Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Ball X: A Love Story ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3:

"Are you having fun?" Trunks asked. I favored him with a withering glance. Mother, of course, was glaring at everyone against the wall, arms crossed. People kept commenting how her demeanor was similar to a certain husband of the former Capsule Corp. president. No one was surprised when the current president's son was also somewhat anti-social.

"I think I am going to kill someone before the night is over." I said darkly. Trunks smiled sympathetically.

"Where is Aiko?" Trunks asked looking around for her. She of course was no where to be seen. She was able to hide in the bathroom.

"The bathroom." I answered.

"Lucky girl." Trunks said dreamily, like he wished he could hide in the women's bathroom. "How long has she been hiding in there?"

"About five minutes." I said looking at my watch. It has been about an hour and a half the party showed no signs of slowing down. Classical music floated down from the stage which featured a live orchestra. For most of the night, Aiko dutifully hung on my arm as snooty old men came up and congratulated me on what a fine job I was doing.

It wasn't hard. It was in the blood. But Aiko seemed to know exactly what to say and to whom. Almost as if she had done thing before. It made me wonder. The thought of her hanging on another guy's arm made me feel extremely jealous and uneasy. Completely strange too. I barely know her. In fact, all my feelings toward her were jumbled and made no damn sense. I would have to think them out later. For the moment I spaced out was the moment another old man would come with his barely eighteen year old wife.

"How old is she?" Trunks asked.

"Huh?"

"How old is she, do you know?"

"I don't. In fact, I don't even know her last name." I said, feeling disconcerted.

Trunks raised an eyebrow at that, but didn't say anything about what he was thinking. I knew what he was thinking though. "She does go to your school though right?"

"Yeah. She is a sophomore." I said feeling a little irritated.

"So that means she has to be at least nineteen right?"

"In theory, yes." I said, forcing myself to smile at someone who waved. Teeth grinding into teeth.

"Just wanted to make sure you weren't doing something stupid." Trunks said carefully.

"Like what? Fuck underage, high school girls? I am not like you were at my age, so you can quit worrying. I am fucking twenty two years old."

His eyes narrowed. "I was referring to getting someone pregnant, but yeah, that is what I meant."

"Well Dad, you can quit thinking I am getting some on the side and just not telling you. I haven't been seeing or dating anyone. You already know why, so back the fuck off."

His eyes widened and I knew I had struck a blow. He pivoted on foot and left, melding into the crowd. I let out a ragged sigh of relief and leaned again the wall. He liked to forget that in high school, I had been burned pretty bad and was not too interested in that type of adventure anymore. Like any parent I am sure, he was paranoid that his kid would commit the same type of vices - promiscuous sex and illicit drug use - that he had done at my age. I think the only reason he stopped though was because Mom would have killed him if she caught another woman in what ever she thought was her spot.

Ah. Gotta love fucked up families.

"That looked ugly." Aiko said appearing out of no where.

I smiled at her half-heartedly. "It was."

"He is just worried about you." Aiko said reassuringly. I wondering how she knew what we were talking about, but didn't react to it.

"I bet he is. He needs to worry a little less though." I said, not wanting to name specifically what he was worried about. No one needed to be reminded to that particular part in either of our histories.

"Have they announced you yet?"

"Yeah. Now it is just a wait until the dinner."

"Lets blow this Popsicle stand." Aiko said grinning at me seductively. I raised an eyebrow. Right before I said the words, My-Dad-would-kill-me, I grinning evilly and nodded. We headed towards the door and stopped. Dad would see me leave through there. My mind calculated. I looked to the balcony, which was empty. Perfect timing. But then Aiko would find out a crash course about Saiya-jin.

"Lets go another way." I said, taking her hand and leading towards the balcony. She looked faintly puzzled. I sighed. She was going to find out sooner or later I think. I jumped up on the rail and she gasped, thinking I was going to slip and fall on the icy barrier. I laughed and kneeled.

"You're crazy!" She exclaimed in a mix of anger and fear. "You are going to fall!"

"No. I wont fall. Have you ever wanted to fly?"

"You cant fly! No one can fly, it is a myth! This is insa-" She stopped in mid sentence when I stepped off the balcony towards her and was standing on thin air. She jumped back, a wide O on her face. She leaped forward and ran her arms down the sides of my legs to find whatever it was holding me up.

I dropped to the ground suddenly. I didn't want anyone inside seeing me float. Before and after the Cell Games, there had been talk and rumors that the Briefs were involved with aliens. Years later, the world government revealed that there was indeed aliens, and pretty much everything they knew - which wasn't much - about the Saiya-jin race. The information they gathered had been from Gokou and Vegeta whom participated in their Z Fighter program. It basically paid them to fend off all threats against Earth that the Earthlings themselves could not handle. This included Cell, Frieza, etc.

This was all right after I was born. I was just a few months old when the government published a report saying that the Saiya-jin were extremely dangerous. It was used as blackmail against my mother, who had refused to do an assassination assignment for the Z Fighters after already signing up. So prevent blackmail, she destroyed the building and disappeared. Gokou found her, her circuits burnt out in a hotel in Seaside.

That had been nearly twenty two years ago and had largely been covered up when a peace was made between the Z Fighters and my family, after we found out that the government was being run by a man from the future that was here to kill my mother and her two brothers, who had escaped from there. So there were still rumors that the Briefs family was involved with aliens. But no thought went into the idea that we might be aliens.

I didn't really think of myself as alien. I was born on this planet and breathed and ate as the people on this planet did.

Aiko of course, was not believing what ever rumors and stories she had ever heard about the Briefs family since she was a little girl. She still hadn't said anything, completely frozen.

"So its true!" She finally said in a hushed whisper.

"Depends on what you are talking about. Do Saiya-jin exist? Sort of. Do the Briefs hang out with aliens? Most of us are what you would classify as alien. Do we fly? Yeah. We fly. Do you want to fly?"

She blinked for a moment, looking somewhat interested and horrified at the same time. "You can make me fly? Will I become like you?"

"Well, no. I cannot make you fly. But I can carry you."

"Will you drop me?"

"Never."

She looked inside for a moment where people were blissfully ignoring outside. I managed to make eye contact with my father though. His look basically told me if I left, I was dead. I smirked at him as Aiko nodded and stepped close to me.

"I believe you." She said.

I looked at her puzzled. "Huh?"

"I believe you. You wont drop me."

"Okay. Lets split." I said, lifting her carefully into my arms and blasting into the night air. She immediately shivered.

"It's cold up here." She said with a bright smile, her cheeks paling in a bit from the cold. I laughed.

I powered up slightly, just enough to heat up the area within a couple feet of my body. "That better?"

"Is that tingling feeling you?" She asked, her eyes full of wonder.

"I guess you could look at it like that. It is my Ki. Everyone has Ki, even you. I just happen to have a lot more of it. Ki is that energy deep within a person. Their life force. That is what I used to fly, and anything that might seem spectacular. But that is pretty much the only huge difference between you and me. The amount of our Ki."

"I had heard that the Saiya-jin were nasty and evil and liked to kill innocent people for no reason. I didn't think they existed."

I laughed again. "If they are those things, it is because of their personality, not because they are a Saiya-jin. My mother is a Saiya-jin and my father is half Saiya-jin. Neither one of them are particularly nasty, except to each other maybe. Saiya-jin tend to be a little more temperamental, and violent, but there are Earthlings out there like that too."

She nodded to that quietly, thinking about something. It looked painful, so I didn't ask. We were passing Central Park, so I lowered into it. She held on to me tight for the descent. It made me feel strangely good. Like I was protecting her. I found that I liked the idea of protecting her. I tapped the ground lightly and set foot down. She pulled her head away from my chest and looked around her.

"Just like that?"

"Yep. Not terribly exciting right now. I didn't want to freak you out." I said with a grin. She nodded and stepped down carefully. We were under a tree where the snow couldn't get.

"Can you do the thing with the hair?"

I looked puzzled. "What thing?"

"Where you turn it golden?"

"Oh that? Yeah." I said with a grin.

"Show me!" She said with a bright smile.

I had to then. I couldn't disappoint her for some reason. I knew there was risks to doing it in public, but I figured that it was dark, wet and snowy out everywhere except where we were standing that we would be fine and no one else would see. I stepped away from her a few feet and reflexively made fists. Ki burst from my being and I transformed. Just like that. It felt a little slow coming, like I needed to practice a little bit more.

She smiled in delight and I smiled too. She looked around and pointed at the ground laughing. "You are making the snow melt!"

I looked down and laughed. Sure enough, little puddles were forming around my feet. I jumped up slightly, conscious of the tuxedo and floated in mid-air. My aura was melting the snow within five feet of me. I looked around the park. My illumination had grown brighter than the street lamps and was lighting up the snow, causing it to glitter in a rainbow of colors.

Aiko had taken notice and was staring at the snow in wonder. "It is so beautiful.."

I set down next to her and let my aura fade away. I chuckled nervously as she looked around me at all angles, not really knowing what to say. It felt like I was being examined or something.

Then it happened. She kissed me. In surprise, my power faded away.

"What was that?" I asked when she pulled away. She grinned at me, her eyes twinkling.

"I wanted to make sure it was still you."

"Oh. Am I still me?" I asked, feeling confused.

She laughed more. "Yeah. You are still you."

I took her home after that. It was the first time I had ever seen her place of residence. I didn't sense any other Ki inside. She lived alone. That made me feel strangely good. I dropped down right on her front step, it was the middle of the night.

"Did you want to come in?" Aiko said, right after unlocking the front door. Suddenly I felt giddy.

"Uhm… okay." I answered, then felt stupid. She grinned at me and took my hand, leading me in. I took off my jacket and laid it on the back of a chair, sitting down a moment later while she ran off into the kitchen.

"Do you want anything to drink?" I heard her ask.

It wasn't like me to turn down free food. "Sure!"

She laughed then closed the fridge, pouring liquid into two glasses before coming out. She handed one to me and set the other on the table. "I am going to go change. Make yourself at home."

She disappeared down a hallway then while I looked around. It was rather dark, since only the kitchen light was on. She had blue couches placed around a glass coffee table. I sipped the drink she gave me. It was a strong, kind of fruity wine. Paintings of random things were placed on the lightly colored walls. My feet sat on a plush, dark colored rug. I was never very good at determining colors. Probably because of my Saiya-jin heritage. Saiya-jin could pick up the major colors, but no where near as in detail as Earthlings could. I bet my mother's color was a lot more bland than mine.

She came out wearing simple pajamas that accented her form. She took the glass off the table and sauntered over to me. I looked at her confused as she climbed into my lap, sipping her drink slightly before kissing me again.

My alarm went off and I reached over to turn it off. But it wasn't there. In fact, the alarm was on the other side of the bed. I squinted and opened my eyes, closing them because of the bright light. A nagging doubt clawed at my eyes and made them open.

I wasn't in my room. I jerked awake. I was lying, on someone else's bed, in someone else's house. I reached over and turned off the alarm.

I was alone too. I rubbed my face as I tried to remember what happened last night.

Oh. Duh.

I pulled on a pair of boxers and stumbled out of the room in search of a bathroom. There was one across the hall. Once inside I closed the door and put up the lid. Lots of womanly stuff was in this bathroom. I noted, with a smug feeling, that there was no male toiletries lying around. I washed my hands and split. Yes, I had put the seat down. In my house, if you didn't put it down, you were threatened with death by the female occupants.

A quick survey of the house showed that Aiko wasn't home. That made me feel quite uncomfortable, so I called a cab and left after gathering my clothes.

After paying the driver, I stumbled around back and through the living room patio door. It was always unlocked, and I felt like a quiet entrance.

Which I did not receive. The living room was packed. Packed and dead silent. Not good.

"Did someone die or something?" I asked. I was being dead serious. That was the only time everyone got together anymore outside the holidays.

"No, but we can fix that." Vegeta said with a snarl. I gave him a look before I saw what everyone was looking at.

Ah shit. I am dead.

"-It still remains to be seen what these pictures are really showing, as the youngest Brief heir has yet to comment on them." The female anchorwoman replied to whatever the male one had said. "No one knows who the woman he was seen with is, and police have declined on identifying her as there was no crime committed. They did, however say she was also an occupant of North City and attended the same college as the Briefs heir."

"Fuck." I said gracefully. Someone in the fucking park had taken pictures of me powering up.

"What did we tell you about showing off, like a retard, and getting everyone in fucking trouble?" Trunks shrieked, his face red. It has been a long time since I had seen him that mad. The last time being when I was ten and my two cousins and I wrecked his brand new deck.

"Not a whole fucking lot since you were always working and Mom was off doing what the fuck ever!" I yelled back on instinct. Shocked looks cross everyone's faces except those mentioned, and Vegeta who wasn't surprised by any of this shit anyway.

Trunks looked like he had been slapped. His face however, took on a deep, purple hue. Very dark. He was real pissed. Mom, however didn't say anything and was looking at a spot on the floor. Very unusual. Was she feeling shame? Everyone here knew that once I became a unruly teenager, Vegeta had done the raising part since Trunks and Alex were busy fighting all the time.

"Zoerinthian, this is not good." Bra said after a while.

"No shit. How the fuck do I go about fixing THIS one?"

"You CANT fix this one, don't you get it?!" Trunks screamed. "You have ruined everything!"

"So now it comes out, the most important thing to you is your fucking inheritance!" I yelled back. "But you already own the fucking join, so what is there left now? Why the fuck don't you just publicly disown me?"

Shock silenced the room again. Vegeta looked semi interested now. He was being strangely silent. Usually by this time he was telling everyone to shut their mouths and to quit screaming.

"For one," Trunks started. "Contrary to popular opinion, Mom didn't leave Capsule Corporations to me."

My turn to look shocked. "She didn't?"

"She left it to Dad."

So that is why Vegeta was interested. It was HIS company. No one had ever said anything about it though.

"You didn't seriously think she would pick between us two kids did you?" Bra asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Second of all. You are my son, and I cant disown you. I know I have fucked up in the past, but I don't want to lose you."

"Then why the fuck are we having this conversation?"

"Because boy," Vegeta started, speaking up for the first time. "You fucked up, so you are going to fix it."

"Lovely." I groaned.