Lavender
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Trunks sighed and allowed his gaze to finally fall on the
clock in his office; it was just barely
o’clock
‘company morale’”.
He couldn’t think of anything more effective at lowering
morale than keeping people cooped up in this building all day.
Trunks was just about at the point where he was spinning in
his office chair and doing the rubber pencil trick when his mother burst into
the room.
“Oh, honestly Trunks, it’s not that bad.”
Trunks fixed his chair and slouched slightly. “That’s what
opened up in engineering, design and product development?”
“Mm?”
“Well here she is. You can conduct the interview at any
time, like right now?”
Bulma shoved the girl into the
office. Trunks dropped his pencil.
“This is Airashii, I feel that she’s highly qualified and if
you look at her test results, I think you’ll feel the same way.”
Trunks allowed his eyes to rove over the girl. She couldn’t
be more than eighteen, she barely looked even that. Her breasts looked as if
they were straining against the material of her shirt; her white bra was just
barely visible under whitwhite silk. The fullness of her breasts complimented
the roundness of her hips quite well. He couldn’t see much of her legs from the
slacks she was wearing. His eyes finally settled on her face. Her skin was
fairly pale and creamy, as if she had spent her life hiding from the sun; the
color of her full lips and cheeks was that of a soft rosy pink. Trunks found
his eyes drawn to her hair, or at least the two tendrils that had popped out of
the bun she wore. They just barely touched the ground, so it was reasonable to
assume that her hair may actually be that long. A few dark spikes framed her
face where more hair had escaped the confines of the bun, but she made no move
to brush them back. Her hair was the color of the darkest black he had ever
seen, even where the sunlight played about on her hair, it was merely reflected
and didn’t lighten the darkness of it at all.
Trunks finally found himself gazing
at her face again, her eyes. Thick dark lashes cast a shade over her chees
ss
she continued to look down while Bulma chattered on.
Perfectly shaped eyebrows framed her face and made it look even softer and more
feminine in addition to her features. Trunks began to lean forward slightly,
trying to scrutinize her face further. He hadn’t seen her eyes yet, hadn’t
really looked. He released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding when
she finally lifted her gaze. Her eyes were a brilliant pale purple, and he
wondered distantly if they were contacts. It was in that moment that he noticed
that she was actually looking at him. Her gaze was steady and seemed to pierce
right through him, there wasn’t a trace of a blush on
her cheeks. Trunks however quickly began to flush as he wondered exactly how
long she had noticed his gaze, and also how noticeable the stirr of of his
arousal would be if he stood up to greet her.
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Airashii felt her heart thundering in her chest, and she
wasn’t sure exactly whether it was from the attention Trunks seemed to be
giving her body, or the attention she was giving his in return.
His glasses seemed dd tdd to his air of scholarly
achievement, but gauging by the way he was looking at her, Airashii figured
that his looks might belie his true nature. He was quite handsome however, and
Airashii hadn’t failed to notice the buzz just outside of his office about him.
It seemed as if he had quite a fan club in his various secretaries, and if he
often acted on the intentions he expressed with those cornflower blue eyes of
his, she could see why.
What she couldn’t see, is why she felt attracted to him, why
she had felt herself arching her back and allowing her breasts to jut out
proudly when she caught his gaze on them.
“Maybe I really do
want this job…”
Bulma quickly ushered her into the
chair that sat in front of Trunks’ desk and Airashii felt her cheeks flare up
suddenly as the distance between Trunks and herself
closed to an uncomfortable level. Still, she extended her hand and murmured a
soft, “Hello.”
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Bulma paused and thought for a
moment, “So Airashii, just where are you from? You never answered me.”
“Well I’ve lived in the country with my aunt for most of my
life--”
Bulma interrupted, “Yes, you’ve
said that before, but where did you live before then?”
Airashii’s gaze fell and she began
to wring her hands gently. “A different planet entirely, but that must sound
strange.”
Bulma smiled warmly, “Believe me,
I’ve heard stranger things, and I’ve done some interplanetary traveling myself
as a matter of fact. Do you know which planet it was by any chance?”
Airashii seemed to think and spoke very softly, “I was very
young when we left, but I do remember bits and pieces of it…It was
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Bulma stuttered for a moment and
looked at her son in almost panic, “I wasn’t aware that there were any
survivors from Vegetasei.”
Airashii replied softly, “There aren’t many, then again,
we’re so scattered now that it’s fairly impossible to know just how many
few per planet, but it’s been such a long time that she’s not even sure any
more.”
Bulma patted her on the shoulder
and Airashii looked up, slightly annoyed, “Yes?”
“Well…how old are you?”
“I’m eighteen.”
Bulma looked to Trunks and back to
Airashii, “Well, you’re far too young to have been born before
Airashii thought for a moment, “Vegetasei
wasn’t destroyed, it simply died.”
Bulma looked seriously at Airashii
and began slowly, “Well there was a creature named Frieza,
he blew up Vegetasei because of his fear of the
Airashii frowned, “Frieza
slaughtered our people, he opened us up to constant attacks and left us with no
chance to sve, ve, he didn’t destroy the planet.”
Bulma sat beside Airashii and
blinked in confusion, “Just how much do you know?”
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Airashii continued looking at her hands as she continued,
“When Frieza claimed to have blown up
managed to keep anyone from checking into it, then again, I could see why no
one would. We are not a well liked people and there isn’t anyone who would have
come to our aid save our own people. Those who had escaped the supposed
destruction were glad to be alive, and since there wasn’t a planet any more,
there was no point in them checking. That’s only what I assume…
family, and he was in possession of prince Vegeta.
Our strongest warriors were sent out as bounty hunters for him, we had no way
to defend ourselves when the attacks started. Other planets realized how
vulnerable we were, and at the point when Frieza
began his public slaughters of Saiyans, they took
advantage. Vegetasei was subject to constant attacks,
and more often, coups to overthrow the current government by other rival
nations. We were just pawns in the grand scheme of things. Initially, the
remaining Saiyans formed militias and other loose
coalitions, but they weren’t a match for the sheer amount of ies ies we had
invading at that point, guerilla warfare was a constant from that point onward.
The strongest that had remained on the planet were slaughtered in the first two
invasions. The rulers at the time began slaughtering various sections of the
society, infant boys and teens were murdered initially, higher class
breed out the Saiyan traits, but at that point there were so few males that it
no longer mattered. They considered Saiyan women to be somehow less dangerous.
However, they didn’t want the race to survive, so they attempted to regulate
procreation for some time until the available number of males was low enough to
where they no longer had to, but attempted cloning was punishable by death, all
scientists were placed under close watch. It seems ridiculous, but there were
those who tried to revive the race through those means, my father tried… He
was…He was a doctor, he was once physician to all of the greatest Saiyan
warriors, all he wanted was to revive the planet, he couldn’t stand to see the
loss of the planet. His name was Doctor Rishardo…he,
he had samples from the warriors and he took whatever he could to the lab he
had underneath his home to begin the process. He had blood and hair samples,
and he had willing nationalist females, who would gladly bear the clones of the
great warriors, but his process was flawed and he wasn’t successful…But one
male had a semen sample. His name was…Aunt Dinnah told me it was
bear his child. So, Rishardo took my mother and
drugged her, he took her because she was a pure blood. She had once been some
sort of royalty, but she had become a shrine maiden after the turmoil began.
The Saiyans had never been a race that believed in
gods, but when there was so much widespread suffering, they…made one up.”
Airashii seemed to almost smile, but then the glimmer was
gone as she continued, “Her name was Cressa, she was
only nineteen. Rishardo drugged her and impregnated
her with the sperm sample in the same night. He kept her in his home and took
care of her. My aunt Dinnah would visit every night as soon as she found her,
pregnancy, he realized that I was a girl, he…chose to
keep me. I’ll never know why, but he decided to keep me. I’ve always believed
it was because of the love he had for my mother, Airashii means lovely in Saiyan
and aunt Dinnah always says that he called my mother that while she was
pregnant. She said that he even changed the name of the experiment to Airashii
and that’s what stuck with me when I was born…I grew up with him and my mother.
I knew what was happening outside, but in our little home it was different, I
felt safe…When I was four, they came for him. Somehow they found out what he
had been doing, perhaps it was because he was finally successful with the
cloning. Aunt Dinnah says that around my fourth birthday, Rishardo
had finally been able to extract the DNA needed to produce a successful copy of
another warrior…but he had chosen to use my mother’s eggs. Perhaps those
nationalist women thought she was unworthy and they called the authorities,
because no one else would have told…It was late and momma was rocking me to
sleep when they came…There was screaming and yelling and the tore me from
momma’s arms while they…”
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Tears hovered er der dark lashes and he wasn’t sure why, but
Trunks wanted to comfort her as she continued on, her voice thick with unshed
tears.
“They killed them both right there in our living room, they
decided that I was probably a natural product of their union, so they didn’t
kill me, but they sliced off my tail before they left me. I still remember when
aunt Dinnah showed up, and asking her why momma wouldn’t get up…she took me
away. She smuggled us onto a ship and sook ook me away…
We’ve lived here ever since, in our quiet solitude. I know
that Vegetasei is dead, it’s barren and dry now, with
not one Saiyan left , if you search the stars for it’s
location, you’ll see it. It’s black and brown now, the seas have dried up…there
was so much violence towards the land. It will be destroyed in a few years, but
t’s n’s not one person who even cares any more. Aunt Dinnah has cared for me,
trained me in the martial and magical arts. She’s asked me never to forget my
race of where I came from, and I haven’t… How many Saiyans
live on this planet that you know of them?”
Bulma replied slowly, “I’m married
to Prince Vegeta…Trunks is our son?”
Airashii nodded dazedly, “So the prince yet lives…It no
longer matters. He would be price of a very large rock now, perhaps it was
better that he got away, he would have only died in
the struggle and for what? To save nothing but his pride…It doesn’t matter, he
did what he had to.”
“If you’re Radditz’s son…perhaps
there is a way to find out. Radditz’s brother,
and my children are the only Saiyans on this planet,
with Goku and Vegeta being
the only ones of pure blood,” Bulma offered.
Airashii nodded slowly, “I see…so I’m to prove it to you
then?”
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