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::Chapter 2::

Arrival

Bra waved good-by to her crush-of-the-week as he drove away again, then she
headed toward the front entrance of her home, her purse and back-pack slung
over one shoulder. The seventeen year old trudged up the front walk, then
paused next to the "gravity stadium," as she liked to call it, when
several voices cried out from within.
Her brows puckered, curious, so she crept over to look in the single
porthole. She was surprised to see her brother and Goten inside, doing
handstand push-ups with her father near-by looking on. Both of them looked
ragged, their clothes ripped slightly, covered in sweat and their own dried
blood. The red halogens were on, which told Bra that her Daddy had turned the
gravity up, which explained why the two teens were having such a hard time
lifting their bodies. Her sensitive Saiyan ears caught the sounds of them
counting off.
"Seven hundred and ninety six, seven hundred and ninety seven, seven
hundred and ninety eight . . . ,"
Suddenly Goten lost his balance and went crashing into the tile, nearly
cratering it with his increased weight. He struggled to get back up, but it was
no use. Vegeta was on him in an instant, and punched him in the kidneys,
causing Goten to scream. Bra winced.
"Get up Brat!" he snarled, while Trunks continued with his
push-ups, expression resolute and face grim.
"I-I . . . I can't!" Goten managed to cry, looking downright
miserable. Vegeta sneered, then grabbed a fist-full of Goten's black hair and
rammed is face into the tile. Bra winced again, with a faint "ooh."
Obviously Goten didn't move again afterward, knocked completely unconscious.
Bra turned away, not wanting to witness any more. She wondered what they'd
done this time as she entered into the house. She turned and headed for her
room first to put her stuff away and change out of her skimpy red sundress and
into something more comfortable. This consisted of a simple, long-sleeved white
T-shirt, the mid-riff cut away, and a pair of comfy red shorts. Bra quickly
brushed out her aqua-colored locks, which fell down to her rear now, and then
exited her room on the way to the kitchen for a snack.
"Hi grams," Bra greeted cheerfully as she met up with her
grandmother, who was headed in the same direction.
"Hello dear, how was your day?"
"Great actually," she answered as they both entered the kitchen.
"Sean gave me a ride home today from school. I think he's going to ask me
out."
"That's wonderful, dear," her grandmother agreed with a
conspiratorial giggle.
"You had better not let Vegeta hear about it," her grandfather
admonished as he fixed himself a cup of tea. The old scientist grinned,
absently scratching the ears of Kitty, who resided ever-faithfully on his left
shoulder. "We all remember what happened the last time a boy asked you out
on a date, dear."
Bra sighed regretfully in remembering that same occurrence all too well.
Though Capsule Corporation had graciously paid for Tommy's hospital expenses
and some extra money for grievance and personal damages, the teen had wanted nothing
else to do with her after the incident, understandably.
"He's too overprotective," she muttered as she foraged around in
the refrigerator. "I love him to death, but Daddy has to understand that
I'm not a baby anymore. I'm seventeen years old, which is plenty old enough to
take care of myself."
"You'll always be his baby, even when you're old and gray," came
the voice of her mother as Bulma entered, smiling slightly. Bra sighed and
nodded miserably.
"I know," she groaned. She fished out some snacks to keep her
sustained until dinner and piled them on a tray.
"Say, mom, what did Trunks and Goten do? I saw them both in the Gravity
room. Dad was beating the crap out of them."
Bulma scowled.
"You will not even believe what your brother tried to pull," she
snapped angrily. "He was late for class so he told his English teacher
that I'd suffered a major heart attack, which was what caused him to be
late." Grams gasped.
"Oh dear," she murmured. Bulma continued scathingly.
"And that old goose fell for it! Can you believe that?! I'm only
thirty-five years old, dammit, and not knocking on death's door!"
Bra just snorted. Her mother, very sensitive about her age, was probably
more upset about the teacher believing that she'd actually had a heart-attack
than the fact that Trunks had lied about it, though her unfortunate brother was
the only one available to punish for the discretion.
Shortly after Bra had been born, her mother had searched out the Dragon
Balls and made a wish, that she, Chi-Chi and Videl would youthen and then age
at the same slow rate that their Saiyan counterparts did, so that they wouldn't
wither away and die while Vegeta, Goku and Gohan remained middle-aged or
younger. So, while she was the mother of two teenagers, Bulma Briefs remained in
appearance of barely thirty five years old, if that. Yet she was still
incredibly touchy about every one of the nearly sixty years of life that she
had lived, despite her youthened appearance.
Bra just shook her head, giving up on trying to understand her very
complicated mother, then loped into the family room to watch her favorite
afternoon shows. She sat down and grabbed the remote, then turned on the
huge-screen TV and began flipping through the channels. She had to pause at the
picture on one of them.
It was a news cast. The reporter was speaking frantically, and pointing
behind him. Bra's eyebrows furrowed and she leaned a little closer.
"We're not sure just yet what's inside," the man announced
shakily. "But it appears to be something living. Humanoid. Frank can you
get a close up?" he suddenly asked the camera man. The angle shifted off
the reporter and onto a huge crater. The lense zoomed and Bra gasped, eyes
widening.
"Here you see the object, a space pod of some sort, which crash landed
here not twenty minutes ago."
Bra screamed.
Bulma came rushing in.
"What's the matter?" she demanded. Bra could only point at the
television, speechless. Bulma turned to see what was wrong, then screamed
herself.
She turned on her heel and ran out of the corporation building, all the way
to the AGTC. Not waiting to be let in, she simply grabbed the emergency
shut-off toggle and yanked down. Alarms began blaring everywhere, but amid them
one could hear three very distinct impacts, and then three different voices
crying out in pain as their heads unexpectedly struck the roof.
Bulma opened the hatch and came running inside.
"Vegeta!" she cried, and the fear in her voice stopped the Saiyan
Prince before he could take her to task for interrupting him. Without a word he
flew down to her, then let her drag him back inside. Trunks and Goten followed
more slowly, limping and groaning in abject misery.
Vegeta followed his mate into the living room, slightly annoyed but attuned
enough to her to realize that something was very wrong. She pointed at the
television, seemingly unable to speak. He realized his daughter fared the same
condition, sitting on the edge of the couch and staring at the television with
wide eyes and slack jaw. Brows furrowed, he glanced at the screen himself, then
stiffened.
The camera was trained on a large, circular white space pod half buried in
it's entrance crater. As they all watched, the hatch suddenly released with a
loud hiss and then swung open. Vegeta ignored the newscaster's frantic and
excited chatter, eyes trained on the screen as a body slowly crawled out and
emerged into the sunlight. Vegeta couldn't believe his eyes.
A young man stood at the bottom of the crater, dressed in old-style black
armor with bronze reinforcements, flaring shoulder guards and plates on either
hip and in front of his groin. He wore no shirt, only the black sleeves that
tightly encased his arms from shoulder to wrist, like the pink ones that Zarbon
used to wear. A pair of matching black leather pants encased his legs, tucking
into a pair of black boots, the toes plated in matching bronze.
A blue-screened scouter covered his left eye, a wide black strip of cloth
tied around his thick neck, and a matching black bandanna tied around his
forehead, holding most of his unruly black, spiky hair out of his equally
fathomless coal-colored eyes. The mass shot back off his head much like
Radditz, except that this one had bangs and the stuff was sheared off just past
his waist, further tamed near the tips by a wide silver clasp. He squinted up
at the camera now, a faintly confused look on his face. And as they all
watched, a long brown, furry tail slowly unwrapped from around his waist and
twirled lazily behind him, marking the newcomer undeniably Saiyan.
Vegeta could only stare. It couldn't be . . . Kale was nearly a man when he
was still just a child . . . yet there he stood, no older than nineteen.
"Oh God, not another one," Dr. Briefs groaned.
Vegeta spun on his heel and took off out of the house, ignoring Bulma's cries
for him to return. He shot off in the direction of where he could feel Kale's
familiar ki signature.
With his incredible speed, he reached the spot in no time at all. Ignoring
the camera crews around him, Vegeta slowly descended into the crater. Kale watched
him, eyes wide. Vegeta crossed his arms once he'd touched down, keeping his
expression fathomless, studying the boy up close. He was the same age that he'd
been when Vegeta had left Vegetasei for the last time aboard Frieza's ship,
nearly forty years ago. Which made no sense whatsoever.
"M-my Prince!" Kale stuttered, stunned, then immediately fell to
one knee, fist over his heart. Vegeta felt his chest puff out a little. It had
been a long time since he'd gotten a proper salute. After a moment Kale peeked
up through his heavy black bangs. "V-vegeta?" he questioned, face
confused. "Is that you?"
"It is I who should be asking you that question, Kale. How in Dende's
name did you escape Frieza? And why haven't you aged a day since the last time
I saw you, nearly forty years ago?"
"Forty years?!" he demanded in disbelief, shooting back to his
feet, forgetting himself.
"How else do you explain my age?" Vegeta demanded with an
irritated look, setting back on his heels. "I was barely eight when I saw
you last, and you haven't grown a day older since. How is that?"
"I-I . . . must have been in stasis that whole time. My pod must have
been damaged somehow, malfunctioned." Kale turned back to stare at it,
then made another about-face. "Prince Vegeta, where are we? Where is the
King? Frieza? And what happened to your tail?!" he finally finished in a
sputter, eyes wide as he realized that his Prince's magnificent appendage was
suspiciously absent.
Vegeta cleared his throat somewhat uncomfortably, then glanced up and
finally decided to notice the news reporters. He scowled, then began lifting
off.
"Come, I will explain on the way."
Without question Kale left the ground and followed his Prince as Vegeta shot
off and away from the crash site, heading back in the direction of his home,
but slow enough so that the weaker Saiyan could keep up.
Kale could scarcely believe it all. It seemed as though he had been asleep
in his pod for over forty years. Forty years! The small boy he knew as Prince
Vegeta was now older than himself by several decades, and it showed, both in
his face and in his demeanor. He had become the King he was always destined to
be, but now, apparently, there was nothing left to rule over.
The entire Saiyan race had been destroyed, completely eradicated. Save for
the Prince, a low class named Kakkarott and now, apparently, himself that is.
The loathsome creature responsible, Frieza, had long since been defeated for
the deed. He was almost sorry for it, since he wouldn't be able to get a little
back himself. Radditz and Nappa had also survived the initial destruction of
Vegetasei, though they had since been killed in battle, and both right here on
this very planet. It was called Earth, inhabited by much weaker beings called
humans.
Vegeta turned to him as they flew, dark eyes stern.
"Under no circumstances are you to purge this planet," he stated,
voice firm. "Or any other, for that matter. The Old Ways are dead, right
along with our people." Kale nodded, though he inwardly grumbled. He'd
always enjoyed a good purge. It was great for stress.
Vegeta told the tale of how Radditz had come to collect his younger brother
Kakkarott, how that had ended in failure and how he and Nappa had come a year
later to correct it and search out something called Dragon Balls. He described
the battle with Kakkarott, which had ended in a bloody stalemate, to this day
retaining a gleam in his eye and a grin as he did so. Which had, he explained,
resulted in the loss of his tail. He then told of how he escaped, then the tale
of Namek, the frantic search for the Dragon Balls and the final fight with
Frieza. Kale listened with awestruck ears as his Prince related how a
third-class fighter had managed to reach the legendary pinnacle of Super Saiyan
first to defeat the overgrown lizard.
"The power comes with a need, not a desire," Vegeta quoted softly,
smiling. "Which was probably why I couldn't attain it for so long. I was
so obsessed with it, could scarcely think of nothing else. But through all of
it I never really needed it."
Amazingly, the story only continued, as he related how they had all been
transported back to Earth, how Frieza had come back with his father King Kold
and how soundly they had been beaten by Vegeta's own son, come back from the
future to warn them of an impending threat called Androids. Then Vegeta told
him of the battles with 16, 17, 18, 19 and 20, and how those progressed into
the fight with Cell. How Kakkarott had died, and how his son Gohan had been the
one to actually defeat the monstrosity, ascending to the new plateau of level
two.
The story only got better, as a new threat called Majin Buu made his way
onto the scene. Vegeta told of how he had briefly sold his soul, his body taken
over by the wizard Bobbity, so he could finally defeat Kakkarott. He told of
his near-miss, then how he redeemed himself by trying to kill Majin Buu by
killing himself in the process, but to no avail. It had been Kakkarott,
ascended to Super Saiyan level 3, who came out the victor. Shortly after he had
been resurrected by Earth's new Dragon Balls, and had since lived out his life
in relative peace and constant training.
Kale was still struggling to try and come to grips with all of the amazing
information that he'd just received as they reached the place that his Prince called
Capsule Corporation, where his Prince dwelled.
Kale absently tapped the button on his scouter out of habit, and read at
least six ki signatures. Four of them were very weak, two of them slightly
stronger than himself. He jerked, however, when Vegeta reached over and
snatched the scouter off his face. He crushed it, then discarded the pieces.
Kale gaped, eyes wide.
"Relying on that piece of junk is a weakness," Vegeta growled as
he led the way inside. "There is a technique to read ki signatures naturally.
I might teach it to you sometime."
Kale, too overwhelmed to take offense, entered behind his prince, eyes
darting around at his surroundings, curious. They emerged into a large room,
where all of the ki signatures were grouped in a huddle around a large viewer.
Vegeta stepped off to the side, arms crossed, and Kale got a good view of
all those within. His nostrils perked almost immediately, and he turned to the
one that was emanating that incredible scent. His eyebrow twitched, looking
over the slightly older female. She had short-cropped aqua colored hair, soft
and limp, large blue eyes and a body to go along with her incredibly alluring
natural fragrance. All curves, this one.
Kale felt himself grin, his tail twirling provocatively. Too late, he noticed
the ritual scarring on the side of her neck. He glanced guiltily in Vegeta's
direction and paled at the hellfire banking in the man's dark eyes. This one
was the Prince's Mate, apparently. Which made her firmly off limits.
Kale let his dark eyes scan quickly over the other two humans, much older
than the first, then centered on a much younger version of Vegeta's female. His
offspring, Kale assumed, since she had the human's colorings and her mother's
natural lure mixed with a Saiyan's scent. Well, sort of. It was different for a
full-blooded Saiyan, but the scent was effective nonetheless. Noticing that
Vegeta's scowl had gotten even more menacing, Kale quickly left off staring at
that one and glanced over to the male at her side.
The tall male stared back at him with guarded but curious blue eyes, soft
lavender hair falling into them. This one must have been Vegeta's as well,
though neither of them looked much like their father. Then the other male. This
one, unlike the other two, actually looked like a Saiyan. He possessed the
trademark black eyes and stiff black hair, which fell all around his face and
shoulders in a messy disarray. All of them were half-breeds, however, he could
tell from their scent, despite their unnatural colorings. And all of them were
in and around his age, give or take a few years.
Vegeta's mate suddenly cleared her throat.
"Um . . . Veggie, dear, aren't you going to introduce us to your new
friend here? I got the impression from the TV that you know each other."
Vegeta scowled at the nickname, then rolled his eyes.
"His name his Kale. He is a Saiyan who survived the destruction of
Vegetasei forty years ago. Apparently he has been in stasis inside his pod for
all this time. Kale, this is my Mate, her parents, my offspring and that is
Kakkarott's second born brat."
Vegeta's mate gave him a dark look, which he returned blandly, then she
sighed.
"My name is Bulma," she offered, smiling warmly. "This is my
daughter Bra, my son Trunks, and that's Goten. It's nice to meet you Kale. I
just hope you don't plan on becoming a bad guy. With Goku and Vegeta around, it
isn't a very profitable profession."
"Goku?" Kale questioned, confused.
"That is the human name that Kakkarott answers to," Vegeta
explained. "And I've already ordered him not to purge any more
civilizations, woman, so you shouldn't worry."
Kale nodded in agreeance, then jerked as he felt someone loop their arm
through his. He stared with widened eyes, stunned, at the blonde woman that had
seemed to just materialize at his side. She giggled.
"Well if you plan on staying here for a while, cutie-pie, you should
get out of all that uncomfortable armor. I'll show you to a room,
sweetie."
For some reason Kale couldn't find the strength or the wits to gainsay the
older woman as she began leading him away, babbling away at a hundred miles an
hour. He cast one desperate glance back at his Prince, who watched him leave
with a smirk, slightly reminiscent look in his eyes. He gave a slight nod,
however, indicating that Kale should do as the woman instructed.
The woman, who was Bulma's mother, managed to relate her entire family
history by the time they had reached what she called a "guest
bedroom." She led him inside, then motioned to the closet.
"There should be clothes in there that will fit you. Pick out what you
like, sugar, then hurry back. We've got lots to catch up on. I'll put some
cookies on to bake." She giggled again, then departed.
Kale took a moment to try and catch his bearings, but they were permanently
scattered to the four-winds. He scratched at the back of his scalp nervously as
he approached the portal and pulled it open. He sorted through the many
garments, nose crinkled slightly with distaste. But Vegeta had made it clear
for him to do as the woman said.
With this in mind, Kale stripped off his armor, which fell to the floor with
a loud thud. He finally chose a long-sleeved yellow shirt and a pair of black
pants, made of a curious, stiff and scratchy material. Kale carefully blasted a
hole through the seat to accommodate his tail, then dressed. After a moment of
deliberation, he stashed his armor into the closet, just in case. He had a
strange feeling that he might need it in the future.
With that, Kale slowly crept out of the room, his senses on high alert. He
really wished Vegeta hadn't smashed his scouter. It could really come in handy
right about now. He cast a glance in either direction before beginning back
down the hallway, barefoot and in the direction that he had come before. He
turned the corner, then reared back slightly as he was unexpectedly faced with
three female faces.
They gasped, obviously not intending for him to see them. One he recognized
as Vegeta's daughter. The other two were new. One was younger than the other
two, with large dark eyes and the black hair that was the hallmark of her
ancestors, though limp like human hair was wont. Her blood was very diluted,
more so than the half-breeds.
The other was blonde with ice blue eyes, very beautiful . . . actually, more
like extremely beautiful . . . but not a drop of Saiyan blood in her
whatsoever. Unlike the others, who met his gaze squarely and unabashed, after
the brief momentary shock of his appearance wore off her gaze nervously fell
away from him and turned to the ground instead, two bright spots of color
erupting in her pale cheeks.
He felt himself grin, never one to disappoint an audience. Kale slowly
pushed past the group, his dark eyes never breaking eye contact until it was
absolutely impossible to maintain it. Then he sauntered away, tail thrashing in
his wake.
"Oh Dende, did you see the way he looked at me?!" Bra squeaked
excitedly. Pan just rolled her eyes.
"He was looking at all of us," Marron corrected softly as the
three of them left their spying position and followed in the same direction
that the newcomer had gone, though more slowly. "And in a way that I found
highly inappropriate," she continued, feeling flustered and slightly off
balance. Luckily for her, Pan and Bra didn't notice.
"Of coarse you would, you hopeless prude," Bra chided
disapprovingly. "You never want to have ANY fun. I don't even know why I
invite you here sometimes."
"So I can ATTEMPT to keep you two out of trouble, perhaps?" Marron
shot back as they rounded a corner. In the middle, she shifted her gaze back
and forth between the other two with narrowed blue eyes and shook her head.
"Without me around, the both of you would be grounded for the rest of your
lives." She snorted with disapproval. "It must be the Saiyan in
you."
"I dunno, I thought he was pretty cute too, Bra," Pan offered, to
try and smooth things over. It backfired.
"Oh WOW, you mean Panny actually noticed someone else besides my jerk-o
Big Brother?" Bra demanded extravagantly, blue eyes widened for effect.
Even Marron seemed slightly surprised. Pan felt her face flame hot and she
hissingly shushed her friend, wide eyes darting around to make certain that
they hadn't been overheard by a certain someone.
She would roll over and die if that were the case.
Both her so-called friends liked to tease her about the substantial crush
she had for the absolutely gorgeous, intelligent, clueless, Capsule Corporation
heir-presumptive, Saiyan Prince. They didn't understand how or why she could be
so gaga over a guy who was three years her senior and who had absolutely no
apparent interest whatsoever in his baby sister's best-friend, aside from
general friendliness. Even Pan had trouble explaining it sometimes, especially
since he gave no indication at all of her feelings ever being returned. Not
that he knew of them. She had managed, somehow, to keep her infatuation a
well-kept, well-guarded secret. But it wouldn't remain a secret for long if Bra
kept blabbing her big mouth, of which she pointed out rather eloquently,
shaking her fist for extra emphasis.
The three girls filed into the family room, where the rest of the gang had
gathered. Apparently everyone had seen the TV airing, and now a very large
portion of the Z fighters had shown up to see what was up, including Krillin,
18, Yamcha, Piccolo (though the Namekkian was floating mid-air, cross-legged in
the corner, appearing to be bored and completely disinterested in what was
taking place around him), Goku with little Ubu, Gohan and finally Videl. Mrs.
Briefs was passing out cookies and punch to anyone who wanted to partake. Goten
and Trunks were absent, no doubt set up in Bulma's redesigned rejuvination
tanks to recover from their beatings.
"So what you're saying is, this guy is another Saiyan who somehow
managed to get away from Vegetasei, just like me," Goku repeated slowly,
an abridged version of what Vegeta had just announced to all of them,
scratching at the back of his head.
"I just don't understand how he's still the same age," Yamcha
piped, confused.
"Maybe because he was floating through space, suspended by chryo-gas
for forty years you dim-witted moron," Vegeta snapped somewhat testily.
Yamcha scowled, but made no reply. Even after all this time, those two
refused to get along. The reason for their never-ending rivalry gave a faint
frown in Vegeta's direction, but she remained silent.
"I have already explained the situation as sufficiently as it needs to
be to you," the Saiyan Prince continued, "so you can leave now."
Only an idiot would have missed the poorly-hidden rebuff. So, of coarse,
only Piccolo, 18 and Videl got up to leave. The rest remained oblivious. Goku
stuffed several cookies in his mouth, then turned to Kale.
"So are you gonna stay a while?" This pleasantly posed question
was further accented by a wild spray of cookie crumbs, which peppered all over
the unfortunate "guest of honor." Kale blinked, then scowled slightly
and brushed the wafer debris from his person.
"I don't see what choice I have. It's not as if I have any place else
to go."
"So are ya gonna cut off your tail too?" Krillin suddenly
suggested, completely oblivious to the importance of what he was saying.
Kale could only stare at the human, expression horrified, clutching his own
furry appendage as he backed away slightly from the group of curious butchers.
"No!" he cried, his power-level increasing involuntarily, ready to
defend himself and his tail with his very life.
The others were confused, but Vegeta just shook his head.
"Try to control your impulses of stupidity, Cue-Ball. In Saiyan
culture, to have one's tail removed is a symbol of ultimate dishonor and
disgrace." He cleared his throat, appearing somewhat uncomfortable, as if
self-conscious that his own tail was gone. "To ask a true Saiyan to remove
his tail is the same as asking a human to remove what little manhood your male
species possesses. The end result is the same. They are, in effect, castrated.
Incomplete. Most everything that makes a Saiyan a Saiyan is dependent on having
a tail. Many instincts and capabilities are nulled, which include but are not
limited to the ability to turn into an Oozaru."
The room was silent at hearing that. Vegeta wasn't normally so talkative
about his people. Many assumed it was because he was reluctant to dredge up bad
memories. Vegeta cast one more glance around the room, then turned on his heel
and stalked out. He paused at the door however, and turned to motion for Kale
to follow. The teen didn't hesitate, and they both disappeared into the AGTC.
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Saiyan Instinct

::Chapter 2::

Arrival