Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Victory : Legends Never Die ❯ II ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Faia Saiyajin 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.25.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 213 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.25.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 213 | Status: Completed
Chapter II
Vejita flew high and fast, his mind whirling. How could she do this to him?! Trunks and Bra he could tolerate, barely... but what of this third child? He had to go through yet another exhilarating trip as a father?
Here he was, the mighty Vejita, scourge on the Galaxies, raising children?! The doting father, loving husband? When the hell did all this happen? He was the Crown Prince of the Saiyajin!
*...When there were Saiyajin...* He trailed off, his eyes closing for a moment. His people were no more. All that remained were he and Kakkarotto. Now there were half-breeds running about, and so on, and so forth, until their strain would get weak, diluted by human blood, until the Saiyajin were nothing more than a pathetic memory.
And just where was Kakkarotto, anyway? He had become scarce. Like Trunks. The peaceful days were having a profound effect on his ....allies. Heh. Kakkarotto. Son Gokou to the Chikyuujins. He should be the one to have a litter of children, with the way he was so docile and caring. But upset his life, or one of his friends, and he was a force to be reckoned with. He'd become the Legendary Super Saiyajin over the loss of his friend Kuririn. That pea-brained monk. Even he had settled down. With an Android, no less. Vejita shook his head.
He remembered the past few years well. The defeat of Radditzsu. Followed by Nappa, the Ginyu Force, Furieza, the Androids, and Majin Buu. Gokou was the hero. Vejita had reconciled himself to live in the shadow of Kakkarotto. They were all such wonderful people, he sneered. His self-righteous son, Gohan, supposedly the strongest of them all. Then there was that green freak, Piccolo. He was another one. High and mighty, simply because his other half was the ex-God of this pathetic planet.
And here he was, growing complacent. Had he not been drawn into this circle, he would still be out, having a meaning to his life. Instead of being a slave to his family, he would be a slave to Furieza. His world hadn't collapsed yet. He still had something to work for. To become the strongest warrior in the universe. To avenge the death of his entire race. But once again, Kakkarotto came out on top. He had defeated Furieza, when he'd been killed. Kakkarotto had grown stronger with ease, while he himself had to train to near death. That had all changed when Babidi had arrived. But once again, he failed.
He accepted the Majin power only to outshine Gokou for a few brief moments. Then the time came, when he would destroy himself... in order... in order to save this little blue marble, and his family.
Weakling. How he despised that word. It had been plaguing his mind ever since the old days. But he was. He was a weakling. No matter how strong he became, how determined, he would never be stronger than his rival.
*It's because of his pure heart. His intentions are good.* Vejita's mind hissed. He felt lost, unneeded, discarded. There was nothing for him to do now. And speaking of lost... where was he, anyway?
He stopped abruptly, his powerstreams catching up with him. He hadn't paid a bit of attention to where he was going. The Capsule Corporation was nowhere in sight. The same went for any sort of civilization.
Rotating in a slow circle, Vejita tried to get his bearings. To the east, he felt it, like a flashbulb exploding in his mind. A high power level, held dormant and in check, like Trunks did. Heh. Trunks. When he was born, Vejita was less than thrilled. But he had turned out to be an excellent fighter, even pitting his skill against Kakkarotto, and proving his Saiyajin heritage against Cell and Majin Buu. But now, it was quiet. Everyone had gone off, to live their own lives.
He followed this blip of energy, expecting to see the city, his home the tallest building on the horizon. Instead, nothing came. Just a large grassy field, the overgrown weeds blowing gently in the light breeze.
But that power level had drawn him here. "Trunks..?" He said aloud, confused. Pinpointing the ki, he tracked it to someone, meditating in the grasses. He quirked his head. It was a woman, by the shape of it. "A... woman?" he smiled cruelly. With strength such as that? "Feh. Nonsense. Time to investigate." He dropped to his feet, his white boots dusted in loose soil as he walked.
It was a woman. She was floating above the grass, her eyes closed. The ki he had sensed did indeed belong to her. Odd...
"Hey, you!" he barked. "Who are you?"
She opened one eye, then the other, looking at him. The woman didn't reply, just drifted higher, like a balloon. Vejita followed.
"Didn't you hear me, woman? I asked you a question! Who are you?!" He hovered inches before her, standing straight and tall, looking regal in his usual blue bodysuit.
She rolled her eyes, still floating cross-legged, hands on her knees. Her gi, faded and black, had seen better days..
Vejita was furious. He spoke, sounding like he did ages ago, his voice raspy and arrogant. "Do you know who you are dealing with?! I'm sure, that with even your pathetic abilities, you know what I am capable of doing to you!"
She gazed at him levely, ignoring the strands of hair that brushed her cheeks. "I knew you were coming, even before you knew. Your energy is much like you. Obnoxious and boisterous. If you ever want to sneak up on your opponent, I suggest you cool your head."
Vejita snarled. "You impudent witch!" His hands balled into fists. She continued.
"I don't know who you are, but I know what you are capable of." She poorly concealed a smirk. "You pose no threat to me."
"I'll kill you!!" He prepared to lunge for her, and tear her limb from limb.
She held out a hand, stopping him. "You mean you aren't going to gloat more? Come on... I'd prefer it if I at least received your name. After all, I am going to die, or so you say. What's the harm in knowing who's doing the deed?" Her smug words only infuriated him more.
"I am Vejita. Mighty Saiyajin Prince!" The addition of 'Mighty Saiyajin Prince' wasn't necessary, of course. Odds were she was too backwards to even realize it. But it helped to inflate his ego.
Her jaw went slack. "S-Saiyajin?"
Vejita smirked. "Apparently you've heard of me."
"You could say that." She relaxed her body, matching the way he stood. Arms at her sides, feet shoulder width apart. "Anyway... back to the whole killing me thing. Get on with it...." She gestured with her left hand for him to finish.
"As you wish, woman."
"Kaeru. Call me Kaeru." She said flatly. Vejita wasn't phased by her words.
Instead he lunged for her, his ki sparking up. He was a flurry of fists and feet, raining down blow after blow.
And she dodged them all. On his last punch, she caught his fist in her own. Before he could react, her left knee came up, slamming into his abdomen. He drifted backwards, somewhat surprised.
"Impressive, I assure you." He gloated.
"Yeah well... you ain't half bad yourself."
"I take that as a compliment." His body pitched forward, both hands facing her, palms out. The energy sphere hurtled towards her, closing the distance between them rapidly.
This woman simply cocked her head to the side, bathed in the yellow light of the Galick-Ho. "Interesting..." she whispered, unimpressed. Kaeru bolted to the left, as it whizzed past her, and into a few trees that dotted the edge of the meadow. They were reduced to toothpicks.
Vejita was dumbfounded, as she drew back her left arm. Her wrist bulged unnaturally, as she punched the air, the energy she had collected in the arm fired at a high speed.
Opening his hands and absorbing the BakurikimaHa, Vejita was propelled backwards by the recoil. Within moments, Kaeru followed her attack, assaulting him with a volley of high speed kicks and punches.
He blocked a great deal of them, dodging the rest, and on her last kick, one that could have knocked his head off, he grasped her ankle, and twisted his body, intending to catapult her behind him, and savagely attack her exposed back.
That's when he saw it, as she swung by him.
His eyes went wide, and he released her.
She had a tail.
Vejita flew high and fast, his mind whirling. How could she do this to him?! Trunks and Bra he could tolerate, barely... but what of this third child? He had to go through yet another exhilarating trip as a father?
Here he was, the mighty Vejita, scourge on the Galaxies, raising children?! The doting father, loving husband? When the hell did all this happen? He was the Crown Prince of the Saiyajin!
*...When there were Saiyajin...* He trailed off, his eyes closing for a moment. His people were no more. All that remained were he and Kakkarotto. Now there were half-breeds running about, and so on, and so forth, until their strain would get weak, diluted by human blood, until the Saiyajin were nothing more than a pathetic memory.
And just where was Kakkarotto, anyway? He had become scarce. Like Trunks. The peaceful days were having a profound effect on his ....allies. Heh. Kakkarotto. Son Gokou to the Chikyuujins. He should be the one to have a litter of children, with the way he was so docile and caring. But upset his life, or one of his friends, and he was a force to be reckoned with. He'd become the Legendary Super Saiyajin over the loss of his friend Kuririn. That pea-brained monk. Even he had settled down. With an Android, no less. Vejita shook his head.
He remembered the past few years well. The defeat of Radditzsu. Followed by Nappa, the Ginyu Force, Furieza, the Androids, and Majin Buu. Gokou was the hero. Vejita had reconciled himself to live in the shadow of Kakkarotto. They were all such wonderful people, he sneered. His self-righteous son, Gohan, supposedly the strongest of them all. Then there was that green freak, Piccolo. He was another one. High and mighty, simply because his other half was the ex-God of this pathetic planet.
And here he was, growing complacent. Had he not been drawn into this circle, he would still be out, having a meaning to his life. Instead of being a slave to his family, he would be a slave to Furieza. His world hadn't collapsed yet. He still had something to work for. To become the strongest warrior in the universe. To avenge the death of his entire race. But once again, Kakkarotto came out on top. He had defeated Furieza, when he'd been killed. Kakkarotto had grown stronger with ease, while he himself had to train to near death. That had all changed when Babidi had arrived. But once again, he failed.
He accepted the Majin power only to outshine Gokou for a few brief moments. Then the time came, when he would destroy himself... in order... in order to save this little blue marble, and his family.
Weakling. How he despised that word. It had been plaguing his mind ever since the old days. But he was. He was a weakling. No matter how strong he became, how determined, he would never be stronger than his rival.
*It's because of his pure heart. His intentions are good.* Vejita's mind hissed. He felt lost, unneeded, discarded. There was nothing for him to do now. And speaking of lost... where was he, anyway?
He stopped abruptly, his powerstreams catching up with him. He hadn't paid a bit of attention to where he was going. The Capsule Corporation was nowhere in sight. The same went for any sort of civilization.
Rotating in a slow circle, Vejita tried to get his bearings. To the east, he felt it, like a flashbulb exploding in his mind. A high power level, held dormant and in check, like Trunks did. Heh. Trunks. When he was born, Vejita was less than thrilled. But he had turned out to be an excellent fighter, even pitting his skill against Kakkarotto, and proving his Saiyajin heritage against Cell and Majin Buu. But now, it was quiet. Everyone had gone off, to live their own lives.
He followed this blip of energy, expecting to see the city, his home the tallest building on the horizon. Instead, nothing came. Just a large grassy field, the overgrown weeds blowing gently in the light breeze.
But that power level had drawn him here. "Trunks..?" He said aloud, confused. Pinpointing the ki, he tracked it to someone, meditating in the grasses. He quirked his head. It was a woman, by the shape of it. "A... woman?" he smiled cruelly. With strength such as that? "Feh. Nonsense. Time to investigate." He dropped to his feet, his white boots dusted in loose soil as he walked.
It was a woman. She was floating above the grass, her eyes closed. The ki he had sensed did indeed belong to her. Odd...
"Hey, you!" he barked. "Who are you?"
She opened one eye, then the other, looking at him. The woman didn't reply, just drifted higher, like a balloon. Vejita followed.
"Didn't you hear me, woman? I asked you a question! Who are you?!" He hovered inches before her, standing straight and tall, looking regal in his usual blue bodysuit.
She rolled her eyes, still floating cross-legged, hands on her knees. Her gi, faded and black, had seen better days..
Vejita was furious. He spoke, sounding like he did ages ago, his voice raspy and arrogant. "Do you know who you are dealing with?! I'm sure, that with even your pathetic abilities, you know what I am capable of doing to you!"
She gazed at him levely, ignoring the strands of hair that brushed her cheeks. "I knew you were coming, even before you knew. Your energy is much like you. Obnoxious and boisterous. If you ever want to sneak up on your opponent, I suggest you cool your head."
Vejita snarled. "You impudent witch!" His hands balled into fists. She continued.
"I don't know who you are, but I know what you are capable of." She poorly concealed a smirk. "You pose no threat to me."
"I'll kill you!!" He prepared to lunge for her, and tear her limb from limb.
She held out a hand, stopping him. "You mean you aren't going to gloat more? Come on... I'd prefer it if I at least received your name. After all, I am going to die, or so you say. What's the harm in knowing who's doing the deed?" Her smug words only infuriated him more.
"I am Vejita. Mighty Saiyajin Prince!" The addition of 'Mighty Saiyajin Prince' wasn't necessary, of course. Odds were she was too backwards to even realize it. But it helped to inflate his ego.
Her jaw went slack. "S-Saiyajin?"
Vejita smirked. "Apparently you've heard of me."
"You could say that." She relaxed her body, matching the way he stood. Arms at her sides, feet shoulder width apart. "Anyway... back to the whole killing me thing. Get on with it...." She gestured with her left hand for him to finish.
"As you wish, woman."
"Kaeru. Call me Kaeru." She said flatly. Vejita wasn't phased by her words.
Instead he lunged for her, his ki sparking up. He was a flurry of fists and feet, raining down blow after blow.
And she dodged them all. On his last punch, she caught his fist in her own. Before he could react, her left knee came up, slamming into his abdomen. He drifted backwards, somewhat surprised.
"Impressive, I assure you." He gloated.
"Yeah well... you ain't half bad yourself."
"I take that as a compliment." His body pitched forward, both hands facing her, palms out. The energy sphere hurtled towards her, closing the distance between them rapidly.
This woman simply cocked her head to the side, bathed in the yellow light of the Galick-Ho. "Interesting..." she whispered, unimpressed. Kaeru bolted to the left, as it whizzed past her, and into a few trees that dotted the edge of the meadow. They were reduced to toothpicks.
Vejita was dumbfounded, as she drew back her left arm. Her wrist bulged unnaturally, as she punched the air, the energy she had collected in the arm fired at a high speed.
Opening his hands and absorbing the BakurikimaHa, Vejita was propelled backwards by the recoil. Within moments, Kaeru followed her attack, assaulting him with a volley of high speed kicks and punches.
He blocked a great deal of them, dodging the rest, and on her last kick, one that could have knocked his head off, he grasped her ankle, and twisted his body, intending to catapult her behind him, and savagely attack her exposed back.
That's when he saw it, as she swung by him.
His eyes went wide, and he released her.
She had a tail.