Vixen's Revenge: Part Two Of The Vixen Chronicles
Prologue
Vixen lay underground, her acute senses waiting for the sun to go down. She was ready, she had decided. She had waited so long for revenge on Kakarot. So very long, and now it would be hers. All those nights of planning and research would soon pay off. It was interesting how much Saiyans had in common with Zorroxians. You see, just as Saiyans seemed to have derived from monkeys, Zorroxians , it appeared, seemed to have derived from what these Earthlings call foxes. Her mother had always told her she had an old fashioned name, and now it became clear why. Vixen smiled as she thought of her mother, although all too soon that smile soon turned to a frown as she thought harder. The last thing she’d heard from her mother were terrified screams, at the hands of the Saiyans. DAMN those Saiyans. Oh how she loathed them. For so many reasons. They just wouldn’t get out of her head. They had ruined her entire life. Twice for that matter! How does someone ruin a persons life twice? Well they had! They had ruined her old life on Thorro, and they had ruined her new life with Raditz before it had even started. She banged a fist against the wall - surprised to hear it crack slightly. She must be getting stronger, and all that training couldn’t of been a waste. The Saiyans were said to be strong. ‘See, there I go again’. She thought, resisting the urge to bang her head against the wall. She was obsessed. Perhaps getting rid of them would get them out of her head. Yes, that’s it. I will have to get rid of them, just as they got rid of my race. She shook her head, why did she keep going between good and evil, where could she draw the line? ‘Perhaps I should rest’ she thought again, I’ll come up when the sun goes down, and with that she nestled her 6"2 frame against the cold steel pipe that lay in her lair. Soon she would rise from her slumber, and then the adventure would begin.
Chapter One
Vixen had just woken up from her long sleep, it was now the evening and she was preparing to go out. Vixen smiled to herself as she polished her sword. It had been given to her a few months ago by some odd Earth person, in exchange for her not killing him. She wasn’t planning to kill him, he just got scared when he saw her fangs and started freaking out. Yes, tonight she would go after Kakarot, or Goku as he was so commonly called. The only problem was she didn’t know what Kakarot looked like. This didn’t prove any major problems, as he was most likely the only Saiyan on the planet, but it would certainly complicate matters if for some strange reason there was more than one Saiyan. Not that this was at all likely, it just bugged Vixen. Detail could sometimes mean everything to her, especially when it came to something as messy as this. She stopped polishing and swung her sword around a few times. She had been practising, and now found she could move it with some agility. She loved this sword. It intrigued her greatly, as by some strange coincidence it had the same Dragon carved into it as her knife. She pulled out her knife from her waistband and lay it down next to the sword on the ground. The resemblance was uncanny. Pure silver and the exact same dragon running along the handle and the blade, with sparkling ruby eyes. She pondered over the coincidence a bit longer. Was there any significance? A clue perhaps? Or was it just a typical pattern to have on your weapons? She tucked the knife back into waistband of her now ripped leather jeans and put the sword back into its holder, which hung loosely over her shoulders. She was ready for the nights hunt, still unsure if it would be for food, or for revenge.
She moved swiftly through the forest, looking for small animals, perhaps to start her off on her hunt. It had been unsuccessful so far. They seemed to sense her just as she sensed them, and they would flee before she had a chance to get near them. ‘Pity’ she thought ‘I could use the warm up.’ Slowly she ventured to the town. She was unaware that she chose to use not the path, but the road where most auto-motives would travel along their way. She steered clear of the pedestrian foot path, the smell of humans putting her off, causing her to recoil in fear. She looked up from the ground which she stared at. There were lights up ahead, meaning the was nearing the central city. It was when she reached there she would hunt down Kakarot, and teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget for a long time. She noticed the light getting brighter, allot faster than they should. Her instincts told her to freeze, so that is what she did. She stood still, waiting for the light disappear. But it didn’t. It just kept coming, speeding like a bullet. She couldn’t understand what this creature was. It hardly seemed to have a power level, but the force at which it was moving was phenomenal. The light got brighter, now blinding her untrained eyes. She shielded them, still standing stock still, and then it hit her, sending her flying through the air. She felt herself hit the ground, and then it all went black.
"Oh My God" Yamcha whispered, as he felt the impact against his car. He didn’t know what it was, but it hadn’t sounded like any small animal. He leapt out, thoughts of panic running through his mind. ‘What if it was a person? What if I have killed them??’ he ran towards the body he could see on the floor and knelt down next to it. Whatever it was, it seemed vaguely human shaped. Very tall, and looked definitely female. It was too dark to see the persons face properly though. He pulled out a small flashlight and shone it down on the girls face. He was quite shocked at what he saw. The girl was very pretty, although unnaturally pale, with large eyes that were now closed. She had long scarlet hair that was know caked in blood leaking from a wound on her forehead. Most striking of all perhaps was the scar. It ran all the way down her face, her neck, her chest and perhaps further down her top where he could not see. He also noted she carried a sword on her back. ‘I must get her to a hospital.’ He thought. He turned round to look at his car. It was a wreck, the body work smashed up, the light now shattered into shards on the road. ‘She must be pretty strong to have done that much damage’ Yamcha scratched his head in awe and confusion. She didn’t look strong, although perhaps this illusion was given by the fact she had lost so much blood, and looked almost ethereal in her present state. ‘Ok, so I’ll have to carry her there.’ He thought, as logically as he could. He knelt down, and with only some minor difficulty, lifted the girls tall frame from the ground, he started to float up into the air, before yelping out in pain. He quickly dropped back down to the ground, and lay the girl down once more. He removed the sword from her back, which had been digging into his leg, and strapped it around his own. He carefully draped her over his arms and took off into the night. As he flew, scanning the earth below for a hospital, yet another wave of panic swept over him. ‘What if I get in trouble for harming her? What if she dies?’ I’d be up for manslaughter!’ he started to panic more. No, he couldn’t risk taking her to a public hospital. Where to go, where?
"I got it!" he yelled out loud, scaring himself. "Bulma and Vegeta’s place, they can help me." He changed direction and started off towards said couples house. ‘They must be able to help me out. I can’t let this creature die.’
Chapter Two
"Bulma!!" Yamcha yelled as loudly as he could. He was now standing on the front porch of her house, the girls still in his arms. He had covered the wound on her head with a handkerchief in his pocket, and the bleeding wasn’t as heavy as it had been before, but she showed no sign of regaining consciousness. Vegeta sat on a sofa, flicking channels in an absent minded manner. He disliked TV and it was really boring in his household at the moment. Bulma was out doing some extra grocery shopping, and Trunks was at Kakarot’s, playing with Goten. Quite suddenly, he heard Yamcha yelling outside. He looked up.
"BULMA ISN’T HERE!" he yelled, irritated at the interruption of his previous thoughts. "NOW GO AWAY" Yamcha stood outside, sweat dropping. He hated having to deal with Vegeta. He considered turning back, but it was too late now. He was too worried about the girl in his arms. He took a deep breath.
"Vegeta, please let me in!" there was a great silence. Yamcha tried again "I really need your help."
"GO AWAY!"
"Please, Vegeta. There’s this girl, and she’s in a lot of trouble, she might even be dying, and……" Yamcha stopped, how could he put it delicately that it was his fault. Vegeta sighed from inside the house and pulled himself up from the sofa to open the door and yell at Yamcha some more, blatantly ignoring the last thing Yamcha had said, believing it to be a pathetic attempt to get in the house and annoy him (everyone’s aim in life). He walked to the door and swung it open. He had opened his mouth, ready to yell some obscenities, but was cut short by the fact that Yamcha was telling the truth, and there was a girl in his arms, apparently dying, or already dead. Yamcha pushed past him. "We need to help her. Find me somewhere to lay her down." Vegeta shook his head in disbelief. Why him?
"Go put her in one of the beds upstairs." He sighed. Yamcha rushed up the stairs, and pushed into a bedroom. He lay her down on the bed (which incidentally belonged to Bulma), placing a nearby towel under her head to catch any falling blood. Vegeta had followed him up the stairs and was watching him.
"Where did you find her?" he asked. Yamcha gulped, again trying to find a way to say that it was his fault she was in this state. Before he could answer though, a voice was heard in the hall.
"Vegeta, I’m back! Why is the front door open? Vegeta!!??" Bulma’s voice floated through the house. She started to walk up the stairs. Yamcha ran down, meeting her halfway.
"Yamcha." She yelped, surprised at his visit. "Bulma, come help me, quick." He rushed out his words, already dragging the turquoise haired woman up into her bedroom.
"Oh my god" Bulma half screamed at the sight of the girl. "You guys, get out of here." She said "I’ll sort this out, before one of you makes things worse" She pushed the two men out of the room and slammed the door. Vegeta and Yamcha stalked downstairs, trying to ignore the other, both distracted by thoughts. Yamcha was still panicking about what he was going to tell the others. Vegeta’s thought were more confused though. He had recognised that girl. But where from…"
Bulma yawned as she wandered out from her bedroom. She had been in there about an hour, caring to the wounds of that strange girl Yamcha had dragged in. The girl wasn’t too hurt, although it looked like she might have some broken ribs, although Bulma wasn’t sure at this moment in time. As she walked down the stairs she could see Yamcha pacing around, with Vegeta staring a whole in the wall in front of him, his usual expression when concentrating hard on something. She walked in and sat down next to Vegeta, starting to nestle up to him. Bulma pulled back, shocked. ‘He really must be concentrating hard if he hasn’t tried to push me off him yet.’ She was about to try and get her husbands attention, when Yamcha popped into her range of vision.
"Is she going to be ok?" he asked. Bulma nodded enthusiastically
"Yeah, I think she is going to be fine. That wound on her head wasn’t very deep, although she will be pretty bruised when she wakes up."
"But she is going to wake up?" Yamcha asked, biting his bottom lip in concern.
"Yes Yamcha. She should be ok within a few hours." Yamcha let out a visible sigh of relief. "So who is she anyway?" Bulma asked.
"I have no idea." Yamcha admitted. Bulma raised an eyebrow, noticing the all too familiar guilty look on his face.
"Then how did you find her?? And why did you take her here, instead of to a hospital?"
"Well…." Yamcha began Bulma nodded, tapping her foot with impatience. "You see, I was driving along, and she just jumped out in front of me, and I couldn’t swerve in time, and the next thing I knew, she was down on the ground, all knocked out and I wanted to take her to the hospital but I didn’t want to get in trouble for hurting her, so I brought her here, because I knew you would be able to help her." Yamcha paused for breath and glanced up at Bulma, who was now nodding.
"So, you hit her in your car, and brought her here instead of to a hospital because you were scared of getting in trouble?"
"That’s about it" Yamcha looked down at the ground. Bulma sighed, and resisted the urge to yell at him for being so irresponsible. She glanced up.
"Hey, what’s that on your back?" Yamcha glanced round.
"Oh, this belongs to the girl." He removed the sword from where it was strapped round his back and lay it on the table. Bulma peered at it, curiously. Yamcha removed the sword from its casing, and had a look at it. "It’s quite heavy." He commented, throwing a few practice swings. Bulma took it from him.
"Wow! This must be pretty expensive. Made from pure silver, and look at this." She pointed at the dragon’s eyes. "These are made from gems! Ruby’s I think" Yamcha took the sword back from Bulma and continued to swing it.
"Put down my sword" a weak voice came from behind them. Yamcha turned round to see Vixen wobbling into view, unsteady on her feet.
"What are you doing up, you should be back in bed." Bulma said, moving towards Vixen, attempting to steady her.
"Don’t touch me." Vixen snapped, instinctively wrapping her arms around her body. She looked down "Please, don’t touch me. I, I am not used to it" she whispered" fighting back tears of pain as the wound in her head caused stabbing pains to jolt through her mind. Bulma took a few steps back.
"Sorry, I didn’t know." Bulma whispered back. Yamcha lay down the sword for Vixen to come fetch. "What’s your name?" Bulma asked, a little louder than her previous sentence. Still staring at the ground, the girl answered.
"Vixen." Meanwhile, just as she had stated her name, Vegeta had stood up, and was now pointing at Vixen.
"You" he said. Vixen reached out for her sword, trying to ignore Vegeta’s voice. She had to get out of here, she didn’t know how to deal with people, especially in her weakened and slightly confused state.
"Look at me." He commanded. Bulma and Yamcha turned to look at him in confusion. Vixen continued to reach for her sword, she was still unsteady on her feet, and was moving slowly so as not to lose her balance. Vegeta’s eyes narrowed in anger at being ignored.
"I SAID LOOK AT ME!!" he yelled, causing everyone in the room to jump, except Vixen. She stopped reaching for her sword and brushed her long hair out from her face. Slowly she looked up. Vegeta stood still, waiting for their eyes to meet. The moment came non too soon. Vixens eyes widened, showing pure black to all those in the room. Vixen started to feel nauseous with fear as she stared at the angry figure in front of her. She opened her mouth to say something.
"You’re a Saiy…. a Saiy……" she couldn’t get the words out, every time she tried an arrow seemed to shoot through her mind. She tried speaking again. "Who are you?" she asked, wobbling slightly from the dizziness now coming over her. Bulma and Yamcha watched in fear, as the two powerful figures talked, Vegeta’s cold, harsh voice a violent contrast to the hushed voice of Vixen.
"I am Prince Vegeta" he said. Vixen whispered the name to herself. Repressed memories came flooding back. Nappa’s sword swinging down towards her face, the feeling of blood all over her, Raditz speaking words, Vegeta’s name over and over again. She couldn’t take it, she felt as if she was going to explode with the pain of the millions that died in her world, at the hands of the Saiyans. That word again.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" she screamed out, causing even Vegeta to take a step back. Her scream pierced their ears, causing them so much pain. It was heart rendering, like a million words being spoken at once. A million words describing horrific events. Then Vixen fell back, Yamcha catching her just in time, before she hit her head on the floor. Yamcha turned to look at Vegeta, who was now sitting down, staring at the girl. Bulma did the same, and stood next to Yamcha, staring expectantly. Finally Vegeta looked up at the two humans.
"WHAT??!!"
Chapter Three
Vixen lay in Trunks bed tossing and turning. All these memories she had vaguely forgotten were now flooding back to her, vividly, all filled with so much pain. The theme of it all lay around Vegeta, who seemed to have triggered it all. The memories of him were vague, but she knew it was him. Just knew. It was him who had led the army into her planet, killing all life that lay there. It was also him who Raditz was working for, as she remembered him saying his name at some point. ‘Oh Raditz’ she thought. She longed to be in his arms, or to at least see him again. She felt such a love for him. He really had saved her from certain death at the hands of that beast Nappa. Maybe he was part of the team that killed her planet, but he was following orders. Right? Vixen tossed once more. Her head hurt severely, and with every movement, a dagger went through her skull. Finally, she lay still. She didn’t know how she had found herself in this room, but she knew she would have to get out. She couldn’t stay around all these humans, and certainly not around Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyans. Despite her previous resolution she turned over again. ‘Will those Saiyans ever stop tormenting me?? Or will I have to get rid of them first?’ she shook her throbbing head at the thought, why did the Saiyans drive her to such lengths? They would probably continue to mock her even if they were gone?
Vegeta and Yamcha were standing downstairs having a heated argument, with Bulma watching intently. Yamcha was holding one end of Vixen’s sword, trying to pull it away from Vegeta. Vegeta, however, was holding on tightly to the other end.
"What did you do to her??" yelled Yamcha, who was feeling slightly disturbed after that scream Vixen had emitted, and amazed at Vegeta’s violence towards her.
"I did nothing you fool!" Vegeta yelled back. "It was all in her mind. I merely wanted to ask her a few questions, I had nothing to do with that psychopathic episode she just had."
"You saw the state she was in! She was unstable, you yelling at her probably wasn’t going to improve her condition any!"
"How dare you keep yelling at me!!" Vegeta fumed, irritated at his apparent loss of this argument. "I could blow you away with one minuscule Ki blast!"
"You wanna try me." Yamcha taunted. Vegeta raised his fists in anger and started to power up, Yamcha grabbed Vixen’s sword and swung it at Vegeta, barely missing the Saiyans head. Bulma jumped up to stop the fight from breaking out, but was pushed back by Yamcha. Luckily, Trunks got back from Goten’s at that point, Goku behind him, accompanying the boy home.
"Dad, what are you doing?" trunks asked, his eyes wide with confusion. Vegeta turned round to yell at his son, but Bulma intervened.
"He is right. Both of you, sit down, Now!" The two men grumbled, not wanting to give up the fight. Yamcha was the first to retreat. He slid the sword back into its case, and moved towards the sofa. Vegeta, still fuming, started to power down. He moved towards the door, but stood still when he saw Goku standing there, holding Trunks close to him.
"Kakarot! What are you doing here?"
"I came to drop of your son. What’s going on here?" Bulma sighed and sat Goku down, next to Yamcha. Trunks came and stood next to his mother, whilst Vegeta just stood in the door frame, watching them talk. Bulma continued to explain the situation to Goku and Trunks. Both were wide eyed as they came to the part of Vixen passing out.
"She let out this scream like you would not believe." Bulma continued. "It was so painful, unlike anything I have ever heard before. The she just passed out. Luckily, Yamcha caught her, and he and I brought her back upstairs. The strangest thing was, she kept talking in her unconscious state. In fact, if I recall correctly, she was saying something about you Goku, and Raditz??" Goku took a double take.
"RADITZ!? You mean my brother?"
"Do you know any other Raditz’s?" Bulma shrugged. Goku shook his head.
"I’ve never heard of anyone named Vixen before. Perhaps I should go up and take a look at her." Bulma gave a look of deep thought.
"I am not sure if that is such a good idea. She didn’t seem to react well to Vegeta."
"Does anyone?" Yamcha asked, receiving a dirty look from said Saiyan. Bulma shook her head some more.
"Can’t we go up and see her anyway mom?" Trunks asked, curious about this strange girl.
"Yeah, come on Bulma." Goku asked, showing the little child that hid inside him.
"Fine, but only briefly, and for the record, it is just to see if you recognise her, Goku." Goku nodded and he and Trunks followed Bulma up the stairs. Vegeta flounced out the way, muttering something about Kakarot never recognising anyone who didn’t come from this stupid planet.
Bulma softly opened the door to Trunks bedroom, and padded in, tiptoeing so as not to awaken their female visitor. Trunks let out a soft murmur of annoyance at the realisation his room had been let out for the evening without his permission.
"Shush….." Bulma hushed as she brought Goku and Trunks to the edge of the bed, where Vixen lay very still, barely moving in her weakened state. Goku looked her up and down. He had never seen this girl before in his life. However, as he looked at her closely, he got an inner feeling that she was not from this world. He looked at her a tiny bit longer. He almost felt a link with her. He wasn’t sure how, but something about her made him think of his past, made him think back to his roots, his ancestors. Trunks also looked intently at the girl. He liked her. Like Goku, she made him think back to the Saiyan blood that ran through his veins, the part of him that showed his strong, unforgiving, and sometimes even animal side. That side of him he sometimes found unpredictable. He turned away from the girl, closing his eyes to think back further. It was as if there was a voice telling him to do so. His moms voice interrupted his thoughts though.
"So, do you recognise her Goku?" Goku shook his head.
"Not at all. Maybe I should talk to her, when she feels a bit better."
"That’s a great idea." Bulma nodded enthusiastically. "She should be better by tomorrow, why don’t you come round some time in the afternoon?"
"Yeah, ok, if Chichi lets me out the house." He laughed softly, leading the way out the room. As the door clicked shut, Vixen opened one eye, the brightness of it visible even in the darkness.
"So that was the infamous Kakarot….." she murmured "He and I should meet again soon." She laughed softly. Her laughing ceased as footsteps storming fiercely towards the door made her jam her eyes shut, already sensing something she feared. The door creaked as it swung open. Down the stairs she could hear some of those humans talking. A voice interrupted the sound, making her break out into a cold sweat.
"I know who you are." Vegeta’s voice filled the small room. "And I will make sure everyone else knows the truth." Vixen lay as still as possible. Vegeta shut the door and meandered down the stairs. Vixen lay still. She had to get out of here. But not before tasting sweet revenge.
Chapter Four
The next morning, Vixen rose early. She had planned to get out of the house before any of the other residents had risen (including Yamcha, who was staying to check if she was going to live, purely out of guilt), but so far luck had not been with her. When she first swung out of bed, she discovered Trunks sleeping on the floor. She methodically tiptoed over the boy, her balance, which was usually cat like, was still bad, making this a more difficult task then first apprehended. Soon she got to the stairs. ‘This is it’ she thought. ‘At long last freedom!!’ she continued to creep across the floor, until she reached the front door. Slowly, being as quiet as possible, she moved her hand towards the brass door opener. She was nearly there, when something came back to her mind.
"My sword!" she muttered. She felt for her knife, which was thankfully still in the side of her jeans. Now for her sword. She thought hard, where was the last place she had seen it. She glanced around, noticing the sitting room door ajar. ‘Bingo.’ She recognised it immediately. She nudged the door open and slid in through the small space provided. She looked around the room, urgency showing in her dilated pupils, the worry of being caught, or even found out. Finally she spotted it. It was lying on the sofa. There was only one problem. Yamcha was too. Vixen resisted the urge to bang her head against a wall. Slowly she crept over to the sofa. As she leant froward, it occurred to her that she had never been this close to a human. She moved closer, to get a better look at the sleeping man. He looked quite peaceful in his slumber, and was stretched out, filling up most of the sofa with his muscular frame. She noticed that he too had a scar on his face, although not quite as large as her own, but still, she felt sympathy for this man. She also noticed him sucking his thumb. She didn’t know if all humans did this, but it made him look quite child like, despite his physique. She smiled as she bent over him, removing the sword from his arms. As quietly as possible, she hooked it back round her. "Finally" she muttered as she made her way out of the sitting room, back towards the front door. As fast as possible, she swung the door open, only to have to shield her face from the burning sunlight. ‘Curses, I forgot about Earth’s daylight!’ she flounced away from the front door, slamming it shut as she did, losing all regard she’d had for the still sleeping people around her. She stormed back into the front room and dropped down onto the sofa, forgetting about Yamcha lying there.
Yamcha blinked slowly. For a moment he was disorientated, unsure of where he was. Then he remembered, he was at Bulma’s, sleeping on her couch. He blinked a few more times, his eyes still out of focus from sleep. It was then he noticed a bit of extra weight on his legs, he looked up, and in his blurry vision saw a female figure sitting on his legs.
"Bulma??" he asked, confused by this sudden presence.
"Who’s Bulma?" an unfamiliar voice answered back. Yamcha rapidly rubbed his eyes, bringing the room around him into focus. He suddenly realised his major mistake, as a confused girl looked at him.
"Sorry." He yawned. "I thought you were someone else." Vixen shrugged. Suddenly she realised what she was doing.
"Ah!" she yelped, jumping up faster than a Saiyan when he burns his tail. Yamcha glanced at her.
"Huh?" Vixen started to blush. She couldn’t believe it. She had just been sitting on top off a Male Earthling, a sleeping one at that.
"Errm….. well, I was." She shook her head. She couldn’t deal with humans. They seemed to want to know so much. Did they not know anything about privacy?? "just never-mind." Yamcha shrugged his shoulders and stretched casually. Vixen stopped to consider her current situation. She had a perfect opportunity to get revenge on Kakarot. However, she had the slight problem of two humans, one Saiyan and a child of whose race seemed mixed. She took a deep breath. Revenge would be hers, in time. She just had a few problems to get out the way.
"So, where are the others? She asked casually, Yamcha stood up and yawned again. Vixen watched with curiosity at how muscular he was. Most humans she had seen around the town were quite puny in comparison. She shook her head. How could she find another attractive when she had Raditz. He was the only person she felt love for. She was determined to keep it that way. The man in front of her stopped stretching and looked around.
"I am not sure." he commented. "I think Bulma is out in her workshop, and Vegeta might of gone out training. I don’t know where Trunks is." He looked around him. He noticed that the girl was now up, and seeming allot steadier on her feet. "I am starved" he said, more to himself than to Vixen. He strolled past her before pausing to look back. ‘Good God’ he thought as he continued his way to the kitchen ‘she is about the same height as me!’ he walked away. Perhaps he would ask some questions later. But first, he would talk to Bulma, and get some food. He left Vixen alone, unaware of how risky this was.
Vixen stood for a few seconds. She had to do something. But what?? She needed to power up for Kakarot’s arrival. She remembered seeing some people in her planet displaying extraordinary fighting skills, but she also remembered that they often carried a symbolic item with them, a muse if you will, one of the only ways they were able to access their powers. But what is mine? She thought. She pondered this for a few minutes, before boredom took over her. Normally, she would be training, but she didn’t dare do that in this household. She soon found herself wondering up the stairs to explore the house, what with only one human and a child in the house with her. She wandered into Vegeta and Bulma’s room. She didn’t spend to long in there, although long enough to have a quick rummage through their belongings, perhaps learning a few things about these two individuals. She walked out, closing the door as she exited, only to turn round and bump into Vegeta. She jumped back.
"What were you doing in there!?" he demanded. Vixen looked away, she didn’t do explanations, especially to Saiyans. She could barely look him in the eye, his cold glare causing her to lower her eyelids. Vegeta also lowered his eyelids, more out of menace than to avoid eye contact. "I don’t like you." He said, his expression not changing "and I am going to tell all of them about you, and then, I will blow you up. I dislike your race then, I dislike them now, and I don’t see why you should keep reminding me of my past career." Vixen looked down, desperately trying to think of a way to get out of the situation. As she scanned her thoughts, inspiration struck her.
"You wouldn’t dare." She said slowly looking up now, an evil grin flitting across her face. Vegeta’s eyes widened in anger. This little rat in front of him, was challenging him. He laughed loudly, although this didn’t change Vixen’s expression.
"And what makes you think I wouldn’t dare, oh pretty rodent." He laughed. Vixen’s smile grew even larger as she looked right at him.
"Because I know your secret." She said. Vegeta raised an eyebrow in sarcasm.
"What secret?? I don’t have any secrets." Vixen started to laugh herself.
"Oh yes you do, I was in your room ,and indeed I did look through your stuff, and I found something that you would not like anyone else to see." Vegeta narrowed his eyes, in confusion, worry and anger at this lower life forms defiance.
"And what might that be?" she mouthed something at him, which caused his eyes to widen, in blatant worry.
"I don’t know what you are talking about." he stammered, sweat dropping slightly.
"Oh yes you do." Vixen mocked "and if you even think of revealing who I am, then will tell them all that you have the largest collection I have ever seen…"
"Shhh…." Vegeta said pushing a finger to his lips.
"Of"
"DON’T"
"Romance novels." Vixen smirked. Vegeta leapt towards her.
"For God’s sake be quiet!" he half yelled, placing a hand over Vixens mouth. "just don’t say anything, and I will stay out of your way." Vixen smirked some more, victory tasted sweet. Perhaps she wouldn’t kill Vegeta, just to watch him squirm some more. She turned away and started walking back down the stairs. Something caught her eye, and with no hint of sarcasm and in pure honesty said to Vegeta
"Nice tail." She resisted the urge to let out a dreamy sigh. It had been so long since she had seen a man with a tail. She shook her head once more…..’Raditz had a tail’.. she pondered ‘and that was the only reason I had to look twice’ she assured herself, as she made her way back to the kitchen.
Yamcha sat in the kitchen, leaning back after a good fry up breakfast. He watched as Vixen walked into the kitchen. She was feeling a bit irritated, despite her smugness over embarrassing Vegeta, and felt allot of power storing up in her body, which she would normally use for hunting. Yamcha looked at her.
"So how are you feeling?" He asked. Vixen glanced up.
"Ok I suppose." She sighed, she didn’t like being asked questions.
"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Yamcha asked. Again, Vixen resisted the urge to smack her head against a table.
"If you really want.." she sighed. It appeared he did, as he continued.
"I am just curious, do you know Goku?" Vixen played dumb, in case she gave anything away.
"I don’t think I do. Why do you ask?" she asked semi suspiciously. Yamcha shrugged
"Well, it was just last night, when you passed out, you were saying his name, and as odd as this sound, Raditz’s too." That last phrase got Vixen’s attention.
"you… you knew Raditz?" she asked, hoping to learn something about her love. Yamcha looked up.
"Well, technically no, but I’ve heard allot about him." Vixen could feel her heart racing, even at the thought of him.
"Please continue…" she said.
"Well, I heard he was really ugly, and extremely cruel. Quite disgusting to be around." Vixen looked up, her heart stopping. She felt a feeling she had never truly felt before. It was definitely a form of anger, but this was a different sort, this was the sort that made you do things you would never normally do, this was the sort that could kill a person. She started to shake with anger.
"What did you say??" she asked through gritted teeth.
"Well, that’s what I heard, I mean, its probably all true, the guy sounded like a right bastard. " Vixen was literally shaking now. She stood up, showing her full height. Yamcha got a nervous feeling as she stood above him.
"Are you ok?" he asked. Vixen started to growl, Yamcha looked around him nervously. Without warning Vixen let out a full snarl, revealing those fangs that were so often hidden. Yamcha gasped in shock. Vixen leapt towards him, knocking him off his chair. She grabbed his head and banged it violently against the wall before pulling her knife out from her waist band, she shoved it into his stomach, causing him to scream out in pain. She stood above him, and closed her eyes. The ground around them started to shake, as did the sky, which was now rapidly growing thicker. She let out a scream.
"TOTAL ECLIPSE!!!!!" she yelled. The sky flickered and a loud crash of thunder was heard before the sun seemed to disappear from the sky. This was a technique used by Zorroxians many years ago, used originally to confuse an opponent much like a solar flare. She leant down, practically laying on top of Yamcha, who now had blood seeping from his stomach. She whispered in his ear.
"Tell Kakarot to come find me" she glanced down at Yamcha’s wound "and ask him to bring my knife." She leant down and gave him a kiss on the lips, tasting the blood that he had coughed up from his internal injury. She smashed through the window, finding it safe to go outside now the sun was gone. She ran off into the darkness, to a safe haven where she planned to fight Kakarot. The world seemed silent, interrupted only by the terrified scream of Bulma, who had ran in to find Yamcha’s bloody and slowly dying corpse, and Vixen’s manic cackling, perhaps truly driven insane by the Saiyans that haunted her mind.
Chapter Five
Bulma sat in her workshop fiddling with a piece of machinery. She was just about to throw it against the wall when she got distracted by the sound of glass smashing inside the house. Panicked, she ran into the house.
"YAMCHA!" she screamed, as she saw her former boyfriend lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood. He stretched an arm out to her, mouthing something, but unable to let the words out. Bulma knelt down beside him, fighting back tears of shock and fear. She glanced over him. The injury was bad, and he had already lost allot of blood, his shirts was just a pool of red and his mouth was bloodied from, both coughing and from the passionate kiss he had received from Vixen. "Who did this to you?" she asked, unable to hold back her tears any longer. Yamcha looked up, his eyes displayed bravery as he tried his best to talk back, despite the great burning sensation in his throat and lungs.
"Vixen, she said that Goku was to come find her, and bring her knife….." Bulma looked down at the knife.
"She did this?" she asked, before becoming painfully aware of just how deep the knife was imbedded in his stomach. She glanced up after receiving no reply. Yamcha was starting to drift in-between states, unsure of whether to stay conscious or travel to the light world ahead of him. Bulma started to cry even more.
"How could she do this to you? What did you do? Yamcha don’t leave me, you can’t do this…."
"sshhh" Yamcha put a finger to Bulma’s lips. She stopped crying, although her lip still quivered. Yamcha strained to get his voice out, as he wiped tears away from Bulma’s cheeks.
"It’ll be ok." He choked "Get Goku, and everything will be alright." He let out a smile despite the pain that shot through his body. Bulma saw his eyes close and realised what had just happened.
"Yamcha?? YAMCHA!" she yelled shaking his hand. She stopped and felt his pulse. It was still there, so he wasn’t gone yet. She looked around her. What could she do? "The knife!" she thought. She would pull out the knife. She reached out taking hold of it’s silver frame with both hands. As she tightened her grip, she suddenly felt a burning sensation shoot through her hand. She looked down, scared to see heat blisters forming on her hand. She looked at the knife. A gasp came from her throat as she realised those ruby eyes she had been so impressed with earlier were now glowing a burning red, almost life like. She sat down, now covered in blood too, her hands throbbing. She thought back tears and looked to the ceiling. ‘Please Goku." She prayed "Get here soon.", hoping he could hear her.
Vixen ran through the forest, considering all that she had just done. She felt a great pain and a great hatred. She felt pain, at the thought of what Yamcha had just been saying about Raditz. How could anybody insult her love without even meeting him? But she also felt a great hatred, for herself, for the side of her that made her do things like this. She resisted the urge to hit herself. Why did she overreact?? It was like someone else had taken control of her, whenever she thought of Raditz in pain, she turned into this beast of seething rage. She also felt guilt, for hurting Yamcha, for as she had kissed him and tasted his blood, she had tasted purity of the truest form. Purity of an honest and brave heart. ‘Honest?’ The other part of her conscience mocked. If he was so honest, then how could he have said those things? She tripped as she ran, falling into the muddy banks by a river she was following. As the mud dripped from her face, she felt so frustrated. It was as if she was being split in two.
"Why can’t they leave me alone!!!???" she screamed aloud, to the voices in her head, to everyone who understood, to everyone who didn’t. She pulled herself back out of the mud and kept running. She knew where she was going, and when she got there she would avenge her loves death. Yes, she would get revenge, and maybe the torment would end. She picked up speed and veered away from the river, her destination getting closer with every stride.
"She did this??" Goku asked in disbelief. Bulma nodded. "But it can’t be true. She was so weak when I last saw her." Bulma sat on the sofa with Yamcha’s head in her lap. He was out cold, his breathing getting slower with every passing minute. Goku looked at Yamcha, and then at Bulma "So why hasn’t the knife been removed?"
"I can’t. every time I touch it, it burns my hands." Bulma showed her blistering palms for proof. Goku looked at the knife. Suddenly noticing the glowing eyes. Without thinking he grabbed the handle and pulled, ignoring the pain running through his hands. Finally, it slid out. He threw it across the floor, and watched as it clattered to a stop, an aura of smoke around it. He looked down at his hands, which were red and sore, but to his amazement were healing right before his eyes. He pulled up Bulma’s palms, to find the blisters that had been there were now gone, a mere smudge on her skin. Goku shook his head in disbelief.
"Bulma, I am going now. I am going to get revenge on that bitch for what she has done to Yamcha, what she has done to you." His eyes were glowing in anger, a seething rage bubbling up. He walked to the door and picked up the knife, which was no longer glowing. "And I will give the knife back to her, but she will never get a chance to use it." He walked out the door slamming it behind him. As Bulma watched she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.
"Yamcha?" the once wounded man looked up at her.
"That’s amazing!" he said.
"What is?"
"That knife, it’s gone and now, I.." he paused "I am feeling so much better." Bulma looked out the window.
"Be careful Goku." She whispered. "I don’t think you know what you are dealing with."
Goku flew in the air, searching for unusual energy levels. He held the knife tightly in his palm, the blade pushing against his skin and yet not harming him. Suddenly, he found it, only a few miles away, he could get there in a matter of minutes. He flew as fast as he could through the air, his mind demanding an explanation, an answer from this mysterious stranger. Yes, all he wanted was an answer….
Vixen stood, feeling the energy around her. This was the place. The place where she had found Raditz’s body that awful day. She remembered laying here for hours with him, unknowing if he was aware of her presence, where he now surely resided in heaven. When she was here, she felt her power levels rise immensely. As she concentrated, she could see a bright light coming towards her. She looked up. It was Kakarot. She could tell immediately it was him, from the aura of power and anger, anger at her earlier attack on that man named Yamcha. Why had she done it? Surely he deserved it? But did he? She battled the voices in her head, which only fuelled her anger and spirit. Kakarot landed in front of her, causing the ground to quiver in expectation.
"So, we finally meet." Said Vixen, playing with a lock of scarlet hair, staring at him with unblinking eyes. He was more muscular then she had expected, his hair the same colour as Raditz’s. Goku narrowed his eyes.
"Stop playing games. Why did you do what you did? What did Yamcha ever do to you??" Vixen looked at him, confused for a second. She gave herself a mental head slap. He didn’t know. Of course he didn’t know. Those foolish earthlings would never have thought of telling him, ‘Well, I suppose that man wasn’t in any state to do so.’ She thought to herself.
"So you don’t know why I am here?" she asked, giving Goku a sly grin.
"No, and should I?" he asked.
"I should think so." She half laughed. "I am here do exterminate you for what you have done to me."
"What I have done to you!?? I have never met you before in my life."
"That’s true. But you still killed my love, and therefore my life, leaving me cold and lonely in this hostile world." She still half mocked, although a more sinister tone was now edging in her voice.
"Your love??" Goku asked, thinking back over anyone he might of killed who could of had any links with this girl.
"Yes. He was of your own flesh and blood, and you brutally murdered him. You disgust me." It suddenly clicked in his mind, remembering a conversation that he and Bulma had yesterday.
"You can’t mean Raditz!" he said. Vixen paused, almost wobbling at the mention of his name. She swallowed, continuing her story.
"Indeed I do."
"But I didn’t kill him!" Goku said.
"NO? Then were you having a fight with him…?"
"Well.. yes."
"And did you not intend to kill him, your own brother, one of the few remaining members of your race." Goku stared at the ground. What could he say. It was true, he hadn’t killed Raditz personally, but he also knew he would of had he been given the chance.. Vixen narrowed her eyes at the silence.
"Enough games!" she yelled. "Prepare to feel revenge." Goku looked up. He couldn’t let her do this, she had already injured his friends, who knew what she would do next. He took a deep breath and powered up to SSJ. Vixen stood with her arms folded across her chest, watching him. Goku shook his head, and raised his arms to fire some Ki blasts. He didn’t think it would take much to knock her out.
"FOOL" Vixen yelled. Her normally full black eyes started to glow silver, she lowered her head, so that the evil grin on her face was concealed. Goku felt his whole body being paralysed. ’What’s going on?’ he panicked. He looked closely at Vixen. ‘Could it be? Could she be using psychic powers to battle?’ Vixen walked over to him, where he stood, suspended, his whole body taut. She stood square in front of him, raised one finger, and pushed him. Goku flew back violently, smashing against a large tree, his whole body bouncing of the hard wooden trunk. He slumped down to the ground, still unable to move. Vixen dashed over and stood above him. She laughed at him, before stomping on his chest. "Ever had a broken heart?" she whispered, before laughing again, and punching him full on once more. Goku screamed out in pain, a burning sensation in his chest. Vixen jumped back, and raised her hand in the air. Like a rag doll, he rose too, now suspended against the tree. She beckoned with her little finger, and the knife he had dropped earlier rose from the ground and landed in her palm. She stared at it, and to Goku’s amazement, it split in two, one gem from the eyes on each knife. As Vixen concentrated on this, Goku started to feel more in control. Although he was still suspended, he felt more loose. He closed his eyes and concentrated deeply, willing himself to be freed from this position. "Goku??" a hushed voice sounded. He opened his eyes. Vixen was now standing only a few feet in front of him. "You can’t move yet?? I am not done with you?" He looked up, and felt a wave of power shoot through his body, finding himself angered to be once again paralysed. He narrowed his green eyes.
"Go to hell." He said. Vixen raised an eyebrow "so you can find my fool of a brother." Vixen felt lost for breath. How could he say that? After all she had been through, after all he had been through, she felt her body temperature rise, that frustrated feeling sweeping over her.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH" she screamed with rage, the whole world around them seemed to go silent. She threw one of the knifes, which shot through the centre of his hand, pinning it to the tree. Before he could even react, she ran over and shoved the other knife she’d acquired through his remaining hand. She watched as he writhed in pain.
"You know what would make this more fun?" she said, to the still immobile Goku, who was unable to answer. She clenched her fist, releasing his body from the paralysing spell she had cast earlier, allowing his full weight to be suspended on the knives through his palms. She laughed as he hung on the tree. Slowly, she stalked over to him, keeping him suspended for as long as possible.
"Why, are you doing this??" he asked. Vixen didn’t answer him, although she did pull the knifes, as slowly as possible, from his hands, until he slumped down onto the floor. She picked up one and sliced along the skin on his stomach, allowing a river of blood to expand under his clothes. She watched the blood for a while, fascinated by it, intrigued by the idea that it was so different from her own. She looked at his pained face, before stabbing the knife in her hand through his stomach, just as she had done with Yamcha.
"AAAAAAH" Goku screamed, struggling to move, but unable. It was as if the knife that lay in his stomach was draining energy from him. Vixen lay on top of him, allowing his blood to soak through her own clothes. She pulled out her sword and pressed it against his throat. "Don’t worry." She soothed. "It’ll all be over soon." She lay the sword on his neck, allowing its heavy weight to slow his breathing some more. She picked up one of his bloodied hands and brought it to her mouth, licking the blood from his palm, sampling it’s bitter-sweet taste. Suddenly she stopped. The blood she had tasted, like Yamcha’s, had left her with a disgusted feeling. She felt as if it was her own blood. She, for the first time in this fight, felt as if she was doing something wrong. Slowly, she allowed her eyes to travel up to his face. She gazed at his eyes, which stared deeply at her. As she looked closely, she started to feel sick. His eyes were so beautiful. There was something about him. Her lip started to quiver.
"Raditz….?" She whispered, as she stared at his eyes. She grabbed the sword, wanting to end this hurting now. She raised it above her head, and took a deep breath, before dropping it, allowing it to clatter on the ground next to her. "I CAN’T!!!" she yelled, the pain in her voice clearer than the words. "you look like him." She said, tears now flowing uncontrollably down her face. "You are all I have left!!?" she sobbed. "When I look into your eyes, all I can see is Raditz!! All I am doing is killing him all over again. Why can’t I ever just be left alone!! Why can’t I ever be satisfied. Why do you have to be so much like him???." Goku stared in shock as Vixen cried, tears, sweat and his own blood mingling on her face. She pulled the knife out his stomach, Goku letting out a gasp as he already felt energy returning to his drained body. Vixen sat next to him on the ground, her face and body wrecked as she cried silently. She stared longer into his eyes, no longer seeing the battered Goku, but her only love, Raditz. "I am sorry" she whispered. "I AM SORRY" she repeated, screaming this time, as if unable to hear herself. "I should of done this a long time ago." She lifted the sword from the ground, still staring at the Saiyan eyes in front of her, and without ever losing eye contact, shoved it through her stomach. The pain shot through her body, her senses dulling, the shapes around her becoming nothing but shadows. Slowly, she lay down next to Goku, never losing contact with his eyes. "I am sorry." She whispered one final time, before allowing her now heavy lids to close. As he felt his energy level rise, Goku stood up. He looked at his wounds. They were pretty bad, but nothing that couldn’t heal. Slowly, he drew his gaze back to the ground, and found himself staring at Vixens motionless body. He knelt beside her, no longer able to see any sign of breathing. He leant down and kissed her on the forehead.
"You’re forgiven." He almost smiled, before standing back up and lifting into the air, making his way back home.
For several hours Vixens body lay there, unmoving in the night air. The sun would rise again in the morning, the effect of her attack only lasting a few hours. However, when Goku came to bury her body the next morning, she was gone. He looked around for any sign of her being moved. Yet only her knife remained, left as a memory, dried blood on its blade. Goku picked it up, and stuffed it into his pocket, vowing to give it back to her next time they met.
Not The End