Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Ball Z: The Redemption ❯ A Dragonball Z Saga: The Redemption - Chronicle One ( Chapter 1 )

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A Dragonball Z Saga: The Redemption - Chronicle One

Vegeta sat staring ahead as he held his morning cup of tea in his hand. Rememnants of the dream he had the night before still fresh in his mind. The Saiyan Prince's brow wrinkled as he tried to focus his mind. Standing, he placed the cup down on the table and walked out onto the floor of the fighting arena. He crossed his arms over his chest, his hardened gaze wandering over the sea of faces to see his wife, Bulma cheering in the stands. The Saiyan closed his eyes as a smirk wandered over his face at the thought of how hard she usually cheered for him or Trunks. When he opened his eyes, Vegeta found himself staring straight into the face of a young woman. Her cold dark blue eyes locked on his. The Saiyan found himself staring back at her. She was quite beautiful even more so than normally expected for a human. But her beauty had a coldness to it that intrigued him. Her skin was of an almond brown shade giving her quite an exotic look. She had very long blue black hair that she allowed to flow freely around her shoulders. There was a familiarity about her that struck Vegeta. It was almost as if he had already met her and had known her well. "Dad?" came a voice interrupting his thoughts. Turning his attention he saw his son standing beside him.



Trunks stood with his arms crossed over his chest in the same manner as his father. The young man was wearing a black tank top shirt and a pair of jeans. His long purple hair was tied back behind his head. The half Saiyan looked at his father. "Are you ready to fight?" he asked him although he already knew what his father would say. "Hn..." Vegeta answered him as he turned his gaze to look for the young woman again but she was already gone. "Dad, what were you staring at?" the Saiyan's son asked him but the seasoned fighter ignored his inquiry and turned his attention back to the arena. He closed his eyes patiently waiting to hear his name being called when he heard a name he had never heard before being called onto the floor.



"Number 81... Trinity..." called the announcer over his microphone. Something inside of Vegeta made him turn his head to see the young woman whom he had seen in the crowds of people stepping onto the mat before the strength scale. The young woman called Trinity approached the announcer slowly. Several male fighters laughed as they looked upon this girl. Vegeta could see why. Trinity looked nothing like a fighter. Her arms appeared to be sculpted but she didn't have any muscles. Her uniform of choice consisted of a black t-shirt that accented her round breasts. The letter T and the name Rae was stretched across the chest drawing even more attention to her bosom. Her pants were black and hung loosely off her small frame. The announcer too appeared confused when he looked her over. "Uh... you are Trinity?" he asked her. The girl gave him a look that even Vegeta could not read but it had an apparent affect upon the announcer who began to tremble.



"V-very well..." he stammered. "We need to measure your strength. So punch the padded area with your fist and it will get a reading on your strength." Trinity continued to look at him a little longer before turning her attention to the strength scale. She turned her body and examined it. Vegeta continued to watch her. There was something... off about her. Although she appeared smaller than a regular human girl, she carried herself in the stance of a seasoned fighter. He watched as Trinity pulled back her fist. Time seemed to slow down as the young woman let her fist fly through the air towards the strength scale. The second she made contact with the machine, the number rose rather quickly. Vegeta's brow furrowed even more as he watched the numbers climb higher and higher until it jammed and flashed several lines across its screen.



There was a silence in the arena as everyone beheld the screen of the scale was flashing. Trinity turned back to the announcer. "Is that all?" she said. Her voice was velvety but quiet. There in her voice was the strength that showed, she had more than what it took to be a competitor of tournament. The announcer dumbly nodded his head unable to say anything as he stared at the raven haired beauty. Trinity jumped down from the mat and walked towards Vegeta. As the young woman approached, she stared ahead of herself but when she came near Vegeta, her eyes turned towards him. Again their eyes locked as she walked past him. When she had passed his line of sight the young woman faced forward again disappearing within the crowd. Vegeta turned his head back towards the announcer who had now recovered from the shock. He had summoned another fighter to the floor.



"Who was that?" he heard Trunks ask him. The Saiyan turned his head to his son. "I never seen her before and she had more strength than she let on," he continued. "I saw that..." Vegeta said. Trunks scratched the back of his head. "She must be a great fighter..." The Saiyan didn't make a comment as he turned away and entered into the rest area. He had his own reservations about her and was silently looking forward to seeing her in the battle arena. After the fighters had been chosen, Vegeta and Trunks returned to their waiting area. The young half Saiyan sat down onto the couch and placed his feet up on the coffee table. He leaned back with a sigh. "Man, there are a lot of fighters this time around," he noted. Vegeta grunted as he leaned against the wall. A few minutes later, Gohan entered into the waiting area. He stretched his arms. "I can't wait to fight in this Tournament."



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Standing in the locker room, Trinity slowly pulled on her fingerless gloves. The young woman stared down at her small hands flexing them slowly into fists. This was it, the moment she has been waiting for. She was going to participate in the infamous Tournament on Earth. Here the greatest fighters in the Universe had assembled to test their skills against the best of the best. Trinity turned as she heard footsteps approaching the locker room. She watched the doorways as the same fighter she had locked eyes with earlier entered. The young woman ran the fingers of her left hand through her long hair. She took a deep breath as she watched him. He had pitch black hair that he wore spiked. His hair line reached far up his forehead. His chest, arm muscles and legs were well toned.



Trinity let go of the breath that she had been holding as she watched him. Damn... he is.... amazing. she thought to herself after she was finally able to tear her eyes away from him. The young woman bent her arms flexing her muscles as she thrust out her breasts, smirking to herself. Relaxing her arms, the young woman decided to go out to watch the matches before hers started. As she walked out into the sunlight, Trinity found herself standing next to a young man with long lavender hair that was pulled back. Although he tried to not make it appear obvious he was watching her every move she made. The young female fighter pretended to be more interested in the match that was ending than in him. She clenched her hands causing her knuckles to pop into place.



Trunks crossed his arms over his chest as he watched the young woman who stood beside him. There was something so different in the way she presented herself. Her muscles were not as well defind as even the other female fighters but her facial expression and the light of her eyes told that she was much stronger than anyone could possibly understand. The cheers of the crowd drew the half Saiyan out of his thoughts and he turned his attention towards the fightening arena. A man with huge bulking muscles had won the match and was flexing himself to the roars of the crowd. A soft snort caused him to turn his attention once again to the young woman. Even though her face was passive, there was a hint of a smirk at the cracks of her lips.



He felt a surge within him as he watched her. There was no denying it, she was beautiful. Turning back towards the arena he heard his name being called. Taking a step away from the young woman he thought he saw a look of bemusement on her face. The look caused a smile to appear on his face. I'm going to show her what I can do.... He thought to himself as he walked into the fightening area of the Tournament Arena. As soon as he stepped onto the arena, he was surprised to see Gohan walk out as well. I'm fighting against Gohan? he frowned to himself as he took a offensive stance. "Get ready...." the announcer said. "GO!" Trinity watched as the young man with the purple hair lunged for his opponent. Without her sensus equiptment she couldn't get a direct reading on the younger man with the black hair but she knew they were not evenly matched.



Although the boy with the long purple hair was strong in his own rights it was clear that his opponent was much more stronger than he was. Trinity clenched her jaws as she watched the match. After a few minutes, the young woman grew bored and became lost in her own thoughts. It had been so long since she arrived on this planet from her own. As that thought went through her mind, the young woman felt an unbearable sadness. Her head bowed slightly causing her hair to fall into her eyes. Unknown to Trinity her actions had not gone unnoticed. Vegeta stared at her across the forem. He folded his arms over his chest as he watched her movements. There was a great sadness there. He recognized it almost immediately like his own. There was much in this girl that reminded the great Saiyan Prince of himself. "THATS THE MATCH!!!" came the roar of the announcer. Vegeta turned his attention back to the arena and frowned to himself. "And the winner of the match is Gohan." So the brat lost... hn.... Vegeta thought as he watched his son walk out of the ring. It was clear that Trunks was angered about the outcome of the match but there was nothing he could do. He lost.



The half Saiyan walked past his father but never met his gaze. He couldn't. He had proven himself weaker than his father's old opponent's son. In the eyes of his father this was a great insult. Trunks entered into the locker room towards the showers. The young Saiyan removes his boots and socks, sitting on a bench beside his running shower. I can't believe I lost to Gohan.... I didn't expect him to deal me such a punch. Trunks slowly removed the rest of his clothing before stepping underneath the jetting water trying to wash away the stench of failure. As the hot water rolled over his muscular body, he heard someone entering into the locker room. Opening his blue eyes, Trunks watched as the beautiful young woman he had been watching entered. She didnt notice him watching her as she seemed deeply troubled by something herself.



Trinity felt a pair of eyes on her so she raised her gaze to find the young man with purple hair watching her. She didn’t need to look at him to see that he was without clothes. Before she could open her mouth to say something or walk away from him, the young man reached out quickly grabbing a hold of her wrist and yanked her to him. As soon as her body hit his, he held her in his strong arms kissing her lips hungrily. Trinity was shocked and aroused at the boldness of the young man but she was also angered. Her first instinct was to knee him in his groin for grabbing her but instead she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck and returning his fevered kiss. Their tongues twirled and wrestled within their mouths as they kissed.



Trunks groaned into the young woman's mouth as he felt her respond to his kiss. He slowly slipped his hands down her body dampening her clothing as he removed her shirt and tossed it to the floor. The Saiyan finally broke the kiss and lowered his lips down her jaw line towards her collarbone. He heard her moan softly as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive area. Her bra-covered breasts heaved against his chest arousing him even more as he continued to kiss her throat. As he busied himself kissing her neck, Trunks reached down and unbuttoned her pants before pulling them down her hips. Pulling himself away from her collarbone, Trunks turned the young woman around and forced her to bend towards the wall of the shower. Yanking down her panties the Saiyan took his member in his hand, lined it to her cunt and shoved into her without hesitation. The young woman cried out throwing her head back as she pushed back against him. Trunks held onto her hips and slammed into her enjoying the smack of his balls against her clit.



Trinity pressed her hands against the wall of the shower as the young man rammed her hard causing her breasts to say back and forth. The young woman moaned loudly as she pushed her hips back against his thrusts. She had never been taken in this fashion before. A man she didn't know had her bent over in the shower and was pumping his rock hard cock into her. Trinity cried out as she felt the young man grip her hips tightly in his fingertips as his speed and thrusts increased. Her legs were now wobbling almost unable to support her own weight as he pounded her. She knew by the way he thrusted into her that he was close to cumming and the young woman smiled to herself as she enclosed the walls of her pussy around his cock causing the young man to nearly lose control and cry out violently. He groaned as he slammed into her a few more times before spilling his seed deep with in her cunt. Trinity cried out herself slamming her hips back against him as she climaxed enjoying the warmth of his cum splashing against the walls of her pussy.



The two remained in that position for a length of time as their breathing slowed and calmed. Trunks pulled his now limp cock out of the young woman. He bent low, picking up his towel and walked away from her leaving her standing underneath the water with her pants around her ankles and her hair dripping wet. Slowly the young woman straightened herself and pulled her pants up around her hips. Buttoning them she realized that that was what she needed to get her mind off of her past. Count on a good quick fuck to get a girl ready... she maoned softly to herself as she bent down to pick up her t-shirt.



It was then that she realized her shirt was soaked through. A frown appeared on her face as she realized that shirt was the only one she had. Damn... she thought staring down at the shirt. Shaking her head the young woman slowly walked out to watch the rest of the Tournament. As she stood on the sidelines she felt that the outcome of this contest would affect her fate. "Fighting next is Number 81.... the mysterious Trinity... going against..... Galis... the might of Aris 5." Trinity stepped onto the ringed area. She watched as her opponent appeared as well. He was an ugly brute of a male alien. He was tall at 8 meters and could weigh as much as a ton. He had long purplish hair that he wore wild. His black eyes pierced eyes seemed to take in everything. Trinity smiled inwardly. Oooh... this should take all of five minutes.... he's all weight not real strength.



Trinity folded her arms over her chest watching Galis. "Shall I start??" she asked him calmly. "Galis shall start...." he grunted at her. The young woman felt herself roll her eyes. Perfect... he's stupid to boot... Galis charged at her with full force. He closed his fists together and jumped into the air He raised his hands above his head and as he landed on the ground he brought them down on her. The crowds cheered the massive brute as he stood raising his arms in the air, chanting his own name. When the smoke cleared, everyone including Galis was shocked to see Trinity standing before him with no mark on her body. The young woman seemed to not have moved an inch during the attack. She looked around at the ground surrounding her. Trinity stood in a crater four feet deep. She raised her blue eyes towards Galis who stared at her open mouthed.



"Well.... it seems that I am the one who has to start.." she said. "What... Galis hit you with a mighty attack." Trinity sighed as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. "If that was your mightiest attack then you are in serious trouble..." she said. The young woman leapt into the air and bent her body backwards. With amazing speed, Trinity gave Galis a fierce round-housed kick to his head. The blow forced Galis to his knees. He looked up and snarled at the young woman who stood before him. "You little bitch!" he stood up on his legs. His legs wobbled a little as he straightened himself. But the second he had his footing again, Trinity dropped to the ground and kicked his legs from underneath him. As the giant hit the dirt, his hand lashed out and grabbed Trinity by her ankle. The young woman smirked softly to herself as she knew what he was trying to do.



She allowed Galis to jerk her leg from underneath her and the girl hit the ground beside him. Galis moved quickly to pin her underneath him. He used his girth trying to smother her. Trinity slid her hand between their bodies. Moving her hand up onto his chest, she pushed up until he was forced off her. Trinity smiled up at the giant. "Want to see something cool? You'll like it. I guarantee it...." she whispered. Galis's eyes widened as he felt his body slowly feel as if his body was catching on fire. He opened his mouth but no words fell from his lips. The giant let out a strangled gasp as a blast opened his back illuminating the arena. Within seconds the same light was escaping from Galis's eyes, ears and mouth The crowd cheered as his body suddenly exploded into bloody pieces that rained from the heavens.



Trinity stood up from the ground. Her chest and arms were covered with blood. Her beautiful face had a splattered with blood. Her face was passive as she walked over to the announcer. "And the match goes to Trinity." The young woman stood beside him her face was blank and showed no sign of what she felt about winning. After the announcer was finished, Trinity stepped down from the ring and walked towards the locker room. As she entered, the young woman walked past the man who had captured her attention before the Tournament had started. "Do you think you can try that with well-trained fighters?" Trinity stopped and watched him out of the corner of her eyes. "He wasn't a real fighter," she said calmly. Her blue eyes focused on him.



Vegeta smirked and closed his eyes. "We will see how you do against someone with more power." The young woman turned her face towards him. There was something in her eyes that challenged him. "Yes.... you will...." she said simply before disappearing around a set of lockers. The Saiyan opened his eyes and stared after where she went. He knew from her tone that she had issued him a challenge. Vegeta grunted to himself. I am going to show her about true power...