Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Chances and Leaps of Faith ❯ In Which Kitara Appears ( Chapter 7 )

The afternoon was waning at Capsule Corps and a young, purple haired man was enjoying the coolness. Trunks had spent the day wandering around his new home and learning his way about. Bulma's home here was three times the size of his in the alternate time, but that could be attributed to the fact that the androids destroyed so much of it.

Trunks felt his stomach growl and decided to head for the kitchens. Lunch had only been a couple hours ago, but it felt like forever. A couple of minutes later, Trunks entered the kitchen, startled to see an unfamiliar figure chatting with Bulma. She was a beautiful woman with long brown hair that curled at the ends. Her eyes, a light blue, danced merrily as she laughed with Bulma.

The woman looked to the doorway at Trunks and he noticed her pointed ears. Of course, Bulma's adopted sister, Kitara; how could he forget the stories his mother had told him. When he met her, she was just as his mother remembered, spunky, funny, but extremely mature and responsible. She was a warrior as well, but she had not joined them in the Cell Games, preferring to protect her sister and baby Trunks. She smiled on seeing her nephew in the doorway.

"Hey Trunks, long time no see. Come on in and sit down, talk to me, nephew."

Trunks rolled his eyes, but took a seat. Kitara, his aunt, was something of an anomaly to him. She had been found on the Briefs' doorstep when she was just a baby. Bulma had been five. The Briefs had immediately adopted her and she had become integral to their family as well as the Z Senshi. The only thing they knew of her heritage was that she was half Saiyan. Where her pointy ears came from was a mystery all together. Vegeta had recognized the blue tattoo on her forehead as the mark of a Royal House on Vegeta, the House of Saku, if he remembered correctly. Vegeta's memories of his childhood on his home planet were vague and indistinct; he did not remember Lord Saku, but he knew the name.

Kitara, herself, was not bothered by the mystery. Her family lived on Chikyuu and that was all she needed.

"Hello, Aunt Kit, how have you been?"

"Doing well, Bulma just finished telling me the story of your arrival. I am glad to have you here, despite the circumstances."

"I am too. I wish I could visit more often, but Mother doesn't like me to abuse the time machine."

"Afraid to mess up time, huh? I can understand that." Kitara glanced at her watch and rolled her eyes. "It's my turn to be subjected to the training hell of Vegeta."

Bulma laughed and patted her sister in mock concern. "Poor baby. You know you enjoy those sessions just as much as Vegeta, even if he doesn't show it."

"I suppose," Kitara sighed. "I think he's becoming frustrated with my inability to transform. I am more then powerful enough, it's just that something seems to be holding me back."

"Maybe women don't have the ability to transform," Trunks offered, standing and heading for the refrigerator.

"That's what Vegeta and I originally thought, but I think it has more to do with my alien blood. I meditate on it, but…no answers."

Kitara tapped a finger to her chin and mused, "I suppose I could work up the effort to visit Dende, or gather the Dragon Balls, but with college and training I can't seem to find the time."

Bulma looked at a clock on the wall and ushered her sister outside. "You're going to be late and Vegeta will be mad as hell. I really don't feel like dealing with him today."

Kitara laughed, her voice floating into the kitchen as she walked outside. "Don't worry, I'll sacrifice myself to the angry warrior and soothe his temper for you."

Rolling her eyes, Bulma watched Trunks concoct a giant sandwich out of everything he could find. "I don't know where that girl gets her quirky humor from."

"I'm glad I got to see her," Trunks said, sitting down with his sandwich. "I really missed you all when I left, before."

"We missed you too," Bulma said. "Vegeta was depressed for weeks, until the Budokai, and then he got to fight Bojack. After Goku died, you were really his only challenge."

"Gohan's here," Trunks pointed out.

"Yes, but he's so busy with school and Chi Chi rarely lets him spar. Besides, he's more Piccolo's sparring partner."

Trunks nodded in agreement and polished off his sandwich. Rinsing off the dish, he kissed Bulma's cheek. "See you later, Bulma, I'm going to go watch Vegeta and Kit battle."

Bulma waved him off. When he disappeared, her cheerful expression faded. Placing her hands on her stomach, she frowned. Bulma knew, without a doubt, she was pregnant. She'd had her suspicions before Trunks had arrived, but this afternoon, she had confirmed it.

Biting her lip, Bulma decided to take her mind off of the disturbing events of the past few hours and work on some of her long overdue inventions. The mechanical work would take her mind off the problems she had so recently been tossed into.