Something Saijin This Way Comes | By : bgardne Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 931 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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MNK: Has Kitty finally shown
her evil side, after all these years? Or is there more than meets the eye? By
the way; Piccolo found out his race during the Tenka'ichi Budôkai in Dragon
Ball.
For disclaimers, please refer to first
chapter.
Chapter 3: The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The
Truth
“I want his hide to hang on my wall.” Piccolo growled. “You
want the kid back. If we combine our powers, we might be able to beat him.
Alone, we haven’t a prayer.” At that moment, Kitty landed on the sand and limped
over, avoiding Piccolo’s eye.
“Goku.” she said softly, staring ashamed at the ground. Piccolo
looked her over. She’d changed quite a bit since he saw her at the tournament.
Her white hair, which was streaked with violet, lavender, and silver, had been
cut into a feathery shag, much like a horses mane plus static. Her pale skin
still lacked a tan, though she’d spent quite a bit of time out in the sun, and
her full breasts and well rounded hips and rear had enlarged slightly...not
enough that the others would see, but just enough for his sensitive Namekian
eyes to catch. She still wore a lime green tube top under a dark denim jacket,
with dark blue jeans and black strap on sandals. “Goku, we need to talk.” He
spun about in fury.
“I’LL say! Who was he?! Who are YOU?! TELL me the TRUTH!!!”
Kitty flinched, but began what would be a very enlightening lecture for all of
them.
“One thousand years ago, three races existed on planet Vegeta:
the Tuffles, the Saijins, and their sister race, the Salzains. Later on, the
Salzains aided the Saijins in exterminating the Tuffles. One thousand and ten
years ago, a Salzain named Barron fell in love with a Salzain woman named Ruby.
Barron looked almost exactly like you, Goku. Ruby looked like Raditz, only her
hair was scarlet, like the patch of reflective hair at the nape of your neck.”
Goku subconsciously reached back to scratch at it. “Ten years later, they gave
birth to a little girl named Katnip. That was me. Even at birth, I was strong
enough to catch the attention of King Brolli. He set out a warrant for my
extermination, and my parents smuggled me onto a self-piloted ship bound for a
planet called Terran. My ship was hit by a meteor, and the autopilot went
haywire. I landed on a nearby planet called Platyao, on my first birthday---July
7.
“I grew up on Platyao, and at three Anirian years old, I
organized a revolt against the ruling race, the Clopsians, who had held me and
my family, and their friends, captive to work in the murkurite mines as slave.
Those who made it off the planet safely were moved to a new planet, which I
named Aniria--in the language of the slaves, Anin, ‘Anir’ means ‘those who have
suffered or do suffer,’ and the suffix ‘ia’ means ‘haven for.’ The planet was
devoid of any life other than the plants and animals. We populated it, and I
came to earth when you were twelve.
“After having a few of his children, Ruby left Barron, and
moved to the other side of the planet. He became mated to a Saijin named
Tainnapuu, and had among others, a son named Bardock. When Bardock came of age,
he too moved to the other side of the planet. There, he met Ruby. Unaware of her
relationship with his father, he took her upon his pillow. They had three sons,
then a daughter, who was immediately sent to live with me in Lican Aniria, also
called Anirania. Their first son, Turles Etornia, was almost a carbon copy of
you, though darker, more muscular, and he had a patch of scarlet hair at the
nape of his neck. Next came Raditz Etornia, whom you just met. Last came the
daughter, Roseanne Anastasia Etornia.”
“But you said they had THREE sons!” Goku protested.
“They did. Their third son was named Kakkarot.” This would be
difficult. “Your last name is Etornia, Goku. You ARE Kakkarot.”
“I’m an...ALIEN?”
“Never say that!” she barked. “You are more at home here than
you would have been on Vegeta-sei. It was ruled by a cruel man named Vejita no
Ou, and a monster worse than you could ever imagine.”
“Yeh.” Piccolo smirked. “Like me.” Kitty rolled her eyes.
“One thing that separates Salzain from Saijins is their
bloodlust. Saijins loved fighting, and were extremely violent. You were, too,
when you first arrived on Earth, but thanks to that head injury, you’re
different.”
“You say that as if it’s not there anymore.” A small tear
leaked from the corner of her eye.
“Vegeta-sei...” she croaked. “Is no more.” She reached up to
wipe away that damning tear. “It was destroyed by the Tsirusian to whom Vejita
no Ou had sworn allegiance. If he had asked, my sisters and I could have killed
the monster. But he was too proud, and the law set down by mother Lica said that
we are not to harm him unless the ruler of the planet we are defending asks us
for help. With a ruler like that, the planet was doomed anyway.”
“Oh.” What else could he say? His whole life had been a lie. He
had been born on a far away planet that no longer existed. He wasn’t human. But
there was no time for reflection. “Why did you act so friendly to him?” She
rolled her eyes again.
“It’s called being a double agent, Goku. If he thinks I’m on
his side, he’ll confide in me, and trust me. It’s also keeping one of you alive.
Besides...Because of my warm welcome, he is now passed out in a drugged stupor
that could last for days, which will give us time to think of a plan that will
save the Earth without killing him. Come on you...er...three. Grab a hand or
something; the flight’s gonna be fast and bumpy.” Krillin grabbed her left leg,
Goku her left arm, and Piccolo her right shoulder, sneering. He knew she wasn’t
afraid of him. Her actions at the tournament had proven
that...
~
Piccolo lay in the dust, on
his back, gasping for air. Goku leapt into the air. Kitty suddenly realized what
he was doing.
“NOOOOOO!” She flung herself over Piccolo’s mangled
body. Goku just barely managed to avoid hitting her, landing painfully on his
side.
“Kitty, are you NUTS?!” he squeaked as she pulled the bag of
senzu beans from her jeans pocket. She pulled one out, and slid it between
Piccolo’s lips. He swallowed. His eyes flew open, to see Kitty sitting
straddling his stomach. Seeing him alive and responsive, she climbed to her
feet, and took senzu beans to Kami, Goku, and Krillin. Piccolo struggled to his
feet. He glared at her with hate in his eyes, masking the lust in his heart.
“Why did you do that?!” he growled, getting up in her face.
Kitty stared defiantly at him, arms crossed, tail around her left leg.
“I didn’t want my brother to become a murderer just because of
a slime ball like YOU.” she snapped. Piccolo growled again and took off for the
River Diablo, which would become his haunt for years to come.
~
Having Piccolo hanging on her
shoulder made Kitty extremely uncomfortable...especially in the nether regions,
though she tried her hardest to squash those feelings. Piccolo smirked at her.
He LOVED making people uncomfortable.
The speed at which she flew was deadly, but finally they passed
the River Diablo and reached a clearing in a vast wooded area. There, she lit
upon the ground, and they let go. Piccolo allowed his hand to trail off her
shoulder, sending a chill down her spine. They began to walk. Suddenly there was
a rustling in the bushes.
“Get up in the trees...” she barked. “NOW!!!” They obeyed
instantly. The clearing quickly filled with strange wolf-like creatures, each
possessing a thick, short, black horn upon its brow. They formed a horseshoe
around Kitty. Slowly, the largest of the pack sauntered up, closing the gap.
“You bring strangers into our wood.” The enormous grey furred
creature said in a regal growl. Eyes bugged.
“Yes, Jarro, alpha of the Krakkadann tribe.” Kitty replied.
“They are under my care, and have no intentions of hurting any of your pack.”
Suddenly, the branch Piccolo stood on snapped, and fell to the ground, landing
on a sandy haired pup.
“GARRA!” Jarro cried out. Kitty rushed to his side and checked
him out.
“Three broken ribs and a collapsed lung.” She glared at
Piccolo, who was standing at the foot of the tree quite shakily. “YOU!” she
barked, violently beckoning him closer. “You hurt him, you’ll HEAL him!” Piccolo
frooked.
“WHAT? I can’t heal BONES! It wasn’t even my fault!” She stood,
only inches away from him now, and poked a finger into his chest.
“You CAN and you WILL!” she roared. She knelt before Garra and
placed her hands on the afflicted area. “Get behind me and put your hands over
mine.” He blushed furiously, but did as he was told, covering her hands with his
own. She shifted uncomfortably. “Now push your chi out through your palms.” He
obeyed, and a soft lavender light surrounded the pup. Soon it faded, and she
pulled her hands away. Piccolo yanked his back as though she were a hot coal.
The pup leapt to his feet. “Now, all better, yes?” He did a back flip.
“Yes, better now, yes!” Piccolo flew up into a sturdier
tree.
“Bless you, oh Kittel, ruler of Anirania.” Jarro bowed. “Bless
you many times.”
“Yes!” the other Krakkadanns jabbered, bowing. “Bless you,
yes!” With
that the warriors headed on.
“Strange dialect those critters have...” Krillin remarked.
“You would too if you...Oh, never mind. Besides, if you think
THAT’S weird, you need to learn Clopsian----you just point and grunt.
Fortunately, most Clopsians can’t live here. Planet Aniria has a gas in its
atmosphere called Duron, which reacts badly with the mercury in their
blood.”
“Wait a minute...Planet Aniria?!!”
“You remember during the walk through the forest, when we
passed through that hollowed out redwood, right?”
“So?”
“When we entered that hole, we entered a tear in time and
space---on Aniria we call them ‘Vortexes.’ That particular vortex led from Earth
to Aniria.” They had long since passed the forested area and begun climbing a
grassy hill. “Come on----My house is just over the hill.” Soon they reached the
top, and gazed down in shock.
It was a palace, made of shimmering white marble and ebony,
with four long wings, and enormous main section, and five floors. The marble
gleamed in the sun like an opal. “Guys, welcome to the Opalace.” She took off in
the air, heading for the palace, followed by the others. Before the massive
ebony French doors stood a humanoid wolf in red robes standing on it’s hind
legs.
“Three rooms, M’lady?
“Yes, O’Henry. And don’t call me that. We’re friends, aren’t
we? How’s Gohan?”
“Napping.”
“Raditz?”
“Out cold in his room. Dr. Witch Hazel said he’s like to remain
so for a few hours yet.”
“Good. Come on, boys. O’Henry will show you to your rooms,
while I check on Gohan.” She headed off.
“So where’d you get your name?” Goku asked. O’Henry smiled.
“My full name is Jacques O’Henry. I was named after my father,
Jack Henry, of planet Platyao.”
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