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"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! More G / V pairing. They’re such bad boys. CHAPTER XIX THE NEW KID ON THE BLOCK The following morning, Vegeta had awakened ahead of his partner. His head swam and his body felt as if he had been plugged into a light socket. He felt sticky and he reeked terribly, as if he had been training for a full week without ceasing, which lead to one conclusion; Vegeta go get washed. The prince slowly stretched his muscles, moved to sit up when he felt something around his waist that pulled him back. He whipped his head around, found Goku had wrapped his arms around his torso and his eyes met with those of his commander. “I thought you were still asleep, commander,” he said in cold snobbish accents as he fought to control the heat that had risen to the peak of his hair and caused his cheeks to burn. “I felt your movements. C’mon, lay back down,” Goku invited. Vegeta shook his head. “Look, you idiot, I have a kingdom to run, females to look in on and unless I miss my guess, mi amore, you’re hungry!” the prince hissed as both he and Goku heard the larger Saiyan’s stomach roar. “Heh, heh, I guess I am, but I’ll wait,”
Goku pulled the prince back down and wrapped him in his arms again. Although his mind told him to throw the baka through the window, his body would not cooperate and found his hands tracing the contours of the commander’s body. The prince then grabbed hold of Goku and drew him into himself. Vegeta’s body tensed as he felt Goku enter into his opening and that orifice enfold the larger Saiyan like a shroud. He could not contain the cry of mingled delight and surprise that left his lips. “K-Kakarrot, I’ll make you pay for this,” the prince tried to sound terse but lost himself in the passion and pleasure that was being called forth from the mating. Goku thrust with a fluidity that rivaled melted chocolate and brought both his prince and himself once again to the heights of Super Saiyan pleasure. At the completion, Goku took Vegeta in his arms, held him tight and teased him with kisses across the M shape of his forehead. “Kakarrot, I hate you. Remind me to kill you when we get back,” Vegeta purred as he snuggled against Goku’s solid chest. “Hmm hmm, you could no more kill me than I could kill you, my royal one. I love you and I intend to let it be known,” Goku smiled as he inhaled Vegeta’s scent. “You do that and I’ll blow that silly head of yours away with a Gallik blast. I love you, yes, but unlike our sons, I don’t want it to be known,” Vegeta tried not to sound as if he were pleading. “You know we can’t really hide the fact. Even after we wash, our race will be able to smell the fact. Besides, almost everyone knows what happened on our return from Ispan- 12,” Goku whispered and the prince growled. “Who’s every one?” “All the other Saiyans, Piccolo and Dende.” Oh great, the Nameks now knew just what kind of race the Saiyans were-those who were still in their opened state of being. Vegeta shook his head. Well, the Nameks had no gender, per se, and could reproduce of their own. Nonetheless, the prince settled himself into Goku’s embrace and returned to another galaxy, a secret smile on his handsome face. He inhaled and took in the scent that was all Kakarrot and allowed his being to be consumed by their bond.
“So, Okrion, was the chimp the reason for the reassignment?” Earan asked, as his guests ate the large breakfast his new Saiyan wait staff had prepared. With a multi-racial establishment such as Kimshi that catered to several alien races as well as the Earth-jin themselves, the food prep staff had to arrive several hours ahead of opening in order to have half the food they would need for the day’s business prepared to be cooked. “In a sense, but we didn’t know that Ceraina was with offspring until she began showing six months after we were on Igthar- 9. It was the wife, you understand. She didn’t want her good rep sullied with knowledge that her step- daughter had gotten pregnant and the sire had just taken off,” Okrion said as he sipped at the soup placed in front of him. “We all know that he didn’t just take off. Emanu had called him with a deadly assignment and he had to attend to it immediately. With him it’s always duty and honor before anything else. I’m quite sure, Ceraina, if neither of you had been sent off planet, he would have made the bond,” Earan mentioned. “He was already married, Uncle Earan, and had to free himself of that shackle before he could mate/bond with me. However, I can say that if Endive had been born on this planet and Vegeta had known it, he would have left that Earth-jin, regardless,” Ceraina remarked as she looked over at a tiny vision of his Royal highness, Prince Vegeta. The tyke stuffed his little face with as much food as possible then asked for more. “He is adorable. How do you think the prince will react once he finds out?” Earan asked as he regarded his grand nephew. “Oh, he’ll just fall in love with him, I know. Hey, big guy, wanna meet your ‘Tusan?” Ceraina asked the bubbly little cherub with dark black brown hair that spiked to the sky in the same manner as the prince’s did. “Poppa!” the tyke squealed happily and clapped his little hands. “I’ll take you all over as soon as we finish here. The prince will be tickled pink to see you again. He really had it for you, even on the home planet,” Earan remarked as he looked at his gorgeous niece who could more than rival the prince’s present chosen one in beauty and power. “I know he did, uncle, but the law stated that he had to choose first class or elite. We were third class at best. Brilliant scientists and tutors but not equal to the elites and far beneath their notice,” Ceraina sighed as she remembered what life had been like on the home planet for her. On the home planet her parents had been told that their chimp was born with an incredibly high power level that rivaled the no Ouji’s. To avoid having the baby killed or shipped off, Okrion and Letucia, Ceraina’s Saiyan mother had agreed to have a low powered ki dampener implanted into their infant daughter’s arm. It would suppress her super power so that any one gauging her with a scouter would think she had a below average power reading, which would be in horrid need of being increased before she would be of any use. As she grew, she was placed into a training center with
both upper and lower class Saiyan children and it was were she encountered
that first class hellion on two legs who made her blood boil by just
walking into the training room. Parlissa Saturna acted as if she owned
the place as she strutted her little arrogance in front of those students
whose parents had neither title nor position. Parlissa Saturna made
no secret of the fact that her Outusan was a commander in the Super
Elite army and her uncle was the trainer and over seer of the Vegeta
no Ouji. Nor did she keep secret the fact that her power level was
measured at 4500 kilis- not bad for a Saiyan four-year-old. Ceraina
was just three years of age herself but her dad had measured her power
level near 5000 kilis but, Saiyan law dictated that no one was to
have a power level higher than the king’s, which in itself was
20,000. “Whose responsible for this?” the head instructor snarled, whip in hand ready to chastise the guilty party. The class was made of third and fourth-class children, who had an unwritten motto to protect one another, however, “I did it! You wanna beat me, go ahead, I don’t care!” Ceraina looked the head instructor in the eye. The instructor raised his hand in preparation to bring his whip across her back. However, something held him back. The class gasped. “You do and I’ll send you to the next dimension so fast, you won’t have time to take a last breath,” a small voice hissed with all the authority of the planet and held tightly to the thin part of the whip. “How about a real challenge, tiger? Take me on for size and I promise, it will be painful.” “P-P-Prince Vegeta- san, p- p- please, sir. Have mercy!” the instructor pleaded. The prince raised his hand with the palm facing the instructor. “Mercy is for the weak,” he snarled and blasted the instructor. Everyone crossed off the blast and turned to the chibi prince then bowed. “Your highness,” the class said in unison, as a second instructor joined the students. “Vegeta-Sama, how may we serve you?” the instructor asked in a timid voice as she bowed low to the ground. “I have asked Vegeta Ou to enroll me here for further training. I’m bored with the current crop of weaklings, not a decent power level among them. I want you to assist me in finding a partner equal to myself,” Vegeta had nodded, his black eyes locked on Ceraina, a smirk on his handsome face. “Pardon me for saying, sir, but this is for the third and fourth classes. We are not even worthy of your presence here,” the instructor said. “True, you are scum but her majesty told me that a few of you had power levels of incredible reading! The first class bored me to tears and the elites, well… I’ll leave that one alone. I want a real challenge,” Vegeta had remarked. “Take your choice, no Ouji. We are yours to command,” the instructor bowed and the prince pointed to Ceraina then pointed to the training floor. “Before we begin, your highness, I thought you were with the Saturna brat,” Ceraina said in a mocking tone and saw the prince as he bristled. “I do not wish to discuss her! Let me see what you’ve got!” he had hissed then lunged at her and she blocked him effectively. After that fight, Vegeta would always visit the lower class following the instruction in his own class and would always chose her as his partner. She adored that time and looked forward to the time when he would make his presence known. Then came the day she had thrown a ki blast so strong at him that, had he not blocked it, he would have been sizzled and she would have been killed. However, he returned a blast of his own. She had waited too late before crossing her arms and the blast had caught her and knocked her into another galaxy. As she slowly regained consciousness, she heard herself mutter the prince’s name. “Ceraina. Ceraina, honey, wake up,” a female voice spoke in a distance. “She’ll be all right. She just needs a few days’ rest. We’ll keep a good watch on her,” a male voice spoke. “N-no. I’m all right. Want to train,” Ceraina said as she tried to get up. “No, honey, rest. That blast nearly took you from us. How dare he try to kill you for no reason! And why did you call his name just now?” her mother shrieked. “He didn’t mean to, I’m sure he didn’t. The way he spars with me… He doesn’t want to hurt me. Where’s Uncle Earan?” Ceraina asked as she felt her strength return. “He got the unfortunate position of instructing that little male hellcat,” Letucia hissed. “Lettie, my one, he is the prince, but I believe our daughter is right. Anaise has seen them spar and he says the no Ouji holds back a lot of his power,” Okrion, her Outusan, replied. “C’mon, let’s let her get some rest,” her Outusan said and pulled her mother from the room. Ceraina lay in her bed and thought. There was a window by her bed that was opened to catch any stray breeze that happened across the planet. Her heart skipped several beats when she saw him sitting on the windowsill dressed in his usual Saiyan armor and a long white cape billowing behind him. “Vegeta!” she yelped in a happy tone but he silenced her. “Hush, baka, I don’t want the entire planet to know I’m here. I’ll be killed for sure. Angelair thinks I’m out with his weakling niece. He’d have a planet if he knew the truth. Here, I picked these for you,” Vegeta handed her a lovely bouquet of the only flowers that grew wild on the planet; others were manufactured. They were known as berrycynths, which was a hybrid cross between berry flowers and hyacinths. They were multi hued and smelled like fresh stawbannanas. Her heart soared as she reached towards the offering. She accepted them with shaky hands and tried not to show emotion at the gesture, however, a few tears had escaped her eyes. She wanted to hug him but she knew that to touch the no Ouji outside of battle was taboo. She was surprised when he took her hand between both of his own and kissed her fingers. Her eyes met his and she could have sworn that for the briefest instant she saw a flash of deep affection in their black depths. She nodded in understanding. “You’d better go before we do something that would definitely shorten our life spans. Take care, my no Ouji. I should be back to full in a few weeks then we’ll pick up where we left off,” she smiled and squeezed his hands. “I’ll see what I can do to come see you tomorrow. No, I have an idea,” he smiled, unclasped their hands and stretched his over her. The warm sensation of his energy entering her being was like bathing in a lake on a desert planet and made her want to embrace him but she held back and took in what he so willingly offered. This was the first time the selfish royal brat had given instead of taken. After he had shared his energy, he looked into her eyes, ran gloved fingers over her face then left her. Those were the days and her heart still skipped several beats as she remembered when they had been secret sparring partners and the best of friends. Then, years later on the planet Earth, her Uncle Emanu had hired a new blast agent. When he introduced the being, she nearly died from the shock and begged her uncle to make her his blast partner. She had noticed immediately the change that had over taken him. He was still harsh but not to the degree he had once been. As blast partners, they worked very closely and had become special friends. He told her about his life on ‘this miserable weak as water mud ball.’ She sympathized with him when he mentioned the blue haired bitch he had lowered himself to mate with. “She would never make a decent Saiyan. Her emotions show every time I say two words the wrong way to her. If it wasn’t for my son, I’d have been long gone,” the prince had once complained to her as they shared dinner one night together, alone. He had hunted for the two of them but thought nothing of it. She remembered that hunt and accept was the first stage of the Saiyan courtship and he had initiated it unconsciously. Was he…? Surely not, he’d have to be rid of that first entanglement before they could have a mate bond. However as they hung out together and began to see one another outside of work, it was becoming obvious to her that the first mate was as beneath his notice as she had once been. During the times they had gone out, they would spar and battle, then one day he showed her something so mind blowing she nearly phased from existence. He had shown her that he had attained the legendary Super Saiyan level of his (their) race and she fell in love with him all over again. He showed her how to make level then he had invited her to a hideaway he had in the desert where she met his eldest son, Trunks Vegeta, his rival/room mate, Kakarrot and his two sons. They all fell into harmony with one another and developed a deep friendship. When she visited the palace hide away, she noticed that Goten and Trunks were a little more than just friends although one was fourteen and the other thirteen. She also noted how Goku would watch Vegeta with desire in his black eyes. Occasionally, she’d catch her prince with the same look in his own eyes but he quickly masked it when he saw her smirk. Vegeta would ask her to watch the kids- his daughter had been born of the blue haired harpy- when he could not take them with him. He paid her well but for her the real pay was to just spend time with him. Then came the night she would never forget. The night Endive had been conceived. Vegeta had taken her to a planet called Minerva to a carnival the locals held once a year. They had the time of their lives and he had kissed her as she so often dreamed that he would. However, they had kissed often during the times they had been hanging together and going with one another. “You seem so Saiyan to me but you don’t have a tail and you keep telling me that you’re not, and you know something, when I’m with you, I don’t care,” he whispered in her ear then began to kiss her deeply and drew her breath from her body. They had found a private place and the prince continued what he began. To her surprise, he removed her cover as well as his own and joined with her. She nearly screamed to the heavens that all her dreams and hopes had come true but she held back. Oh, when she was at the palace with him, he would invite her to explore his body and she invited him to do the same. It was all preparation for what was taking place at that moment; the beginnings of a deep mateship. When they returned to Earth, Emanu told Vegeta he was needed for a very dangerous blast job and that Ceraina could not go. She told him that she would baby sit the children while he was away and that was the last time she had seen him and now sat in excited anticipation in seeing her love, her life again and to acquaint him with the son they co- created. “Ceraina, are you ready?” her Uncle Earan asked and she came out of her musings. “Ah, your mind was on him, was it not?” “Did I make it that obvious? I’m sorry. Yes, we’re ready, after I clean Mr. Messy up and change him,” Ceraina picked up her bundle then went to do as she had said. Vegeta and Goku had returned to the palace after they had washed, dressed and breakfasted. Before they had finally given up the cottage, the two of them had taken one another a total of ten times that morning alone. “I think I’ve spoiled you, commander. From now on, I think it best we not hang around one another every second. You come to me only when I call for you, understand?” the prince tried to lay down the ground rules of their activity but Goku played inattentive as always. “Hmm, whatever you say. I still love you,” Goku smiled and Vegeta cut him a sharp glance that would have sent weaker beings for cover. “I’m gonna kick your teeth in you say that to me one more time! Be off with you! Go check on Kayla,” Vegeta ordered and Goku hung his shoulders. “Can I see- “No! Now, go away!” Vegeta snarled and Goku went his way. The prince hung in the air over the camp and shook his head. “Baka, you did this to me. Now, I’ll never be rid of you,” he said to himself and began to descend when he felt an unfamiliar power yet it was familiar. Vegeta stopped and looked over the camp but found no one out of the ordinary except Earan Humizu was at the front of the palace. Earan Humizu what was he doing here so early? The prince would find out, however, as he got closer, Vegeta saw Goku talking with the Saiyan restaurant owner then witnessed that same Saiyan hug the commander and kiss him on the cheek. The prince knew what that sign meant. It was the way one open male congratulated another for making a bond or mateship. “What brings you here this early in the morning, Earan? We’ll be there for lunch, you know?” the prince said in a terse tone of voice. “Begging your pardon, no Ouji, it was a dire emergency sir,” the man bowed. “What are you going on about, Earan? There is no emergency that requires me to leave here that you cannot handle yourself,” Vegeta remarked and turned to leave when he was caught in a stronghold and his lips taken in a vice grip. He began to struggle when he first thought it to be Kakarrot but then he caught a scent he hadn’t experienced for a long time. He began to tremble and his hands went about the being to hold it closer to himself. Then he felt a tiny burst of cold air yet he also felt intense heat. “I dare not open my eyes for fear this dream will vanish,” he whispered. “I am no dream, my no Ouji, but as alive and real as the trees,” a light high-pitched voice replied and Vegeta’s eyes shot open. Vegeta’s breath caught in his throat and his heart felt as if it would burst from his chest. All he could do was embrace the vision before his eyes. “It is you, mi amore! Oh I can’t believe it after all these years! Ceraina,” was all his tight throat would allow him to utter. “Momma! Poppa!” a tiny voice screamed which served to sever the emotional reunion. Vegeta looked down and again his breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened as his eyes met the unbelievable. “Ceraina, there’s a little me beside you!” Vegeta stammered and knew that he had sounded like Kakarrot when that idiot had seen Goten for the first time when the boy was age seven. Ceraina smiled, bent down and lifted the tiny vision of her prince into her arms. “Vegeta, my prince, say hello to your son, Endive,” she introduced and the boy held his arms out to the prince. “M-my son. My son and he’s a Saiyan, full blood!” Vegeta took the boy in his arms and hoisted him into the sky and the tyke squealed his happiness. “I never knew. Was… “No, my prince, he wasn’t. It was my step- mother, the old battleaxe. When she found out that I had gotten with offspring and you were not around, she worried over her good reputation and had Uncle Emanu reassign us to the farthest reaches of the Universe. I’m sorry it’s taken so long for us to return, but I had enrolled in college on the planet and wanted to complete it so that I could travel with you on your intergalactic missions as your queen,” she sighed. She fingered their son’s tail with one hand and her prince’s with the other. Then she pulled back slightly from Vegeta and smiled. “You didn’t, did you? After all this time of teasing one another, you two finally made the bond! Congratulation, my one!” Her beautiful face had exploded with a light unlike that of the Super Saiyan. It was the light that beamed from a female who had fully accepted an open male such as he was. “You… But off course, you have four brothers! Thank you, mi amore. I love you!” Vegeta sighed and took her lips with his own. “Romaine and Anaise, my younger brothers had just entered their stages and Tormataeo and Collyard are still open but then they remained here on Earth with their Earth-jin mates. I don’t like those Earth-jin things. They’re not beautiful and their mating is coarse at best,” Cerina screwed her tiny turned up nose in disgust. “I know, my one, but your brothers are sons of Saiya and they have a home here if they desire,” the prince nodded. “Come, my one, I’ve so much to show you! A lot of things have changed since you left,” he smiled, hoisted their son into his hair, put his arm around Ceraina’s waist and led her on a tour of the camp. Vegeta had beckoned for Goku to accompany them and that Saiyan complied. As Goku watched this particular pair, he smiled. There was no tightening in his stomach around Ceraina as there was around Lissa, but then, Kakarrot knew Ceraina, she was a humble third class warrior’s offspring and had more sense than Lissa any given day. Just then, the three were approached by Goku’s two sons and Trunks Vegeta and the latter young man gasped in shocked/surprise. “O Outusan is… isn’t this Mr. Humizu’s nice?” the young prince asked as he regarded Ceraina who nodded her head and offered her hand to the young prince. Trageta took her hand and kissed it in greeting then bowed to her. “How nice to see you again, my young prince. You’re as handsome as your Outusan. Your hair, wasn’t it some sort of purple shade?” she asked as she regarded the dark black of Trunks’ head. “I wish he’d wash the dye out. It’s the original color that attracted me to him in the first place, other than that we grew up together,” Goten lamented. “Cheer up, Gotenmi, I think he just wanted to be accepted by the horde of Saiyans gathered. Some still cling to the old ways and I think the young prince sensed that. Your prince may not have told you this, but on Vegetasei, anyone whose hair was not brown, black nor red were put to death,” Ceraina said. “I wouldn’t want that,” Goten responded but then understood why his own passion had felt he had to dye his beautiful head of hair. “No you wouldn’t. So, out of this rabble have either of you found your female counterparts?” Ceraina asked the young men who nodded. “By the way, my prince, where are my sisters? Did any of our female populace survive?” she asked as she turned to the elder Prince Vegeta. The prince had been lost in a fog as he marveled at
how she took charge. It was settled: he would complete what he had
begun with her and release the other from the constrictions of the
mateship. They bowed and replied, “Yes, your highness, we have. Celerion said that some of the little ones could be released as early as this afternoon,” Gohan responded. “May I say, your highness, that the infant prince is a splendid specimen of Saiyan blood.” “ My thanks, captain. I hope my princess likes our new addition,” the prince said in a near whisper and Trunks looked up and found a little vision of his dad hanging in his hair. The young prince reached for the tyke who nearly flew into his arms. “Vegeta!” the little Saiyan prince pointed to Trunks then pointed to himself, “Endive,” he nodded by way of introducing himself. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, young sir. Would you like to go spar with my friends and I and perhaps the boys who did not go on the last mission off planet?” Mirai Vegeta asked the tyke who turned to wave to his parents. “You be careful, chibi, on this planet, you’re much stronger than they are, “ Cerina cautioned her infant son who nodded. “Yes, momma, bye, poppa!” the boy said and the elder prince could only stare, his mouth hung open in surprise then he looked at the mother. “Stronger than we are?” he exclaimed. Why had he not sensed it? He knew that her power reading was off the scale, but their son? Ceraina smiled and touched his angular face then she touched her lips to his. “Igthar-9, the planet he was born on had a gravity 300x this planet’s. I trained him when he took his first step. Now it’s Outusan’s turn,” the young minx winked at her mate. Ceraina smiled for she knew him well. “And your point is, my prince amore?” “No doubt he’s strong, but 300x gravity is nothing. His elder brother trains in 600x gravity along with Goten and their mates. Kakarrot and I have gone as high as 1000x easy. Has he gone super as yet?” Vegeta asked as he struck his familiar arrogant pose and threw his head in the air. “Yes, my prince, he has just before we entered this solar system. We were sparring aboard ship and in 300 gravity when he rushed at me and burst into flame. He is a Super Saiyan, my prince and will not disappoint my lord. Shall we do the same, prince ami?” Ceraina invited, her voice held the quality of a purr. The prince had to bite down on the sensation that sound caused in his being. Never in the months that he’d been around Lissa had he been rendered so weak by just her presence but with Ceraina, that always happened to him, even when he was a chimp. He was fighting a losing battle now with parts of himself. If he and Kakarrot had not had one another so often that morning and the very vision of Saiyan beauty who ever actually caused the ground to tremble under his feet, standing in front of him, he’d be in better control of himself. As it was the two of them in the same area as he himself, was proving to be a deadly mix. Shaking off the effect of his siren, he led her to the largest gravity trainer- there were ten trainers on the palace grounds and a gravity gymnasium the prince had designed and had built so that many warriors could train and spar at once. ‘Kakarrot, go check on the females if you will. We’ll spar when I’m ready,’ the prince requested of the commander via his mental voice. Goku left the area and went to the healing center to see about the females and the children who had gone on the mission with the Elite forces. “Grandpa!” “Uncle Kakarrot! Hi. Look, we’re all better!” a pair of tiny voices sounded. Goku turned and saw that many of the females stood around and they had indeed been fully restored. That stop over on Namek proved a great benefit. His eyes sought out one female in particular and his heart seamed to stand still when he saw her. She stood straight and proud like her brother and her beauty was ethereal, comparable only to the vision the prince now had by his side. She looked over at him and seemed to float to his proximity; embrace him and their lips met in the deep kiss of two perfectly mated souls. “Welcome back, my princess,” he spoke as he kissed the tip of her nose. “It’s great to be back, my one. Or shall I say, my brother?” she purred with a bright smile on her face. Goku looked and gasped. He had just seen that glow… on Ceraina! Could it be that the female mates could tell when their males had bonded to their own pre- destined? Ceraina glowed with nearly the same intensity as if she had transformed into a Super Saiyan but different somehow, now he saw the same glow emit from his female passion. “Y-you know?” was all Goku could stammer and she nodded. “I can taste him as well as smell his scent, mi amore. I am very happy for the two of us,” the princess smiled. “And what is that glow for, miss princess, or need I guess?” it was the queen’s voice. “Oh, momma, it’s happened! It’s really happened! Kakarrot and Vegeta, momma!” Kayla hugged her mate tightly to her being. “Well, I thought we had already ascertained that they had done so on their return trip from Ispan-12,” Sunrissa said as she studied her daughter and the girl’s mate, then she smiled and sniffed. “Kakarrot, you’ve gone to the next level, haven’t you?” she asked. “What do you mean, your majesty?” Goku asked. “Your bond has transcended to the hunt and acceptance level, am I correct?” “Well, he did hunt this morning and I took it so we could prepare it. Have I disgraced our race further, my lady, by accepting his offer?” Goku looked down in dismay. Sunrissa shook her head. “No, son, you and his highness have completed a stage that only a few males have even dared to encounter. Your sons have reached that level and remained. The open male of our race is the only one who remains wholly male even after the male brother bond. My congratulations to you and his highness,” the queen smiled. The entire conversation had been hushed whispers to keep such a subject private except for the one other female who had accepted the fact that the prince and commander had been destined to be together. She smiled and whispered to her friend, Goku’s granddaughter, Pan that her daddy, the prince, and the commander had now become closer than real blood brothers. The two were now one but not like Kayla and Kakarrot. The scent had invaded her olfactory system the second he walked into the recovery room. How dare he! How dare this son of a third class nobody destroy the prince who had chosen her to be his mate. Ever since the planet jaunts and her finding out that this low life son of a dog had been the one to share his energy with the prince, she loathed him as much as she now loathed the prince for what he was. Had she known the males of her race developed such a thing to receive from one of their own gender, she never would have gone with him to train that sorry excuse for a sister of his nor would she have accepted him as her lifemate. Why had she not felt the opening when they mated? She had caressed every inch of his being but had not discovered that deformity. No matter, now, she would request to be released from him. Having been with him for so many months in deep space had driven her to the brink of insanity. Even though she could sense that the commander had done something to Vegeta to distance them from one another, she would catch the two of them exchange glances on occasion. It turned her stomach to think that she would be sharing him with one of his own gender. She would not go through with it. Besides, the two of them had only been in the preliminary stages of the mateship, in the first place. Then a thought hit her from back when they were chimps. It was not long after he had chosen her as a trainer for the princess that he wished to test her himself. He was a bully and expected her to be around whenever he wanted to spar, which she did one time and learned her lesson. She never fought with him again. The truth was that she ran and hid whenever he would be anywhere in her proximity. After a time, he had left her alone until the day the king had summoned him. Vegeta told her that he was going away and that when he had chosen her to be Kayla’s trainer, he had also chosen her to be his lifemate. At the time, he was the hope that kept her alive during the years following the destruction. Now, it had all crumbled away. She would have to discuss things with her dad, stepmother and uncle to make a firm decision. Taking a deep breath, she approached Sunrissa, Kayla and the male that turned her stomach. “Oh, Lissa! Welcome back. Might I suggest, my ladies, that you freshen up then begin training to regain your strength.” Goku suggested. “Who are you to tell us Elites what we’re to do? The only reason you’re anybody is because miss princess here chose you as her lifemate, though I can’t understand why, with all the higher-ranking males available. Look at you, you pathetic excuse for a Saiyan warrior, not even fit to lick my boots, you disgrace to creation!” Lissa shot, her tone full of the snobbery of the Elite forces. Goku felt both hurt and anger at her words and had to nearly sit on his hands to keep from belting the smug little witch. Suddenly, Lissa went flying through a window then Kayla took off behind her. Those beings still in the recovery room gathered around the whole that Lissa’s body had created, to watch the princess in action. Kayla dominated the battle, then finished it by sending Lissa crashing into the ground. The impact was so strong that it was felt even inside occupied gravity trainers, which emptied out almost immediately. “What’s going on here?” the prince snarled, angered at having his mating match interrupted, Ceraina behind him as were his eldest son and their infant son. Then the prince looked around and saw that the majority of the females had recovered fully and had left the tanks. “Daddy!” a tiny voice cried and the prince was then knocked to the ground. “Hi, daddy, I missed you. Who’s she?” Vegeta’s little princess asked as she scanned the crowd and saw a face she did not know. Vegeta took hold of his daughter and got up off the ground with Kakarrot’s assistance. “First, let daddy say, welcome back, my princess. Second, this lovely lady used to baby sit for you and Vegeta when daddy had to go off on blast assignments he couldn’t take her on,” the elder prince tried to jog the girl’s excellent memory. Cilvi’s black angular eyebrows knit in thought and she studied Ceraina with close eyes, then a smile it her face. Holding her arms out, she nearly flew into Ceraina’s embrace. “Mommarina, oh, momma, you’re back!” she exclaimed. Ceraina could not stop the tears that slid down her cheeks. “I was afraid you had forgotten me, little one. It’s good to see you again. Look, I brought you a present,” Ceraina turned with Cilvi to face young Vegeta. “He looks like my daddy! Why?” the female tyke asked. “Because, my little fireball, he’s your daddy’s son,” Vegeta, the elder prince replied. “His name is Endive. He’s your brother, the same as Vegeta.” Cilvi’s face fell and she began to cry. The elder prince took his precious one, sat on the ground and held her tight. “Hey, hey. You’re my big girl. You don’t cry.” “But he’s a full blood Saiyan! Geta and I are half-breeds. That means you won’t love us anymore,” the baby fretted and Vegeta held her tighter. “Oh, chimp, no, it doesn’t work like that. You are all three my children just not of the same momma. I could never love you and Geta any less than I have since your births. You are my first two. Vegeta is my prince and heir to the throne and you will always be my princess, besides, I’m gonna need some help with Endive, see, his mom says he’s more powerful than we are. Why don’t you take him and go spar. Take Pan with you,” Vegeta said by way of reverse psychology. “Stronger than me? No way! C’mon, little brother, let’s see what you’ve got,” and with that the two youngest members of the Vegeta clan went off to spar. “One crisis down,” the prince smiled. He rose to greet his mother and sister then he introduced them to Ceraina. His heart was in his ears as the ruling females sized up his new mate, then a smile lit Kayla’s face. “I knew you two would somehow become lifemates. Vegeta only gave things to people who were very dear to him. Welcome, my sister,” Kayla moved and embraced Ceraina. “How did you know about the two of them?” Sunrissa asked her children. The two exchanged guilty looks then shrugged. It was in the past and Vegetasei was long dead. Any one who would kill them was also long deceased. “I took Kayla with me one day when I sneaked out to go visit Ceraina after I nearly sent her to a new dimension. I knew she was third class but her power was incredible! I wanted her after the first fight we had together but I knew the rules governing our stations, so I saw her secretly. I sparred with Kayla’s trainer one time and that’s all it took for me to realize that she was a chicken weakling! She always ran and hid whenever I was around, so I didn’t pursue anything further than for appearance sake. I never loved Lissa, not like I thought. Oh, yeah, there was something there but nothing that could shake me to the core of my being the way just thinking about Ceraina could do, but I locked all that away. She would have been killed had anyone discovered we were seeing one another. After that first bout, that’s when I asked Vegeta Ou to enroll me into the center so that I could both spar with Ceraina and see her on a daily basis,” Vegeta explained then bowed to his mother. “Kill me if you must, my queen for the shame I have brought upon the royal house by choosing of the lower class, but I have always loved Miss Humizu and I always will.” “Rise, Ichimi. Come. I wondered if you ever saw your own mistake. It was no accident that I arranged for Ceraina to be kept on planet and not shipped away. As with Kakarrot, I knew she had a power level that could supply six planets with energy but I told her parents that in order to keep her true power hidden from the scouter, she needed a chi dampener set on low level. They agreed. I saw your bout with Lissa and recognized that she was first class with no power. When I heard you complain, I approached your Outusan with the idea of placing you in the training center to give you more of a challenge. When you asked him, he was ready to agree. It was no accident the two of you joined up. You both had very high power levels and I knew it would have to be secret. I convinced you to make a go with Lissa for appearance sake and had talked her into accepting your offer to be your lifemate. “I knew where your heart was, and I knew the day you had picked the choicest berrycynths in the garden. Everything was working well until Vegeta Ou changed your guard from Angelair to Nappa. You have chosen well, my son, for both your mates,” the queen hugged her son then turned and hugged Ceraina. Following that, she went to hug Kayla and Kakarrot. “Chin up, Kakarrot, your queen was not as ruthless as your king and your present king is near my clone. Don’t take what that little low life first class female said to heart. From having seen you in action and the way both my children interact with you, I wouldn’t want any other Saiyan as lifemate for my only daughter and brother bondsman for Ichimi.” Just then a low moan was heard and the crowd turned to locate the source. Ceraina’s eyes widened when she saw the being that rose from the crater. “What’s she doing here, Vegeta?” the girl stood in exact imitation of the prince who stood behind her yet her heart was in the spikes of her shoulder length black hair. “I brought her here, Ceraina. Had I known that you and my brother had been together, I never would have made the wish for her to come to this planet, but I was only trying to help my brother” Kayla explained. Vegeta put a hand on Ceraina’s shoulder. “Celerion told me, one night, that Kakarrot had been born with a higher power level than I had been. I freaked. I thought that I was the ultimate but I wasn’t. Kakarrot’s always been. He landed on this planet, lost the memory of why he had been sent, became one of the locals and defended this place even from me. I realized that I would never attain his level and with my price being what is was, I decided to attempt the warrior’s death and take my own life. Perhaps it was being without a mate that drove me to commit such an act, but I didn’t care. I was also shocked at seeing so many of our people gathered in one place and alive. I felt I had to live up to the image of Vegeta Ou and at that, I had failed miserably. Kayla thought that if the one I had chosen were present that she would be able to ease my pain and I wouldn’t be tempted to take my life again. “I had been told that every one that belonged to me had been obliterated by that white devil Frieza. I had no idea that Vegeta Ou had saved any of our people until just a few months ago. Believe me when I say that she never meant anything to me. Oh, I admit I had felt something for her but it paled the second I remembered you, my one. Besides, whatever we were intending had been snafued when a few warriors and myself had returned from a planet raid and my energy had been severely drained. We had run out of the items that we used to restore our energy, so I asked Kakarrot to share his energy with me by joining with me ” the prince explained and she smiled back and nodded. “Lissa found out and rejected me when I looked to her for help. After that, our relationship had become very unstable, more than it had been at its start. Plus she had been attacked and forced by and Icejin before she was full ready to breed and she had given birth. We all know what happens to our females once they’ve been forced. They can never breed to for another. She is of no use to me and I do nothing if there is nothing for me to gain from it. Okay, my princess?” Vegeta smiled, touched a hand to the side of her face and went to kiss her when he pushed her to the ground. The couple felt something zoom by them that held the suction of a tornado vortex and would have taken lesser beings away from the physical dimension. Vegeta looked up and saw the trail of a ki blast as the blast itself headed into open space. He looked around to locate the source and found an angry Parlissa Saturna, heaving and engulfed in the flame of the Super Saiyan. “Lissa, have you lost your mind, girl! How dare you blast His Highness outside of battle!” it was Fuyung’s voice. Vegeta got up and aided his elder princess then cut a glance at Fuyung that made that being hit the ground in a deep bow. “Fuyung, take her home,” the prince said in a voice like frozen marble. Just then, Ceraina went flying into the air so fast that neither had time to react. Lissa took off flying as fast as she could after her victim. “Momma!” it was little Endive. He burst into the air after his mother. At the same time, Vegeta’s numb mind had registered the situation and he burst into SSJ then took off at warp speed to intercept. En route, he grabbed the infant then seemingly flew through Parlissa to grab Ceraina in his other arm. “I’ve got you, Rainami! Hold on!” the prince exclaimed then banked a wide U-turn to return to the castle. Setting his charges down, he turned enraged black eyes to the dot in the sky, however when he moved to fly after it, he felt a gust of air whip past his being that nearly took him off the ground. When he looked up, he saw his baby sister in full battle with Parlissa. “I’ve never seen her this charged before. What happened?” the prince asked nearly under his breath. “Parlissa insulted me,” it was Goku who responded. Vegeta’s head whipped up and their black eyes locked onto one another’s. Gritting his teeth to the point of cracking, he roared, “SHE WHAT? No one insults nor kills Kakarrot while I’m around! She will be severely punished for what she has just done to the two of you!” “Vegeta, no! She’s my daughter and your lifemate! How can you punish that which is part of you?” Fuyung asked in a surprise tone. Vegeta looked at Captain Saturna with hard ebony eyes and replied in a tone colder than the hand of death, “She is not part of me! I release her from the constraints of the mateship!” and with that the prince picked up Cilvanti, Ceraina picked up Endive and the clan Vegeta turned their back on ensuing battle. Kakarrot followed but kept his mind’s eye on his female mate. ~ * ~ |
