"The Other Side Of Vegeta"

Written By: Elanya

Disclaimer: I do not own any portion or characters of DBZ or PokeMon. My thanx to the creators of such magnificent personalities for use the use of fanfiction. DBZ belongs to TOEI Studios, Akira Toryama and FUNimation. PokeMon belongs to Nintendo and Warner Brothers Studios. I am not making any money from this saga. It is just an expression of my interest in such fantastic anime like DBZ. No law suits, please. Being under privileged, the paycheck doesn't stretch that far. WARNING! This fanfic begins with a PG-13 rating for language (we all know that Vegeta has a mouth that would make a sewer look clean, lol) and violence. Later it will have n NC-17 rating for the juicy stuff. Reader discretion is advised. This is my first fanfic so be brutal in UR review. Vegeta is OOC thru most of the fic. This is a V/B break up fic. Major Bulma/Chichi/Yamcha bashing. Apologies 2 all Bulma/Vegeta romance fans out there. If any ideas or themes sound familiar to any author of other stories please note, I had not intention of stealing such fantastic ideas, they just worked themselves into the scope of this saga as pure coincidence. My thanks and apologies go to those authors. Happy reading. A/N: EXTREME AU, HINTS OF YAOI AND YURI.

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: Yaoi, angst, Lemon

Pairings: Vegeta x Goku

Summary: Bulma and Vegeta have broken up-she throws him out after he misses one too many holidays. Through a series of accidents, Vegeta's long buried emotional gentler side emerges. Vegeta and Goku, along with Trunks, Goten and Bura(I'm not too crazy over her english name), all live on an island princedom away form civilization although, the other Z-Sensi know of their hideaway.

 

"The Other Side Of Vegeta"

WARNING! This chapter contains citrus including the entire lemon! While it may not be very pronounced in description, the warning still needs 2B in place for younger readers-still rated PG-13. A strong hint of yaoi as well. This chap is being edited to show the deeper relationship between Vegeta and Kakarrot.

CHAPTER XII

WARRIORS STAND READY

There was a very palpable silence once Aegar imparted the news of Frieza’s return to the rest of the crowd. Many of the settlement’s inhabitants reacted in the same manner as the elites had when they themselves had been given the happy news. Thank goodness, the groups had gathered outside the palace when their dinners made an encore appearance or Vegeta would have had to seek out new help, and good help was so very hard to find, especially for the nit-picky Prince of all Saiyan-jin who had the patience of lightning.

“How far away is he, my lord?” Bruksalada asked, he held his mate and kids as if he had just found them.

“I can answer that,” King Aegar replied. “The creatures in these pictures are six Earth months away. Vegeta?” The king turned to the Saiyan and nodded, “Could you and your people train us to fight? It would be the greatest honor to fight alongside ‘The Golden Warrior’ who single handedly protected my planet and the all the refugees we were harboring,” the king requested and he knelt in front of the smaller monarch.

Vegeta schooled his expression so as not to advertise his amazement. “Contact all those you want trained and bring them here ASAP. You know how I can’t resist a challenge, besides, you and your people were taught the Instant Trans move by my commander, so gathering your fighters should be no problem,” Vegeta intoned in a bored tone of voice.

“ You mentioned a ‘Golden Warrior’, King Aegar? What’s he speaking of, your majesties?” Turlington asked in his up town manner.

“You weren’t with us on Planet Minerva, were you? Those of us who just arrived on this planet were and I remember the Warrior distinctly! He was shrouded in an aura of gold; his hair billowed away from his body as it was fanned by an invisible wind. He was raw power even though he was no taller than my Jeice is! He was as beautiful as he was deadly! He was glorious, like an angel without wings!” Queen Jusinya expressed, clapped her hands together and hugged them to her as if she was a schoolgirl in love.

Princess Kayla leaned down to her brother’s ear and whispered in Saiyago, “Looks like we weren’t the only one’s who saw your heroic deeds, Ichison. Try not to let your head get any bigger than it is or we’ll have to sleep out of doors!” she giggled and Vegeta shot her a lazy glance and snorted in a ‘so what’ manner.

“Where had the warrior come from, sir, and why?” Turlington asked.

“My planet had been attacked by a group of fighters from a planet called Kellogg 18. They were Icejin. My planet is an out of the way little sphere in the Orion galaxy and we received SOS messages from space asking for refuge from the Icejin. We granted it not thinking the Icejin would ever trace their enemies to such an insignificant planet as my own. Anyway, Kellogg 18 attacked and stated that they were claiming the planet in the name of Frieza and proceeded to do as they pleased. They found the refugees who had been living in peace for five seasons or so on my planet and began destroying them. Their main target was the Saiya-jin. Although the Saiyan warriors fought valiantly, the Kellogg army overpowered them. Many of the men were killed and the females ravaged, taken against their will to spawn those white devils’ offspring. Some of the girls were just babies, not even ten Saiyan years of age” Aegar related and looked directly at Princess Parlissa who was squeezing the prince’s strong hand in a vice grip; horror on her indescribably lovely face.

Lissa sat between her prince’s legs and her body shook uncontrollably. Vegeta had his hands on her shoulders and tried to calm her down by massaging her muscles but to no avail. Tears fell unbidden from her ebony colored eyes.

“Mi amour, make him stop! I don’t want to hear this anymore, it sickens me!” she whispered and turned herself into Vegeta who held her as heart-rending sobs wracked a body that would make any glamour girl or fashion model jealous beyond all rationality.

The prince leaned his mouth to his princess’ ear and whispered, “Amore mi, it’ll be all right. Vegeta’s here and he’ll let no harm come to you, I swear it, chosen one.” Then he looked at King Aegar with such ferocity that that being looked around for an escape route, which never appeared under his body. “Aegar, your scaring my child, now I suggest you either change the subject or get to the point of who the ‘Golden Warrior’ is,” Vegeta snarled, the tip of his anger palpable like acid.

King Aegar bowed his head in apology. “I beg your pardon, your highness. I forgot those savages tore into the heart of all three races. I had just barely saved my own daughter from their attack,” the king whispered.

Princess Lissa was not the only princess upset by what Aegar had related. Zyra and Jordinara were also trying to hold themselves together as they told their mates that the Icejin had taken them by force. The three princes held their lady mates so close, they tried to take them inside their bodies for protection.

“Jordie, my heart, I didn’t know! Why didn’t you tell me, love?” Jeice asked his mate as he stroked her long white hair while she lost a bucket full of tears onto the pink ‘BADMAN’ shirt that Vegeta had given the Rockarian prince for the outing that evening.

“And to think that white devil made me love the ground he walked upon and brainwashed me into loving him the way I do Zyra. Thanks to a loving family, they helped deprogram me from his poisonous training. How could I let myself be so taken by that sanctimonious sack of cow shit? I wanna kill him and send him into a dimension from which he could never be wished back!” Zarbon spat, his emotions beginning to unravel. His out burst had caused all eyes to turn his way.

Zarbon had uttered very few profanities and only when he was angered beyond the capacity for rational thought. Well, this was one of those times. He had just found out that an Icejin had taken his own lifemate against her will and it was his duty to protect her as well as the rest of his race and family from such harm.

It was mind numbing to discover how much the other two princes had in common with him and it was not only that they had all been slaves to Frieza. Vegeta held his mate tighter than ever and he had removed the gloves from his hands so that his hands could experience her form. Her tail had uncurled itself from her waist and lay across his thigh. He picked it up with his right hand and began to absently twine it through his fingers. Such an action was not only to calm her down- he hoped- but it gave him something to do while he thought of how to make that sick twisted horned demon pay for what he had done. Not only to the Saiyans but to the rest of the inhabited universe as well.

“So, King Aegar, where did the ‘Golden Warrior’ come from?” one of Jeice’s people who had been at Kimshi Buffet asked.

“Oh, yes. It just happened that our planet’s protector had been returning from a destruction mission and stopped by Minervasei. When he saw the battle in progress, he burst into a golden tongue of fire! His hair, which was usually black and spiked to the sky, had turned burnished gold itself. His usual onyx eyes had turned to a sort of teal jade color. His power level was impressive to begin with. After he had transformed, his power level went through the roof and nearly ripped the planet asunder!” King Aegar completed his tale.

“The warrior made, how you say, Swiss cheese out of those Kellogg Icejin. Even though they had transformed into their ultimate level, they were no matches for the golden one when he had also transformed into a huge golden ware-ape of immense size!” Prince Sonra continued to explain.

Queen Zatanna thought. “Now that I think about it, I do recall seeing the golden warrior on the monitor in our place of hiding before Aegar had sent us off for safety’s sake. The warrior looked remarkably like…Oh, God! I don’t believe it! There is no way! He’s no bigger than Prince Jeice is! How can he be that Golden Warrior?”

All eyes, except those of the Saiya-jin, followed the path of the Tsurian queen’s and discovered they looked straight at the Saiyan prince. Silence hung in the air like a hammer waiting to fall until a snicker was heard. The snicker was followed by a giggle, which then turned into full-blown laughter and that action had come from the newly arrived Tsurians and Rockarians.

“Shut up, all of you! Zarbon and myself have both fought against the Saiyan and were transfixed by his incredible power! Don’t sell him nor any of his people pardon the remark, short, for even a chibi Saiyan could send you into the next dimension! Prince Zarbon nearly lost his youngest son to the daughter of the captain of the army, and she just has a quarter of Saiyan blood running through her veins, from what I understand. Those of us who were here earlier this day are witnesses and you may be laughing now, but you won’t be for long when you begin training with them! Okay, so Vegeta may not have great height like Zarbon or even his Commander’s first son, but he’s quick to quip that ‘big things come in small packages’! I agree because I’m the strongest in the in my race and look how tall I am not! Vegeta fought and killed both Prince Zarbon and myself without breaking a sweat and Zarbon just mentioned that he had been in his transformed state when he got axed!” It was Prince Jeice who had silenced the jeering crowd.

Was that Jeice defending him? It shouldn’t have been a surprise as the Z sensi, especially Kakarrot, had defended his arrogant, out-for-number 1, care-for-no one else-being during the time he’d been with them. He’d have to get used to this ally thing and it was basically a new concept to him. After all, in a race that hunted and fought in packs, he had been a loner, preferring the company of very few. However, the king let very few people close to the prize of the Saiyan race and those were the prince’s grandparents, his sibs, royal guards and Lissa. It had surprised Vegeta that the king had allowed Lissa to be so close to him but then again, that female chimp did have a power level nearly equal to his own. Nonetheless, having to trust former rivals and enemies was unsettling at best and it was just recently that he had begun to trust the green being, Piccolo. Kakarrot had wormed his way into the prince’s trust after the former had sacrificed himself with Cell in order to try and save the planet-‘Stupid move, you bakayaro. Cell returned with an unholy vengeance and you left me for a time without a decent sparring partner and something I hadn't had since Raditz and I had coupled a long age ago. Until you came back for the tournament when the boys were young, I let that wizard take hold of me just so I could fight you as I once was, my own sacrifice to... be...with you? Holy crap, what a horrid thought, the prince gasped mentally. I can’t be that dependant on…He’s a third class nobody! I only elevated him for my sister’s sake! He’s such an imbecile, but God is he a brilliant warrior, even smarter than yours truly at times.’ However, it was gonna be a new experience fighting with those two weaklings but he’d enjoy the challenge and as it was common knowledge, Saiya-jin loved a good challenge and raising the power levels of these beings would be a strong one!

Soon, things had calmed down and Vegeta suggested putting the princesses down for the night so the men could go spar and train for the upcoming war. Vegeta lifted his near sleeping mate, who had calmed down from the upset caused by Aegar’s relating the events that had transpired on Minervasei, the other two followed suit. After entering the palace, Vegeta instructed a waiting servant to lead his guests to any vacant guest room so that the princes could make their mates comfortable then Vegeta took his own mate to her chamber.

He felt a presence in her chamber and smiled. When had she begun doing that? The prince shook his lady who stirred herself to awareness.

“Hmm, my prince, what is the matter?” she asked as she clung to his neck like a child.

She was so light to hold even though her body had bulked out from the near endless training, which was the first passion of this reformed race of warriors. The scent of her filled his nostrils and he was heady with the excitement of just holding her close to his being. Only with Emanu's niece, Ceraina, had he ever had such a floating feeling and his feet were still firmly planted on the ground, not even with the first mate, though he knew his body was just reacting to the lack of physical stimulus he had not allowed himself to have since the former had been transferred out of his life.

“Amore mi, you have company with you tonight,” he whispered and sat her down on her feet to open the door to let them both into the chamber.

The couple peered in and there in the middle of the queen sized bed lay a tiny newly dyed black head but the features were unmistakable. Cilvi had never slept with any adult other then the prince himself and Ceraina, when the child was a younger chimp, thus seeing this sent a shock wave through his highness and he knew his baby girl had fully accepted this lifemate as her own.

“She’s so cute, mi amour. I wish I had had her for you but fate had other plans for our lives,” Lissa sighed as her fingers played in her prince’s hair.

Had she called him mi amour and he had called her amore mi? Those were words held in the highest regard by their people and only to be uttered when a couple was of one complete being and had been together for most of their lives. He pushed the thought aside then nudged her into her chamber.

“Good night,” he said curtly and turned to enter his newly redecorated bedchamber. He had to get away from her even though she was his chosen one, he loved her or so he had convinced himself after Ceraina had been sent away and the desire to fully mate with her was eating him up inside. Curse those Icejin for destroying the female he had first chosen and the only other female who caused his blood to race through his veins whenever he just thought about her. He stood in the shower stall under the running water to calm his jangled nerves then he’d go train in the gym. After suiting up in a set of teal colored spandex, the prince quietly left his chamber; careful to keep his ki suppressed and not attract attention.

“Hey, Vegeta!” a cheery voice sounded and the prince nearly left his boot shaped slippers on the floor.

Vegeta put his hand on his chest to make sure his life force was still beating! “Kakarrot, you baka brain, what are you doin’ up? You’re supposed to be caring for my sister!” he spat in a whisper.

“I did but I still have a lot of energy to burn! Wanna spar?” the commander asked like an excited child.

“No, I was gonna do some training in the gym. You can come if you wish,” was Vegeta’s sharp retort and he headed for the basement gym.

It was eating him alive that he could no longer have his third class warrior as the duty of the crown far outweighed the calling of the heart. He had been grateful for the times the little group had gone off to Planet Minerva where Vegeta would engage with either Ceraina or Kakarrot, now what he felt for them could be no more than fantasy.

Once in the gym, Vegeta headed for the weight bench where he added 2000 more pounds to the 6000lbs he had pressed the last time he had been in the gym, which was after his accident in Rock Tunnel. Vegeta sat on the bench and began to pull on the weights, first the right side, then the left. He lost himself as his body settled into a pattern of exercise, which he had long since conditioned himself to perform. Following ten thousand weight lifts, the prince moved over to a large floor on which he began to practice signature martial arts/gymnast’s moves.

He was poetry in motion as her black eyes drank in the sight of him. He glistened from the sweat that had beaded up on his frame. Every move was flawless; every sweeping kick of his strong hard tree-trunk looking legs made her heart leap in her chest. The sound of his fists as they thrust and jabbed at invisible opponents sent powerful shock waves through her being. To think she disgraced herself when she was a chimp by running and hiding from such glorious power. Well, she would redeem herself to the crown and prove that she was worthy of the mateship and being the Queen of all Saiya-jin. Then she did something good judgment should have held her back from performing and what logically no fighter would ever do. She entered his space and blocked his next jab.

When he felt his fist suddenly connect with something solid, he instantly jumped into battle mode. How dare someone presume to interrupt the great Prince Vegeta during his training! Whoever it was, was in for a serious battle! Then he saw her, standing at the end of his out stretched arm and holding his fist tight. His mind was numb. What was she doing here? She should be lost in a sleep; light years from this planet, but here she was taunting him with that killer body, making him salivate for the want of a kiss from those lush full lips. He felt a part of him erupt into life that had been doing so more often than not since her arrival. Oh, he had not missed the fact that she had grown into a righteous babe, but was she also a tough cookie? After all, this was the female who would run and hide whenever he was anywhere in her vicinity when they were chimps in the palace.
He began to tremble but he pulled his arrogance out of the closet to mask such a failing. He pulled his arm back, folded his arms across his chest and struck his familiar pose. 'Remember, Vegeta, you're mating her out of duty,' the prince's mind heckled him.

“What are you doing here woman, I thought I had sent you to bed?” he snarled, his tone hard yet tremulous.

“Spar with me, your highness. I lose, I’ll return to my chambers. I win, we become one in body as well as in soul and mind,” she intoned in husky voice, moved closer to him and quickly stole a kiss before she positioned her being into a fighting stance. “No holding back, I want to feel the full force of the Super Saiyan that you have become,” she taunted knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist the challenge.

To mask the excitement caused by that small action, he adapted his haughty stance. “Chimp, you cannot begin to imagine the full force of the Super Saiyan that I have become! Feast those black pearls on Saiya-jin perfection!” the prince smirked and held his arms out to his sides to display his muscled well toned chiseled body, his head held high.

She knew how into himself he was and she used the moment to her advantage. She charged full force at him and her fist embedded itself deep into his midsection, which caused him to cough up a little blood.

“What…Where did that come from? Chimp, you are toast!” he screamed and retaliated but she met him jab for jab and thrust for thrust.

Every time she blocked his punch, she took the advantage and took hold of his lips then vice versa. She’d slap him with her tail and he’d retaliate then she’d grab hold of said appendage but he’d knock her off with a kick. She flew back for more and he stopped her with a hand to her forehead much like Kakarrot had stopped Android 19 when roly-poly was charging at him, however, the prince stopped just before he kicked her to the sky. Very impressive for a chicken weakling, who used to run and hide, Vegeta smirked to himself. She must want to be queen very badly or she would not be putting such an effort forth.

“Have enough, chimp, or do I have to get serious!” Vegeta panted as he stood waiting for her next move.

She smirked and slowly glided her way over to him. She threw her right arm around his neck and took strong possession of his lips. He resisted but she held him fast, took hold of his training shirt and yanked it free of his pants then eased her well developed hand underneath to caress his hard muscular chest and he melted into her. He surrendered the fight, took hold of the hem of her training shirt and ran his hand underneath. He gasped when his hand came in contact with one of her female chest globes, which he discovered was of a rather immense proportion! He had only touched two other female beings in this manner and the orbs of one were nothing compared to these. The chest orbs of the other? Well there was just no comparison between his third class love and the one he had now! (His third class love had more chest to offer than this chimp had, in fact.) In fact, Bulma was flat chested compared to both chimps that he'd known since his boyhood. Suddenly, he wrapped her in his tail, hand still on her luscious mound, and he flew full force to a corner of the gym where a large punching bag filled with sand hung from the ceiling. With his other hand, he flung her training shirt over her head and tossed it aside. When he felt her hit the bag, he wrapped her arms around the bag and held them clasped by the wrists, then he crushed her to his frame as he took strong possession of her lusciously full lips. She moaned in surrender and struggled to free her hands, which he released and she buried her fingers into his mountain of hair. He held her against the bag with his tail then he trailed hot kisses down her cheek, over to the lobe of her right ear where he teased the outer rim with the tip of his tongue, then nipped at it with his pointed canine teeth.

He then blazed a trail of hot passion down the side of her neck to the region where neck and shoulder met. Here he nibbled and nipped until he could taste the crimson fluid, which flowed through her veins. It was pure nectar to his palate and tingled at the back of his throat as it slid down into his esophagus.

“Vegeta! Oh, my prince, take me, make me complete! Fill me with your maleness!” Lissa panted as her hands worked their way downward to the top of his training pants. Slipping her thumbs into the waistband, she slowly began to peel them down his long strong legs. Then she turned the tables on him and became the aggressor.

She took hold of his training shirt, pulled it up and over his head, then tossed it to the side. His thumbs had found their way into the waist of her spandex and he slowly eased them downward with the aid of his tail and as he did so, he lowered both their bodies onto the floor. He raised himself up to gaze into her gleaming black opal eyes and smirked.

“Are you sure, mi amour? Once we perform this act, we will forever be one. There will be no turning back,” he said in a voice so soft it was barely a sigh, the fingers of his right hand caressing the tender center of her flesh globe.

In response, Lissa lifted herself and took possession of her prince’s passionate lips, her hand grabbing hold of that part of him all males possess from their beginnings. He gasped in shock/surprise, and then his hand found that which made her female and his fingers began to gently stroke her broken innocence. She grabbed him forward and went to place him into position when…

“Good God, Vegeta, what are you doing?” a shocked voice asked.

The amazed couple flew apart and bolted into separate areas to cover themselves. His heart was in his big toe and his anger was in the peek of his hair. How dare he! How dare that insolent baka disturb the most important event in a Saiyan male’s life! His entire body shook from the violence of his emotions. He was so angered at being disturbed that he could kill. At the same time he was deeply disappointed and crushed that he had been forcefully torn away from the ultimate act of a couple in complete and unconditional love for one another. No Earth-jin could have ever given him that pleasure nor make him want her on a constant basis, even when he was in the midst of training. Oh, she had for a time, but then he matured and realized that was not what he had wanted after all. True he had gotten two great offspring out of the deal, but that was about all. Nonetheless, once he had himself fully attired, he returned to face his commander and jump kicked the larger Saiyan in the chest, which sent Kakarrot into a far wall.

Kakarrot coughed and held his chest, which felt like it was on fire. He wheezed, “What was that for, Vegeta? What were you doing in the raw?” he asked like an innocent child who had just caught its parents in the throes of passion.

“I hate you, right now and the very sight of you is sickening me! Do you realize what you’ve done? You’ve ruined my opportunity to mate! Saiyan women don’t react like Earth women when it comes to the physical side of bonding! It takes a long time for either gender to realize they are destined to be together for life! I can’t rush things with Lissa the way you can with Kayla, Lissa’s been forced! My mate’s been ruined, so her trust in the opposite gender is very shaky and weak! I’m surprised she allowed me as much access as she did! But what’s the use in explaining to you, you’d never understand because you still believe you’re an Earthjin. I gotta go cool off before I wipe the floor with you,” the prince said, his emotions a mixture of hurt, anger and disbelief. Turning his back on the powerful warrior, Vegeta teleported from the gym and outside the palace. From there he flew down the corridor to where the shaft forked off into four tunnels. He knew that the Earthjin were camped down the left fork so he flew down the entrance beside it. He had never been there before, heck; he had never been in this cave before, so what was he thinking! He kept his chi aglow to light his way as phosphorescent rocks faintly illuminated the tunnel. Vegeta’s state of mind teetered between rolling thunder and a soggy sponge, between Earth shattering anger and a garden hose at full force. The soggy sponge won out and forced the prince to land and pound his fist into a wall.

“Why? Why are these things always happening to me? I’m trying to reform! I’m trying to be of a good strong heart but things keep breaking it to pieces! Mommarissa, where are you?” Vegeta screamed then hung his head as he supported his weight by his hands. “Momma, where are you, your eldest one needs you. I can’t handle this by myself! Oh, momma, I miss you,” he cried. “Curse you, Frieza! Curse you to the blackest hell there is, and I hope you rot there! You took the most precious thing in my life away from me! I’ll make you pay for taking her away from me, for using my people for your own evil ways, for destroying my own innocence with your sick perverted games, for what members of your race have done to my lifemate and just because I hate you more than anything! I want momma,” Vegeta slid to the ground, hugged his knees to himself and continued to sob.

So close! He was mere inches from making the two of them one, all he had to do was move his body forward and she would have enfolded around him like fur cape. She could still taste him on her tongue, the virile maleness that was his alone. Her nostrils still held his scent, which had been captured, in their tiny hairs. Her hands tingled and trembled from the brief contact they had made with that part of him that had grown from its previous state. She had felt a drop of moisture the minute she had grabbed it and that essence still resided on her hand. Her body trembled at the memory of his lips blended with hers and the tongues entwined in a sort of dance. Tingles ran the length of her as she thought of the way he had trailed molten kissed down her neck and how he had…Then she stopped. Had he done so? She had to see. Lissa ran into the wash chamber in her suite, turned on the light and arched her neck to one side. She had to stifle a cry of excitement for fear such an outburst would disturb her young guest. She shut the chamber door to examine a crimson colored area of her neck. Yes, he had given it to her, albeit on the surface, but had they not been interrupted, she felt confident that he would have bitten deeper and drank more of her essence as she would do to him. She put her hand to the mark, and then she caught sight of her body. She had stripped her outer clothes in preparation for bed but curiosity over took her senses. Nonetheless, her beige colored skin was covered with light bite marks down to her abdomen and especially on her flesh globes! She caressed the one he had taken strong possession and electricity shot through her nerve endings. Then her eyes traveled downward and found that she was standing in a small puddle that was not the natural color. Quickly, she shut herself in the shower stall and turned the water on full force to try and calm her jangled nerves, but her mind continued to recall the events that had transpired. She recalled with startling clarity how his finger had stroked a place she had never known existed and the sensations his motion caused in her being were indescribable! She felt molten lava trickle down her strong legs as the water cascaded down her body. This shower was not working to her advantage. She wanted him, wanted to feel that exquisite melting feeling he had been causing in her being and wanted to give him her bite of possession. Turning the shower off, she dried herself, exited the wash, found a salmon colored night shirt, eased herself into bed beside the sleeping little princess and chased after a slumber she instinctively felt would evade her capture.

He must have cried himself into unconsciousness, for the next thing his mind was aware of was a foul stench and it wasn’t himself, although the scent of a Saiyan was anything but pleasing except to another Saiyan. Vegeta felt hot air wash over his body as he roused him body from its slumber then he heard a low growl that wasn’t his stomach. Igniting his chi, the prince slowly got to his feet and found himself staring at…Breakfast! This was just too perfect! Instead of his having to go looking for breakfast, breakfast came and looked at him!

He smirked as he folded his arms and said, “Well, are you evicting me from your place of residence? Sorry, I didn’t ask but you weren’t here so I helped myself, however, if you’re gonna make a big deal outta my presence, I’ll just have to get nasty. You won’t like me when I get nasty because you’ll end up face up on my grill. Be warned, my friend,” the prince positioned himself for battle.

The monster lunged forward, mouth agape with the intention of making Vegeta his morning meal. The tables quickly turned against the beast as the prince threw an energy ball much like Kakarrot’s Kamehameha and hit the beast in the chest. The beast fell and Vegeta smiled at his effortless catch. Summoning his great strength, the prince lifted the beast by the tail and flew back the way he had ventured earlier. He must see to getting some light into the cave so that he would know the time. Pleased with his capture, the prince began to sing a melody at the top of his lungs; the sound reverberated through the cave.


“What in the world is that sound? It so hypnotic!” Cindy asked, as she was the first of the Earthjin campers awake.

“Sounds like singing but I’ve never heard anything like that before. It sounds like opera but it’s not Italian,” Bulma said as she came out the camping house drying her blue hair.

Just then the sound of something being dragged along the ground emitted from just beyond the campsite. Yamcha flew down the corridor and screeched to a halt when he saw a huge dinosaur being dragged along the ground. The tail was suspended by some unseen source, and then he sensed it.

“Vegeta, is that you on the end of that monster’s tail?” Yamcha asked in surprise.

“No, this beast has invented a new way to motor, of course, it’s me, you dumb ass!” Vegeta snarled.

“Wow, that’s a pretty big lizard! Whatcha gonna do with it?” the other warrior asked.

Vegeta looked at Yamcha as if that one had just fallen from a banana boat. “You can’t be as stupid as you look…Oh, wait a minute, yes you can. I forgot you don’t have two brain cells to rub together given who your girlfriend is. For your information, my family and I are gonna eat this thing. I’ll bring you some after it’s cooked” the prince offered then went to move off.

“Hey, we heard singing, was that you?” Yamcha asked.

“No, it was the T-Rex, now good morning to you,” the prince flew off in the direction of the palace and Yamcha returned to his campsite.

“Well?” Bulma demanded.

“Huh? Oh, it was just that prince high and mighty Saiyan dragging a dinosaur down the cave. He said he and his family were gonna eat the thing and offered to bring some to us after it was cooked,” Yamcha related what the prince had said.

“I hope you told him not to bother and that you were perfectly capable of supplying for us. I don’t need his charity. He might lace the thing with arsenic to put us out of his misery,” Bulma fumed.

At the palace, Vegeta’s return was greeted with enthusiasm and many fanfares! He smirked, “Oh, you’d think I was gone forever with such a racket! Here, Bruksalada, come prepare this thing for dining,” the prince instructed. ‘I have got to go shower. No telling what I picked up from the cave floor, not that we Saiyans have a problem with such things,’ he thought to himself as he stripped his training outfit and entered the gravity trainer to bathe therein. Vermin was easier to kill on a hard floor than in emerald shag carpeting. Vegeta always kept a second set of training clothes in the GR for emergencies. After his shower, he killed whatever the water didn’t and before he left the room, turned the gravity to 100x to crush whatever might have fallen from him upon his entrance. Returning the gravity to normal, he left the room and headed for the palace-he had dressed in a crimson colored set of training clothes, his white boots and gloves-when he suddenly felt himself knocked off balance. He hit the ground with a crash.

“Don’t you ever make us worry like that about you again, you understand! Lissa had a terrible night because you left without telling a soul! We couldn’t even track you!” a tiny voice, which unfortunately began to resemble the screeching cat octave of a certain female, screamed at him.

“Hey, dad’s had a bad night, chimp, leave him be. C’mon, Trigon and Éclair wanna spar with you and Pan. They’re power is really coming up,” it was his son’s voice and the young man led the little half Saiyan princess away from the prince.

Vegeta moved to get off the ground when something grabbed his hand and assisted him the rest of the way. “Thanks…Kakarrot, you baka!” he snarled and snatched his hand out of the other’s grasp. “Don’t ever presume to touch me again! You may be Kayla’s chosen mate, but that gives you no right to manhandle my being in any fashion!” he shot, his back to the mighty warrior.

“Sorry, your highness, does this mean you’re still sore about last night? Look, I’m sorry, what more can I say? I had no idea I caught you in such a…Such a state! You can’t forgive anyone, can you? You’re so full of yourself it’s unreal! I tried to be a friend to you; you threw it back in my face! I save your life numerous times and you still want to take mine. I raised your son when you wanted nothing to do with him-NNGH!” a fist to the jaw silenced Kakarrot’s mutterings.

“That’s a lie! It is I who raised your son because you were dead for seven years! You returned only to fight when your son was seven, but I had raised and trained them both until you returned to this plane. I watched how you interacted with him so that I could learn. You know after the princess was born that I got custody of both of them. It doesn’t matter. You and your friends still see me as a threat to this planet no matter how I’m trying to prove otherwise. Go away, Commander, go back to your Earthjin friends,” Vegeta turned his back on the crowd that had gathered to witness the argument between the two mighty Saiyans. He had just gotten himself back in harmony and his commander had to knock him out of balance again. Vegeta crouched and prepared to lift off when…

“Oh, no you don’t! Not this time unless I go with you!” a stern feminine voice snapped. She had taken hold of his arm and held him in position, then she brought her hand, palm side facing him and emitted a violent slap across his arrogantly handsome face. “Grow up, Vegeta! You’re twenty-six years old (Saiyan age), and if you’re gonna be the king of the Kale-aleajin, then you’d better start by controlling yourself! Apologize to the commander! All your life it’s been how much pain you can inflict on other beings because you were too cowardly to handle the pain yourself! Too bad, princeling, that’s life so deal with it!” she screamed in their native tongue.

He was more shocked than angered. Shocked? No, bemused and taken quite aback, yeah! When had she become so fiery? Saiyan females never talked back to the males and very few had the gall to back talk the ruler! He was dumbfounded then hung his head. It was humiliating to have to apologize but it had to be done. Vegeta stepped away from Lissa and went and found his commander sobbing deeply into his sister’s arms. “You’re pathetic! No red-blooded Saiyan would ever make such a public display of himself!” he sneered. Not being able to say private things in a large crowd, Vegeta put a hand on Kakarrot’s shoulder to indicate he wanted to see him in private. ‘Follow me,’ he said in a mental voice then he returned to the GR.

Kakarrot looked up into Kayla’s black opal eyes and found comfort. “K-Kayla…” the larger Saiyan swallowed hard on the tears still in his throat.

“Come with me,” she cooed and moved to rise and he rose with her then the two left the crowd. ‘I’m taking Kakarrot for a walk. We’ll be back. Just be patient, Ichison,’ Kayla told her brother in a mental voice.

The two walked a ways down the cave corridor, Kayla had her tail around her mate’s waist and he had his arm around her shoulders. He was still shaken up by Vegeta turning him out and ordering him to go back to his human friends. How was he suppose to learn about his heritage if the only one capable of instructing him wanted nothing to do with him?

“K… Kayla, I… I love you, in case I haven’t told you before. You’re the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen and I’m gonna miss you, terribly,” Kakarrot sniffed.

Kayla stopped their walk to look up at her mate. She threw her arms around his neck, took his lips with her own and smirked as she caressed his cheek. “Kakarrot, we are bonded, my mate, even Prince Proud and Powerful knows what that means,” she said.

Kakarrot looked at her with confused black eyes. “Bonded? What’s that?” he asked, cocking his head to the right in thought.

“Bonding, my mate, is a deep sharing between two people deeply in love as I am with you, Commander. Showing emotions, caring and even apologizing are new to Vegeta, at least, now. But, oh, I wish you could have known him on Vegetasei! He was so different! We only had five Saiyan years with him, but those years were the most enjoyable of our lives,” Kayla sighed at the memory of her elder brother being more able to show his emotions around the ones he was closest to.

“He… He said that you all had no qualms about showing your emotions when you were together. I wish he were nicer, though. He’s so mean, no wonder his and Bulma’s mateship fell apart, he’d always bad mouth and belittle her. She didn’t deserve that,” Kakarrot shook his head.

“One thing about Vegeta he will never tell anybody and that is Saiya-jin treat those they love like scum. The ones we hate, we kill with no mercy, until we settled Planet Kale and reformed our ways. My brother is a deeply feeling being who had to force his heart into a cold dungeon for over twenty years. We need to realize that and not expect him to change in a heartbeat. He didn’t mean anything when he told you to go back to the humans. I know I saw the pain in his eyes as he said it. My brother’s a good chimp and always has been. It was that Frieza dick that ruined him. That freak ruined my big brother, turned him into some kind of killing machine for his own gain. That gay lizard promised our people freedom in exchange for my brother. Even as young as Kale and I were we could tell he meant no good, but we couldn’t tell ‘Tousan, he wouldn’t have believed us. He did get us off planet before Frieza made a return and annihilated them all,” Kayla related.

“I’m glad your Outusan sent you off planet or else there would be no ‘us.’ Thanks, princess, I can face his highness and his emotional rage, but first…How do I know we’re bonded?” the commander asked.

The princess smirked. “Remember the first night we met and I did a little something with my tail that drove you mad? That was my signal to you that I had chosen you as my mate. As we began hanging around one another for long periods of time, I began to nip at the exposed parts of your body and you’d nearly pass out. Remember what we did a few nights ago, when I stroked apart of you and it became solid then I slid myself close to you and you slid into an opening that wrapped itself around you like a blanket?” Kayla whispered in her mate’s ear, and he melted at every syllable.

Kakarrot began to shudder and his arms moved to embrace this young minx then he lowered his head and took possession of her soft inviting lips and drew her breath into himself. This movement both shocked and surprised her but she melted into the action. She felt his tail encircle her waist as hers still encircled his own. He had closed his eyes as the kiss deepened between them and his right hand found its way under her training clothes to caress the treasure hidden in that location. She gasped then moaned, “Oh, Kakarrot, I didn’t think that you knew! Be one with me, mate of mine!” she sighed and took hold of the sash of his training clothes, untied it and the attire slipped from his strong frame.

Kakarrot did the same. He tossed her shirt from her body then molded his hands to her hips, his thumbs inching inside of her training spandex and he began to ease them downward. His tail uncurling from her waist and took command of the action his hands had begun and yanked her spandex down her legs. Then his tail snaked its way between them and found its way to the part of her that nearly caused consciousness to leave her body as he played in her feminine play ground and sank his teeth deep into the soft flesh of her neck. They sank to the ground and a part of him took over the torturous pleasure his tail had begun to inflict upon her being.

Vegeta turned the gravitron on and set the reading for 600x. He needed the intense training to work off the frustration caused from the ruined chance of mate bonding with Lissa. Lissa, she had been mad as hornet and had ripped into him mercilessly, but had it actually been so? No, she had been right and so had Kakarrot. No matter how much he was trying to change, he was still a stubborn, pride-filled, selfish, arrogant bakayaro. Who was he to deserve to lead such a great people who had adapted Earth’s ways and became strong beings with equally strong emotions? It was himself who was having the difficulty in adjusting. It was so easy when it had been just the little crowd and the Z sensi in the desert. Now, there were several hundred Saiya-jin, a few hundred Tsurian and Rockarian, and a flood of several hundred gallons of water still in the valley from the previous night’s monsoon. The valley, yes, he’d go drain the valley! That would burn off the energy that was pent up in his body! He returned the gravity to normal and exited the chamber.

Cilvanti slowly walked over to him, her head bowed low. “Daddy, are you gonna hurt Lissa for yelling at you?” the little princess asked and looked up at her dad with big blue eyes.
The prince looked down at his princess then knelt in front of her and shook his head. “No, honey, daddy’s not gonna hurt Lissa for telling him the truth. Have you seen Kakarrot?” he asked the crowd in general.

“Sis took him away, they haven’t come back yet. Why?” Kale asked, as he munched on the bones of the T-Rex his brother had brought home awhile ago.

Just then, Kayla and Kakarrot entered the camp, tails wrapped around one another. Kakarrot’s nose buried deep in his mate’s hair. It was no missing the deep red wound on Kayla’s neck and an equal wound on the commander’s. It had happened, the two had bonded on that deep level every Saiyan couple desired but few attained. Blast him! Beaten again by that third class bakayaro! Vegeta fought to control the emotion, which welled up inside of him, then he put Cilvi down and teleported from the court and into the valley where he dove into the warming water and crashed through the surface of the ground.

Vegeta tunneled under the Earth right beneath the flood and dug trenches with his ki so that the water would drain off the surface. He needed to be out of doors, needed to be free and needed… His momma. If he couldn’t have her in the physical dimension then he’d go join her in the one she was in.

‘Don’t you even dare entertain that thought again! Shoot to the surface and breathe!’ a strong voice commanded the prince who obeyed and grabbed a lung full of air then resumed his mission.


“Where’s Vegeta? I know I saw him when we came back!” Kayla remarked as she and Kakarrot loosened their hold on one another.

“I’ll find him. I’m very attuned to his chi and no arguments, Trageta. I just feel that in the mood your dad is in, it should be me who finds him. I’m to blame for his upset,” the commander said and teleported out of the cave. The minute he was in the open air, he gasped as his eyes beheld forests and trees albeit all water logged and a ground of nothing but dark brown mud. The waters had receded so hopefully things would return to normal with a few very hot days. Kakarrot had no time to take in the scenery and felt around for a familiar energy level. Not sensing it, Kakarrot decided to do a visual search as well as a chi search. Where was it? He should have picked it up or at least seen him. Then he felt it and it was just barely there. ‘Oh God, not again, I thought you were stronger than to try that act a second time,’ the commander sighed as he flew in the direction he had sensed Vegeta’s chi.

Kakarrot landed on the oozy mud and sank waist deep in the muck. Kakarrot could taste the acid as it rose into his throat when his eyes met the sight of his prince buried peak high in mud. “Vegeta! Hold on, buddy, I’m coming!” he yelled and swam over to his fallen commander and prince. Plunging his arms deep in the mud, he felt around for Vegeta’s shoulders but the mud was too thick and made the action impossible. “HELP!” Kakarrot yelled at the top of his lungs.

Ultra sensitive green ears picked up the cry and the being left his meditation perch and teleported directly to the location of the distress. He was shocked to see Goku arm deep in mud.

“Goku, what happened?” Piccolo asked as he hovered above the mud-covered area.

“Piccolo, Vegeta’s stuck in here and his life is draining fast! Help me get him out!” the strong Saiyan warrior was on the verge of hysterics.

Piccolo started to say something but shook his head against it then looked down at the tip of the black peak that just barely poked through the mud. Without much effort, Piccolo levitated the prince out of the muck. When his shoulders were visible, Kakarrot grabbed his prince and yanked him the rest of the way with Piccolo’s help. Then the Namek and Saiyan spread their hands and gave some energy to the half-drowned prince after that, Kakarrot plopped a senzu bean into the prince’s mouth. Vegeta took a deep breath and coughed. The force of his cough expelled the thick ooze that was choking him so that he could breath easier, and then he looked up and found his rescuers.

“K… Kakarrot? Piccolo thanks. No, I was not trying the same stupid stunt twice. Pic, I’ll repay you some how,” Vegeta offered.

“No need, Vege-head. Goku needed help freeing you from that would be concrete tomb. See ya ‘round,” the Namek bade then flew off.

“Y-you should be full strength soon. I’ll go tell everyone I found you. I am sorry, Vegeta I didn’t mean to hurt you,” the commander sighed as he tried to hold himself together and powered up to free himself from the mud.
Vegeta raised himself up on one elbow and grabbed hold of the commander’s orange gi. “Stay! Please. I’m the one who is sorry. I guess I’m just high strung from the fact that Frieza and Cell have been returned to this plane. Kakarrot, I don’t say this often and I hope I never hear it again as I’m saying it to you. I-I am proud of you and feel for you like I do for my kids. As much as I’ve tried to deny it, there’s a bond of brotherhood between us two. Since you lost Raditz and since I’ve been around, you’ve developed that sort of big brother bond with me and I’ve been trying to push you away. I didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that I actually like you and have ever since our first fight. No one had ever lasted against me the way you had and I appreciate each time that you’ve saved my life and everything. Forgive me and I’m glad you bonded with Kayla. C’mon, lets go home,” Vegeta smiled, held out his hand for assistance, which Kakarrot lent to him.

Vegeta had to hold onto Kakarrot’s shoulder as the other Saiyan had his arm around the other’s waist to help him to stand on the unstable surface of the mud. Vegeta’s lack of height was a disadvantage and the prince began to sink when Kakarrot tightened his hold, powered up and shot out of the mud like a cork. He knew his prince was not up to power as yet, so he put the smaller Saiyan on his back and the two flew back to the cave. For the first time since meeting Kakarrot, Vegeta relaxed around the big Saiyan. ‘He should be the big brother I never had, but God, help me to be his like Raditz would have been if things had been different,” Vegeta thought then laid down on Kakarrot’s back and drifted off to sleep. 'I wish things between us could go back to what they were before we found our people and the females claimed us. We'll always have our daughter and I'll always have the sons Raditz and I birthed but until we can bring them home as well... Oh, Kakarrot, you mean so much to me. Just as Ceraina did and still does but because of my duty, I can have neither one of you unless something severe happens to displease me with the one I've claimed,' the prince thought to himself as he felt lethargy overtake his being and he fell to sleep.

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Chapter 13

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