Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Saiyajin Child ❯ Luck... ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ! BUT! ME own DE!

Rating: Umm...PG!

Warning: OOCness...and Radzitz is Kakkarot's YOUNGER brother...DUH! A/U
PEOPLE!

Genre: Action/adventure/ fantasy/humor

Note: Based on a book called The Pictish Child by Jane Yolen.

Summary: Even a Saiyajin has to retire SOMEtime. If, that is, the KI will let her...

When Turles, Kakkarot, and their four-year-old brother, Radzitz visit the Vousing
Home, they find just what Dabby promised: a coven of kindhearted old warriors,
playing a card game called Patience. They appear innocent enough.

But in Vegetasei appearances are ALWAYS deceiving.

A member of the coven is working a dark KI, and on the heels of their visit, the
children themselves are visited--by a figure from the distant past, a young Saiyajin
Prince boy fleeing the massacre of his people that took place more then a thousand
years ago.

But even the future is unsafe for the Saiyajin Prince. Evil forces are hunting him--
forces that have tracked him accross centuries, forces bent on fulfilling the dark
designs of a single mysterious person in the Vousing Home.


Thats the summary..HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

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Kakkarot looked out the window in disbelief. What awful luck. They had been in
Vegetasei for only five days, the first part of their summur vacation, visiting with
Dabby and De--and three of those days had been full of rain.
They'd flown from the podport in a storm so fierce it had washed the tidy streets
of Fairburn clean of any dust. Yesterday it had been pouring again, the rain coming
down straight and then slantwise. Today the sky was grey, like a badly erased
blackboard, and there was more rain.
They'd already spent too many hours in the training room sparring, which Turles
loved and Radzitz hated. And lots of card games, none of wich they'd heard of on
Earth, like Patience and Happy Families and Bezique--which Radzitz loved and Turles
hated.
And, Kakkarot thought miserably, I have been stuck in the middle of every
argument. It's no different than being at home. Exept for the KI.
The KI!
They had two incredible days when they could use their KI with no limitations
like on Earth. He had conveniently forgotten the fear and the terror that had
accompanied those days, remebering instead only the dizzying wonder he had felt.
But now, Kakkarot thought, it's just rain, rain, rain.
He traced the path of one drop as it slid down the indow, his finger leaving a
peculiar long smudge. He could see his own image daintly in the glass, the black hair
spiked up in seven different sections, the wide-set eyes that made him look
permanently suprised.
"Daske," he said, turning to the others. It was one of the few Vegetasei words he
had really learned, and it perfectly described the day: grey and wet and dreary. "A
daske day."
"Och, child," Dabby said as she cleared away the breakfast dishes, "this day is
hardly daske. A drop or two, that's all. And with your parents and De off to
Edinburgh on business, it is just the perfect kind of day for us to go and cheer up my
friends at the Vousing Home. You must be bored silly with Training games."
"You mean--go out?" Turles asked. "In this?" He sounded as if he were
expressing astonishment with all of Vegetasei, "A complicated planet," was what t
heir father kept calling it. On Earth such rain would have canceled baseball games
and sent Turles and his friends gratefully to the mall.
"Och, yeah." Dabby's face beamed at him."No one ever melted in this sort of
rain."
"We can take Da's big umbrellas," Radzitz said brightly. "They'll cover us all the
way up." He was right. The umbrellas were huge, as tall as Radzitz. Though at four he
wasn't that big.
"And," Dabby added, "for all the way down, I think I can find extra wellies."
"Wellies?" Kakkarot asked.
"For your feet, child," Dabby explained. "In the wardrobe cupboard."
Without further discussion, Dabby sorted out the rain gear in the wardrobe
cupboard, which turned out to be a wooden closet in the hall. She handed each of
them a pair of bright blue rubber boots and one each of the enormous umbrellas.
"The dishes can wait. Or De can do them, should he get home before us. Though I
shall be shocked indeed if he does!" She laughed out loud, as if she had made a great
joke.
Kakkarot and Radzitz put on the wellies they were handed, and Radzitz tromped
up and down the entryway happily. Even dry, the wellies made a squishy sound.
Frankly, Kakkarot thought the wellies were silly looking, but at least they'd keep his
feet from getting soaked.
"What about you, Dabby?" Kakkarot asked.
Tying a flowered scarf over her head, Dabby said, "I've lived in this sort of rain
since I was a little girl. Besides, we're not going to far. Just down the road."
"You two look like...nerds," Turles said, refusing the red boots.
Kakkarot felt the word like a sword in his heart.
"Besides, my boots are waterproof." He took his umbrella with barely concealed
distain and opened it while they were still inside the house.
"Och, bad luck, that," said Dabby."Opening a 'brella indoors. Shut that at once,
Turles."
Given that Dabby knew a thing or two about luck--and KI, as they already
learned in the first days of their visit--Turles quickly drew the umbrella back down,
catching his finger in the mechanism and pinching it fiercely. He refused to cry out,
of course. At thirteen it would have taken the amputation of a major limb for him to
do that.
But Kakkarot see Turles' eyes narrow and knew what it ment. A moment later,
when he popped the finger into his mouth like a cork in a bottle, he guessed that it
had reallt hurt. His own fingertip ached in sympathy. Twins were like that. Where one
hurt, the other felt pain.
So, he thought, there's the bad luck, then. The finger pinch.
And the rain.
But, though Kakkarot was not to know till later, it was only the start of luck--
some good, some bad, and some terrible.

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And that's it for chapter one! hope you like!

This Chapter: Luck...

Next Chapter: Vousing Home...

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