Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The History of Kalika ❯ The Randomness of the Few ( Chapter 24 )

The History of Kalika

The Randomness of the Few

The genius of her mistress never ceased to amaze her. But even Nomi was having a hard time believing that the walls of Dr. Tyler's Gravity Chamber would be able to hold the two dueling Saiyans below. The initial plans for the chamber had been borrowed but the good doctor and her team had made major adjustments to the room. For starters it was huge. The walls of the chamber were made from a synthetic metal that only Tyler Corp. had the equipment and expertise to create. It made the room virtually indestructible.

This Nomi still found to be impossible. With every Ki blast the two Saiyans unleashed, she had expected it to be their last. I mean, the room looked normal enough. But the shaggy haired bastard and the green haired freak seemed to be moving as if they weren't in more than 100 times the Earth's normal gravity. The blond assassin wondered if the body that her mistress had given her was capable of sustaining under such punishment. Nomi had never had to train for her strength; it had been given to her. She'd only had to develop her skills and technique. Something, by the looks of things, Raditz was sorely lacking.

The hybrid Saiyan on the other hand was just about flawless. He rarely missed his mark and when he did it had to have been pure luck on the part of Raditz. And the two males were vicious bastards. Their training suits were in tatters stained with blood and sweat. They were animals. They were…

"Untamable beasts."

"Oh but that is were you are wrong."

The voice was cold and calculating. In all of her life, Nomi had never experienced such as feeling as when her mistress's voice graced her ears. It was like being zapping in a microwave. It brought ever ounce of her blood to her over heated flesh leaving her cold and frozen inside. It was delicious the way her mistress could make her swoon. This physical dissonance had become an addiction, making Nomi shiver at the slightest utterance from her dear Doctor Tyler.

"On the contrary, they are quite tamable."

The shorthaired blonde suppressed her grin as much as she could before turning around. But it had been so long since she'd seen her master. Sorah Tyler was a busy woman with all her plots and plans for global domination and running the second largest corporation in the world.

Though the good doctor's goal was cliché to say the least, Sorah made the old standard look good. Her viciousness knew no bounds and her cunning was unmatched in Nomi's eyes. She would be good for the world. Sorah would be the perfect leader. They just needed to make everyone else understand that. Especially, those filthy Saiyans. Destroying them would merely be an added bonus. 

"It takes an animal to know an animal, Nomi."

The fiery haired doctor smiled. "You know that."

"Yes of course mistress." The young blond shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Your hybrid seems to be coming along nicely."

"Yes, he is fine isn't he? And to think, he hasn't even come close to unlocking his ultimate potential, but Raditz will see to that." Sorah turned back to the monitors that recorded the Saiyans' training. "I doubt my little boy even has a clue as to what he is capable of." She added as she caressed the screen lovingly.

Nomi could not help the pang of jealousy that ran through her as she watched as the young corporate head approached the glass window of the observation studio. Down below the Saiyans' relentless sparing match continued.

"That Doctor Gero was a bloody genius." Sorah added.

"But mistress," Nomi butted in. "He failed. His android… His Cell was defeated by the Z Senshi." She said hesitantly.

No sooner had the words left Nomi's mouth her mistress's eyes snapped back on her. The cybernetic assassin cringed noticeably.

"Way to get her attention back, Nomi" She berated herself mentally.

"He did not fail." Sorah said, a frown twisting her lovely face. The young scientist smirked proudly and pushed her glassed further up her nose. "There were a few miscalculations. Miscalculations that I am sure that he would have corrected if he'd been given the chance."

"But the premise… The Complete Android Cell was perfect. As perfect as any android could be anyhow."

Her stern expression slowly melted into a smile. "But my baby…my precious little boy will be unstoppable. Not even those foolish Senshi won't stand a chance against him."

"Oh yes, of course mistress." Nomi stuttered.

He groaned inwardly at her spinelessness. Some super powered assassin she was. She couldn't even speak without becoming a stuttering shuddering mess.

"And then we'll get rid of anyone else who poses a threat." Sorah smiled grew even larger. "But only the ones that refuse our treatment of course."

"Oh of course."

"We'll never have to worry about aliens or overly powerful fools threatening our planet ever again. Our world will finally have stability. We will have the power to defend ourselves."

Her mistress's eyes were gleaming with most beautiful light now. Nomi had once thought that it was the enhancements that made them burn so. But she knew better now. It was her mistress's own inner light that fueled that sapphire blaze.

"We'll make that arrogant bastard Prince Vegeta pay as well, right dear?"

"Yes. We will." Nomi couldn't help the smile that bloomed on her face in response to that. "And we'll use his own kind against him."

"A most genius plan, if I don't say so myself." Sorah grinned.

She took a seat in one of the larger leather chairs in the room. The space was pretty comfortable for its intended purpose. It was used as an observatory for the Saiyans. This was where Dr. Tyler and her team collected data on them when they fought. The boys didn't' seem to care that they were being watched. Well at least Raditz didn't seem to care.

"I understand the hybrid, Miss Sorah, but I still don't understand Raditz." Nomi said worriedly. "What are you planning on doing with him? He is powerful but the Z fighters have long since surpassed him."

Her mistress chuckled. Nomi instantly felt nauseous. That sound had always had that effect on her. She must have said something stupid. Of course, the big bastard had a purpose. Her mistress wasn't an idiot. She always had a plan. Nomi was just too dumb to see it.

"Of course Raditz has a purpose, silly girl." Sorah chuckled. "You underestimate him. He wants his revenge as well. And he's actually a pretty conniving little bugger too. He even has you fooled. He much more powerful then he lets on."

The green-eyed assassin wasn't surprised with the answer. She should have known it all along. Her powers had not been nearly enough to face the monkey prince and from the power level that Raditz did present to everyone else he hadn't seemed much stronger then she was. So he'd been hiding his true strength all along.

"If not Raditz, then only that behemoth Nappa would have been acceptable." Sorah added. "The hairy one will do for now. He's been training quite well with Cell."

Nomi rolled her eyes. If only the good doctor knew just how well Raditz trained with her precious little experiment.

******

As the heavy metal music blared over the speakers Yamcha began to worry. It wasn't normal for a seven year old girl to be listening to this type of stuff, was it? Well, Bra Briefs wasn't exactly your run of the mill seven year old. Her mother just happened to be one of the smartest and richest people in the entire world and her father was a super powered alien prince with a tail, which Bra had inherited thus only adding to the girl's un-normal-ness.

That aside, Yamcha still had to wonder which one of the supposedly responsible adults in her life had bought this CD for her in the first place. It was obscene. He was even blushing. And he hardly ever blushed. He had always considered himself open minded. Nothing much surprised him anymore. But this was just strange. Where had she even heard these guys in the first place? I mean most people didn't just go to the store and pick up a random CD and buy it. Well, her mom was rich. That's probably exactly what happened.

"What ever happened to parents monitoring what their kids listen too?" Yamcha said exasperatedly, finally building enough nerve up to turn the music off.

Bra just looked up at him with a confused expression on her pretty little face.

"I don't know." She said finally. "Daddy bought it but he didn't like it much. I found it outside the gravity room one day. He must have thrown it out."

It was almost eerie how much she looked like Bulma. Even with the twigs in her hair and the dirt smudges. It made Yamcha wonder if Vegeta had truly been involved in her conception at all. Maybe Bulma had finally come up with a way to clone herself or something like that. He vaguely remembered her saying something about wanting to try it out someday. But the gentle thumping of Bra's tail to the new music Yamcha'd started knocked that idea right on out. She was definitely Saiyan. But she was just too cute a kid to be Vegeta's. Trunks was a decent looking kid but he definitely had that scary Saiyany thing going on with him. Bra put Yamcha more in the mindset of Gohan (well when he hadn't snapped and was all vicious and I'll-Make-You-Pay-For-Killing-My-Fathery) or Goten.  Maybe Goku had something he needed to tell everyone.

"So soccer practice, huh? How'd it go?"

Bra looked at him one little blue eyebrow raised and a scowl planted firmly on her round chibi face making her look a lot older than she really was.

"Nope." The former desert bandit uttered out loud. "You are definitely Vegeta's kid." And sighed. "What happened?"

"Nothing." The little Bulma clone was pouting now, just like her mother.

"Don't give me that. Something is wrong."

Bra looked at him, seemingly a tad annoyed that he hadn't just let it go. Her parents always just let it go. Why was he being such a pain?

"Nothing." She growled.

Yamcha rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the traffic that plagued downtown West City.

"Why did you come pick me up anyway?" Bra asked bitterly.

"Well, I'm actually doing a favor for you grandmother." Yamcha replied. "She got a little held up at her gardening club."

The little girl groaned. "The woman is obsessed."

Yamcha couldn't help but smirk at the way that Bra had said woman. Yep, definitely Vegeta's kid.

"Is there a problem with me picking you up?"

"No. Not at all." Bra said. "Dad said that you were a pretty decent guy. For a human anyway. And that I should try and get used to you because you and mama were probably going to be getting married because she was so stuck on the idea of binding herself legally to who ever she happened to be fucking at the time."

If Yamcha's eyes could have gotten any bigger they'd have fallen completely out of his head.

"Oh."

Bra just grinned.

"But don't worry." She said. "I like you. It's just… you're not the one I need to talk to right now."

Yamcha took the moment to regain his composure and smiled slightly at her. Bra was certainly mature for his age. A little too mature.

"A girl thing huh?"

"No… it's a Saiyan thing." She said matter of factly.

"Oh…"

There was a short lived silence.

"I can't go back there anymore." The seven year old erupted miserably.

"Oh come on, Small fry, it couldn't have been that bad."

"They saw…" She paused to cut her eyes toward the offending appendage. "it."

Yamcha sighed.

"You thought they wouldn't?!"

Okay, not the best thing to say in this situation Yamcha had to admit. But the girl had a tail. And not one of those small bunny like tails but a long, thick, blue furred one. It could wrap around her little waist at least twice.

"Mama said that Trunks went all the way through grade school with out anyone ever finding out about his." Bra pouted. "Why'd they have to be so nosy when it came to me?"

Yamcha found that odd being that Trunks's tail was purple. And not just that normal purple but lavender. Lavender. How could those kid's not see and lavender monkey tail? They were kids…kids noticed everything.

"What did they say?" Yamcha asked.

"Well, nothing…to my face. But I saw 'em laughing an' pointing." The youngster sulked. "I shoulda blasted 'em all to the next dimension!"  

"It'll be fine, short stuff." The dark haired man encouraged. "Goku never hid his tail from anyone when he was a kid and everything worked out for him."

"Yeah, well mama said that Goku's a special case." Bra continued to sulk. "Plus he never went to school and he stays all the way out in Mt. Pao."

Yamcha gave up trying. What the hell did he know about having a tail? The little girl was right, this was definitely a Saiyan thing.

"My life is over!" Bra howled. "I gonna have to kill every one of those bitches!"

Yamcha had to swerve to miss that car.

******

"But Ve-ge-ta! I'm sooooo hungry!"

Chichi's head shot up at the sound of Goku's pleading voice.

"Grandpa Goku!" Pan screamed and leapt off the counter where she'd been trying to score some of her grandmother's cookies.

Chichi couldn't help but grin at the commotion that Goku was making in the hallway though. Not that she didn't miss her dear ex-husband…sometimes… But she was happy that Vegeta was the one that had to deal with Goku's insatiable appetite now. 

"Can't we stop by the kitchen first? I think some one's baking cookies. I could smell them all the way back by the red light."

"We have an appointment with the woman at 3 o'clock." Vegeta's irritated voice could be heard now. "She claims that she's so damned busy. There's no telling when she'll be free again. And cookies are not food! If you are really hungry you could at least try to eat something with some nutritional value!"

Aww…it was cute how Vegeta was trying to get Goku to eat properly.

Fat chance.  

The dark haired woman sighed in defeat though. She'd spent all this time backing cookies for Pan's school bake sale and she was sure now that they would never see the inside of the plastic containers she'd bought for them. She'd be up all night baking more.

"Hiyah, Chi!" Goku chirped happily as he entered the room. Pan was perched on his shoulders her little hands clenched around thick spikes of hair. "Mmmm… something sure smells good!"

"Nice to see you too, Goku."

And she watched as the man and their granddaughter feasted on the fruits of all her hard work.

"Why was I not informed that you guys were coming over here?" Chichi groaned in Vegeta's direction. "I could have made decoy food."

"Since when do we have to inform you of anything, onna?"

Chichi's face suddenly brightened and just as quickly Vegeta found himself being hugged and snuggled.

"Aww…it so nice to see you too, Vegeta!" Chichi gushed.

"What the hell is wrong with you woman!" the prince bellowed. "Release me this instant!"

Goku looked up from the chaos of crumbs that had once been 4 dozen cookies and growled in the deranged coupling's direction.

"I knew it!" Chichi's attitude abruptly changed and she was pointing at Goku accusingly.

Thus Goku went from enraged that his ex wife had been touching his mate to thoroughly confused so quickly that he had to check his nose to see if it was bleeding.

"Knew what, Chichi?" The poor bewildered Saiyan asked.

"You're pregnant!" She accused.

Goku's eyes got wide as saucers and Vegeta's mouth fell open a millimeter or two.

"Why the hell would you think that?!" The prince howled.

Suddenly Goku's face went pale. He slapped a hand over his mouth and shot out of the room. Chichi smiled smugly prompting Vegeta to retaliate.

"That proves nothing." 

Author's Note: Long time no see, huh? Well I finally got off my ass and got another chapter done. I don't know why this fic is coming along so slowly. *sigh* I already got an idea and title for the next chapter though, so maybe that one wouldn't take as long. It going to pick up from here so it won't be took long until we find out how the hell Chichi knows what she thinks she knows and just what Bulma has to say about Goku's condition. And it looks like our favorite boys Trunks and Goten have some fun planned for Earth's young guardian. It was all Goten's idea… I swear.

Up next: Chapter 25 "Shak'ems"