. Caslite stiffened at the question. ‘Had I slipped that badly?’ she thought shocked. “It’s not good to keep things bottled up. That’s why it’s haunting your dreams so badly. If you really know my mate would lost then you should know this.” Bulma pushed forward. Caslite took a deep breath finally realizing that what the blue haired woman was saying was right. Her past would soon make her insane.

“I can’t tell you, but if you’ll let me I’ll show you. Not here though there is too many people in the city.” Caslite kept her voice light. Bulma nodded knowing the place they should go to. They left the mall and headed to the cliff Bulma went once before with Vegeta. Goku had to hang back even farther because one he was trying to give the girls privacy and two it was marked heavily that this place was off-limits to any other male.

“Okay so we’re away from the city.” Bulma said staring oddly at Caslite when she began sniffing the air.

“This place is marked my brother’s. It is not a very old marking maybe a couple of weeks old. What I find funny is that it is not marked as his training ground, but *sniff* mating.” Caslite burst out laughing holding her stomach. Bulma had turned very red at her words, but grunted seriously. Caslite calmed down from her laughing fit and put her hands out palm up. “Put your hands in mine and close your eyes. I can show you what happened.” Bulma complied and gasped.

AN: I know don’t kill me! It just seemed right to end it at a cliff hanger