Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Victory : Legends Never Die ❯ VII ( Chapter 7 )
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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: 2.2K | Visits: 169 | 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: 2.2K | Visits: 169 | Status: Completed
Chapter VII
"And as they say, the rest was history." she finished, rubbing her hands on the thighs of her gi. "Gitah died, and I lived alone, with no stable shelter. I wandered around from place to place, a homeless vagabond. That was 285 years ago."
Her audience was beyond words. Gokou's mouth was a small round 'o' shape, and he blinked repeatedly.
"Of course, I did know of the battles that had gone on during recent years. I began to feel as if I knew you all, because I had watched your abilities skyrocket, to an unimaginable proportion. It escaped my knowledge, however, that a few of you were the decendants of my own race..." she smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of her head.
It was obvious that she bore the mark of years of hard training. Trunks could see that by just looking at her. She stood proud, back straight, feet shoulder-width apart, like his father. But at the same time, she wasn't tense, or on edge. Every movement was fluid. She was a deadly combination of Saiyajin and Nameckjin, made immortal.
It was obvious that those assembled were enraptured at this strange newcomer. Even Piccolo was eying her. Although, he was more interested in the way she fought. Sparring against someone who had done nothing but train for two hundred years would prove interesting. His eyes drifted over those around him. From the get-go, he knew that Trunks was infatuated with her, and Goten wasn't far behind.
He snorted, when he came across Vejita. *She beat the cockiness right out of the squirt. And with just cause. He was due for his daily beating...* The corner of his mouth twisted up into a wry grin. The wheels in Vejita's odd-shaped head were spinning, Piccolo could see that a mile away. The Prince kept looking from Kaeru to Buruma, and back again. That's when it dawned on him. *Wait.. why is he... ah shit. Face it, Piccolo. Vejita's always going to have a half-track mind, be he married or not.*
Kuririn and Gokou were talking to each other, the monk glancing over at the Saiyajin woman, who was looking at the horizon, lost in her own little world.
"Man... Muten Roshi is going to have a fit when he sees her.." he chuckled, knowing that his lecherous former teacher would indeed try everything in his power to score a date with the girl.
"Hehe... yeah, probably. Hey, that gives me an idea." Looking to the crowd of his friends, Gokou cleared his throat. "Whadda you guys say to having an old-fashioned reunion later tonight? I mean, it's been ages since we've been together."
"Great idea!" Buruma chimed in. "But... we're having the patio re-tiled at my place..." She put a hand to her chin, thinking. The last time Goten and Trunks had sparred, Goten had dug a trench through her porch, with his back. From then on, fighting was forbidden outside of the training rooms inside the Capsule Corporation building.
"You are welcome to have it here." Dende said quietly. "There is plenty of room."
"All right! Thanks, Dende!" Gokou cheered. "So, I guess we meet here, at sundown?"
"Yeah!" Came the unanimous response. Gohan looked over at Kaeru.
"Will you come, too?"
Glancing at him over her shoulder, Kaeru smiled, and nodded once.
The crowd dispersed, not long after that, each to prepare their own specialties for the much-needed reunion. Kaeru was left alone on the Lookout.
Dende stood beside her. "What are your plans now, Kaeru?"
"I don't know, Kami-sama. Everything changed so abruptly." she shrugged, crossing her arms.
"If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." the young God said softly.
"I couldn't impose, Kami-" Kaeru began.
"Don't be silly. You said you have no home, and it would be very rude of me to not offer you one here. And please, call me Dende."
"All... right, Dende." she smiled kindly. "Thank you very much."
"It's all a part of my job, Kaeru. Please, make yourself at home." And with that, Dende turned, and headed towards the main building, his wooden staff poking into the seams between the white tiles.
Taking a few breaths, Kaeru closed her eyes. "Was this the destiny you spoke of, father? It's been so long, Sensei, since I have asked you for guidance. Is this the life I am to lead?"
"I believe so." Someone behind her said suddenly, his voice rich and deep, speaking in Nameckjin. Kaeru pivoted, nearly loosing her balance.
"Oh! Piccolo-san. You startled me." she sighed, pushing her hair from her face. "I'm just... I dunno. I'm confused. It's taking me a while to absorb today's events."
"That I understand. The people I associate myself with aren't exactly... commonplace." he nodded, crossing his arms. "Especially the little Princeling."
Kaeru stifled a giggle. "I agree! Someone should tell him that just because his head is pointed, it doesn't mean he's sharp!" Her giggles escalated into laughter, which was cut short by a grimace.
"Something the matter?" he asked, a brow raised.
She'd put an arm around her waist, her breath hissing through her teeth. "I must have injured my ribs during my fight with Vejita. I didn't notice until now.." Lifting her shirt to reveal her muscular torso, Piccolo was alarmed to see that one side of her body was a deep purple. "Yep. I did something..."
"Follow me." the Nameckjin said, turning to the large central building. Confused, Kaeru trailed behind him, silent.
Down the main hallway, Piccolo made a left, into another hallway. From there, he entered a closed door on the right.
"Eh...?"
"It's my personal quarters." he muttered, swerving around the large bed in the center of the room. It was sparcely decorated, with only one dresser. The bed was covered in blankets of sky-blue silk.
"But you...ah... have a bed.."
"It was here when I moved in. I don't really bother with it." he snorted. "Sit there, and I'll be right back."
Kaeru obeyed, as he went into the hallway. Leaning a little on her hands, she looked around, her eyes falling on a wall hanging. The words were written in Nameckjin, and Kaeru had no problem reading them.
"Visions without actions are daydreams. Actions without visions are nightmares." Studying the words, Kaeru didn't hear Piccolo return.
He glanced for a moment at the plaque, and took a deep breath. She turned her head to look at him.
"Very poetic. And undoubtedly true."
"Thank you. It belonged to my other half."
"Eh?" Raising a brow, she looked at him, bewildered.
"I'll explain. But first, let me take care of this." Gesturing to her ribs, Piccolo knelt at her feet, holding a small red jar, and a roll of cloth. "Lie back, while I bind your ribs."
"Oh...kay." she complied, lying back. At the same time, she lifted her shirt to reveal her damaged ribs. She listened while Piccolo unscrewed the jar. A strange smell filled the room, pleasant and exotic. "What's that?"
"A healing salve Dende made." he said simply, scooping a small portion out, and began to rub it gently into the purple marks in her flesh.
"Ah."
"But as I was saying.. that scroll..." he looked over at it briefly. "Belonged to my other half. He was the ex-God of Earth."
"I'm assuming he was a Nameckjin?"
"Yes. The eldest son of a scholar named Katatsu. He was sent away from the planet, to escape the storm that nearly decimated the population. When he arrived here, he underwent the training to become Kami-sama. And to be a God, you need to be pure. So he banished the evil in his heart. He split in twain, one half of him becoming Kami-sama, and the other half becoming what the Chikyuujins called Piccolo Daimaoh. He swore that he would rule the planet, and would have succeeded, had he not fought against Gokou in the Tenka-Ichi Boudoukai. Gokou killed him, but before he died, he regurgitated an egg. And that egg was...me."
Kaeru was enraptured in his story, and Piccolo smiled a little. "Lift up. Time to wrap them." Sitting up carefully, she opened her arms to let hims begin to bind her ribs. He continued his story. "I was born, with my father's memories and desire to conquer. And while my other father was ruling as God, I continued my father's mission. Gokou was my sworn enemy. But after the arrival of Radditzu, I underwent a change. I took the young Gohan under my care, and trained him. Vejita and Nappa were coming, and Gokou had died. After that, I gave up my evil ways. A while later, I fused with another Nameckjin named Nail, and then, Dende was instated as Kami-sama. The old Kami-sama and I fused together, because, if he were to die, I would too. It also reciprocated, and that made for a bad idea, especially for using the Dragonballs."
This was where Kaeru got confused. "Nail? ...and you have Dragonballs here as well?"
Piccolo smiled, as he finished his task. Her ribs were wrapped in layers of white cloth, tight enough to support, yet loose enough to not cause more damage. "Yes. Shortly after his reign as Kami-sama, he created a set of Dragonballs for this planet. As for Nail.. well... there is a great deal more to explain. Perhaps later, Gokou and the others will tell you the tale. For a duration of that battle, I was dead, training under the South Kaio-sama."
Kaeru only blinked. "Ah. Okay. You must have had some interesting adventures." She knew of the four directional Kaio-samas, and the Kaio-shins above them. But it was strange to think that these people had met with each of the Gods in the universal heirarchy.
"Indeed. My life has taken many unexpected turns, beyond even my wildest dreams." he said quietly. Remaining on one knee, he smiled. "All finished." Standing, Piccolo turned to remove his cloak and turban. The turban slipped from his fingers, and landed with a heavy thud on the floor. "Damn."
"You train with weighted clothing?"
Piccolo nodded, and picked up the article. "It's become almost second nature, now."
"I know how you feel."
"You do?"
"You're not the only one, you know." Standing, with a mischevious grin on her face, Kaeru tossed her braid over her shoulder. Promptly removing her shirt, she dropped it on the floor, purposly. Piccolo was too stunned to initially hear the loud noise. She stood there, hands on her hips. Her chest was bound in white cloth, a homemade version of the undergarments Chikyuujin women wore.
Managing to tear her eyes from her body, he looked down at the shirt she had dropped. It had dented the floor somewhat. He blinked, and tried to lift the clothing. It surprised him to discover that he couldn't. Well, easily, anyway.
"Five hunj."
"WHAT?!" Piccolo's head jerked up, staring at her incredulously.
"The shirt. Weighs five hundred pounds." She laughed, and picked it up like it were nothing. Putting it on, she then unwrapped each wrist. They were wrapped like a fighter, and she held out each roll. "Another 200 apiece. And an even 400 on my legs." The arches of her bare feet, and part of her ankles were done in dark grey gymnast's tape.
"That's over a thousand pounds." Piccolo said, dumfounded.
"Yep. Well... being alive for as long as I have... you have a long time to train." she shrugged, using immortality as an excuse.
"That's incredible."
"I know." she grinned, rewrapping the fabric on her arms. "Oh.. and 60 on my tail." She snickered, as the appendage came 'round, a thick leather band wrapped around its midsection. "Just in case, you know."
Looking down at her, Piccolo shook his head. She was an odd one, she was. And most likely, unbelievably strong. He was going to say something, but Kaeru yawned.
"Man... today's events have really worn me out."
Piccolo smiled. "I can only imagine."
"I'm going to go find a room. I need some sleep. It's been a week since I've had some shut eye. A power nap would do me some good."
"You can stay here." he found himself saying.
"Uhm..."
"It's alright. I have some things to take care of." Mostly, it was a lie. He was feeling strange. Kaeru's presence was doing something funny to him.
"Okay..."
"Yes. So you can sleep here for a few hours, and I'll wake you intime for the...ah.. party." He stood by the door, looking at her over her shoulder.
Kaeru was undoing her wild braid as it hung over her left shoulder. Detanging it with her fingers, she smiled sweetly, making no effort to conceal her fangs. "...Thank you, Piccolo."
"You're quite welcome, Kaeru. Sleep well."
She watched him leave, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway. Only when the door was shut tightly, and when she was sure he was starting down the hallway, did she sigh, flopping back onto the soft pillows. "Oh, Kami-sama..." Putting both hands to her face, she rubbed her eyes. Moving them upwards, into her hair, she smiled a little, nibbling on her lower lip. "I think I'm in love." Tucking her arms behind her head, she closed her eyes. "Thank you, Sensei."
"And as they say, the rest was history." she finished, rubbing her hands on the thighs of her gi. "Gitah died, and I lived alone, with no stable shelter. I wandered around from place to place, a homeless vagabond. That was 285 years ago."
Her audience was beyond words. Gokou's mouth was a small round 'o' shape, and he blinked repeatedly.
"Of course, I did know of the battles that had gone on during recent years. I began to feel as if I knew you all, because I had watched your abilities skyrocket, to an unimaginable proportion. It escaped my knowledge, however, that a few of you were the decendants of my own race..." she smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of her head.
It was obvious that she bore the mark of years of hard training. Trunks could see that by just looking at her. She stood proud, back straight, feet shoulder-width apart, like his father. But at the same time, she wasn't tense, or on edge. Every movement was fluid. She was a deadly combination of Saiyajin and Nameckjin, made immortal.
It was obvious that those assembled were enraptured at this strange newcomer. Even Piccolo was eying her. Although, he was more interested in the way she fought. Sparring against someone who had done nothing but train for two hundred years would prove interesting. His eyes drifted over those around him. From the get-go, he knew that Trunks was infatuated with her, and Goten wasn't far behind.
He snorted, when he came across Vejita. *She beat the cockiness right out of the squirt. And with just cause. He was due for his daily beating...* The corner of his mouth twisted up into a wry grin. The wheels in Vejita's odd-shaped head were spinning, Piccolo could see that a mile away. The Prince kept looking from Kaeru to Buruma, and back again. That's when it dawned on him. *Wait.. why is he... ah shit. Face it, Piccolo. Vejita's always going to have a half-track mind, be he married or not.*
Kuririn and Gokou were talking to each other, the monk glancing over at the Saiyajin woman, who was looking at the horizon, lost in her own little world.
"Man... Muten Roshi is going to have a fit when he sees her.." he chuckled, knowing that his lecherous former teacher would indeed try everything in his power to score a date with the girl.
"Hehe... yeah, probably. Hey, that gives me an idea." Looking to the crowd of his friends, Gokou cleared his throat. "Whadda you guys say to having an old-fashioned reunion later tonight? I mean, it's been ages since we've been together."
"Great idea!" Buruma chimed in. "But... we're having the patio re-tiled at my place..." She put a hand to her chin, thinking. The last time Goten and Trunks had sparred, Goten had dug a trench through her porch, with his back. From then on, fighting was forbidden outside of the training rooms inside the Capsule Corporation building.
"You are welcome to have it here." Dende said quietly. "There is plenty of room."
"All right! Thanks, Dende!" Gokou cheered. "So, I guess we meet here, at sundown?"
"Yeah!" Came the unanimous response. Gohan looked over at Kaeru.
"Will you come, too?"
Glancing at him over her shoulder, Kaeru smiled, and nodded once.
The crowd dispersed, not long after that, each to prepare their own specialties for the much-needed reunion. Kaeru was left alone on the Lookout.
Dende stood beside her. "What are your plans now, Kaeru?"
"I don't know, Kami-sama. Everything changed so abruptly." she shrugged, crossing her arms.
"If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." the young God said softly.
"I couldn't impose, Kami-" Kaeru began.
"Don't be silly. You said you have no home, and it would be very rude of me to not offer you one here. And please, call me Dende."
"All... right, Dende." she smiled kindly. "Thank you very much."
"It's all a part of my job, Kaeru. Please, make yourself at home." And with that, Dende turned, and headed towards the main building, his wooden staff poking into the seams between the white tiles.
Taking a few breaths, Kaeru closed her eyes. "Was this the destiny you spoke of, father? It's been so long, Sensei, since I have asked you for guidance. Is this the life I am to lead?"
"I believe so." Someone behind her said suddenly, his voice rich and deep, speaking in Nameckjin. Kaeru pivoted, nearly loosing her balance.
"Oh! Piccolo-san. You startled me." she sighed, pushing her hair from her face. "I'm just... I dunno. I'm confused. It's taking me a while to absorb today's events."
"That I understand. The people I associate myself with aren't exactly... commonplace." he nodded, crossing his arms. "Especially the little Princeling."
Kaeru stifled a giggle. "I agree! Someone should tell him that just because his head is pointed, it doesn't mean he's sharp!" Her giggles escalated into laughter, which was cut short by a grimace.
"Something the matter?" he asked, a brow raised.
She'd put an arm around her waist, her breath hissing through her teeth. "I must have injured my ribs during my fight with Vejita. I didn't notice until now.." Lifting her shirt to reveal her muscular torso, Piccolo was alarmed to see that one side of her body was a deep purple. "Yep. I did something..."
"Follow me." the Nameckjin said, turning to the large central building. Confused, Kaeru trailed behind him, silent.
Down the main hallway, Piccolo made a left, into another hallway. From there, he entered a closed door on the right.
"Eh...?"
"It's my personal quarters." he muttered, swerving around the large bed in the center of the room. It was sparcely decorated, with only one dresser. The bed was covered in blankets of sky-blue silk.
"But you...ah... have a bed.."
"It was here when I moved in. I don't really bother with it." he snorted. "Sit there, and I'll be right back."
Kaeru obeyed, as he went into the hallway. Leaning a little on her hands, she looked around, her eyes falling on a wall hanging. The words were written in Nameckjin, and Kaeru had no problem reading them.
"Visions without actions are daydreams. Actions without visions are nightmares." Studying the words, Kaeru didn't hear Piccolo return.
He glanced for a moment at the plaque, and took a deep breath. She turned her head to look at him.
"Very poetic. And undoubtedly true."
"Thank you. It belonged to my other half."
"Eh?" Raising a brow, she looked at him, bewildered.
"I'll explain. But first, let me take care of this." Gesturing to her ribs, Piccolo knelt at her feet, holding a small red jar, and a roll of cloth. "Lie back, while I bind your ribs."
"Oh...kay." she complied, lying back. At the same time, she lifted her shirt to reveal her damaged ribs. She listened while Piccolo unscrewed the jar. A strange smell filled the room, pleasant and exotic. "What's that?"
"A healing salve Dende made." he said simply, scooping a small portion out, and began to rub it gently into the purple marks in her flesh.
"Ah."
"But as I was saying.. that scroll..." he looked over at it briefly. "Belonged to my other half. He was the ex-God of Earth."
"I'm assuming he was a Nameckjin?"
"Yes. The eldest son of a scholar named Katatsu. He was sent away from the planet, to escape the storm that nearly decimated the population. When he arrived here, he underwent the training to become Kami-sama. And to be a God, you need to be pure. So he banished the evil in his heart. He split in twain, one half of him becoming Kami-sama, and the other half becoming what the Chikyuujins called Piccolo Daimaoh. He swore that he would rule the planet, and would have succeeded, had he not fought against Gokou in the Tenka-Ichi Boudoukai. Gokou killed him, but before he died, he regurgitated an egg. And that egg was...me."
Kaeru was enraptured in his story, and Piccolo smiled a little. "Lift up. Time to wrap them." Sitting up carefully, she opened her arms to let hims begin to bind her ribs. He continued his story. "I was born, with my father's memories and desire to conquer. And while my other father was ruling as God, I continued my father's mission. Gokou was my sworn enemy. But after the arrival of Radditzu, I underwent a change. I took the young Gohan under my care, and trained him. Vejita and Nappa were coming, and Gokou had died. After that, I gave up my evil ways. A while later, I fused with another Nameckjin named Nail, and then, Dende was instated as Kami-sama. The old Kami-sama and I fused together, because, if he were to die, I would too. It also reciprocated, and that made for a bad idea, especially for using the Dragonballs."
This was where Kaeru got confused. "Nail? ...and you have Dragonballs here as well?"
Piccolo smiled, as he finished his task. Her ribs were wrapped in layers of white cloth, tight enough to support, yet loose enough to not cause more damage. "Yes. Shortly after his reign as Kami-sama, he created a set of Dragonballs for this planet. As for Nail.. well... there is a great deal more to explain. Perhaps later, Gokou and the others will tell you the tale. For a duration of that battle, I was dead, training under the South Kaio-sama."
Kaeru only blinked. "Ah. Okay. You must have had some interesting adventures." She knew of the four directional Kaio-samas, and the Kaio-shins above them. But it was strange to think that these people had met with each of the Gods in the universal heirarchy.
"Indeed. My life has taken many unexpected turns, beyond even my wildest dreams." he said quietly. Remaining on one knee, he smiled. "All finished." Standing, Piccolo turned to remove his cloak and turban. The turban slipped from his fingers, and landed with a heavy thud on the floor. "Damn."
"You train with weighted clothing?"
Piccolo nodded, and picked up the article. "It's become almost second nature, now."
"I know how you feel."
"You do?"
"You're not the only one, you know." Standing, with a mischevious grin on her face, Kaeru tossed her braid over her shoulder. Promptly removing her shirt, she dropped it on the floor, purposly. Piccolo was too stunned to initially hear the loud noise. She stood there, hands on her hips. Her chest was bound in white cloth, a homemade version of the undergarments Chikyuujin women wore.
Managing to tear her eyes from her body, he looked down at the shirt she had dropped. It had dented the floor somewhat. He blinked, and tried to lift the clothing. It surprised him to discover that he couldn't. Well, easily, anyway.
"Five hunj."
"WHAT?!" Piccolo's head jerked up, staring at her incredulously.
"The shirt. Weighs five hundred pounds." She laughed, and picked it up like it were nothing. Putting it on, she then unwrapped each wrist. They were wrapped like a fighter, and she held out each roll. "Another 200 apiece. And an even 400 on my legs." The arches of her bare feet, and part of her ankles were done in dark grey gymnast's tape.
"That's over a thousand pounds." Piccolo said, dumfounded.
"Yep. Well... being alive for as long as I have... you have a long time to train." she shrugged, using immortality as an excuse.
"That's incredible."
"I know." she grinned, rewrapping the fabric on her arms. "Oh.. and 60 on my tail." She snickered, as the appendage came 'round, a thick leather band wrapped around its midsection. "Just in case, you know."
Looking down at her, Piccolo shook his head. She was an odd one, she was. And most likely, unbelievably strong. He was going to say something, but Kaeru yawned.
"Man... today's events have really worn me out."
Piccolo smiled. "I can only imagine."
"I'm going to go find a room. I need some sleep. It's been a week since I've had some shut eye. A power nap would do me some good."
"You can stay here." he found himself saying.
"Uhm..."
"It's alright. I have some things to take care of." Mostly, it was a lie. He was feeling strange. Kaeru's presence was doing something funny to him.
"Okay..."
"Yes. So you can sleep here for a few hours, and I'll wake you intime for the...ah.. party." He stood by the door, looking at her over her shoulder.
Kaeru was undoing her wild braid as it hung over her left shoulder. Detanging it with her fingers, she smiled sweetly, making no effort to conceal her fangs. "...Thank you, Piccolo."
"You're quite welcome, Kaeru. Sleep well."
She watched him leave, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway. Only when the door was shut tightly, and when she was sure he was starting down the hallway, did she sigh, flopping back onto the soft pillows. "Oh, Kami-sama..." Putting both hands to her face, she rubbed her eyes. Moving them upwards, into her hair, she smiled a little, nibbling on her lower lip. "I think I'm in love." Tucking her arms behind her head, she closed her eyes. "Thank you, Sensei."