Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Through A Mirror Darkly ❯ Child of Prophecy ( Chapter 12 )

"Excuse me, Bulma?" Bulma turned, her arms full of clothing she'd just taken from the nearby racks, people bustling all around her, shopping, to look at the girl who resembled her husband in more ways than one, "What are we doing here? I'm hungry and tired."

Toshi folded her arms under her breasts and glowered at the shapely, blue haired woman. She recalled that the day hadn't started out to her liking. Yesterday morning, she'd gone with Vegeta when they'd felt that strange unfamiliar power and found it's source to be an odd little winged child. She and Vegeta, having gotten bored with the whole thing sooner rather than later, had left the child in Goku's care.

Almost the moment she and Vegeta walked through the door, Bulma was screaming at them. She looked a mess, Toshi recalled, looking at the perfectly groomed and poised woman before her. She'd been holding Bra on her hip, both the mother and baby were caked with oatmeal and what smelled to her like applesauce.

Bulma's pretty blue hair was dripping food and hanging in tangles around her face. She's shoved Bra into Vegeta's arms and demanded that he clean her up. Before either he or Toshi could say a word she had marched upstairs and into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.

"Don't worry about her," Vegeta had said, adjusting his daughter so that she didn't get gunk all over him. He carried her into the kitchen and set her on the counter next to the sink. She reached up and tried to grab his hair with her sticky fingers, but Vegeta was too quick for her, "Bulma's always in a bad mood….you'll get used to it."

"Hmm," She leaned against the counter, away from the baby but near enough to catch her should she start to fall, lucky for them that little Bra had natuaral balance and just giggled at the two of them as Vegeta filled the sink with water and added some baby shampoo for suds. Bra loved soap suds. "She wants to take me shopping tomorrow."

Vegeta looked at her, one dark eyebrow raised, "She's starting to like you."

"I think it's more of a charity case." Toshi snorted, laughing, as Vegeta and her stripped the baby's soiled clothes and diaper off and she tested the water to make sure it wasn't too hot or too cold. As soon as Bra was in the warm water she began to laugh and splash them. "I don't think she likes the way I dress…might embarrass her friends and family…"

"How about this one?" Toshi snapped out it and turned to look at something Bulma was holding up for her inspection, she looked and made a face, "Oh, come on, Toshi! You haven't liked anything I've picked out!"

She'd been thinking about the other day, she knew, and recalling Vegeta and her giving a very dirty Bra a bath in the kitchen sink and she knew that her mind wasn't all focused on Bulma and her shopping spree like the other woman would have liked.

"It's just…" She began, looking for a nice way to say that Bulma's taste in clothes were more the highschool slut look, "We have such different tastes." She finished lamely, but she picked out a dark green dress with little ivy stitching along the lowcut neck-line that she knew she's never in a million years wear, but she smiled and showed it to Bulma, who, of course, loved it, "Now can we go home? I hate the mall…"

I want to see how Mara's doing, too. I haven't really spoken to her much since we arrived her and only saw her brieftly a few days ago when that little girl with the wings showed up. Toshi thought to herself as she followed Bulma to the checkout line, the crush of humanity all around her was really beginning to get to her. She couldn't wait to get out of there.

She had the urge to just take off flying as soon as they'd exited the store but grit her teeth and knew she'd have to restrain herself if she wanted there to be even a fraction of peace in the house between her, Vegeta and Bulma.

"Is this all, Ma'am?" The short, pudgy clerk was saying, not looking up, as she rang up their selections. Bulma nodded and told the clerk that she'd probably be back soon as she handed her her platinum credit card. "Thank you, You have a good day!"

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She'd slept on the fold out sofa that the woman, Chi Chi, she remembered her name as was proud of herself, had made up with fresh sheets and pillows that smelled like honeysuckle. Chi Chi herself kinda smelled like honeysuckle, she'd noticed when the woman had hugged her upon hearing her story of how she came to be stranded on their world.

Aubria yawned and stretched, she knew she'd been asleep for a long time. She's heard Chi Chi earlier on the phone with someone who she could hear with her keen hearing was screaming hysterically into the phone on the other line into Chi Chi's ears. She'd eaten a little and then fell back to sleep. She heard Goku tell Chi Chi it was probably jet lag and that she'd come out of it soon and not to worry.

The sunset through the windows of the small bedroom Chi Chi had put her in was bright to her sensitive eyes and she turned away from the sight. She could hear people talking from down the hall and into the kitchen and wondered what was going on. She was still getting used to this place, and her heart ached with homesickness but she knew there was nothing she could do but accept that fate had placed her here.

So much for prophecies, she thought bitterly. How could she be the chosen one born to save her people if she ended up stranded on another planet?! She replayed the ancient chant in her mind:

Child whose hair is silver-blue

Child whose innocence is trusting and true

Child whose wings are blue and gold

Child whose heart is strong and bold

She who was birthed outside in the grass

She who is the one to last

She who's mother bled and tore

She who shall lead us onto war

But I don't want to fight! I don't even know how! She cried in her mind as the last echoes of the ancient words told to her by her parents, whose parents had told them and so on and so forth.

It didn't help matters that she'd been born under a full and pregnant moon outside in the grass during one of her mother's random nature wandering. Even though her father had begged her to leave off her walks until after the baby was safely born, her mother didn't listen. She had rarely ever listened to anyone about anything and did what she pleased.

Aubria touched her hair, knowing that it's silvery blue color and her blue and gold wings, colors which had never before been seen together on the wings of any of her people, were the things which had pretty much sintched it for her.

It's so stupid! She pounded the bed with her fists, the hateful little rhyme would not leave her! I can't be the one to lead my people into battle if I'm not even there! Maybe the prophecy wasn't really meant for me, She thought, smiling, liking that notion very much, Yes, of course! It was a mix up and now that she was away the true chosen one could be born. But the more she thought of it, the more she had the feeling that her idea was dead wrong.

There was a knock on the door, "Aubria?" Goku's voice through the keyhole, he was yelling but he needn't have bothered, she had heard his approach from down the hall, "Dinner's ready if you're hungry!"

She winced at the loudness of Goku's voice and nodded, forgetting he couldn't see her, and said; "Sure, Thanks, Goku, I'll be right there!"

"Better hurry or all the food'll be gone!" Goku said, sounding happy, but then, Goku normally sounded happy, "My sons are here visiting!"

"Hey, Dad!" She heard someone shout, "Who are you talking to?"

"Yeah, who's in there?" She heard someone else ask, and sighed, it seemed that she would be meeting more of these strange wingless ones who could fly in this oddly heavy world. She felt her stomach growl and hoped the food wasn't all gone by the time she made it to the kitchen.