Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The History of Kalika ❯ The Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

The History of Kalika

Author's Note:

I don't own Dragonball Z. (Duh, because if I did I would be too busy counting my millions to be writing this.)

This fic is Rated R. (Because I can't help myself.)

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The Prologue

Even in the dark, he could still make out the smaller figure of the Saiyan Prince. They walked along in silence, like they always did. Vegeta at all times leading the way, Goku was just content to follow. The Earth raised Saiyan was always hesitant during these times. He never understood what exactly was going on even though Vegeta had explained it to him millions of times. They were in a lush jungle or something of the sort. The two of them drawn forward by some unknown force. Goku had learned not to question it, and Vegeta of course had always just gone with the flow. There was something they were meant to see and there was no point in fighting it.

An aristocratic nose cringed in distaste. It wasn't that the prince had never smelled blood before it had just been so long since he had smelled so much of it. Goku on the other hand seemed oblivious to the coppery tint to the air. He was all too fascinated by the clear night sky. It reminded the younger man of his childhood home in the mountains. It wasn't until his hears picked up the sound of Vegeta's small growl that he noticed the foul smell of the air. Vegeta didn't utter a word, he just kept walking and Goku found himself wondering why they didn't just fly.

Vegeta's face creased into his trademark smirk, he was positive that 'The Baka' was wondering why they didn't just fly on ahead. Kakarot's thought had just been a flicker across prince's mind. The big dunce never seemed to remember a thing that the prince told him. They couldn't fly. Not now. They would have to walk, but it wouldn't long now. They were getting closer. He could smell it.

It was about ten minutes later when they reached the edge of the tropical forest and just a head were the beginnings of a metropolitan area, some what similar to their home, West City. But Goku knew that this was nothing like home. Something told him that they were much further away. The smell of blood was stronger here and now he could finally see why. The city had been laid to waste. And what he only could guess as human bodies were strewn about. Fires still raged out of control and broken power lines snaked across highways littered with wrecked cars. Earth's greatest champion turned in the direction of the Saiya-jin no Ouji. He didn't seem to be affected by the carnage and mass destruction at all.

"Of course he wouldn't." Goku thought.

The dark prince just turned and smirked at his companion. He continued to lead the way in silence. They passed by ruined stores and office buildings. Demolished streets and gutted homes. They even passed through what could have once been a school. It was hard to tell for sure now. After what seemed like hours, maybe because it had been, the cunning ouji now had a better grasp of things. It wasn't as late as he had first suspected. It would be sunrise soon. The sky was already changing. They were coming to the end of the city streets and entering the countryside. Kakarot still remained strangely quiet. It wasn't like him at all nevertheless Vegeta kept his stride. They would be there soon; he could feel it.

Goku turned up his nose at the smell of burnt grass and wood and of course the unpleasant smell of vital human body fluids. The forest was filled with an ominous smoke that the he had mistaken at first for fog. But the sun was too bright from what he could tell. The third class Saiyan noted that most of the trees were charred and broken and there were large gashes in the ground. The apparent fight had extended to this once lush land and the battle scars were proof of it. Goku was so entranced by the sheer and utter level of discord in the eerily silent woods that he hadn't noticed that Vegeta had stopped walking. Proving this by nearly running the royal over causing a low growl to erupt from the smaller male.

"Ve…"

Vegeta was kneeling now, examining some sort of strange weapon that was buried in a smaller tear in the earth.

"What is it?" The raven haired Saiyan asked.

"How should I know?" Vegeta asked his voice dripping with trademark condescendence.

Vegeta stood up, holding the weapon and staring at it incredulously. It was some sort of staff. Green and gold in color and at it very top some sort of large, rounded blade, hollow in the middle, and engraved with some weird designs and symbols. The outer edge looked to be extremely sharp. Not even the experienced warrior prince had never seen anything like it before. He could tell that that idiot Kakarot was intrigued by the strange etchings as well. The taller Saiyan's ebony tail swayed behind him and his brow was knit in concentration.

"Do you know what they mean?" Goku asked innocently.

"Isn't not Saiyan, Kakarot." The chestnut haired prince said while still regarding the odd staff. "And it is nothing that I have ever encountered before." He finished before Goku could ask.

"It is of your world Kakarot, though I would not expect you to know it." Vegeta said with a scoff.

It was true Goku only knew Japanese and a passable amount of English that Bulma had taught him as a boy and that which Gohan had been able to expand on. It seemed like everyone around him had a better grasp on everything, but even the mighty Prince of all Saiyans was at a loss on this one. Goku gave a small smile at that.

"What are smiling at clown?" Vegeta interrupted Goku's silent victory.

"Oh!" Goku said pulling his hand to the back of his head in his classic 'Uncomfortable Goku' pose. "Nothing." A nervous chuckle.

Vegeta gave an annoyed grunt and continued on the beaten path forward. Though still smoky, Goku could still make out the figure of his flame haired companion and kept up.

"Uh, Geta."

The Saiyan royal stopped dead in his tracks. He hated it when that idiot excuse of a third class baka shortened his name in such a way. 'Geta?' That wasn't his name and Kakarot knew it. He did it just to get a rise out of him. But deep down the surly male knew that that was the same reason he had insisted on calling the long lost Saiyan by his birth name, even though Goku had made it clear every time that he hated it. But what Vegeta had not yet realized was that Goku actually didn't mind being called Kakarot by the prince. He rather liked it. It was their thing. He was Kakarot and the angry prince was Geta. It was part of their strange bond; the sparing, the insults, the Getas and the Kakarots.

"What?" the diminutive prince growled.

"I think we're here."

Vegeta turned around to find the leader of the Z fighters walking in a completely different direction. There was a house that the he hadn't even noticed there before. From a distance, he could see spent flames licking at broken windows and a caved in roof. He inhaled deeply, practically tasting the blood in his mouth. This was the place where the battle had ended. And that's when he heard it.

At first he was sure that they had stumbled upon some wounded animal that had been unlucky enough to cross the path of the people responsible for this damage. But he soon discovered the source of the Kami awful wail. He and Kakarot stumbled numbly to the side of the battered house and discovered what looked to be a young woman crumbled on her hands and knees.

In front of her lay bodies of what could only be guessed as loved ones. The sounds she was making, they had to be. The proud prince cringed at the sound. She did not seem to notice their presence. Her anguished cries melting into quite sobs and sniffles. Vegeta looked on in quite awe, his annoyed expression melted a way in realization. Goku, on the other hand, was obviously confused. He didn't understand. He never did. Vegeta briefly wondered how he hadn't noticed.

The seemingly last remaining inhabitant of this mystery town was now shaking the body of one of the dead ones, uttering things that the younger Saiyan could not understand. Goku opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it. He noticed that Vegeta was now approaching the girl and his eyes turned to her. Her back was facing them, apparently she didn't know that they were there, or didn't care. Then out of the corner of his eye; something moved sluggishly behind her. Not her hair, tied in a white ribbon, it was long but stopped at her waist. This movement was a little lower.

"A tail.She has a tail." He thought.

Just as the thought entered his mind he knew that Vegeta had made the same observation. The prince had always been more observant then him. He had always been the smarter of the two. But what was he doing now?

Vegeta was in some weird sort of trance. The odd weapon that he had continued carrying fell from his hand and the traitorous appendage began reaching out for the mystery girl. However before the prince's gloved hand finally rested on the sobbing girl's tattered shoulder…

The girl with the monkey tail turned around with a speed that not even Vegeta was prepared for. And just as suddenly he was looking into a pair of striking brown eyes that held a sadness the seemed so very familiar. Goku looked on in shocked silence. The girl raised her hand up slowly directly in front of the prince's face. Fingers touching, palm flat. A familiar pose.

"A'ole." She said in a quivering voice.

And the last thing Vegeta saw was a flash of blinding light.

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The chestnut haired Saiyan sprung from his bed with a strangled scream. His chest heaved with exertion and a thin layer of sweat covered his brow. It took a minute or two before he noticed that his phone was ringing. He picked it up and raised it to his ear with a shaky hand.

"Hello?"

"Geta!"

It was that idiot Kakarot. For some reason the gentle natured Saiyan always felt the need to call his friend after one of their 'experiences'.

"Are you alright?" Goku asked finally.

"Of course I'm alright, clown. It was only a dream."

"I know, but… you…" Goku took a deep breath. "Who was she…I mean do you know her?"

The Saiya-jin no Ouji sighed heavily.

"You seemed to." The quiet voice said shyly.

Damned Kakarot always seemed to notice everything.

"No, I don't know who she is."

Strangely enough he was telling the truth. Though, he could see why Kakarot would think otherwise. He had reached out to the girl. Totally uncharacteristic of the battle hardened warrior prince. For a split second, he had sympathized with the girl and that weakness had ostensibly cost him his life. Vegeta growled low his throat, Goku ignored him.

"She was a Saiyan, wasn't she?" Goku asked.

"So?" Vegeta replied.

"But…"

"It's still late, Kakarot." Vegeta said, his voice sagging with exhaustion. "I'm going back to bed. We can talk about this tomorrow."

Vegeta could practically see the disappointed look on the other man's face.

"Well, okay." Goku finally conceded. "Goodnight…"

Vegeta hung up the phone and found himself hoping that neither Bulma or the kids had heard his undignified screaming from their bedrooms. He buried his head underneath the pillows and was soon sound asleep.

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Author's Note:

Well should I continue or should I let it die?

Aww, c'mon! I know you're curious as to what exactly is going on? I mean what's up with Vegeta and Goku? Are they sharing dreams of something? And who is this mystery girl? And why was it so important for Goku and Vegeta to see this?

So what should I do? Huh? Huh? (Review. Hint, hint.)

P.S. And yes I jacked the title from a popular DBZ movie *****cough***** the history of trunks*****cough*****

P.P.S. And if there are any questions on what exactly I am trying to do, such as the time period, circumstances etc. I will be happy to answer them. That is unless they will be revealed in the story later on.