Blecker x Dragonball

The Dragon and the Tigers

The Dragon and the Tigers

Tiger Cross stared up at Porunga. She didn't understand English in her current state, let alone Namekian, and her "mate" had stopped, acting as translator as she just sort of stared and listened. Cross couldn't blame her. It was a magic dragon summoned by glowing orbs. She was not so far gone to not realize the magnitude of such an insane premise.

The dragon's eyes glowed, and she felt a strange energy fill her. On reflex, she tried to resist the energy, this foreign change, which in turn seemed to make the others tense. Quickly, her handler spoke in her true tongue.

"The dragon can only fix you if you want it. The dragon cannot change those who are not willing to accept the change."

"What change?" Tiger Cross tilted her head, totally confused.

Her sister turned to her, then spoke in the tiger tongue, "Your degeneration, your loss. The dragon here is trying to do for you what it did for me—no longer make you a clone. Give you a true body and fix the decay like he did for me."

Tiger Cross was so far gone that she had even forgotten she was anything other than a tiger. In her mind, that was what she was born as. She had her sister standing before her, and as messed up as her personal identity was, she maintained her memory. That was one thing the Crosses kept, as they refused to let their memories be damaged because they were all that was left of their world. She had trouble remembering faces and tended to think of her past in terms of beasts, but she knew none of it was true because she had her sister standing before her. She had her changer. She had photos. She had pictures. She had accepted her descent into becoming a beast. She knew that was loss—that was her losing herself.

And now this magic dragon was offering to fix it all. Even if she didn't understand it, even if she didn't know what her true self was anymore, she jumped at the chance, bowing her head and apologizing. Strangely, the dragon smiled as if he knew her or, more likely, somehow knew one of her sisters.

The light enveloped her, and Tiger Cross started to stand, her body shifting, turning back into a human form. One of the men who had summoned the dragon for them laughed as her form shifted into something more human. With a wave and a glow of his hand, he gave her new clothes similar in style to their own. Slowly, she started to hear the words of a species she had long since forgotten how to understand.

"Can you understand me, sis?"

She tried to respond, but her voice was a growl and broken English. She may have been able to understand the language again, but it would take her time to learn to speak it again. She had, after all, gotten comfortable in the feline tongue.

The Cross who knew this world smiled and simply patted Tiger's shoulder. "We all speak feline. It's fine. You don't need to speak English. Simply speak and tell us how you feel."

Tiger Cross paused, looking at her hand, fingers, nails, skin. She was human again. She was still female, but she was human. With realization, and with her body being restored, a pit grew in her stomach.

She was still female.

"Still trapped as a girl," she growled in a soft, forlorn, and defeated tone.

"Try turning into a male. Your body has been fixed. The genetic corruption that we inherited should be gone."

Tiger Cross paused, pulling up an old memory of how she used to look. Her form shifted, taking on a long-forgotten male form as one of her sisters handed her a small mirror. He—yes, he—grinned.

Then he turned his attention to the other sister with a bright light in his eyes. "If the dragon changed both of us to be like her, then you should be able to take your original form too!"