Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ For the Saiyan Race ❯ School Day ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter One

 

Tifa sat quietly in Lit., waiting for the bell to ring. Thirty minutes to go. She had finished her final early, and was now paying for it with her sanity as she watched the clock tick time away. She looked around, trying to find something to concentrate on.

 

Goten was done with his test, too. So were Trunks and a few other people.

 

"Those of you done may leave," the shrill voice of their Lit. teacher cut through the air. Sighing, Tifa gathered her books and headed towards her locker. Pulling out her training uniform, she headed for the bathroom. All she had to do was get changed and leave. Lit. was her last class of the day, so she was done for a whole month.

 

It was about time for Spring Break in her opinion. Now she could go train. It had taken her three years to accomplish what the others had practically been born with: Super Saiyan. Walking out of the restroom, she glided out the door and flew off towards the desert for a little warm up. She didn't to kill her mind and her body both today.

***

Goten looked over at Trunks strangely. "Did you just feel that power spike?" Trunks looked at him for a second before searching the power out himself. He shook his head no and gave his friend an incredulous look.

 

"Really, man. It was there." Trunks just laughed and told him the test must have messed with his head. Laughing it off, they walked out of Gold High School with smiles on their faces.

 

"You going to come by my house later?" Trunks asked Goten.

 

"Don't think I'll have time today, Trunks. Promised Gohan I'd drop by after school, and it's hard telling what he wants." Trunks nodded in understanding and took off for home, leaving Goten still drawn toward the energy spike. Goten stood staring at the spike's path for several minutes. He was at a loss for what to do. He knew what he felt darn it!

 

Quickly making up his mind to cancel on Gohan, Goten jumped into the air and took off after the power source.

***

Tifa grinned as she came upon her favorite training spot. It was a luscious place, where the rippling line of trees that dominated the forest met the silent, heart-stopping power of the ocean. It was not her favorite spot because she trained hardest there, but because it was beautiful. She saved the hard stuff for desolate places.

 

Tifa sighed. She had been planning something a little more rough today, but for some reason she had misjudged herself and had felt tired upon reaching the desert. Making a quick change in plans, she redirected herself and flew here.

 

She sat down quietly against her favorite tree to think. It was an old, burly oak tree, weathered by time and some abuse of her tongue. Often she would come here and talk to the tree, sometimes it was the only person she could talk to. She told the tree all of her secrets, and though she knew it should long be dead, she was glad that for some reason it was alive for her.

 

Long ago when she first started running away from her parents, she had come here and made up stories as to why this ancient tree still drew breath. Fairies (something she had learned on Earth, what other planet would make up such nonsense), DNA altering, many, many possibilities.

 

Quietly she just hoped inside that it was her mother's spirit living on through the tree to comfort her.

 

Today, however, she was not in the mood to lie to herself.

 

Sitting down, she closed her eyes and asked her mother's spirit to help her. It was near mating time for saiyans, and every year she had hid herself away, and hated herself for it.

 

Two sides... Her mother told her there were two sides to everything, and Tifa herself felt that there were probably more than that.

 

One, she could just get her tension out and mate a human, although that would most like fuck the saiyan race if she chose wrong.

 

Two, she could hunt down one of the half-saiyans; after all, she had had more than one glance at Goten and Trunks and knew that they would honor their species well.

 

Last, she could never mate.

 

The last decision held her strongly in thought. If she didn't mate, her race was screwed. The other saiyans (the ones that held less than full saiyan blood), had done little to keep their race strong, and had instead decided to live like humans. She, as a full-blooded saiyan, could never do that.

 

If she didn't keep their traditions and race alive, who would?

 

On the other hand, she did not like the idea of mating a human. One of the other saiyans would be okay, but they were getting gradually weaker from not training. Again, she would be dooming her race to be weak. She hated this indecision.

 

Would an answer never come?

***

Goten flew quickly, hoping it was just someone he had known when he was a child and forgotten about. He flew past the desert, noting that at first it had stopped here, then moved on. He flew as fast as he could, hoping that he could finish this inquiry of his in time to actually make it to Gohan's like he promised.

 

Little did he know that fate had decided otherwise.