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Recap: Bra has caused Psiyah to be seriously injured by tampering with the gravity in the gravity chambers. Psiyah was rescued by Trunks, Bra, and Vegita, but the entire situation has brought to light some subtle, yet serious problems within the Capsule home.

First of My Blood

Chapter 15

Sleep lifted off him as suddenly as it came. He opened his eyes moments later with a sharp intake of the dank, mossy air, and a crack in the bones of his well toned back. His comrades were already awake, he noticed, and were contemplating their movement for the day. It had been a mere few days since his battle with the golden eye beauty, and already he was perfectly healed. He grimaced at the thought of her . . . yet again. Ever since he laid eyes on her, his thoughts have been filled with racy images of this fighting beauty. It annoyed him to no end.

Pushing thoughts of her to the back of his mind, he rose steadily and made his was to his bickering companions.

“You dimwit!!” hissed one “We have got to see how everyone had improved, not just Goku! If we keep an eye on everyone else, we’ll know for sure the magnitude of their team, and not onlyone member!”

“I agree” shouted another, “It wasn’t Goku that defeated me when I was here last, but his son Gohan.”

“Let’s not forget the combination Trunks and Gotin can make. One alone is formidable, but when they fuse . . . “

“They have all grown soft” proclaimed another. “We should keep a steady eye on Vegita! He trains the most!”

“What about my 18” interrupted another “She’s a force to be reckoned with, and I am sure she will not return to me.”

“Forget the others! It’s Goku that always fouls our plans! He’s at the base of everything!”

“Vegita is not to be counted out!”

“No its Trunks”

“Gohan! He’s a man now, imagine his strength!”

“That blasted combination is troublesome!”

“I tell you its 18!!”

As always the debate became an undecipherable uproar, and they were going nowhere fast.

The young man was tired of their nonsense, and walked straight pass the mouth of the cave leaping into the air.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going on a scouting mission on my own. I can’t stand your senseless squabble any longer.”

“Maybe ol’ lover boy is gonna seek out that warrior girl who beat him senseless the other day . . . she is a girl isn’t she?”

“How did you . . .”

“Did you know you talk in your sleep Romeo ‘Mine . . . I’ll make you mine . . . all mine . . .”

He left with the laughter of his companions ringing in his ears. He’d have enough of this. He already followed the orders of an unrelenting fool, he would not be taken captive by the thought of an uncanny beauty. With that, he leapt from the mouth of the cave, resolving to spy on the Sayian beasts. If he was lucky, maybe he’ll be caught. A good battle would do well to take his minds off things . . . a good kill would do even better.

I

Today made forty-eight hours that Vegita sat by the rejuvenation chamber. He watched intently as the girl floated unconsciously, vulnerable to the world. Some dead part of him awoke with pain as he thought of the fact that he would have to protect one daughter from the other, Psiyah as she was unconscious, and Bra, when Psiyah awoke.

The fact remained that Bra had not resurfaced, but she could at any moment, and Vegita was unwilling to not be there. The young technological genius could easily manipulate the rejuvenation chamber as she did to the gravity room. As a result, Vegita had an irrational fear of stepping away only to return to the healing liquid maliciously changed to acid, or some volatile explosive mixture. He barely left to relieve himself, let alone take a shower. Even with this in mind, Bulma still abhorred the sight of the grungy prince whenever she entered the room.

“I brought you your meal.” She said as she rest the tray before him. “You really should get some rest. How do you expect to protect her if you deny your body sleep?”

“And what of when I’m sleeping?” came his gruff, unexpected reply.

“Trunks and I are home. I’m sure Trunks is strong enough to handle Bra, and I think I’m smart enough to encrypt this device so Bra can’t crack it. Psiyah will be fine.”

Vegita looked to the floating girl once more before he began to eat what Bulma had brought for him. “Call Trunks here. When I’m through I’ll take a shower and rest, but I want him here now.”

It’s amazing what a stern woman would put up with when she’s concerned about the one she loves. So, Bulma left to find Trunks, not breathing a word against the obvious command.

II

His self imposed reconnaissance mission brought him to the Capsule Estate where his knew Bulma, Vegita and Trunks would be. It was not intentional, but it was the closest location in the direction which he flew. A small smirk played on his lips. He remembered the last time he encountered Vegita with his sister by his side. He was positive this encounter would bring him a good kill, or a good death.

III

Trunks watched as his dad finished the last of his meal and stood to leave. He did not know what bothered him more, the care in which Vegita handled the girl, or his hesitation to leave her here with his son. “Dad, it’s ok. I’ll take good care of her. At least trust me to protect her from Bra.”

“Hn . . . It’s not only Bra I’m worried about.”

IV

The front door was unlocked. Their arrogance had made them careless. He walked in, leisurely, and quietly, turning and touching at his slightest whim. His blind wanderings soon brought him to a family room where Bulma sat, crouched over in a chair. “Yes, yes thank you.” He heard as she adjusted the headset of a cordless phone. “I’m sure she’ll be fine, but Vegita’s worried sick . . . no, he’ll never admit it, but it’s totally obvious.” He leaned casually against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. Just what could the mighty Prince Vegita have his panties in a twist about now? “Well, she’s his daughter. I’ll find it hard to believe if he wasn’t worried . . . she was pretty banged up . . . I couldn’t believe Bra could do such a thing either. I’m so disappointed in her.”

So the spoil little princess got herself into a jam, go figure. Maybe he’ll kidnap her just for kicks. Tiring of the trivial problems of the privileged, he walked pass the archway as leisurely and as quietly as he had entered. He soon found himself in the kitchen, and he rummaged through the fridge taking an apple and a carton of milk. Just as he was on the verge of making a sandwich, footsteps climbing the stairs alerted him and he hid. He wasn’t sure why, he knew he wanted a fight, but instinct, or a sixth sense prompted him to do otherwise. Moving swiftly, without the use of chi, he hid himself as the footsteps grew louder as well as the now audible, muffled voices.

“Dad! Dad wait!”

“What is it boy? Shouldn’t you be in the basement watching your sister?”

“Dad there’s one way in and one way out. I think I’ll know if Bra is coming.”

“What is it then?”

“Who else are you worried about dad? Who else are you trying to protect Psiyah from?”

“I don’t know.”

“Dad . . . “

“I said I don’t know! All I know is she fought a battle with some warrior whom she did not defeat. Do you know what that means for her? Well do you?”

“So she’ll get laid! So what?”

“She won’t get laid! She’ll be mated! She’ll be the life mate of some punk who doesn’t know what he has. She’ll follow him whenever, wherever, to do whatever! She’ll be dishonoured and a prisoner of her own nature! She won’t be able to help it.”

“Dad, Psiyah is strong, and she’s not all Cheetarian, she’s part Sayian. That means she’s as stubborn as they come. She won’t go down easily. And even if her opponent is a challenge, do you think he’ll find her here? Bra’s stunt two days ago may have left her vulnerable, but do you really think he’ll find her here?”

“I don’t know boy . . . stranger things have happened.”

The intruder listened as the footsteps parted from each other, one going up another flight of stairs, and the other heading down. With his curiosity considerably peaked, he dropped stealthily from his position in the corner of the ceiling, and strolled from the kitchen, heading down the stairwell.

It was dark and grew darker with each step. As he curved the stairwell, he found just below, there was a bright light reflecting off white walls. He couldn’t help the small smile that played at the corner of his mouth as he thought, descending to the light, just as he did in death.

V

Trunks heard the footsteps before he saw the form and sighed. “Dad I told you, I’ll take good care of her.” The footsteps still came, steady and strong. Was he really that weak? Did his dad think that little of him to have changed his mind so quickly? Hurt, but determined not to show it, Trunks stood and took a long stretch before speaking. “Look dad I said . . . ooff!”

The intruder watched as the boy crumbled to the floor. They were all so arrogant and careless, he kicked the limp figure once more just because he could.

Walking over to the rejuvenation chamber, he was torn by his findings. Angered at the condition his beauty was in, and the fact that it bothered him. Relieved to see her again, hungry to taste her, patient to have her and confused as to why he wanted her in the first place.

Pressing his hand against the cold glass, he inhaled a sharp, eager breath, as if he could smell the sweetness of her hair. “Psiyah . . .” he breathed, encouraged as her eyes fluttered. “Psiyah . . .” he breathed again, more determined. He licked his lips and smiled as molten golden orbs gazed sleepily at him. Besides himself, he pressed his face against the glass and gazed heatedly through the transparent obstacle. “You’re mine . . . all mine.” Her eyelids fluttered, and she was soon unconscious once more. Unfortunately it did not matter. That golden gaze had already done its damage, and the evidence was swollen in his pants.

Backing away, he momentarily studied the machine she was in, and then proceeded to push a few buttons. “This should get you on your feet quicker than before angel eyes.” He said, taking a bite of his stolen apple, and with a lustful smile, and husky voice he continued, “Until our next battle, my beautiful, filthy half breed . . . until next time.”

END . . . for now.

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