Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Victory : Legends Never Die ❯ V ( Chapter 5 )
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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 | Updated On: 09.25.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 173 | 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 | Updated On: 09.25.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 173 | Status: Completed
Chapter V
She had used the Makankosappo! Piccolo's trademark move! Gohan's eyes bugged out of his head, yet he had no time to gawk, as Vejita let loose a powerful Final Flash. He and the others were forced to shield their eyes, bracing themselves against the collision of powers. The moment it subsided, Trunks was a blue and purple streak, flying towards his father, screaming his name.
Trunks reached the fallen warrior first. "Father!! Father? Are you alright?!" Trunks landed next to the weak Saiyajin Prince, who could barely find the strength to stand. His hair's yellow color faded, replaced by the darkest black, matching his eyes, which were heavy, a mix of pain, anger, and unfailing arrogance.
"I'm fine, brat." Vejita said slowly, yet he could see the small grin Trunks wore, as he used a familiar term of 'endearment' for his son. Returning his eyes to the crater their fight had formed, he waited for the smoke to dissapate, so that he could see what had become of the woman he'd fought.
"Who was that, Poppa?" Trunks started what would be a long questioning, but was distracted by the Son family, joining them.
"You okay, Vejita?" Gokou asked, a brow raised.
"Just peachy, Kakkarotto." He said, swallowing hard, still trying to catch his breath. The air was clearing, and Vejita wasn't about to engage in any pleasantries until he saw ...Kaeru was her name?.... Kaeru laying cold and dead.
But she wasn't. She was still standing, unaided. The appearance of the other men made her apprehensive, however, and she eyed them, sizing them up, it would seem. Trunks looked her up and down. Her gi, which he guessed was already old and frayed, showed heavy signs of damage. Black hair, which blended in with her clothing, had come loose from the braid at her back. The left side of her face was coated in blood, which ran from a gash at her hairline. Her eyes seemed distant, like she had detatched herself from the rest of the world.
"Truuuunnnnkkkssss....!!" A voice hissed. It was Gohan. "Snap out of it!" He looked over his shoulder, to see that he had taken several steps in her direction. His father glared at him from one open eye.
Gokou would have no more of this silence. Frankly, it was boring. "Eh... who are you?" He saw that she posed no danger. Infact, quite the opposite. It looked like she was a wild animal, about to bolt, for fear of her own life.
"Kaeru." came the whispered word.
"Kaeru? ...why did you do this to my father?" Trunks pleaded.
"He said he would kill me. I'm not about to just bow to him and let him have his way, simply because he is the Crown Prince." she said, her fists balling. Trunks sighed. He knew it was his father that had started the skirmish.
"Crown Prince? What's that mean to you?" Goten shrugged, eyeing her.
Kaeru looked to the left, her eyes focusing on something in the distance. She said nothing, as a long tail came around her left hip, wrapping loosely around her waist. All but Vejita were dumbfounded.
"Ho-lee SHIT." Goten blurted.
Gokou had a brief rememberance of the arrival of Radditzsu, as he found himself stuttering. "A-A-TAIL?!"
Trunks said nothing. Gohan took the initiative. "Ah... look... maybe we'd better got to Dende. I'm sure our new friend would like to rest and have some food. She can also explain herself there." Gohan's voice was inviting, yet surprisingly stern.
"Y-Yeah. You tell 'er, bro." Goten laughed, running his fingers through his wild black hair.
Gokou blinked, but nodded. "He's right. Come on, Kaeru. Let's get to Kami-sama's." Walking slowly to her, as to not alarm her, he extended a hand in friendship. "I'm Gokou."
She took it, carefully, smiling just a little. "Nice to meet you, Gokou."
"These are my sons, Gohan," At this, the eldest Son nodded. "And Goten."
"Howdy." Goten grinned, raising his left hand.
"Pleased to meet you." Kaeru's tone was much warmer.
"And of course, Trunks, and his father, Vejita."
From behind him, Vejita mumbled something about them already having met, which made her bow her head to hide a smile.
Gokou stifled a laugh. "Well... let's go." He stepped back, and the men lifted off off the ground. Kaeru followed, her ki aura sparking up, a bright green color. The trip was carried out in silence, until they reached the high perch of Heaven's Lookout, the white tiles immaculate, the elaborate building gleaming in the late afternoon sun. Gokou however, made a silent call to the others. For Kuririn and Yamucha to join them, and to bring the girls. They arrived from the opposite direction, Kuririn and his wife 18 hopping out of the Capsule car, Marron following eagerly. Yamucha and Puar arrived in his powder blue cruiser, Puar nestled in Yamucha's bristling hair.
"Where's Chi-Chi and Buruma?" Gokou asked, after clapping Kuririn and Yamucha on the back.
"They're coming later, with Videl and Pan. Pan's in the middle of a nap." Kuririn nodded, removing his baseball cap.
"Ah. Okay." Gokou nodded. At that moment, two figures emerged from the front door. One was tall and mighty, swathed in a white cloak. The other was smaller, but not hardly petite, carrying a wooden staff.
"Piccolo-san!" Gohan greeted his former teacher warmly, the taller man smiling kindly.
Kaeru's eyes were locked on the elder Nameckjin, squinting in the light. The pair finally emerged from the glare of light, making them fully visible, not just looming black shapes. When Kaeru saw just what they were, she went rigid, looking at the elder Nameckjin with wide, disbeleiving eyes.
Piccolo, who had been listening with genuine amusement to Vejita's ordeal, suddenly tore his attention away from Gohan. Kaeru was walking towards him, stiffly, like she was some sort of electronic toy whose batteries were dying.
Those around her could only watch, as Piccolo let her approach him, his body posture wary. Lifting her arms, to touch his face, Kaeru began babbling incoherently, in a language no one seemed to understand. The instant her fingertips brushed against his green skin, her eyes rolled up in her head, and she lost conciousness, her jaw slack. Piccolo's speed saved her, before she fell to the ground. Holding her in the crook of his left arm, he gaped at the strange woman, as the others raced over to him.
Gokou took her from the Nameckjin, laying her on the ground. "What happened?"
"I-I don't know." Piccolo stood, looking down at her. "She spoke to me in Nameckjin. Called me Gitah." His lips pressed into a thin line. "What's going on here?"
"Wait. Look." Gokou gasped, running his thumb along her upper lip, as her mouth opened partially. There, nestled in between her perfect, white teeth, were a set of perfect, white fangs.
She had used the Makankosappo! Piccolo's trademark move! Gohan's eyes bugged out of his head, yet he had no time to gawk, as Vejita let loose a powerful Final Flash. He and the others were forced to shield their eyes, bracing themselves against the collision of powers. The moment it subsided, Trunks was a blue and purple streak, flying towards his father, screaming his name.
Trunks reached the fallen warrior first. "Father!! Father? Are you alright?!" Trunks landed next to the weak Saiyajin Prince, who could barely find the strength to stand. His hair's yellow color faded, replaced by the darkest black, matching his eyes, which were heavy, a mix of pain, anger, and unfailing arrogance.
"I'm fine, brat." Vejita said slowly, yet he could see the small grin Trunks wore, as he used a familiar term of 'endearment' for his son. Returning his eyes to the crater their fight had formed, he waited for the smoke to dissapate, so that he could see what had become of the woman he'd fought.
"Who was that, Poppa?" Trunks started what would be a long questioning, but was distracted by the Son family, joining them.
"You okay, Vejita?" Gokou asked, a brow raised.
"Just peachy, Kakkarotto." He said, swallowing hard, still trying to catch his breath. The air was clearing, and Vejita wasn't about to engage in any pleasantries until he saw ...Kaeru was her name?.... Kaeru laying cold and dead.
But she wasn't. She was still standing, unaided. The appearance of the other men made her apprehensive, however, and she eyed them, sizing them up, it would seem. Trunks looked her up and down. Her gi, which he guessed was already old and frayed, showed heavy signs of damage. Black hair, which blended in with her clothing, had come loose from the braid at her back. The left side of her face was coated in blood, which ran from a gash at her hairline. Her eyes seemed distant, like she had detatched herself from the rest of the world.
"Truuuunnnnkkkssss....!!" A voice hissed. It was Gohan. "Snap out of it!" He looked over his shoulder, to see that he had taken several steps in her direction. His father glared at him from one open eye.
Gokou would have no more of this silence. Frankly, it was boring. "Eh... who are you?" He saw that she posed no danger. Infact, quite the opposite. It looked like she was a wild animal, about to bolt, for fear of her own life.
"Kaeru." came the whispered word.
"Kaeru? ...why did you do this to my father?" Trunks pleaded.
"He said he would kill me. I'm not about to just bow to him and let him have his way, simply because he is the Crown Prince." she said, her fists balling. Trunks sighed. He knew it was his father that had started the skirmish.
"Crown Prince? What's that mean to you?" Goten shrugged, eyeing her.
Kaeru looked to the left, her eyes focusing on something in the distance. She said nothing, as a long tail came around her left hip, wrapping loosely around her waist. All but Vejita were dumbfounded.
"Ho-lee SHIT." Goten blurted.
Gokou had a brief rememberance of the arrival of Radditzsu, as he found himself stuttering. "A-A-TAIL?!"
Trunks said nothing. Gohan took the initiative. "Ah... look... maybe we'd better got to Dende. I'm sure our new friend would like to rest and have some food. She can also explain herself there." Gohan's voice was inviting, yet surprisingly stern.
"Y-Yeah. You tell 'er, bro." Goten laughed, running his fingers through his wild black hair.
Gokou blinked, but nodded. "He's right. Come on, Kaeru. Let's get to Kami-sama's." Walking slowly to her, as to not alarm her, he extended a hand in friendship. "I'm Gokou."
She took it, carefully, smiling just a little. "Nice to meet you, Gokou."
"These are my sons, Gohan," At this, the eldest Son nodded. "And Goten."
"Howdy." Goten grinned, raising his left hand.
"Pleased to meet you." Kaeru's tone was much warmer.
"And of course, Trunks, and his father, Vejita."
From behind him, Vejita mumbled something about them already having met, which made her bow her head to hide a smile.
Gokou stifled a laugh. "Well... let's go." He stepped back, and the men lifted off off the ground. Kaeru followed, her ki aura sparking up, a bright green color. The trip was carried out in silence, until they reached the high perch of Heaven's Lookout, the white tiles immaculate, the elaborate building gleaming in the late afternoon sun. Gokou however, made a silent call to the others. For Kuririn and Yamucha to join them, and to bring the girls. They arrived from the opposite direction, Kuririn and his wife 18 hopping out of the Capsule car, Marron following eagerly. Yamucha and Puar arrived in his powder blue cruiser, Puar nestled in Yamucha's bristling hair.
"Where's Chi-Chi and Buruma?" Gokou asked, after clapping Kuririn and Yamucha on the back.
"They're coming later, with Videl and Pan. Pan's in the middle of a nap." Kuririn nodded, removing his baseball cap.
"Ah. Okay." Gokou nodded. At that moment, two figures emerged from the front door. One was tall and mighty, swathed in a white cloak. The other was smaller, but not hardly petite, carrying a wooden staff.
"Piccolo-san!" Gohan greeted his former teacher warmly, the taller man smiling kindly.
Kaeru's eyes were locked on the elder Nameckjin, squinting in the light. The pair finally emerged from the glare of light, making them fully visible, not just looming black shapes. When Kaeru saw just what they were, she went rigid, looking at the elder Nameckjin with wide, disbeleiving eyes.
Piccolo, who had been listening with genuine amusement to Vejita's ordeal, suddenly tore his attention away from Gohan. Kaeru was walking towards him, stiffly, like she was some sort of electronic toy whose batteries were dying.
Those around her could only watch, as Piccolo let her approach him, his body posture wary. Lifting her arms, to touch his face, Kaeru began babbling incoherently, in a language no one seemed to understand. The instant her fingertips brushed against his green skin, her eyes rolled up in her head, and she lost conciousness, her jaw slack. Piccolo's speed saved her, before she fell to the ground. Holding her in the crook of his left arm, he gaped at the strange woman, as the others raced over to him.
Gokou took her from the Nameckjin, laying her on the ground. "What happened?"
"I-I don't know." Piccolo stood, looking down at her. "She spoke to me in Nameckjin. Called me Gitah." His lips pressed into a thin line. "What's going on here?"
"Wait. Look." Gokou gasped, running his thumb along her upper lip, as her mouth opened partially. There, nestled in between her perfect, white teeth, were a set of perfect, white fangs.