Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Memories & Revenge ❯ Fighting For Our Sisters... ( Chapter 5 )

Memories & Revenge

Chapter 5

"…..Oniisama, tasukete…Oniisama…"

"Oniisama," called Cauli as she gazed at the charred remains of her Educator.

"Nani, brat," answered Vegeta his small chest still heaving from the large amount of energy that he let loose killing the now barbecued professor.

She pulled back her long black hair around one ear to show her royal earring that she'd worn since birth. "Thank you, for saving me."

The young prince snorted as he lowered his arms to look down his nose at her. "I didn't do it for you. I did it for myself the man was a pain in the ass, I would have killed him sooner or later." He folded his arms across his chest, "Plus, I needed the practice."

Cauli moved forward and leaned against her brother, "Thank you anyway." She tiptoed up and pecked a kiss on his cheek. "But, Papa's going to be angry that you killed two teachers in the same week."

A reddish rue spread across his cheeks, "Otousama won't be angry with me. He didn't like the Educator either." Cauli-chan was always kissing on him.

Cauli smirked. "Oniisama, I'm glad you're my oniisama." She looked back to scorched body, and shuddered to think that she came precariously close to being whipped to death. "Will you always be there to protect me?"

Vegeta looked down at her wide blue eyes that worshipped him. Although he could never say it, he was glad she was his sister, too. "Of course that's my duty as the future king." He moved away from her, "Now go back to your lady mother and tell her what's happened."

He watched as she skipped away. Vegeta shook his head as he noticed her tail, unsecured wagging in the air behind her. She was always the imp, "No matter what, I'll always protect you."

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Vegeta looked down at the girl collapsed at his feet, well, not just any girl--his sister. Cauliflower. A girl he thought was dead. A sister he had forgotten along with a past too hurtful to remember. He looked up at the smiling feline, "That's my sister, Alle."

"Yes it is, isn't it," replied the prince as he smirked at the young female Saiyajin sprawled on the ground. "I found her on some remote planet."

Vegeta snarled. "What the hell are you doing with her?" He advanced on the smug Nekojin his tail was lashing behind him slashing the wind in furious swipes.

The cat prince boldly stalked forward toward the angry saiyan, "I told you Vegeta I wanted revenge on you. Your sister is providing a conduit for that revenge." His lips curled as he hissed at Vegeta, "I won't be satisfied until I rip you apart with my bare hands. My people call out beyond the grave asking for blood, and they won't be appeased until yours is spilled."

Vegeta growled. "Anytime you wanted to kill me I would have been more than happy to come with you. You did not have to involve Cauli-chan in our past."

It was the feline prince snorted, "Vegeta what point is it to kill you when you won't fight back." He looked toward Piccolo, "Namekian, would you kill Vegeta without fighting him first."

Piccolo grumbled and mumbled underneath his breath as he felt all the eyes swivel in his direction as they waited abated for his answer. "No, as a warrior it would not be honorable to kill Vegeta if he refused to fight." He glanced at Vegeta from the corner of his eye, "Also as a warrior I would like to test my strength against Vegeta."

The saiyan prince snickered after hearing Piccolo's answer, "Any time Namek." The Namek would have made an excellent Saiyajin warrior.

Alle shrugged getting back Vegeta's attention. "See, Vegeta it would not be virtuous of me--being a warrior--to kill you if you if you didn't try to fight back."

Vegeta crossed his arms as he glared into ice blue eyes. "So what. Just because you brought my sister here doesn't make me want to fight you."

"I know," Alle simply answered. "Since I haven't seen you in…you Saiyans use the moon cycle to measure time," he quickly calculated the time in his head, "so I guess I haven't seen you in eighty-five lunar years."

"How long is that in Earth years," asked Goku who had been following the conversation more closely since the unveiling of Vegeta's sister. Obviously he didn't know Vegeta as well as he thought he did. He glanced toward Bulma and saw the same look of confusion on her face that he held on his. I guess Bulma doesn't know that much about Vegeta either.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "It translates into about thirty Earth years."

Alle nodded his head in thanks toward Vegeta. "Well, during that time I've became stronger and engaged to a beautiful princess from Kurumasei. You probably know her Princess Benz--but you probably remember her better running and screaming from you in fright as you unleashed a merciless attack on her peaceful planet." He waited for Vegeta affirmative nod.

Vegeta searched his memory for a Princess Benz of Planet Kuruma. His eyes squinted as a small grayish planet surfaced in his memory. He called up the picture of the royal female Benz. Now he remembered her she was quite young when he ravaged her planet and killed several of her subjects. "I remember Princess Benz."

"Do you remember them all," softly asked Alle as look of pure sadness entered his eyes that tugged at the hearts of Bulma and ChiChi. "Do you remember all the blood?"

A look of pure shock crossed Vegeta's face at the question. His mouth gaped open and closed like a goldfish as he tried to respond to the unexpected question. Vegeta turned and looked at Mirai Trunks who was watching him intently now, I guess the boy wants an answer too. "I remember all who fell beneath my hands."

"I guess you would, being the person that you are," sneered Alle as he snapped out of his melancholy. "I guess you think of them as weaklings that didn't deserve to live." He blew out a hot breath, "what was it you use to say." He drew himself to his full height mimicking Vegeta's stance, "They should be proud to have a Saiyajin Prince to kill them. They could have died by a lower class fighter, never having the pleasure to encounter the power that will one day rule the entire galaxy," he finished in a good rendition of the Saiyan's voice.

Vegeta lifted an ebony eyebrow as he watched the performance. "Bravo, Prince Alle," he finished with a halfhearted clap.

"Thank you," he bowed to Vegeta as he flashed bright white teeth to the other smiling Z warriors. "But you're probably wondering what's that has to do with my fiancée. Well she was so enraged with you that she swore revenge. Like most of us do. She even had her surviving scientist concoct a poison so virulent that it could even kill a Saiyajin. And he succeeded, but my dear fiancée's hatred gave out, and she wanted to destroy the potent liquid. But fortunately for me she told me about it first. And being the naïve trusting person she is Benz handed it over to me thinking I was going to take it away to destroy it." He sauntered even closer to stand face to face with Vegeta, "But I didn't. What kind of warrior would I be if I let the perfect weapon to destroy my enemy with be demolished. So, I bet you can guess what I did with the poison," his blue eyes sparkled with mischief as they slid to the girl lying between them.

NO! Screamed a voice in Vegeta's head as he gazed down at his half sister. In the background he heard Bulma and the rest gasp coming to the same conclusion. "You coward," growled Vegeta as he rose up into the air his ki flaring around him. "You could have had the chance that millions dream about--killing me without a fight. But instead you bring her into it."

"Did you really think I brought her to you for a family reunion," scoffed Alle as he raised into the air his own ki blazing to life around his body. "You should have heard her beg. She always called out for you to help her. But you never came." He smirked, "I did though, however she was never quite happy to know that." He tapped a finger to his lips, "I wonder why?"

"Oniisama, tasukete…Oniisama…" the words rang in Vegeta's head and squeezed at his heart. His little sister begged. But he never came, and Alle took advantage of that fact. He screamed his battle cry and punched Alle in his beautiful face. He watched as the feline flew through the air stopping only inches from hitting the hovering ship in the sky.

Alle used his thumb to wipe at the spot of blood that trickled from the side of his mouth. He looked at it before licking the blood off his thumb. Yosh, he thought to himself, now I have you Vegeta. There's no turning back for you. "Attack," he screamed to his assorted soldiers who had been patiently waiting in the shadows. "Kill all those who follow the Saiyajin prince!" He watched as his soldiers rushed forward in a swarm. "Remember our fallen!"

"'Kill all those who follow the Saiyajin prince,'" questioned Yamcha looking bewildered as a flood of soldiers were descending upon them like ants at a picnic. "I don't believe," he grunted at he hit one cat warrior away from Bulma and ChiChi who taken up a stance over the unconscious Cauliflower. "--that we follow the 'Saiyajin prince' so I don't see why were getting pounded upon."

Mirai Trunks threw his lean gray opponent away as he moved to help Yamcha as another horde of soldiers tried to overwhelm him. He tried to focus his mind on keeping his mother safe, but his eyes kept drifting to the female Saiyajin at his feet--his aunt should he believe what his father said. He hit another soldier away peeping up to see his father engaged into a hand-to-hand battle with Alle. What other secrets were locked deep within the recesses of his father's heart?

Goku grinned as two big burly tomcats decided to gang up on him. "We don't really follow Vegeta, Yamcha," he commented as he dodged and blocked a barrage of kicks and punches aimed at him. These catlike people were surprisingly weak. "But he is our friend, so it's nice to help friends out once and awhile." He caught one burly big cat and used his body to hit the other back toward the ship, while he dispatched the other soldier the same way.

Kurilin laughed as he and Gohan backed up into each other to stop the furious felines from using a sneak attack upon them. "I bet that if one of us was having problems with an enemy from a previous life, Vegeta wouldn't lift a finger to help us." He blinked as he watched one Siamese looking cat separate and become two. Damn, this is not funny, he thought as he jumped back to avoid being slashed to pieces by razor sharp nails.

"Masanko," screamed Gohan as the three black cats that he was fighting to tried to use a divergent ki attack on him. "Vegeta has changed. He would help us if he saw we needed it."

"Don't bet your life on it kid," replied Piccolo as he opened up his mouth to deliver a bright pink blast at the ugly Calico he'd been forced to duel with. "Vegeta has his own code of ethics regarding fighting and opponents. He'd probably wait until you're near death before lending his help. Then he'd lord it over you, making you wish you'd died in battle."

"See," Goku happily answered as he blasted a huge tabby who had been trying to attack him from behind as he fought with five other gray looking cats. "Vegeta would help us, if we needed it."

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The Saiyan prince blasted away at his adversary taking out all the fury he felt within him at the Nekojin prince's cowardice. How dare Alle bring his sister into their own private battle. It was disgusting that he would pick upon an L5 classed warrior with less than -000.1 fighting ability. His fist blurred as they became synchronized with his thoughts. He sister was weak. She begged for him. His sister begged. He screamed his pain pummeling even faster and harder into Alle forgetting his own promise to Persia.

Bulma looked up at her husband. She could feel his pain, and it was a staggering almost blinding suffering that poured into her soul. He was angrier than she'd ever seen him before. He was like a berserker fighting above her. His movements were not of the fluid grace that she'd seen him exhibit, nor watching him fight was like a ballet in motion. It was pure ire battling the cat prince. She tried to send him a feeling of love and peace through the bond he created with her, but felt her feelings cast aside in favor of his blinding rage. He wasn't going let her feelings through to him it was as he needed to vent his anger upon this prince. But it almost felt…it felt like he was silently crying.

Alle blocked the punches as fast as he could, this is not what he wanted. Yes, he wanted to fight and kill the saiyan prince, but the damn stubborn prince was fighting recklessly. "What's wrong?" he questioned as he caught both of Vegeta's fists in his hands. "Did you forget how to fight? Did all these years on a Type 3 planet dull your senses Prince of Nothing?" He pulled back one foot and kicked Vegeta to the ground.

As the dust around him Vegeta stood staring up at Alle's grinning face. He knew his battle technique was loose and unlike him, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help the rage that threatened to burn through his once thought dead heart. He thought he could handle anything that the Fate seemed to want to throw at him. He was living a life as a semi-domesticated Saiyan who was third best. He had a mate who did not even come close to looking like a Saiyan, and who abhorred violence. He readily accepted that he tainted his own bloodline by acknowledging his half-breed son as his successor to a throne that didn't exist anymore. He'd come to accept the fact he wasn't the one to avenge his people against Frieza, but at least a Saiyan had. And now after all that Fate wanted to mess with him again.

Vegeta looked up at the smiling Nekojin prince, and decided that he'd had enough it was time for that prince to die, and he had the Saiyan power within him to do it. The air around him began to crackle with electricity, the ground beneath him began to shake and rumble, as Vegeta prepared his body to unleash his ultimate power. A power that not even Frieza had known about.

Alle smiled down at his once best friend. He could physically taste the salty sweetness of revenge. All those years of planning and aligning himself with other less worthy alien species came down to this moment. He was going to lay waste to the monkey menace that dared betray his friendship. He was going to avenge Persia if it took his last dying breath. Vegeta thought his years with Frieza were Hell, but Hell would seem like a gentle caress compared to the torture Alle had planned for him. "Vegeta," he called from his position in the air. "I'm hurt, you act like you don't like the present I brought to you. Now, is that the way to establish a diplomatic relationship with what's left of my planet, and your new planet?"

"Kisama," growled Vegeta as he powered up even more creating a reddish aura around him. He was tired of Fate laughing at him, and he was tired of never winning against Fate. He was especially tired of Fate always picking on him. "Oniisama, tasukete…Oniisama…"

"What's wrong Vegeta," questioned the feline prince. "Didn't I just help you break your personal treaty." Alle moved his hands to his waist and descended a few feet down, but not far enough to be face to face with the monkey prince. "C'mon I gave you what you wanted. I helped break the promise that bound you from killing the rest of my race. Shouldn't you be happy?" The prince lifted a silver brow at Vegeta.

A tortured scream was ripped from Vegeta as the red ki surrounding him began to expand. "I will make you…" he was cut off as a blue ki appeared in front of him. His own aura fizzled out.

The fighting in the background gave way as all the warriors paused to see what had caused the mighty prince's huge ki, to become tamed.

"Vegeta," whispered Bulma as she watched her husband gaze through Alle. He just stood there. She closed her eyes and tried to find out what was wrong with him through the Saiyan bond that they shared. His heart and mind was open, but she felt nothing, well, not nothing entirely it was almost as her spouse was frozen in body and thought. "Vegeta," she called to him to no avail.

The Saiyajin prince was shocked. In front of his once time friend was Persia. Long dead Persia. She was crying, but she was still beautiful, and translucent. She looked at him with blue eyes that had once shone with a vivid and vivacious life led, now they held only sorrow. She was dressed like he last saw her, in her long maiden dress, with purple scarf encircling her waist to show, she was ready to be courted. She was a feminine feline version of her brother. "Persia," he whispered in the now subdued battlefield.

Alle looked down at the little monkey prince and wondered why he was gazing at him with that weird expression. One minute he's trying to gather energy…then fizzle. Alle roamed his eyes over the ground beneath and saw all of his soldiers had stopped fighting along with all of those allied to Vegeta. He flicked his gaze back toward Vegeta and saw no change. He heard Vegeta's name being called; he moved his blue gaze to the Earth female who was Vegeta's mate. She tried calling to him, but nothing happened. So, he's even blocking out his own mate. Alle opened his mouth to hurl an insult at Vegeta when he spoke a name. The name of his long dead sister, Persia. He had no right to ever speak her name!!! He was going to die. Alle powered up.

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"Dame, Vegeta-sama," whispered the specter of Persia flinging her arms out to protect her brother from his attack. She began to weep soft tears, "You promised me…you promised."

"He broke the promise," Vegeta answered back in a daze. "Cauli-chan is…is"

"No, she isn't."

Vegeta stepped forward, "How do you know?"

"I would know," whispered Persia as a few of her tears dropped from her face to disappear into a small blinding light then nothing. "She's still alive."

"She is?"

"Yes."

"But, Alle…"

The ghostly feline began to weep again at the mention of her brother's name. "Oniichan, it's not his fault," her sobs became louder in Vegeta's ears, as she began to fade out. "You promised."

She was gone.

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"Umm, Goku," asked Kurilin as he watched Vegeta stand there and talk to himself. "What's happening? Why is Vegeta talking to himself?"

Goku frowned as he put a hand under his chin. "I don't know, but I don't think he's talking to himself Kurilin. Remember his said the name Persia." Goku's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of what was going on in his own mind.

"Who's Persia dad," asked Gohan as floated toward Goku leaving the feline he'd been fighting standing alone.

Goku smiled and shrugged at him.

Piccolo mentally groaned. Goku always seemed to forget important facts. "Persia is the name of the dead cat that Vegeta made a promise to."

Goku turned to Piccolo with questioning black eyes, "How did you know that Piccolo? Can you see who Vegeta's having conversation with."

"No," replied the agitated Namek. "Earlier when the Nekojin was yelling at Vegeta he mentioned the name Persia, and Vegeta had some kind of personal contract with her."

"I wonder how personal," said Yamcha breaking into the discussion. "It must have been very personal from the way Vegeta acted," his voice dripping with innuendo.

"Yamcha," hissed ChiChi as Mirai Trunks and Bulma turned his way each giving him their own version of the deadly stare. If either of them could shoot anything deadly with their eyes he'd be dead three times before he hit the ground.

"W-What?" he backed slowly away. "I didn't mean it that way." He shrugged. "What I mean is that, um, Vegeta isn't one to make promises lightly especially about not killing someone. So, this Persia person had to have been someone close to Vegeta, that's all I meant."

Bulma rubbed the back of Baby Trunks' back as she gazed back at her husband. "That's what I'm afraid of," her eyes giving off the effect she would break lose with a gale of tears.

Startled Mirai Trunks turned to face her. "Okasan?" his blue eyes full of questions and worry.

Bulma smiled back at him her eyes barely holding back the tears she so wanted to cry. "I always knew I wasn't the first. I just don't like being reminded of that fact."

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Vege ta gingerly shook his head to rid himself of the lethargic feeling going on inside his body. Persia spoke to him. His sister was alive? As his eyes focused Vegeta became vaguely aware of the stillness around him, and a ki growing. He blinked and came almost face to face with an enraged Alle.

"You dare to utter the name of my sister," screamed Alle. "You the defiler of my home, my people, my planet, and most importantly my sister, have the guts to speak my sister's name." A huge glowing ball of read and white appeared in his hands as he rose up further in the air. "I had plan on playing with you before you died Prince Vegeta, but you sir, have crossed the line when you took it upon yourself to verbalize a name to which you have no more right to speak. You die now!" Then Alle smiled as he threw the ball at Vegeta.

Vegeta put his hands of quickly forming a shield around himself to block the incoming ki charged ball. Looking up he saw a feral grin come over Alle's face, a smile that Vegeta had taught Alle to use.

When recognition came into the midnight eyes of Vegeta, Alle moved his hands in a series of activity. The large ki blast moved away from the shielded prince to unshielded ChiChi and Bulma, who were still standing protectively over Cauli.

"No," whispered Vegeta as he lowered his own protection. "Royal Shield!!" He pointed toward his mate and child.

Bulma's and ChiChi face froze as they watched an orange barrier with the monogram they recognized from King Vegeta's cape appear over them. They looked around as the other Z warriors stood in shock frozen in their places as none expected Alle to turn on the women.

Alle smirked, "You saved them." He gave a casual shrug of one shoulder, "I wasn't expecting that, but next time Vegeta I will aim for you." He went to power up again when the captain of the ship came flying out and whispered in his ear. He turned and nodded while lowering himself to the earth. He let out a feline growl toward his troops who quickly assembled and moved back toward the space ship. "This is your lucky day Vegeta, some important business has come up that will delay your killing for today, but be prepared, for tomorrow is another day." With that parting shot Alle took to the skies and back to his ship.

Vegeta released his fighting stance watching Alle fly into the ship. He didn't move until the space craft move from the back of the Briefs yard. He turned faced his mate's friends and nodded at them.

"Vegeta," called Goku.

Ignoring his call Vegeta walked toward Bulma and ChiChi. He looked Bulma in the eye for almost eternity, before he bent down and gathered Cauli-chan in his arms. He stared down at her peaceful face, gathered her tightly, and sighed, "I failed again."

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End Chapter 5. Created [06/03/01] and Modified [07/09/01]. Hey, that was chapter 5. Send me everything you got in ways of: flame, criticism, comments, and questions at: pmchivas@hotmail.com Or you can sign the guest book. Next time: Memories of Love. All standard disclaimers apply. Dark Shadow Princess.

Lunatics Ravings:

Kisama--Japanese for 'you' or 'bastard.' It really is a very impolite way to say you.

Dame--Japanese for "no" or "don't"