Chronicles of Etcha
Saiyan Girl
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the story! Here comes part 2! It’s really long, so enjoy!
Goku
burst through the door and raced to Gohan’s room, Vegeta on his tail.
“Gohan!” He gasped, his eyes frantically searching the room.
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Gohan,
however, was standing over the sleeping Etcha on the floor. He jumped at the
sight of his father and shook a little when he saw Vegeta.
Ve'>Vegeta
leaned against the doorway and rolled his eyes. “What were you doing, boy?” he
demanded, his eyes on the assassin now.
“I...it
was an accident...I just knocked over the little...” Gohan stammered
Goku
knelt down beside Gohan, a hand on each shoulder, “It’s
okay. Her name is Etcha and she’ll be staying with us for a w, ok, okay?”
“Why?”
Goku
paused and exchanged looks with Vegeta.
“Your
mother...” Vegeta said slowly, “Is a—”
“Very
generous person,” sai said suddenly, cutting Vegeta off, “and decided that we
should take care of her because we don’t know who she is and what she’s doing
here—”
“Kakarot!”
barked Vegeta, “You can’tl mel me you actually approve of this? The girl is an assassin, sent by Cooler himself to
kill me!!”
Gohan’s
eyes snapped towards the girl immediately.
“Cooler?”
Goku whispered, “Are you...?”
“According
to the girl,” Vegeta mumbled.
“She
told you herself?” Goku asked quietly, his eyes traveling over
“It
took some...persuasion....” Vegeta smirked.
Gohan
suddenly glared at Vegeta in disgust, “She’s just a girl!”
“A
damned little determined one!” Vegeta hissed, “She may not look like it, but
she’s...firm in her decision to kill
me...”
“
morning...” Goku whispered.
“Oh,
no, I’m not leaving!” Vegeta said stubbornly as he walked towards Etcha and
frowned, “You think—you fool—that
she’ll wake up and thank you for your hospitality? No, you idiots! She’ll try
and kill you all!”
“Let
her try,” Gohan said, “My dad’s the strongest—”
“Strong
or not,” Vegeta retorted, glowering, “It is not wise to keep a villain in
yo
your home,”
Gohan’s
face grew a brilliant shade of scarlet as he spoke, “And what about
you—”
“Enough!”
Vegeta roared, his self control flying out the window, “I am not...I...” his
voice trailed off, trying to grasp the words he couldn’t find.
“Please,”
Goku glanced at Gohan disapprovingly, “Let’s just try and find out what we’re
going to do with her for now,”
Vegeta
frowned. As much as he hated the place... “I will take
her to Master Roshi’s home...”
others?
You expect them to just welcome the girl? I dunno if he’d approve...” Goku said
hesitantly, his brow furrowing in frustration.p>
“I’m
afraid so. Otherwise, I will kill them,”
* *
*
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“Wha—?”
blinked, “Vegeta? What are you doing here?”
The
morning had not yet passed as the sun shined brightly in the sky. It was slowly
approaching
“It
seems...” he said slowly, motioning to the still unconscious Etcha in his arms,
“We have a problem,”
Master
Roshi looked from the girl and Vegeta in confusion
and sighed. He ushered Vegeta inside and listened attentively as Vegeta
recalled what happened and what Goku, Gohan and himself had decided on.
“
thoughtfully, “Correct me if I’m wrong, Vegeta, but I’ve never seen you as the
type of person to care about anybody but yourself.”
“What?”
Vegeta could feel his temper rising again, but he fought the urge to.
“Simple.”
Master Roshi said calmly, “You—fearing for the safety
of Goku’s household—took it upon yourself to bring Etcha here and stay with
her,”
Blood
was boiling in Vegeta’s face, his hand twitching.
A
small grin crept across Master Roshi’s face as he
continued, “Either that, or you care for the young girl and want her,”
Vegeta
was at a loss for words.
“Ah,
so I am right?”
“No!”
Vegeta shouted, rising to his feet, “I can’t take her to Bulma
or Capsule Corporation for that matter! Where else am I o?”
“Why
do you still have her?” Master Roshi asked, “She’s of
no use to you or no one else for that matter. Why are you keeping her alive?”
“Because she is my assassin, cold-hearted and alone.
he grabbed Etcha and marched out of the door and shot in the sky.
“Oh,
but Vegeta, that is where you are wrong.” Master Roshi
chuckled as he watched him leave.
* *
*
Vegeta
was sitting down near the bank of a stream, watching it slowly pass by. His
eyes were blank in thought as his arm rested on his knee, watching the fish
swim beneath the blue depths.
Etcha
was lying nearby, laying in the grass and still unconscious.
Vegeta
hadn’t knocked her out only once. Countless times, while he was on his way to
so happily hurt her again. It was a cycle. Her eyes fluttered, his hand shot
out, and she would collapse against his chest again.
Vegeta
couldn’t help but notice her beauty as she slept. It reminded him of how he
would watchan can class=SpellE>Bulma as she worked from a distance when
he stayed at the Capsule Corporation. However, this woman was different. Her
hair was jet black, her eyes brown. And the necklace....
If
Kakarot had been telling the truth, she was...a saiyajin....
That
necklace was the sign of innocence...
Vegeta
shook his head vigoly. ly. No, no...it couldn’t be
true. There were no remaining saiyajins...where there?
He
suddenly wanted to shake her awake and demanere ere she came from. However,
Vegeta remained sitting near the small stream, contemplating. <
“
fluttered again.
Immediately,
Vegeta jumped up and prepared to defend himself. This little thing would most
definitely try and kill him again on contact.
“C’mon,
then,” Vegeta muttered to himself quietly as she stirred. “Show me what you
got...”
Etcha,
however, only sat up slowly, rubbing her head. Her jet black hair cascaded down
her back as she glanced up and saw Vegeta. Almost automatically, Etcha screamed
in fear as she tried feebly to scramble away from him.
Vegeta,
bewildered, only stepped closer. “What is wrong with you, woman?” he demanded,
grabbing both shoulders.
In a
fit of defense, Etcha brought her fists up, colliding into Vegeta and sending
him swirling down upwards. Vegeta howled in a rage as his eyes glittered
dangerously. Clutching his jaw, he roared:
"Verdana Ref"'> That will have been the last
punch you—”
Suddenly,
Vegeta froze and saw her sitting down near the shade of the tree, shaking in
fear. He saw her grip her necklace and whimper.
“I...”
Vegeta softened his tone, however he sounded a bit gruff as he touched ground
and slowly approached her.
Etcha
flinched, squeezing her eyes shut, her hands grasping her necklace tightly.
“Please...don’t hurt me....”
Vegeta
frowned. Who was this woman? She was nothing like the girl who had thrown
herself at him the previous night, vowing to kill him.
“What
happened to you, Etcha?” he hissed her
name, spitting it out as if it were some poisonous, vile thing.
“...Etcha...”
she whispered, her eyes going blank as she slowly sank to the ground.
“Kami, woman!
are!?”
Vegeta
knew, however, that this was a very
probable possibility. The many times he had knocked her unconscious during the
trip to the Roshi house...the numbers were
uncountable...
Etcha
only sobbed, burying her face into her hands.
“Etcha...”
Vegeta whispered, touching her shoulder. His voice softened considerably this
time, and Etcha looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. “Don’t be
afraid of me...” he said quietly. In his heart, he was begging her to believe
him, yet he would die before he would admit it. “I won’t hurt you...”
“Who...where?” Etcha managed to choke out. Finally, after a
moment’s silence, Etcha only grasped Vegeta and buried her face into his chest,
weeping still. Vegeta’s eyes widened at her actions.
Instead
of pushing her away in disgust, or howling in rage, however, Vegeta awkwardly
wrapped his arms around her fragile frame, placing his chin on the tf hef her
head. He reached up and stroked her hair gently, and Etcha only continued to
cry.
* *
*
“How
is my girl? My precious? How is she faring?”
“Our
censors indicate that Vegeta is still alive.”
“And Etcha? My darling Etcha?”
“She’s
alive as well, sir,”
thought. Everything is working out perfectly,” he paused. “And...
“He
is alive, too,”
“He
will soon die. As will Vegeta. Both of them,”
* *
*
“I...I
think it’s best if we visit Kakarot, Etcha.” Vegeta managed to say.
“Etcha...”
she whispered again, this time pulling away and looking up at Vegeta. “I am
Etcha?”
The
warrior nodded, “And I am Vegeta. Prince of all Saiyajins.”
Etcha
froze suddenly and looked up at Vegeta as she began to tremble. “Saiyajins...”
she murmured, “You are a saiyajin...”
“Yes.
Saiyajins are a race of warriors.” Vegeta’s eyes glanced at Etcha’s
necklace and back to her eyes. “You...remember anything about saiyajins?”
“I...I’m
not sure...”
>
“Come
with me,” Vegeta stood up and offered her his hand, “We must go see Kakarot
about this. You will need a place to
stay, after all,”
>
* *
*
Goku
sat down, exhausted. Gohan sat in his room, studying (or so his mother thought)
while ChiChi baked the fish that Goku had just brought in.
Silently,
Goku waited for his food. ChiChi took her time, however, angry that Etcha was
no longer in the household and Goku and Gohan had been unable to explain her
disappearance. When she had demanded where she was, Goku only managed to
stammer, “I-I don’t know? Maybe with Vegeta?”
This,
it had seemed, was the wrong thing to say. It had only fueled Chichi’s anger,
and she had insisted that Goku find the ‘poor innocent girl’ and that ‘vicious
killer’. When Goku refused—saying it would be best not to meddle in Vegeta’s
affairs—ChiChi had calmed down, but still refusedspeaspeak to him or Gohan for
that matter.
It
was then, as ChiChi stubbornly threw the plates on the table (Goku flinched at
this) that Vegeta chose to pound on the door.
Goku
immediately took this as an opportunity to move as he jumped up and soared for
the door, nearly colliding with Gohan.
There
stood Vegeta, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, and looking thoroughly
“Vegeta?” Goku asked, puzzled, “What’re you—?”
Suddenly,
ChiChi scrambled towards the door, pushing Goku and Gohan aside. Panting
heavily with one hand planted on each side of the door frame, she screamed,
“What did you do with her, you monster?!”
merely frowned.
Etcha
cowered behind Vegeta, trembling. “Please...don’t let her—”
“Shut
up,” Vegeta muttered coldly, “You shouldn’t be afraid of a human woman. You are
far more stronger than you can imagine.”>
Etcha
nodded slowly as she timidly stepped out from behind him.
ChiChi
suddenly smiled warmly, “Hello, I’m ChiChi,”
“This
is Etcha,” Vegeta said gruffly, motioning towards the still trembling girl.
“She
can speak for herself, I am sure,”
ChiChi said through gritted teeth.
Vegeta
immediately put a fatherly hand on Etcha’s shoulder.
“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered to her and she nodded again.
some kind of...you know...she was an—”
“Apprentice.” Vegeta said quickly, “Kakarot, please, follow me.”
Puzzled
but curious, Goku excused himself past ChiChi and followed Vegeta reluctantly.
“And your son. Bring your son.”
Etcha
looked at Vegeta pleadingly, but he only motioned for her to follow ChiChi.
“Hello,
dear,” ChiChi said happily, grasping her hand gently, “Come with
* *
*
While
Etcha sat in the living room of Vegeta’s rival’s home with ChiChi combing her
hair lovingly, Vegeta found himself and Goku as well as Gohan outside of his
house, ‘discussing’ Etcha.
“Her
memory...is just gone?” Gohan asked quietly, “So...she can’t remember
anything?”
Vegeta
nodded slowly.
“Are
you...sure?” Goku asked, “Are you sure that she isn’t—er—playing?”
“Playing?”
snapped Vegeta irritably. “Kakarot, why would she pretend?”
“She’s...clever,
it seems,” said Goku, “And she knows she cannot beat you by force...so what if
she’s—”
“I
will not tolerate trickery!” Vegeta roared, slamming his fist into a nearby
tree.
Gohan
shivered.
“Vegeta,
it’s only a possibility....”
“...You
don’t understand, Kakarot...” Vegeta muttered, “...she’s like me...alone and
cold-hearted...someone like me...someone who doesn’t
belong and who cannot be accep..an..and...she’s just a
mere toy soldier to some freak...Frieza’s
brother,n!”
“I’ve
been meaning to talk to you about that,” Goku said quietly, “You remember her
necklace? What...what if she was...saiyan?”
“The
idea is outrageous!” Vegeta ranted, pacing back and forth. The truth was
still refused to even acknowledge the idea...
“I
know, Vegeta, but think about it...”
“She
has no tail!” Vegeta hissed, glaring
at Kakarot. How dare he even
“Vegeta,
neither do we!” Goku protested, holding up his hands in defense, “It’s very
likely that—”
“
ed
dangerously, “I am the Prince, I am!
Not you! You have lived here your whole life! I know this! Do you have any idea
what it was like, Kakarot? Watching your home planet be
destroyed as you sat there, helpless!? I watched the saiyajins die! I watched
my family die! I watched my brothers die! The only remaining ones...they were
taken away...the strongest ones were taken by
“Vegeta,
I know this is hard for you, but she has the necklace!” Goku said loudly, “She
has the necklace!”
“And!?
What of it!? She could just be some wretched little thief for all I know!”
“All
I’m saying is—”
“The
saiyajins are a race of warriors, Kakarot! I would know...I’m the
“STOP
IT!” Goku bellowed, clenching his fists, “I know who you are! I know who you
I!” Goku sighed as he looked up to the sky, “GohGo sGo see if your mother is
done cooking”—(Gohan happily obliged, excusing himself from the growing
tension)—“...Look, Vegeta, Etcha isn’t something you can push away with your
pride. She has come here, come into our lives, and has all these signs
indicating that she could very well be a saiyajin,”
Vegeta
paused, still glaring at Kakarot. He had not expected an outburst. Kakarot had
always seemed like the type to take it instead of rebelling. Nevertheless,
Vegeta continued, “We are a race of warriors, Kakarot,” It pained Vegeta to use
the phrase “we”, but he did it to please Kakarot; to get him in a better mood.
He didn’t have time to deal with him. “As for that, females are rarely born. On
our planet, they are used for mating reasons only...”
“Females...are...
Vegeta
nodded, “Therefore, they are used for breeding purposes only.
Goku
paused as he spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully, “Have you ever...?”
“No.”
Vegeta said quietly. “I’ve never even seen a female saiyajin.”
Goku
sighed and rubbed his temples. “I know...this may be a little hard for you to
accept, but it’s a possibility...”
“What
kind of saiyajin kills their own Prince? She does not
have a tail, and she—”
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“Think
about it, Vegeta. You said she was sent by Cooler, who is bent on killing
her...”
“But...how?
How would he have met her? How could he have convinced her to kill her own
Prince?” Vegeta demanded.
“I
don’t know. The only person who can tell us that for sure is Etcha.”
“She
can’t...remember anything...” Vegeta said before adding hastily, “But maybe
that’s for the best...”
“No.
She needs to remember, Vegeta. If she fails to kill us, Cooler will know, and
he’ll come back to kill us himself.”
“But...”
Vegeta sighed irritably as he ran his hands through his hair. “You killed him,
didn’t you?”
Goku
frowned, “I dunno, Vegeta. I guess I didn’t do my best...”
Vegedidndidn’t reply. He only leaned against a tree, staring at the small blades of
grass that moved with the wind.
“The
only way you can find out for sure is to unlock her past, Vegeta.” Goku said
slowly.
“And
how do you propose I do that!?” barked Vegeta. “I can’t just shake her and
expect a full biography on the damn thing, now can I!?”
“She
trusts you.” Goku said quietly. “She trusts you more than anyone else right
now.”
“Kakarot! The previous night she was trying to kill me!”
“I
know, but—”
“Fine. I will watch over her. But don’t expect Bulma
to allow her in to corporation. I will stay in—”
“Here.
With me and ChiChi and Gohan.”
Vegeta
looked up at Goku curiously, only to find Goku offering him his hand. Vegeta
frowned as he clasped his hand and mumb “Do “Don’t tell the Namek
about this.”
* * *
The
next few days were a blur for Vegeta. He stayed away from Capsule Corporation and
spent most of his time meditating in the woods, as far as possible from the
house as he could go. He kept his distance from Kakarot and the entire family
and only stayed in the house long enough to eat and sleep.
For
Etcha, however, things were different. ChiChi had insisted she share a room
withan, an, while Vegeta was left with a couch. ChiChi had given Etcha undying
maternal love, always whining and fussing about her hair and clothes—and
especially her company. Much to Etcha’s despair,
ChiChi had forbidden her to train with Goku, let alone Vegeta for that matter.
Etcha found herself to be the center of attention the very day she had arrived.
Goku
was repeatedly asking her questions, pausing as he carefully chose his words.
ChiChi continued following her around, persistent that her stay be perfect.
Gohan, however, had avoided her at all costs, sometimes going as far as to skip
dinner to study.
bothered Etcha the most was Vegeta refused to acknowledge her presence, unless
of course, ChiChi had become overprotective. Etcha was
indeed grateful for her hospitality, however it wasominoming out of hand.
Finally, that very evening of the day she had arrived, Vegeta had blown up.
“She
is not your child!” Vegeta shouted, his self control snapping in half.
ChiChi
flushed a bright red as she countered, “She may not be my child, but she is my
responsibility!”
“Responsibility!?” Vegeta bellowed, “If anyone is responsible for her, it’s ME!”
“You
can’t even take care of yourself!” ChiChi screeched.
Goku
put a comforting hand on her shoulder, murmuring, “ChiChi, please calm down...”
but she merely shook it off.
“Etcha
does not need such nonsense! She is more of a warrior than a human child!”
“You
can’t take care of her, you freeloader! Staying in Bulma’s
home because she’s rich! I know! She talks to me, you know!!”
“
rising with every word, “That is not true! And Etcha needs training! Not your
ridiculous pampering!”
“FINE!” ChiChi screamed, “She’s your responsibility! You take care of
her!”
With
that, ChiChi pushed herself away from the table and stormed upstairs, very
flustered.
Etcha
sat there, staring at her food, wide-eyed. Goku laughed nervously, offering to
break the silence. “So...heh...good fish, eh, Vegeta?”
Vegeta’s
eyes glared at Goku, daring him to say another word.
“I’m
going out.” utteuttered darkly as he excused himself from the table and flew
out of the front door.
Etcexchexchanged glances with Goku and continued to eat in silence. Being as Gohan had
refused to come out for dinner, it was only those two, eating quietly at the
table that night. Goku didn’t understand what was happening..:p><:p>
The
boy from the future... He had told him Bulma was his
mother. Was Bulma...pregnant by now?
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*
Etcha
shifted uncomfortably in her sheets. Gohan was already asleep, but Etcha
couldn’t seem to find it. The floor wasn’t a problem—as ChiChi had provided
many warm blankets—and the low humming of the fan wasn’t bothering her
either...
Etcha
sighed as she lay on her side, curling her knees to her chest and hugging them.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep. Slowly and steadily, high
pitched screams found their way into her dreams. Etcha’s
eyelids fluttered as the screams grew louder, and soon, another voice joined
the screams. A deep chuckling which grew to become an enormous laugh....
Suddenly,
cold fingers grazed her cheek. She could feel the breeze of a long deadly tail
swishing from side to side, twitching. The laughter grew and grew, and the
screaming became unbearable...
Etcha
wanted to scream...she wanted to claw at her face and tear at her cheeks...but
she couldn’t. It was like her whole body had gone numb and cold; she couldn’t
find her voice...
A
sharp stinging pain stung her right cheek and her eyes suddenly snapped open.
Gohan
was staring at her, his eyes wide in alarm. He was sitting on her abdomen, one
hand raised as if to slap her, and the other holding her other hand down.
“I-I...y-you
were thrashing around...” Gohan stammered as he lowered his hand, “I-I...I
didn’t know what to do...”
Etcha’s heart was racing madly, “I...I had a nightmare...”
“I’m
sorry I slapped you,” Gohan mumbled as he let got of her hand he kept pinned
down. “It’s just that...you wouldn’t wake up when I shook you,”
“It’s
okay...” Etcha managed to say, her throat dry and scratchy, “I wanted...I
wanted to wake up...”
Gohan
continued to stare at her in fascination. The moments ticked by and suddenly,
Gohan found himself dipping towards her, his lips moving towards hers as he
planted each hand on each side of her.
Suddenly,
the door flew open and Gohan immediately moved off of her, shaking.
“Etcha?”
It
was Vegeta.
Etcha
sat up abruptly and murmured, “Vegeta?”
“What
happened?” he demanded, his eyes locking Gohan’s.
“S-she
had a nightmare...” Gohan mumbled as he avoided his eyes. “I woke her up,”
“Is
this true?”
Etcha
nodded.
Vegeta
raised an eyebrow, still glancing from Gohan to Etcha, as if to search for some
lie. “What kind of nightmare?”
“I
think,” Vegeta said slowly, eyeing Gohan, “That it would be best if Etcha took
the sofa out in the living room while I sleep on the floor in here,”
* *
*
Sleep
came soon enough to Etcha, but morning came too soo:p><:p>
ChiChi
was in a foul mood again, refusing to speak to anyone, even Etcha. Gohan had
locked himself in his room, mumbling about studying and work. Vegeta had more
commanded than asked that Etcha come with him out into the woods to spar with
him, and Goku had so happily decided to join them. However, Etcha soon realized
that she would much rather stay with ChiChi in the house rather than follow
Vegeta into the woods.
“Okay,
you remember how to fly at least,” Goku said, “So let’s see your stance,”
Etcha
frowned as she moved into her position, which wasn’t all to pleasing to Vegeta.
“Feh.
that? You’re leaving all your weak spots open to your enemy,” he muttered, his
eyes narrowing in disgust.
“Now,
wait a minute,” Goku said as he approached her, “Move your arms here...”—Goku
grasped her wrists and moved them upwards, to block her sides and chest—“...and
spread your legs a little more...”—he pushed his foot between hers, separating
them so as Etcha’s feet were the same distance as her
shoulders—“...and there! Now just keep your eyes on the enemy and don’t let him
get a move in on you,”
Vegeta
growled. “I’ll fight her,”
Etcha
held her breath as Vegeta moved forward, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.
“Move
into your stance,” Vegeta commanded, and Etcha only obediently obeyed.
“Uh...Vegeta,
is that your stance?” Goku asked slowly.
“Yes.”
“But—”
“
it
it does leave all weak spots open,
but it’s very intimidating, don’t you
agree?” Vegeta grinned devilishly, “I don’t think she’d even
“Okay...ready
Etcha?”
The
girl nodded.
“BEGIN!”
Etcha
swiftly moved to the side, narrowly avoiding Vegeta as he thrust his fist out
at her. Smirking triumphantly, Vegeta simply disappeared. Etcha’s
eyes searched frantically for him, darting left and right, up and down...
“Track
him!” Goku shouted, “Not with your eyes, but feel him!”
“How!?” Etcha asked desperately, “I don’t...I don’t understand!!”
“Feel
his energy!”
“I-I
can’t...I can’t feel him!”
“Close
your eyes and heighten your senses,” Goku commanded, “Try and feel his
energy...”
Etcha
nodded and reluctantly closed her eyes. Something about the thought of fighting
Vegeta with her eyes closed didn’t settle with her.
No.
She lost it. It was like a quick burst of energy, but suddenly, it was gone,
like that.
“ETCHA!!” Goku wailed, “OPEN YOUR EYES!”
Her
eyes snapped open only to find Vegeta smirking as he brought his hand against
her cheek, sending her soaring. She quickly regained her composure as she
jumped up. Taking no time, Vegeta advanced towards her with a barrage of
attacks, moving too quickly for the young girl. She brought her arms up to
shield him, but he was too quick with his hands. Suddenly, Vegeta’s cold hand
gripped hers as he twisted it carelessly aside and brought his knee to her
stomach. Eyes widened and mouth hanging in dull pain, Etcha gasped in pain.
Vegeta brought his hands to his side and screamed, “Galick
Cannon!”
However,
before he had time to complete the attack, Goku grabbed Etcha and wrenched her
aside.
“Stop
IT!” Goku shouted as he took the purple waves, a golden aura of
hands as little particles of dirt and sand flew about them, due to Vegeta’s
attack. However, when Etcha opened her eyes as the dust cleared out, she found
herself not staring at the bright smiling black haired man she knew as Goku,
but rather a blonde haired blue eyed man.
A
“Kakarot!?” Vegeta hissed, “You...you ruined my training!”
Goku’s
frown only deepened, “You could’ve hurt her.”
“I
think I did,” Vegeta flashed a grin, “You’re just trying to show off your
instant hair coloring trick, Kakarot. I’m trying to train,”
“No.”
Goku said slowly, “You’re not. You’re trying to prove that your better, again,
Vegeta. You’re trying to prove that you can beat a young girl. Have you sunken
to that level?” Goku demanded.
Vegeta
clenched his fists and glared at Goku, “I...I know how to achieve your power,
Kakarot. I know. And I will achieve it. I will become stronger than you.”
“Until
then, do try and keep yourself from beating up girls, Vegeta.”
Vegeta
snorted.
“I
think it’s best if we get going,”
* *
*
ChiChi’s mood had increased considerably during dinner, as Vegeta had
left the house and said he wouldn’t return until morning. Goku had whispered to
Etcha that he thought it would have been best if she didn’t know that Vegeta
had lost control.
ChiChi
and Goku discussed certain matters while Etcha had excused herself, saying she
was far too tired. Goku offered her a sympathetic look, but otherwise nodded
and said “Good-night,”
Etcha
lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. All she could think about was Vegeta.
He was kind to her...but still...he was, in a way, a monster...
Etcha
shivered as she curled up into a ball.
Just
then, Gohan entered the room and lay on his bed, mumbling a an
an
class=SpellE>G’night,” to Etcha.
“’Night,”
“Hey, Etcha?” Gohan asked as he lay on his bed and stared at the
ceiling.
“Yeah?”
“Is
it true...that your necklace...is a sign of innocence?”
Etcha
blinked blankly as she looked at her necklace. “I dunno...I can’t remember...”
Gohan
sighed, “Well, just thought I’d ask,” he paused, then
added, “I’m really sorry...it must be hard for you to live here...not knowing
who you are...”
Etcha
smiled to herself as she replied, “It’s alright. I don’t ask for sympathy,”
“’Night,
Etcha,”
“’Night....”
Soon
enough, Etcha found herself listening to Gohan’s light snores. She watched the
moonlight through the window and thought about Vegeta. Where was he...? How
could he have gone off like that? And where would he go?
And...her necklace. A sign of innocence? Etcha
looked down at the shimmering red ruby held in place by a silver birdlike claw.
Innocence...
* *
*
>
Etcha’s eyes snapped open immediately.
She
glanced at the window and nearly screamed.
There,
standing at the window, lightly tapping at it, was a monster. A fat, red,
However,
just as quick as the rush of horror came to her, she suddenly felt compelled to
open the windows. To talk to him.
“Etcha,”
the monster whispered through the glass. Etcha nodded as she slowly made her
was to the window and opened it. “So glad to see you again,”
“Who
are you?”
The
creature chuckled, “Cooler said this would happen. Part of the plan ’e says...”
Another laugh. “It’s ’orrible
that you don’t remember me. Name’s Torrir, and please, follow
me, young missus,”
Etcha
paused and then finally grabbed the creature’s hand, who
helped her over the window. She dusted off her long sleeved pajamas as she
followed the thing through the woods. Finally, she had grown the courage to ask
him, “Where are we going?”
“I “Like...what?” “How “Goku?” “Yes,” “He’s...so “Not “Yes. “Not “What? “
have some explaining to do, it seems...” the thing mumbled, “...but first, I’d
like to ask you some questions...if
that’s okay with you, of course,”
are things with Kakarot?”
he said, “Goku. How is he, Etcha?”
strong...very strong,” Etcha murmured.
unbeatable, is he, missus?” the creature asked, twisting his hand back to see
her.
Unbeatable he is...” Etcha said quietly, keeping her eyes glued to the ground.
for you, of course,”
What do you mean?” Etcha asked, bewildered, “I don’t understand...”
I can only hope his plan will bring you back to your power, missus,”
Something
about this thing’s tone made Etcha believe he was...lying.
“You
could beat him, I’m sure. You are Master Cooler’s strongest warrior; my
superior,”
“...
He
nodded, “Yes, Etcha. I still have hope in you, unlike most of your followers. This
can work still...it is—after all—your
plan.”
“What
did I plan?” Etcha said, “I don’t...I can’t remember...”
Torrir
frowned, “It pains me to see young missus in such a state. Please, let us talk
of your mission. You said Goku was unbeatable? Hah, a laugh it is...”
“No...
looks...his power...it’s just this...this surge
of power that comes from him. Like I can almost...feel him,”
“So...”
Torrir said quietly, “The rumor is true. Frieza...it
really happened?”
“I
don’t understand...”
heaved a sigh, “He changes? His power? It changes? And
he becomes...different in appearance? Bright blue eyes and
golden hair?”
Etcha
nodded, “That’s exactly what I saw,”
“Oh,
help us...Master Cooler’s gonna ’ave a fit over this,
’e will,”
“He...it’s
like he became a completely different person,”
Torrir
stopped and turned to face Etcha when the came across a clearing, “Now, see
here,” he said roughly, “He may be Super Saiyan...but that can’t stop you,
Etcha. Master Cooler has great faith in you, ’e does.”
“Cooler...”
Etcha shuddered.
“I’m
risking a lot to come out and see you, you know.” Torrir said proudly, “And I
know you have forgotten us, but I just had to see how you were doing...besides,
I could always alter your memory...”
“My memory!?” Etcha cried, “You can unlock my past!?”
Torrir
chuckled, “Heh, a little excited there, aren’t you?”
Etcha
only stared at him pleadingly, “Tell me about me,”
“I’m
sure your Prince knows about you by now. I’m sure one of them
“Souvenir?”
Torrir
nodded, “Your necklace. Your stunning Saiyan necklace,”
Etcha
looked down at her necklace and frowned. “I’m...saiyan...Prince Vegeta...”
“Yes,”
Torrir said, “I think I’ve said too much, missus Etcha, but what I can tell you
is to feed off your emotion. If Frieza’s records are true...you must act upon
your emotion, Etcha,”
“You...”
Etcha choked out, “...you expect me to kill Goku?”
Torrir
grinned, “No, no, Master Cooler will take care of that. You just need to take
care of your Prince,”
“But—”
“But?” Torrir inquired, “Etcha, don’t tell me you’ve actually
“I...I
didn’t...”
“Cooler
was afraid this could happen...” he whispered, his eyes darting to the ground
as he stroked his chin thoughtfully, “You were—in nature—cruel and quiet. A lot
like your family, you were. However, your memory being erased...this...this
“My family?”
Torrir
nodded again.
“Who—where
is my family?”
“Cooler
could kill me for telling you...” he mumbled, glancing at both sides, “Missus
Etcha, your family is dead. Killed by Frieza,
Cooler’s brother.”
Etcha
remained quiet and stared at the blades of grass that danced along the winds.
Finally, she spoke, “Dead. They’re all dead...”
“Not
entirely,” he whispered darkly, a grin settling around his face, “You have one
family member left,”
“Who?”
Suddenly,
there was a flash of light, blinding Etcha. She screamed and threw herself at
the ground, shielding her eyes. When everything cleared, Etcha
lay on the forest floor, his eyes rolling with his purple swollen tongue
lolling out of the side of his mouth. His body had been ripped in half,
“Etcha,
did you just scream at the sight of a dead body?”
Etcha
only whimpered as she pushed herself against a tree. “Who are you!?”
A
tall dark figure stepped forwards, arms crossed with a grin playing across his
face. “Remember me?” he asked flirtatiously, striding towards Etcha.
Etcha
stepped away slowly, her eyes fixed upon Torrir’s twitching hand.
“Hmph. Is that little bastard still alive?” the unknown man stepped
towards Torrir, who only gurgled incoherently.
“Rogoria...”
Torrir managed to choke out, his body writhing as he fought to move away, “Please...I
would...would not say...please...no...
“Oh,
do shut up,” Rogoria muttered fiercely as he raised his foot and brought it
down upon Torrir’s skull. Etcha screamed as the sickening crunch filled the
forest. Her heart was racing...her head was pounding...
Suddenly,
this man turned towards her and extended his hand, bowing.
“My
dear Etcha,” he said, “Surely you remember me?”
Etcha
shook her head vigorously. Everything...everything was numb. The dream...the
killing and the screaming and the smell of Torrir’s rotting, roasting flesh
filled her nostrils.
“Etcha,
you have changed indeed,” Rogoria chuckled, “You used to love killing just as
much as me for Master Cooler. I see that this horrible memory idea of yours was
just as I feared. I knew this would be a disaster,”
Etcha
stared at him, dumbfounded. His mouth was moving...but Etcha couldn’t hear
anything. She only stared at Torrir’s hand, which continued to twitch.
When
Etcha still didn’t reply, he moved closer.
“You
used to be just like me, my dear,” he murmured, gripping her shoulder, “You
“I...I
can’t remember...”
His
hand moved slowly down her hips, “I’m surprised,” he breathed on her neck, “that
you especially don’t remember me...”
Etcha
pushed him away, screaming in horror.
“Ah,
still resisting me, eh? Yes, you are the same Etcha indeed,”
her. “Little Saiyan girl...”
He
nibbled at her ear, his tongue sweeping over her lobe. He moaned softly, his
hands traveling over her body. Etcha shivered as she tried to scream, but he
had only muffled her mouth with his as he bit her tongue savagely, the taste of
blood filling both mouths. Tears were coming out of her eyes now as his hands
moved up her body, stroking her sides.
“You
were stronger than me,” he panted, “Let’s
see if your memory removed your powers, huh? How about a little workout? You
can take it...”
(
His
voice echoed in her ears as he teased the waistband of the shorts. Rogoria
chuckled softly as he moved a hand between her thighs as he parted them
roughly. Etcha gasped as she tried to writhe away, but the smell...the taste of
blood in her mouth, the sick stench of rotting flesh of Torrir’s twitching
body...
It
was making her sick...
Etcha
screamed in pain as the t fel fell onto Rogoria’s
shoulder. He was thrusting into her roughly, pulling out and slamming back in
further and further...
She
screamed and screamed, her nails burying themselves into his shoulders. He only
laughed, thrusting deeper and deeper.
“You
can take it...”
(
“I’m
gonna tear you open if you don’t fight it...bring out
the power Cooler believes you have, saiyan.” he hissed, “I’m gonna tear you
Etcha
snapped.
Her
heart felt like it had stopped, her legs froze
jelly legs she had as he smashed himself into her. Her eyes grew wide as her
mouth closed abruptly, no sound escaping her lips. However, on the inside...she
was screaming.
“NO
MORE!” Etcha cried, her ki rising around her,
throwing Rogoria back. He flew backwards, slamming into a nearby tree.
“Ugh...”
he groaned, pushing himself up.
“Go
away,” Etcha muttered fiercely as her ki cackled around
her, her eyes dark and intense, “Go away...now....”
Rogoria
stared at her in horror. “Etcha...you...you’re stronger.... It’s the power
level Cooler was waiting for you to surface...”
He
walked towards her, his arms open as if to hug her.
Etcha
glared at him, “Take another step, Rogoria, and I will break both of your arms
and feed you to the bounty hunters.”
When
Rogoria paid no heed, Etcha’s hand shot out, grasping
his, her fingers interlocking his. Before he had a chance to twist away, Etcha
thrust her hand forward, breaking it.
Rogoria
cried out in pain, “PLEASE!” he begged, “Etcha! I’ve been your faithful servant
all these years...”
“You
stole it.”
“W-what?” Rogoria asked desperately, “What!?”
< cla class=GramE>“My innocence.” Etcha muttered as she gripped his broken hand
tighter, “I’m going to smash your hand, Rogoria. Then you can explain to Cooler
why—”
“I
brought out your power...I was doing it only to help you!” Rogoria cried
frantically, “Please...mercy...I was only helping...h-helping...”
A
maniacal grin crept across Etcha’s face as she
continued to smash Rogoria’s hand, “Does it hurt?”
Rogoria
didn’t answer.
“Does
it HURT!?” she demanded.
Rogoria
fell to his knees, his hand crunching underneath hers.
“Answer
me.”
“Yes...y-yes...it
hurts, Etcha...”
“I
hurt.”
“I
k-know...” Rogoria sobbed, “You...remember...and you’re powerful again...see?”
Etcha’s face twisted into hate as she spat in his face, “You are not
helping me. You stole it. Look.” Etcha grabbed the back of Rogoria’s
head, gathering his hair and forcing his face into her chest, “You see a
necklace?” she demanded, shaking him.
“N-no...”
Etcha
paused and stared at him long and hard.
“Here’s
the plan,” Etcha muttered as she released his crumbling hand and kicked him off
of her. “I will remain oblivious to previous night’s occurrences during the day.
In the morning, I will be the same. At night, I will come here and expect to be
trained by Cooler himself. Understood?”
“W-what?”
“You
fool,” Etcha spat, “Listen to me, you
blubbering idiot! You control my memory. At dawn, I will forget all that occurred
this night. But I will remember the others. ChiChi.
Vegeta. The only thing I expect to forget is you. I will remain oblivious to
Cooler and everyone else.”
“Cooler
will train you, missus...”
“During
the day, I am trained by Goku and Vegeta. At night, I will be trained by Cooler.
As I progress, my memories steadily coming back, I will kill Vegeta. I will
become stronger than him. And Kakarot will be in Cooler’s hands.”
Rogoria
merely sniffed.
“You’re
lucky I don’t kill you for killing Torrir. He was a good warrior.”
Rogoria
sobbed, “Thank you, missus for you mercy...please...let me go so you may return
in peace...”
“Take
Torrir with you,”
“Yes...yes
of course...”
“I
am returning to the house now. I expect you to follow my rules.”
Rogoria
nodded as he gathered what remained of Torrir and left.
Etcha
stared at the sky. “Oh,” she whispered delightedly, “I’m back...and I will kill
you, Vegeta,”