Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Midnight Storm ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three

 

 

“What grudge do you have against me, Siobhan?” Kyara asked, “I have no quarrel with you that I know of.”

 

Siobhan smirked, “Your precious Aragon married my sister. I'm just ensuring you don't interfere.”

 

Kyara rolled her eyes, “As you wish, Siobhan.”

 

“You won't have any eyes left to roll when I get done,” Siobhan said, menacingly.

 

Kyara ignored the comment and walked out to the middle of the floor. She wasn't dressed for a fight, but then again, hopefully it wouldn't matter, and if it did, she wasn't above stripping. Siobhan was perfectly dressed, wearing trousers and a form-fitting white blouse, allowing for ease of movement. Kyara, on the other hand, had been forced to wear a puffy satin dress by her step-mother. She knew it had been intentional, but now wasn't the time to cast blame.

 

Siobhan pulled out her dagger and began the spell. Kyara knew it instantly and also knew at that moment that Siobhan meant to kill her and she wouldn't have to strike a death blow to do it. She had just put a death spell on the blade and a mere nick from its tip would bring true death, even to an immortal. This gave Kyara one option: get the blade out of Siobhan's hand before she could strike. Thank the Gods that she was a telekinetic.

 

Siobhan circled her, brandishing her blade. When she moved in to attack, Kyara moved, sliding under the blade and coming back up behind her, and Siobhan spun, bringing the dagger around in a circle. There was an audible gasp, but Kyara caught her arm, twisted it backwards, and pushed her forward, allowing her to keep her blade. Siobhan stumbled forward a couple of steps, but righted herself and turned. She took a deep breath and took up a fighting stance again.

 

The dress was a liability. Kyara grabbed the front of it and jerked, and with the sound of ripping satin, it came off. Balin, Ronan, and Aragon had taught her how to fight. They helped develop her powers until she had such fine control that the duel would be over now had she wished it. However, the petty challenges had to end. Kyara knew that in order for that to happen, she had to make an example out of her challengers to scare any would-be opponents from challenging her in the future,

 

Siobhan rushed her again, almost gliding across the floor. Kyara side-stepped her and turned, driving her elbow into her back between her shoulders. Siobhan grunted, almost lost her footing, and panted for a moment before turning back to her opponent.

 

“Face it, Siobhan. You can't match me in hand-to-hand combat. You're a noble, not a warrior. A pencil-pusher.”

 

“Bitch!” Siobhan spat, rushing her again.

 

Kyara chuckled, dodging as Siobhan's knife came down in a vicious arc. Kyara grabbed the wrist of the hand that the knife was in and wrenched it behind Siobhan's back. She screamed, her fingers opening, and the blade clattered to the ground. Kyara kicked it away and it slid across the floor, coming to rest a few feet away from them. She shoved Siobhan in the opposite direction, throwing her over a table. The Fey sitting there scattered, and she landed with a hard thud on the floor on the other side. Kyara dropped back into a fighting stance as Siobhan came back up, knocking the table aside. The Fey, male or female, were naturally stronger than humans.

 

Siobhan came at her, her hand outstretched, beginning the spell. When she released the lightning spell, The spell hit Kyara full force and she screamed, riding the shockwave of energy, barely managing to get her shield up in time before it did major damage. Wisps of smoke rose from her skin, some burned patches seeping blood and other fluids. Siobhan used that one moment to make a grab for the knife, slipping past Kyara to pick it up and turn to attack Kyara again. With her head just beginning to clear, she was vulnerable to the attack, but sensed it coming and caught Siobhan's arm as it came down. They struggled for control for seemingly endless moments before Kyara knew that in order to survive, she had to regain control of the dagger.

 

Siobhan growled, using all her strength to try and bring the dagger home. Kyara hadn't wanted to kill her, but Siobhan seemed intent on it. It brought out survival instincts; kill or be killed. She concentrated before being able to focus her power enough to wrench Siobhan off of her, bringing the dagger toward her, where the bone hilt landed in her hand. Siobhan let out a cry of rage and rushed her again. Kyara brought the dagger up and she impaled herself on it. Siobhan staggered backwards a couple of steps and looked down to where the dagger protruded from her chest. The flesh around the hilt was already turning black and necrotic, spreading like ripples in water. She sank to her knees, looking up at Kyara, disbelief in her eyes. She pulled the dagger out and blood squirted, covering Kyara's front. She looked down at the blade in her hands and crumpled forward.

 

Kyara stood there for a moment, panting to catch her breath. Two of Siobhan's friends came forward to remove her body and Ronan came, draping his jacket over Kyara's shoulders, leading her back to her father's table. As she sat, the king stood to make his announcement.

 

“I have agreed to an alliance with the Saiyans, on certain conditions. First, Radditsu is to be removed from his position of power. Secondly, I will send my daughter, Ronan, and Balin with the Saiyan prince so that they may learn their culture as they will leave one of their team with us.”

 

“Father, I don't want to…” Kyara began, but was silenced with her father's glare.

 

“You will go, Kyara. This is as much to prevent any future duels as for the Saiyan to see my commitment to this alliance.”

 

“Father,” Dogmath spoke, “I could go in her place.”

 

“Silence. I have made my decision.”

 

Trunks looked at Gohan, who thought about it and gave a nod. Standing, Trunks bowed slightly to the king, “We accept your arrangement, although replacing Radditsu will take some time. I do not take the task of losing one of my team members lightly, as they are all valuable to me. However, I believe that there is one among us who would not mind calling Earth home. Kakarroto, do you mind staying here?”

 

Kakarroto ran a hand through his hair and smiled, “Of course not. I'll be closer to ChiChi, and well, she'll be happy about that.”

 

“Then it is decided,” the king spoke, “you will leave tomorrow, I assume?”

 

Trunks nodded once, “After a visit to the Earth palace to advise Radditsu that he will be replaced.”

 

“Father,” Dogmath spoke again, “why send that half-breed mongrel? Sending your heir would be a more…”

 

His father cut him off with a back hand that send his head sharply in the opposite directly, “Do not speak to me of breeding, Dogmath. Your breeding may be true, but you lack many things that it takes to become a ruler. You may be my heir, but make no mistake, it was only one night of passion that brought you into this world and only a promise I made to your mother that keeps you alive.”

 

Dogmath wiped blood from his lips, cursing under his breath. The king ignored it, looking to Kyara, “Go to bed, pack your things, do whatever you need to do to prepare to leave, but don't think of running away. I'll post a guard at your door to see that you don't leave until you depart.”

 

“Yes, father,” Kyara said, standing to leave, hugging Ronan's coat tighter around her. She wouldn't defy her father. She had too much respect for his to do that.

 

 

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Saiya-City Palace

 

“I don't think so,” Radditsu snarled, leaping over the desk, looking at Kyara with obvious intent in his eyes, “I see you found the princess. Perhaps you'd like to watch me fuck her? She loves it, you know?”

 

Trunks frowned, “Radditsu, you always were an ignorant ass. I never understood why my father chose you to govern Earth. You can choose to leave easy or I can kill you right now.”

 

A wry smile crossed Radditsu's face and he launched himself at Trunks, tackling him, sending both of them through the palace office window. Gohan and Goten took off after them, their ki igniting. Kyara sighed, wanting no part of it, except perhaps to see Radditsu get killed. Using her telekinetic powers to carry her aloft, she followed. When she landed on the ground outside, she saw Gohan and Goten standing there, watching as Trunks and Radditsu exchanged blows too quick for the eye to see in the sky. They fought, with no clear advantage for either of them. Blow for blow, they were evenly matched.

 

“Isn't Trunks…” she began, and then she stopped, watching the fight again.

 

“Stronger than Radditsu?” Gohan finished, “Yeah. But Radditsu is a Super Saiyan, or capable of it. They are few among our kind that are able- or willing- to train hard enough to achieve it. Trunks would rather not kill him if it can be avoided.”

 

Kyara understood, but her own feelings lie equally to the opposite. She would have rather seen Radditsu broken and dead than alive, but as she did not understand their culture, she let it go. After all, he was little more than a monster in her eyes.

 

Radditsu managed to get a hold of Trunks and threw him into the ground. He then turned his attention onto Goten, firing a ki blast that caught him off guard and sent him nearly unconscious into the grass at the edge of the woods. Gohan took off after his brother and Radditsu laughed a venomous cackle that made the hair on the back of Kyara's neck stand up. She managed to get over to Trunks, who was shaking off his impact, but Radditsu was already charging up another ki blast.

 

“Trunks,” Kyara said, “can you fire a blast?”

 

Trunks nodded, igniting the bluish-white glow in his hand, and pointed at Radditsu, but Kyara shook her head, “No. Fire it at Gohan and Goten.”

 

“What?!” Trunks looked at her, incredulous.

 

“Trust me. Fire it at them, but hurry.”

 

Trunks nodded, letting the blast go, bare moments before Radditsu did. As it reached the brothers, it changed shape into a dome shape, surrounding them. It absorbed Radditsu's blast, keeping Gohan and Goten safe inside. Radditsu let go a hail of ki blasts, each one being absorbed by the shield that Kyara created. She was concentrating hard, her hand outstretched before her. Balin and Ronan finally arrived, swords drawn, landing beside Trunks and Kyara.

 

“I… can't hold…it much longer.”

 

Balin looked at Trunks, “Go take care of Radditsu, quickly. Kyara can't hold their shield much longer. If you can distract him, Ronan and I will get your friends out.”

 

Trunks nodded, taking off after Radditsu as Balin and Ronan left to gather Gohan and Goten. Kyara's shield fell just as they arrived and Trunks engaged Radditsu. Balin threw Goten over his shoulder and Gohan kept pace with Ronan. Kyara stood, watching the battle between Trunks and Radditsu.

 

“Don't make me kill you, Radditsu. Don't be a fool. You can come back to Vegeta, and lead the life of a soldier.”

 

Radditsu frowned, looking at Trunks, “Like I said, I don't think so. You're going to have to kill me in order to get me to give up my position here.”

 

Trunks shook his head, “Enough, Radditsu. I don't want to do this, but you're going to force my hand, aren't you?”

 

Radditsu smirked, his eyes catching Kyara on the ground below them. Trunks saw it coming almost too late. He charged up the blast and sent it hurtling down to her. Trunks looked at Radditsu, taking off to beat the blast, accelerating to do so. He made it, grabbing her, the full force of the blast hitting him in the back. Once the smoke had cleared, Radditsu was gone. Trunks cursed, looking where he had been in the sky and then back at Kyara.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

She nodded, “I'm fine. You shouldn't have let that bastard get away.”

 

Trunks shrugged, “Well, I've got your safety to be concerned with, too. I don't think it would do too much for relations to bring you back to your father dead.”

 

She chuckled, “No, it wouldn't. But, still…”

 

“Come on. We've got a ship to catch. I'd say we could run, but flying would be faster, you know?”

 

Kyara shook her head, “If I could. That shield drained me.”

 

Trunks sighed, “And you don't look the type whose pride will allow her to be carried.”

 

She shook her head, “No. But I'm not against it if it'll speed things up.”

 

 

 

They arrived at the ship and Trunks set her down gently, watching as Gohan bandaged Goten's arm,

 

“We saw Radditsu flying away. Are you two alright?” Gohan asked.

 

“Fine,” Trunks said, “how about you, Goten?”

 

Goten shrugged, “I've had worse. As well you know.”

 

Trunks smiled, nodding, and looked to Balin and Ronan, “What about you?”

 

“No worse for wear,” Balin said and Ronan nodded in agreement.

 

“Then let's be off. I have to tell my father about Radditsu.”

 

As they boarded the ship, Ronan bent to Kyara's ear, “Are you alright?”

 

She nodded, “I'm fine, Ronan. Though, had Trunks not protected me by letting Radditsu get away, you and Balin would have been cleaning me up with a sponge.”

 

Ronan nodded, “Well, at least we know that the prince has honor.”

 

Kyara shook her head, “Ronan, don't let personal feelings cloud your judgment. The prince wasn't even alive when the Saiyans took over the Earth.”

 

“Nor were you, princess. So, don't assume to know what it was like.”

 

“I don't, Ronan, but assuming that all Saiyans are bad is like assuming all Unseelie are monsters.”

 

“Some of us are.”

 

Kyara nodded, “Then you get my point.”

 

Ronan shrugged, settling into his seat silently. Balin remained silent, as usual, he thought before he spoke, where Ronan was more combustible, acting and speaking before stopping to consider the consequences. Kyara settled, and the ship shuddered as it took off. She was suddenly very, very tired. Closing her eyes, she fell into a deep, and thankfully, dreamless sleep.

 

She awoke to Ronan nudging her, the ship oddly silent.

 

“We're here,” he said, and she stood, stretching, making her way to the back of the ship, where the entrance ramp was lowered. Walking down it, she could see that it was night on this planet and looked at the dual moons rising. It was nothing like Earth, and yet it was. The king stood at the end of the causeway, backed by the palace, standing beside him, his wife, and their daughter. Trunks turned, looking at her. He smiled, obviously happy to be home.

 

“Welcome to planet Vegeta.”