Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ White Tail & Angel Wings ❯ A New Breed of Saiyan ( Chapter 6 )

&nbspI don't like that feeling. A foreshadowing premonition comsumed me and propelled me blindly to an unknown destination.

&nbspMy destination was not the Capusule Corporation compounds, but rather, a small house just outside a forest. It took me a moment to realize that I've been here before, only ten years earlier.

&nbspI circled around the Son residence, and I spotted two figures in the back. As I got closer, I identified the pair as young Bra and Mrs. Chi-Chi. I sensed worry and fear from them. Concerned, I landed down near them.

"Miss Karaine!" Bra ran over to me, shock briefly replaced her worry.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Chi-Chi came up behind Bra.

&nbspBra pointed to the vast forest behind us. "Pan said she sensed something funny and went into the forest to check it out. She hasn't come back yet."

&nbspI opened my mind up, stretched out my senses, and hoped to find the missing girl, or maybe even a sign of conflict. I caught something, just barely, that emitted large energy waves. With this being I felt a being of weaker energy, like that of a child.

&nbspI became alarmed because the weaker source steadily decreased. Urgency accompanied the scene that grew in my head, and triggered impatience on my part.

"You two need to get inside now!" I nearly barked at them. I ignored their shocked faces and ran into the thick forest. I stopped briefly and consciously lowered my power level to that of a squirrel. Well, maybe not a squirrel, but...you know what I mean. I tiptoed to the destination my mind had picked for me. I hid behind a tree just as small Pan flew by, propelled by another force. She landed not far from me as a bloodied mess.

&nbspMy god, what happened to this girl? The stranger force approached and it was then that I sensed its true nature. It came closer and closer to the tree I hid behind.

"I don't think so," I whispered. Just then, a childish urge hit me. I waited until he was just before my tree and I slid my foot out unnoticed before his feet. He tripped and landed roughly on his stomach, and his face was buried among the leaves and dirt that covered the forest floor.

&nbspHe began to rise; possibly thinking my foot was a tree root. But, before he could get two inches off the ground, I slammed my booted foot on the back of his neck and forced him back on the ground.

"Nice try Red Tail," I commented with just a bit more pressure on the back of his neck.

"How the hell?" Came his muffled reply.

&nbspI grinned somewhat maniacally to add color to the situation. Out of the blue, I felt Pan's mind come alive. Good. She's conscious. This should be an interesting story to tell someday, Pan.

&nbspI pushed down just a little harder with my foot and I heard with mild satisfaction him groan.

"Now listen, scum," I said. "I'm going to let you up, but you're not going to touch the girl, got it?"

&nbspHe muffled out a reply and I let him stand. He had leaves, twigs, and bugs stuck in his wild dark hair.

"What is your purpose here, Red Tail?" I asked with no tone in my voice. He didn't deserve the effort. "Collecting Earth-bound species for some woebegone science experiment?"

"Bitch!" He spat. "You know nothing!"

"I know that your planet was destroyed," I said in response.

&nbspHe snarled, bring his fists up into a fighting stance. "It's time for you to die, Earthling."

&nbspI gave him a knowing smile. "If you only knew..."

&nbspThe fight commenced. He charged at me, but his fist caught air as I reappeared behind him and booted him in the backside and drove him once more into the ground.

"This is a joke," I muttered, loud enough for him to hear.

"It's more than you are!" The Red Tail stood.

"Oh really?" I cocked an eyebrow as I began to transform. I saw myself once after the sudden transformation that is unique to my kind. My bangs and hair that usually frame my face bleached and contrasted my normal raven hair. My eyes turned from brown to dark cobalt blue.

&nbspThe Red Tail stood in shock. "Wait! I know who you are! You must be..."

&nbspI silenced him with a technique that's reserved only for my kind. The mesota, a technique developed by my father.

&nbspI turned as I sensed two others heading towards us. Pan tried to sit up, but collapsed back onto the ground. Two familiar young men ran up before I could move.

"Pan," Goten dropped down to one knee and cradled his niece in his arms.

&nbspTrunks looked down at Pan, then glared at me. "What did you do to her?" He demanded.

&nbspConfused, I just stared back at him. What on Earth... Then it hit me. He didn't recognize me.

"Tell me!" Trunks took a step forward and raised his fists.

"No..." Pan whispered weakly. "She...saved me."

&nbspTrunks' attitude changed. "Oh."

"Pity," I said. "I could've kicked your ass."

&nbspTrunks narrowed his eyes at the mention of a challenge.

"Trunks!" Goten called, he had Pan up in his arms. "We weren't called here to get into sparring matches. Chi-Chi was concerned for both Pan and Karaine."

"Karaine," Trunks looked around. "Where is she?"

&nbspI forced myself to stifle a giggle. Trunks looked so ridiculous. I turned on my heel and walked off.

"Where's Karaine?" Bra asked.

&nbspI looked up. "I don't know. I didn't see her."

"So you just walked into the woods and found Pan lying on the ground barely conscious?" Bra asked with a skeptical tone.

&nbspI turned in my seat to face her. "No, there was another girl there, alright?"

"You don't need to be snappy," she sat down in the seat across the table from me.

"I can't help it if you irritate me," I replied.

"Who was the other girl?" Bra asked.

&nbspI shrugged. "I don't know. She had black hair and bleached white bangs. And blue eyes."

"Hmm." Bra rested her chin on the heels of her hands. "I saw Karaine go into the woods. I told her that Pan was in there by herself. What made you so sure that this girl wasn't the one that beat Pan up?"

"Pan spoke up for her," I replied. "She claimed that this 'Jane Doe' saved her."

&nbspThe door opened and Gohan walked in. He nodded at me.

"Where is she?" He asked.

"Chi-Chi's taking care of her," I replied, nodding to another door. I watched Gohan exit through that door.

"You called Gohan?" Bra asked.

"Well sure. Pan's his daughter; he has every right to know what happened to her."

&nbspThe door opened and Dad stomped in just as Gohan and Goten came back into the kitchen from another door.

"Dad," I said, standing. "What are you doing here?"

"I want to know what went on today," he said.

&nbspTen minutes later, after I retold what Goten and I observed and what Pan had told us, Dad sat back with an almost shocked expression.

"Dad?" I asked tentatively.

"Red Tails," he said. "I can't believe they're still around."

"What are they, Daddy?" Bra asked.

"'Red Tails' is a kind of a slang and crude name for a Red Tailed Saiyan. I once believed them all dead." Dad explained.

"Saiyan?" Gohan asked.

"There are roughly three different races of Saiyan," Dad paused. "But that girl you saw, there's no doubt about that..."

"What? Is she a Red Tailed Saiyan too, Vegeta?"

"By the descriptin you gave, no," Dad looked to me as he sat up. "The way you saw her, she was in the ascended form of the most powerful Saiyan race. Wait, it's not a race. She is what they call a White Tailed Saiyan, a very rare breed. White Tailed Saiyans are the result of genetic mutation, usually formed because of a biracial union."

"How many have there been?" I asked.

"Including this girl, there have been only eleven known instances of White Tail births in the history of the Saiyan race."

&nbspGoten whistled.

"But what interesting is that the other ten," Dad continued, "were all men."

&nbspI shook my head not only at the sudden burst of new information, but at my father's strange behavior. I looked up and noticed my father staring at me.

"Your friend," he said slowly, "whatever her name is, how much do you know about her?"

"Not much," I admitted. It hadn't occurred to me until now how little I know about her. "But, if you're suggesting what I think you are..."

"You can't deny it until you have proof," Dad said.

"Vegeta's right, Trunks," Gohan looked to me. "We all have to look at it as a possibility."

&nbspI stood up. "But all of you are talking as if she is a possession, but she's not."

"Why not asking her about her lineage?" Bra asked.

"Yeah, Karaine does have a cousin," Goten pointed out.

&nbspI turned to him. "How about this; do you know where she lives?"

&nbspGoten looked to the tabletop. "No."

&nbspI paused, an idea dawning on me. "Wait. Karaine's cousin, Laurelle I think her name is, works for the company..."

"Really?" Goten asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "I guess I'll ask her sometime."

"Better make that sometime tomorrow," Gohan said. "It'll be beneficiary to us to know soon. If more of these Red Tails keep popping up, we'll need all the help we can get."

&nbspI pulled back the sleeve of my jacket to check my watch. "I guess I'll be heading home. Dinner's soon."

"Yeah," Bra added, standing up as well. "We'd better get back before she decides to cook." She walked by Dad, running a hand lightly over his spiky hair. "Coming, Daddy?"

&nbspGohan smirked and commented dryly, "Of course he's going, Bra. Not even his Saiyan appetite can stand up against Bulma's cooking."

&nbspI laughed despite myself. Even Dad grinned.

"Hey."

"Yes?"

"What's your favorite color?"

"Huh?"

"Color. Your favorite color. What is it?"

"Uh...I've never really thought about that before. I guess...blue?"

"How old are you?"

"...17."

"Me too."

"The stars are beautiful aren't they?"

"You..."

"It's been a long time Karaine."

"Trunks..."

"Where have you been?"

"Why do you care?"

"I do."

"Why?"

"Because ten years ago, I was in love with you."

"Trunks? Are you ok?"

&nbspTrunks snapped out of his reverie and he was staring at his dinner plate. He looked up and found his mother's concerned face looking at him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Trunks looked back down at his plate. He picked up his fork and teased the grayish blob on his plate. They had gotten home too late; Bulma had already made dinner. Trunks was even surprised to see Vegeta pocket his pride and eat the almost alive blob that Bulma had somehow made. It was like last year's science project gone bad.

"Are you sure?" Bulma prodded.

&nbspTrunks looked up and smiled. "I'm just not very hungry."

&nbspBulma continued to look concerned, but she backed away. "Ok."

"He's thinking about Karaine," Bra piped up from across the table.

"Oh," Bulma's face and voice lightened at this. "Does my little boy finally have a girlfriend?"

"Mom," Trunks said as he rose from his seat. He was irritated with his mother now. "I'm not your little boy anymore. I'm almost twenty-eight years old."

"You're my little boy if I say you are," Bulma said.

&nbspWith one smooth move, Trunks shoved his seat under the table and turned on his heel and almost stalked out. He was halfway down the hall when he slowed his pace down. He knew how much his mother wanted grandchildren one of these days, and was constantly trying to get him interested in girls. Trunks stopped and leaned his backup against the wall of the hallway and slipped his hands into his pant pockets.

&nbspHe stared down at his shoes and followed the stream of light in the darkness up to the lone window at the far end of the hallway. Now that he had found that "special someone," Bulma wasn't going to leave him alone until he was at the altar.

&nbspThat was the problem. He was crazy for Karaine, and it seemed she could care less. He could just pass if off as a result of a troubled childhood and her not knowing how to react to affection, but Karaine had a cousin that seemed to truly care for her.

&nbspAnother thing that Trunks could not grasp an understanding of was the fact why he had become so attracted to Karaine. Trunks didn't know if he believed in love at first sight or not.

&nbspThe night of the party proved something. Karaine was very open and affectionate ten years ago, but that night she tried to get him to go away. Ten years can change a person and a person's feelings for another. But, she finally gave in and fell into his arms. Trunks could still feel that feeling and he loved it. The fact that she never returned a pledge of her love nagged at the back of his mind.

&nbspHe continued down the hall and into his bedroom. He left his room dark and crossed the room to the balcony doors. He went out onto the balcony and stared up at the moonless star-filled sky in a daze. His thoughts centered on Karaine and the comments that his father had made about the White Tailed Saiyans. What if...Vegeta was right?

&nbspTrunks dismissed the growing sense of anxiety in his stomach.

"I'm half Saiyan," Trunks whispered to himself. "There should be no problems if Karaine is Saiyan too."

&nbspHe heard a quiet whoosh behind him. Not thinking much of it, Trunks slowly turned around to investigate.

&nbspOn the roof behind him sat Karaine with her legs crossed. She watched him with hooded eyes.

"Karaine..." Trunks said up to her. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to tell you something," she said. "Something very important."

"Could you come down here and tell me?" Trunks asked. "My neck is starting to hurt."

&nbspKaraine smirked. "No, I think I'll stay up here."

"Fine, then I'll come up." Trunks floated up to the roof and landed next to her. He sat down and slipped an arm about her shoulders.

"No," she tried to shrug his arm off. Trunks removed his arm and used his hands to prop himself up behind him. They remained silent for several moments.

"People are starting to make fun of me," Trunks said.

"Really? Why?" Karaine asked.

"It's really only mom and Bra," Trunks replied. "It's obvious mom wants grandchildren and she's been trying since I was a teenager to find my a girlfriend. I think she was half-afraid that I was gay or something. Then you came along," Trunks looked at her, "and now I know why she's happy you're here."

"What do you mean?"

"My mom likes you and thinks you're perfect for me," Trunks said. "Or, at least that's what I'm getting from her." Karaine stared down at the shingles on the roof. Her bangs hung down and obscured her face from his sight. "But, it's how I feel that's important, isn't it? You already know how I feel, Karaine, I've told you before, but I don't mind saying it again. I wouldn't mind if I had to say it a million times, but I want..." he reached over and he gently brushed her bangs away from her face and slipped his fingertips around her chin and slowly turned her face toward him. "I want to know how you feel. I know you feel something, I just want to know what. Please, Karaine..."

&nbspTrunks froze at the tortured look on her face. "I...I don't know..." she whispered.

"Do you...not understand affection and love?" He asked, not removing his hand from her face.

"No, I understand it fine, but I don't know how I feel," Karaine said. "But, to be truthful, there is something there. Please don't tell me you like me just because your mother likes me."

&nbspTrunks laughed. "No. I truly do. Remember Karaine, I met you and fell for you before you met my mom." He shifted onto his knees in front of her and held her hands in his. "The one thing that truly bothers me is that I know nothing of your past and your lineage. Would your father approve of me?"

&nbspKaraine lowered her head in thought. After a moment, she looked up into his eyes again. "Yes, he would."

&nbspTrunks smiled. "I'm glad. I'm so glad. I love you so much."

"Prove it."

"Prove it?"

&nbspKaraine smiled. "Yes, prove it."

"Ok," Trunks smirked and cupped her face in his hands. He slowly bent his face in close to hers and kissed her deeply.