Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Wings ❯ Growing into character ( Chapter 3 )
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By: An Angel Of Ice 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 05.14.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 181 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 05.14.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 181 | Status: Completed
I woke up the next morning and looked around. Light was streaming in through...windows not my own... I quickly leapt up like a cat, all my senses on extreme, hair standing up, and my instincts wild. The sharp pain in my spine intensified and I cried out as I went unconscious from the blinding pain.
When I woke up, I was in a place with lots of really, really bright lights. Groaning, I desperately tried to block the blinding lights from my sensitive vision.
"Finally, you gave us all quite a scare there. Are you feeling better?"
Growling in pain, I tried to match a face to that voice and only managing to come up with blue... "Bulma..." I groaned again and curled up in a ball, "What happened? I feel horrible." I felt someone fussing over my position and my blankets. "Your body is going through changes. Your Saiyan blood is transforming you somewhat. I don't really know what other changes to expect after your tail, other than an increase in appetite, inability to get sick, increase in strength, lust for fighting and blood, oh and uh..." she coughed and became interested in her fingernails for a moment, "an increase in your sex drive during full moons. Rutting season won't be for another month, though I suggest you do as Trunks does and stay in one of my Saiyan proof rooms." My brain was going too slow to understand anything other than the fact that she said I have a tail. My hand slowly crept down my side until it brushed against something a bit sticky and furry. The fur was not as I had expected. I had expected it to be short and bristly, but it was long and silky and I pulled it out from under the blanket and inspected the long appendage. The fur was sable in color and very fine as I combed through it with my fingers. Bulma came over and looked me over for any other signs of my Saiyan puberty. "Vegeta was quite surprised when he found you. He was the one that brought you down to the infirmary. Kept thinking out loud about impure blood or something. He swears on his life you're his and yet I can't understand why you have such a different tail than normal Saiyans." I frowned. "What's wrong with my tail?" She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed looking at my hands as they tenderly cradled my new appendage. "True Saiyan tails have short, brown fur, but yours is not only sable colored, but the fur is long." As she spoke, I was testing out the weak muscles that controlled my tail. I was able to make it jump and swat, but precision was something I was definitely going to have to work on. "So what does that mean?" I asked half-minded. She sighed again. "I don't know." I growled and turned over only to groan in pain once again. Bulma looked at me worriedly. "What's wrong, Chelsea?" "Shoulder blades hurt." Bulma had me turn over on my stomach and she examined my shoulder blades and gasped. "Oh Kami..." "What?" I groaned. "Dark fur in two straight lines..." She said mostly to herself. I felt as she traced what must have been the area of dark fur, her fingers cold on the warm fur as she traced from the middle of one of my shoulder blades down to the middle of my back. "What is it?" I asked again. "I have no idea, but with a few dozen tests, I'll know the answer to your question." At that, I struggled onto my feet and when finding I had no clothes on, I glared at her and searched out my clothes. When fully clothed, I turned my upper half around and cut a hole in my jeans for my tail, which happily wriggled free and hung limp behind me. "But Chelsea, aren't you just a little bit curious as to what those markings are on your back?" Bulma asked desperately as she followed me through the hallway. "Yes, but not so much that I would subject myself to your tests. I can do without knowing just fine." She huffed as she trudged back to her lab and I onto the kitchen, I was starving.
Just as I had sat down with a few sandwiches and a couple cokes, Vegeta came in the back door, swinging the screen door closed behind him. He spared me a coded look that said 'I trust you're feeling better' as he started to raid the fridge. After depositing his loot on the table, he sat opposite me and started to inhale the food at a princely pace and with just as much manners. I silently studied him before speaking after a bite of food. "Bulma tells me that you are now unsure of my parentage?" He paused in eating, probably in thought, before resuming without an answer. But I was desperate for an answer. "Please, Vegeta, please tell me." he paused again, but didn't look up from his food, "Are you my biological father or aren't you? Who is my mother? I need these questions to be answered." "That is because you are Saiyan and Saiyans have a need to know who fathered and birthed them. I am your Father, but I am at a loss as to why you are so different." He said pointing at my tail which had wrapped around my wrist on its own accord. I looked at it, then remembered the markings on my shoulder blades. I've always had them, but they had always just been black stripes, now they're furry... "Bulma found odd stripes of fur on my back today." I said quietly. I heard him growl softly and my anger started to build. "Well I'm sorry that I can as such a disappointment to you. It's all my fault that I'm not a perfect Saiyan, but of course I've had exactly NO say in what I am or where I live or who I like or dislike, but it's all my damn fault!" My outburst shocked us both into silence and ran out of from the house as quickly as I realized that I had actually yelled at him. "At least her Saiyan pride is intact." He said softly to himself. In the act of running out the door, I ran into the one and only Trunks himself. "Oomph!" He groaned as I landed on him. I quickly tried to scamper off him and run away, but he recovered faster than I thought he would and quickly trapped me in his arms. I fought hard to fight him off...but his grip was like steel. That didn't stop me from clawing at him desperately, using my tail to grab one of his arms and try to squeeze it to death. "Would you knock it off!" He yelled. It was then I realized I had been acting like a wild animal, growling, snarling, and howling with the fact I couldn't get out. I instantly went limp in his arms. "That's a start." He said softly. I softly drummed my tail on the arm I had tried to strangle before he gently enclosed the appendage and started to soothingly run his hand up and down it. I began to sob softly of all the pain I was recently going through. My head buried itself underneath his chin as I choked on my own tears. I felt him softly sit up and cradle me in his lap, pressing me to his chest in an attempt to calm me. "I have no race...no parents...no one knows who or what I am..." I cried. Trunks looked up at the screen door to see Vegeta's sad expression before he put on his emotionless mask and left. "You're a Saiyan, Vegeta's your Dad, your name is Vega or Chelsea, and you are my sister." He said softly. "You don't know that for sure." My reply almost inaudible.
Growling in pain, I tried to match a face to that voice and only managing to come up with blue... "Bulma..." I groaned again and curled up in a ball, "What happened? I feel horrible." I felt someone fussing over my position and my blankets. "Your body is going through changes. Your Saiyan blood is transforming you somewhat. I don't really know what other changes to expect after your tail, other than an increase in appetite, inability to get sick, increase in strength, lust for fighting and blood, oh and uh..." she coughed and became interested in her fingernails for a moment, "an increase in your sex drive during full moons. Rutting season won't be for another month, though I suggest you do as Trunks does and stay in one of my Saiyan proof rooms." My brain was going too slow to understand anything other than the fact that she said I have a tail. My hand slowly crept down my side until it brushed against something a bit sticky and furry. The fur was not as I had expected. I had expected it to be short and bristly, but it was long and silky and I pulled it out from under the blanket and inspected the long appendage. The fur was sable in color and very fine as I combed through it with my fingers. Bulma came over and looked me over for any other signs of my Saiyan puberty. "Vegeta was quite surprised when he found you. He was the one that brought you down to the infirmary. Kept thinking out loud about impure blood or something. He swears on his life you're his and yet I can't understand why you have such a different tail than normal Saiyans." I frowned. "What's wrong with my tail?" She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed looking at my hands as they tenderly cradled my new appendage. "True Saiyan tails have short, brown fur, but yours is not only sable colored, but the fur is long." As she spoke, I was testing out the weak muscles that controlled my tail. I was able to make it jump and swat, but precision was something I was definitely going to have to work on. "So what does that mean?" I asked half-minded. She sighed again. "I don't know." I growled and turned over only to groan in pain once again. Bulma looked at me worriedly. "What's wrong, Chelsea?" "Shoulder blades hurt." Bulma had me turn over on my stomach and she examined my shoulder blades and gasped. "Oh Kami..." "What?" I groaned. "Dark fur in two straight lines..." She said mostly to herself. I felt as she traced what must have been the area of dark fur, her fingers cold on the warm fur as she traced from the middle of one of my shoulder blades down to the middle of my back. "What is it?" I asked again. "I have no idea, but with a few dozen tests, I'll know the answer to your question." At that, I struggled onto my feet and when finding I had no clothes on, I glared at her and searched out my clothes. When fully clothed, I turned my upper half around and cut a hole in my jeans for my tail, which happily wriggled free and hung limp behind me. "But Chelsea, aren't you just a little bit curious as to what those markings are on your back?" Bulma asked desperately as she followed me through the hallway. "Yes, but not so much that I would subject myself to your tests. I can do without knowing just fine." She huffed as she trudged back to her lab and I onto the kitchen, I was starving.
Just as I had sat down with a few sandwiches and a couple cokes, Vegeta came in the back door, swinging the screen door closed behind him. He spared me a coded look that said 'I trust you're feeling better' as he started to raid the fridge. After depositing his loot on the table, he sat opposite me and started to inhale the food at a princely pace and with just as much manners. I silently studied him before speaking after a bite of food. "Bulma tells me that you are now unsure of my parentage?" He paused in eating, probably in thought, before resuming without an answer. But I was desperate for an answer. "Please, Vegeta, please tell me." he paused again, but didn't look up from his food, "Are you my biological father or aren't you? Who is my mother? I need these questions to be answered." "That is because you are Saiyan and Saiyans have a need to know who fathered and birthed them. I am your Father, but I am at a loss as to why you are so different." He said pointing at my tail which had wrapped around my wrist on its own accord. I looked at it, then remembered the markings on my shoulder blades. I've always had them, but they had always just been black stripes, now they're furry... "Bulma found odd stripes of fur on my back today." I said quietly. I heard him growl softly and my anger started to build. "Well I'm sorry that I can as such a disappointment to you. It's all my fault that I'm not a perfect Saiyan, but of course I've had exactly NO say in what I am or where I live or who I like or dislike, but it's all my damn fault!" My outburst shocked us both into silence and ran out of from the house as quickly as I realized that I had actually yelled at him. "At least her Saiyan pride is intact." He said softly to himself. In the act of running out the door, I ran into the one and only Trunks himself. "Oomph!" He groaned as I landed on him. I quickly tried to scamper off him and run away, but he recovered faster than I thought he would and quickly trapped me in his arms. I fought hard to fight him off...but his grip was like steel. That didn't stop me from clawing at him desperately, using my tail to grab one of his arms and try to squeeze it to death. "Would you knock it off!" He yelled. It was then I realized I had been acting like a wild animal, growling, snarling, and howling with the fact I couldn't get out. I instantly went limp in his arms. "That's a start." He said softly. I softly drummed my tail on the arm I had tried to strangle before he gently enclosed the appendage and started to soothingly run his hand up and down it. I began to sob softly of all the pain I was recently going through. My head buried itself underneath his chin as I choked on my own tears. I felt him softly sit up and cradle me in his lap, pressing me to his chest in an attempt to calm me. "I have no race...no parents...no one knows who or what I am..." I cried. Trunks looked up at the screen door to see Vegeta's sad expression before he put on his emotionless mask and left. "You're a Saiyan, Vegeta's your Dad, your name is Vega or Chelsea, and you are my sister." He said softly. "You don't know that for sure." My reply almost inaudible.