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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! OOCNESS! FLUFFINESS! SAP! SHOUNEN AI! YAOI! DISCALIMER: I OWN NOTHING RELATED TO DBZ, YYH, COWBOY BEBOP OR PKMN. THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTED CREATORS AND PRODUCTION STUDIOS.
AND NOW THE FUN STARTS Once everyone had been admitted to the park, 17, Serena and their eight elder children moved to join the Saiya-jin. The Rockarians and Tsurians wisely stayed their distance as Zarbon had no plans on leaving the physical dimension since he and his mate had made up, however… “Trigon! Joreesa, hi! I’m surprised to see you guys again so soon. Notice anything different?” Cilvanti waved her dark brown, smooth furred tail in the air. “You dyed your hair and tail again, so? Before we went to Espion- 5 your hair was black, but then your tail was blue!” Trigon, Zarbon’s young son, retorted then phased behind Cilvanti and yanked her tail. “You should know better than to wave this thing about, it can cause intense pain when pulled!” the blue skinned young prince snarled as he pulled harder and twisted the appendage around his hand. Cilvi fought tears but lost, however, the grasp on her tail suddenly disappeared and a shriek was heard. “No one pulls Cilvi’s tail but me and even I know my limit! Keep your filthy blue hands off royal property or this day will end in blood!” a small voice hissed. Trigon looked up from the ground and saw a small golden figure that could have been Prince Vegeta as a child. The little Tsurian’s heart slammed into his chest as he noted the figure’s index finger pointed at his chest and a yellow ball lit the digit ready for release. Sensing danger, Vegeta phased in behind his son and lifted him off the other prince. “What d’ya think you’re doing, my prince?” the elder Saiyan prince asked as he held both his son and daughter. “He yanked my tail daddy,” Cilvanti hissed. “And what did you do to cause him to yank your tail?” Vegeta gave his daughter a hard look. “Did you have it wrapped around your waist like you’re supposed to?” the prince asked, his voice less than pleased. Cilvi hung her head as she shook her head. “I wanted to show them that I was a full Saiyan, so I waved my tail,” the young princess sniffed. “Never wave your tail about, brat! It is our weakness and enemies love to exploit that fact! Now, wrap it around your waist and don’t do that again! They don’t care that you’re a full-blood Saiyan now! Endive, apologize and let’s enjoy our stay here,” the prince admonished his chimps who bowed and apologized with a bow to the young Tsurian prince, then the royal family stood to further enter the park after Vegeta nodded in apology to the elder Tsurian prince. “Hey, love, there’s the MAC machine!” Kakarrot pointed to a grey box that had a long line in front of it. The prince shook his head then turned and noticed that not far away was a branch of the bank he dealt with on the premises. Saying a silent ‘thank you’ to the God of the universe, the prince made his way to the bank where he made his transaction in less time than it would have taken for the MAC machine line to begin moving. After withdrawing a paltry Y1, 500, 000, the prince rejoined his family and guests then located the nearest eatery, which was a full restaurant. The wait staff in the restaurant was preparing for a boring day, as their eatery never brought in a great many persons. Well, why should it? The cuisine they served would make a human gag. The restaurant manager stood looking over the park guests who filed by the window when he noted a large group of spike haired beings approaching the establishment. Vegeta led the crowd of Saiya-jin to the eatery then stopped, turned and looked at his human guests, which included Bulma and Yamcha, her two friends and her sister-in-law and a bunch of snotty nosed human offspring, much to Vegeta’s dismay. The prince pulled his wallet from his bodysuit pocket and pulled out a number of bills. “Kurama, take your friends to a human eatery, this one’s for aliens,” the prince smirked as the youth took the money. “I-thank you, sir. Where shall we meet you?” the boy asked as he and his friends as well as the other humans left the Saiya-jin. “We’ll find you. We can lock onto either that one or Krillin’s chi sigs and be there in a heartbeat just stay with them if you wanna hang-” “Tousan, Goten and I aren’t hungry now, so, we’ll go with Kurama and Hiei, square?” Trageta nodded to the prince who nodded in agreement. Kurama handed Trageta the money the prince had just handed to him and the young demi-Saiya-jin and their offspring took off with the humans. “Shall we proceed before Kakarrot eats me alive?” the prince quipped as the Saiya-jin and those children who were left entered the establishment. Kakarrot had been nibbling on his mate’s neck and holding him from behind. The manager, who had been watching the large crowd, gasped in recognition when he caught sight of the crowd and his eyes widened in fear as he approached the group. The second he stood in front of them, he hit the floor in a bow. “Have mercy on me, Ouji-sama, I am but a humble man trying to make a living!” the manager said in a language none had ever heard. It sounded like a cross between Old French and Old Latin. “What are you babbling of, old man, I-“ Vegeta stopped short in his response as he looked at the bowing alien. “Ikannosh?” the prince asked with uncertainty. The manager hesitantly looked up from his position, cast a quick glance at the prince then diverted his eyes again. “Please, Master Vegeta, Master Raditz… NO!” the alien cried. “Ikannosh, you recognize us, don’t you? Stand,” the prince commanded gently as he assisted the pale green skinned, plum haired humanoid alien to a standing position. “I won’t hurt you and I’m sorry I ever did. Please, my family and I have come to grace your establishment and sample that unique cuisine your people were famous for, even if it was one another,” the prince smirked speaking in the tongue of the manager. “Yes, sire, please, fill my place! We will have food an drink for you all in one moment!” the manager seemingly leaped for joy as he commanded his staff to empty out the kitchen for his guests. “This is a great place, Vegeta, how did you know about it?” Kakarrot asked as the two found seating in a private booth table-they sat on the same side. Teresahan, Cilvanti and Endive sat on the opposite. “If I said it was on the map, would you believe me? Actually, I didn’t know about it until I caught sight of the manager in the window and I felt a sense of familiarity, plus the place looked as if it could use some business. I haven’t seen too many Mnibora-jin on Earth,” Vegeta lay his head against his mate’s shoulder. Raditz, his mate and kids were seated with Kale, his mate and kids at a large table near where their brothers were sitting. “How did he know us, Vegeta?” Raditz asked as he picked up the menu to look over the choices. “What the hell kinda writing is this?” the big warrior exclaimed as several waiters and waitresses began to bring heavy-laden serving trays. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember one of my favorite servants to harass on Vegetasei? Whenever I approved of his cooking, I blasted him for good measure. When I disapproved, I’d leave him alone but I’d torture him when he was instructing me in his language,” Vegeta informed his elder brother. The prince’s tone one of snobbish aloofness. “But you blasted and tortured all the serving staff, Ichison!” the extra large warrior shook his head and laughed, the tone of his voice exactly like his younger brother’s. Ikannosh, the manager, returned to see to his guests and began conversing with the prince, who told him all he wished to know and Vegeta found out about the manager. From the manager, Vegeta found out that the king had sent off both his family and him so that their race could be preserved. Frieza had blown a whole in that hunk of rock before he turned his sights on Vegetasei. Nonetheless, Vegeta informed the manager of the revival of his race and that they were now one of the prince’s allies, then the Saiyan prince promised that, before he left the planet, that he would install a means of communication between this world, Kale and Mnibora-3. Soon the Saiyan clans settled down to continue their meal when Vegeta stopped and sniffed the air. Gingerly sliding form the booth, Vegeta searched the restaurant with the quickness of light as he used instant movement, however, the prince paused when he neared the kitchen where he not only detected the smell of smoke but also the smell of gas. The prince had to bite down on a scream when he felt something touch his shoulder. “Whoa, whoa, easy, honey, it’s just me! Is the food not good? I mean, it’s not really like you to abandon-” Vegeta clamped a small hand over the talkative large Saiyan’s mouth. “Quiet, you knit! Take a sniff!” the prince commanded as he removed his hand from his mate’s mouth. Kakarrot did so. “Smoke? Gas, also,” the large Saiyan noted. “As calmly as you can, love, get our people out of here and I’ll let Ikannosh know and help him get his own. We want to avoid a panic, but our people hardly ever panic much over anything. Well, we try not to show such a weakness, anyway. Get on and I’ll handle the rest,” Vegeta nodded. Kakarrot leaned and captured his mate’s lips with his own. “I love you, runt. Be careful,” the bigger Saiyan nodded and fingered his prince’s hair. Vegeta bit his bottom lip then responded, “I love you, too, you big idiot and I will be careful. Now, go, I don’t know much time we have,” the prince said and the two separated after a tail caress. Vegeta went to the manger, “Ikannosh, gather your people. I scent the odor of smoke about and that’s not a good sign,” he stated and the manager moved to gather his people. Once the Mniborans had been gathered in once place, Vegeta used the IT to relocate the entire group outside the eatery as did Kakarrot, Collyard and Tormataeo to relocate the Saiya-jin who did not know the move to the outside, however… “Eenmay? Eenmay! Ouji-sama, my wife is in the cooler! She went therein to fetch something special for you, Vegeta-san. Please, get her, she means the universe to me and I would die without her!” Ikannosh fought a wave of panic and hurt, as his race was just as sensitive to the loss of their mate as the Saiya-jin themselves were. “I’ll get her, my friend, don’t fret,” the prince assured and moved to re-enter the eatery. Kakarrot watched his beloved as he headed back to inside and bristled as if he had just had a premonition of danger if his prince went back in. “Vegeta, NO!” Kakarrot ground out as he flew into his mate and tackled him to the side just as the restaurant exploded into a raging inferno. “Kakarrot, get off me this instant, I command it! What’re you doing? His mate was still inside there and if I don’t get her out soon-” “Eenmay! Oh, love, you remembered!” Ikannosh exclaimed and drew the others’ attention. Mouths hung open in disbelief as a watery globe floated through the flames with a figure encased within its confines. The bubble popped and a lovely fragile looking female floated to the ground. In her arms, she cradled a beautifully decorated sheet cake that was unscathed. Ikannosh took the cake from his mate and then the two located the Ouji. Vegeta had been stunned when his mate had shoved into him, however, when he heard the eatery explode, in front of him, he was thankful, but Vegeta being Vegeta had to have his say in the matter. “You insignificant, low-class, shit for brain dead third class moron! How dare you touch me in such a familiar manner take those filthy hands from my being this second before I make you eat chi!” the prince snarled. Kakarrot was so stunned at his mate’s outburst that he leapt off the lush cushion his love provided and disappeared before anyone could register his ever having been present. “Kaka-…Oh, shit and nonsense! Now I have to go look for him!” the prince snarled to himself as he noted the approach of the Mniboran couple. Throwing his hands up in surrender, Vegeta turned to his old servants and spied the confection of sugary temptation. Involuntarily, his mouth began to leak moisture and he panted with not only want but also the visions of one emotionally distraught large size Saiyan he had yet to locate. Reading the inscription on the smooth chocolate and vanilla surface, the prince fought tears as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “Ouji-san, no need to hide yourself, we watched you earlier with the other large Saiyan. He has you about his finger and can melt you with just a look,” the pale green male alien smiled in a knowing fashion. Sobering, the prince’s mouth hung open in surprise, “You dare!” he snarled, then hung his head as the truth hit. “It is true, old friend. He has conquered the unconquerable, slain the unslayable, touched the untouchable and melted the unmeltable. He has captured and claimed me as his as I have him and I never want to be set free. Listen to me, I sound like a love-sick loon! Ikannosh, Eenmay, thank you both for everything. Oh, here, for lunch,” Vegeta took out his wallet and began to dig for the amount to cover his clans’ lunches. “My prince, it is not necessary,” Ikannosh shook his head. “Is my money not good enough for you? From what I could see, you could benefit from it. The rebuilding alone could set you back for years!” the prince mentioned. “I appreciate, my lord, truly, but truth is, I have been in the red for years and the park has been wanting us to vacate. There is only a handful of Mnibora-jin on this planet and they visit very sparingly. I am tired of struggling. Truth to tell, I am tired of living on a planet where my difference is obvious and my children are beaten because of their look and speech. I long to be with my own people. Maybe this happened just for that reason,” Ikannosh turned to the inferno. The fire had drawn the attention of several passers by among whom were several trainers of water element Pokemon. The trainers had released their creatures from their red and white balls and ordered them to extinguish the fire. The humans, demi-Saiya-jin Kurama and Hiei that had left the Saiyan clans all but flew back to where they had parted ways not long after the explosion had occurred. “ ‘Tousan!” Trunks and Goten yelled when they neared the others. The prince turned and nodded. “It’s all right, no one was hurt except maybe your clown Outusan’s pride when I yelled at him. He should have known that a little spark like that would barely leave a scratch upon this frame at the level I am presently at. Still thinking like a weak human. Let him sulk. Eenmay, have you a place to store this?” the prince asked, indicating the cake and the alien female nodded. “I will fetch it before we quit the park. And you, sir, I refuse to hear no out of you. Take this and rebuild or relocate. If you wish, I can take you to the Mnibora’s new home when you have squared your affairs with the park officials. Here, this is my cell phone, scouter frequency and home phone. Don’t hesitate to call and let me know how I may assist you. Thank you again, my old friend, we’ll meet again,” Vegeta smiled a genuine smile. Those who had been watching the exchange and who had known the prince as a hard cold being were floored when they saw the radiance the smile caused to shine from the prince. Bulma was struck speechless. She had seen him smile so rarely and never directly at her. However, once the prince turned from shaking hands with the Mniboran, the sunshine that lit his face faded. Two children as tall as his thigh and a lovely female who could have been Kakarrot with in a female body moved to his side and the smile returned in all it’s brightness. Hoisting the tots onto his shoulders, the prince related to the crowd something the Earth-jin could not understand but did once they saw the Saiya-jin move off. Trunks and Goten walked with the gorgeous fire headed young male with emerald eyes and his black haired, ruby-eyed companion. Seeing the four together was a treat for the eyes, as was seeing the Saiyan male population that were in attendance. As the crowd went on touring the park, passersby gawked and crooned, saying things like, ‘Oh, poppa, come to momma!’ Or, ‘Honey, you belong on my arm!’ all of which the walking models of male perfection ignored or paid little heed to until… “Please, stop, I’m telling you for the hundredth time I did not attack your kid, he attacked me! I would never lay a hand on a minor! Why don’t you leave-AAGGGHHHH!” “Listen, you freak of nature fag boy, it’s your kind that’ s bringing down the morals of our kids and of decent society! I’ll have your job for this! Our Jeffery was a good straight boy until you molested him to get your sick kicks! If we had of known that Meiou Senior High had prissy punks like you as instructors, we’d have removed our son! How dare you do such a foul thing!” an angry voice snarled with enough venom to make a Vincentean cringe. “But I didn’t do anything to any of your sons! I have someone of my own who more-” “Shut up! Boys, nail this girlie boy to the wall! We’ll show him he can’t just shove what he doesn’t have into places it doesn’t belong!” an angry voice snarled with enough venom to make a Vincentean cringe. <A/N: The slurs and viciousness contained within this chapter are used to illustrate the narrow mentality of homophobes, no offense is directed to those of the lifestyle). "But I didn't do anything to any of your sons! I have someone of my own who more-" "Shut up! Boys, nail this fe-male to the wall! We'll show 'her' that 'she' can't just shove what 'she' doesn't have into places it doesn't belong!" a second voice sounded. “No, please, this is insane! ACKKKKK!” the voice was then muffled as if something was cutting off the sound. The crowd of Saiyan and humans that had been passing stopped in the area the screaming had been originating. The humans gasped in horror as their eyes met a gang of huge males hauling a tall wiry male built like Kurama over to a wall. The thin male was beaten, bloody and barely able to hold himself upright. Peering into the alley in which the action was unfolding, Kurama, Hiei, Yuske, Kuwabara, Keiko, Yukina, Trunks, Goten, Kakarrot’s quarter bread high school aged grand chimps and Yamcha gasped in surprise and shrieked in one voice, “GRIMM!” Or “REAPER!” Not wasting a second, the youngsters who could fight jumped into the foray. Trunks and Goten grabbed hold of the largest of the assailants as Kurama, who had removed a fully bloomed rose from behind his head, lashed the stem, which transformed into a whip of several feet in length. Hiei had unsheathed a sword of impressive length and began to slash at the air. Kuwabara had also grabbed hold of another assailant and tossed him from the helpless figure while Yamcha ran in and grabbed the victim, who had lapsed into unconsciousness. “Bring him to me, weakling! I’ll get him help!” Vegeta called from outside the alley and the large human Z fighter did so. Taking the man that was much bigger than himself; the prince knelt down and cradled Gren’s head on his knees while he fished for a senzu bean. “Poor man, I wonder who he is?” Bulma asked, as she peered over Vegeta’s shoulder at the beaten figure. “The kids call him Gimm Reaper, but his name’s Genencia. Most of the PTA is afraid of him because he looks so much like a woman with a man’s voice. He’s a vicious as a snake but really sweet other times. He and I kicked around together because no one wanted either of us around,” Akannia, Kakarrot’s eldest daughter sighed. “What was this attack he claimed he was no part of?” the prince asked as he placed the tiny pit into Gren’s mouth. “Before I lost my position at Meiou High, a boy named Jeffery Wilkins had been beaten and sodomized. His parents are among the influential set and, as we all just saw, have not taken the sitch lightly. The boy hated Gren because of his obvious difference, so he pinned the blame on him, but I know Gren didn’t do it. He and I were out that night just as friends and a shoulder to cry on,” Akannia explained. "Besides, that was the night of Kurama's prom, so we were the chaperones. Trunks, Goten, and the others were all with us." The gathered crowd watched as Gren’s injuries began to knit together but he did not regain consciousness. Vegeta shook his head. “I’d better take him to Dende for healing. The closest tank is several hundred miles from here. Even though I gave him a senzu, he’s still in bad shape,” the prince noted. “I’ll take him, Vegeta. He was one of my best friends, especially after Chi-Chi took Kakarrot from me. Maybe with him I still have a chance,” Yamcha said as he knelt to take Gren then flew off in the direction of the Look Out. Shock and surprise would not even begin to describe the Saiyan prince or the blue haired genius’s reaction. They were bowled over! Vegeta because the idiot in a way admitted his own preference, Bulma, because she had just lost again. She burst into tears and Kakarrot’s eldest son, who stood beside her, took her in his arms to comfort her. “I suggest you let him go or there will be hell to pay. Some of you may be kissing King Yemma’s feet before dinner time,” Kurama spoke in soft tones, his emerald eyes glistening with danger. The gang had moved to go retrieve their victim. There were six burly assailants who turned to see who dared to disrupt their administrations. “Hey, look guys, it’s the fe-male fan club! Hahaha! You’d better put that thing away before you hurt yourself, sweetie,” one burly thug leaned over Hiei and leered into his face. “I suggest you ease on outta his face before something bad happens to you,” Yusuke remarked as he studied the short teen a little smaller than the spike haired Saiyan prince-by four inches. “So, you wanna sword fight, hey, little girl? We’ll come to poppa, honey!” the thug that faced Hiei drew his own blade. The crowd made room for the swordsmen. The larger man ran towards the teen, with the blade across his shoulder, then he brought the weapon down intended to cut the shorter man. With a move quicker than lightning, Hiei countered the attack, slicing the other’s sword in two. A dull thud sounded. “Oh, I seem to have left you unarmed, sorry. I guess I win,” Hiei’s voice was soft much like 17‘s voice in quality and tone. A shriek sounded followed by a scream. “His arm! You sliced off his arm! Oh, you’re gonna pay for that, brat!” another of the assailants charged towards Hiei, however, his approach was shortened and he fell forward. “He was told to ease on out of my koi’s face but he didn’t, so something bad did happen to him,” it was Kurama. The fire haired teen had lashed his whip towards the man that had been on the attack the ruffian had planned for Hiei. The whip barely touched the back of the man’s clothes where it sliced through and severed the man’s spine. Those on the sidelines moved in to recover the injured. Piccolo, as a Namek, knew the art of regeneration, thus reattached the arm of the man Hiei had fought so that he could be taken to a hospital. The same pertained to Kurama’s victim. “What the…! Look, you’re all the cause of the morality in this place plummeting to the basement! If it wasn’t for you, our children wouldn’t be acting contrary to the gender to which they were born!” one of six females who were present commented. “Spare us your nonsensical drivel, woman! From what I understand, such unions are as old as this planet’s history, itself. What may seem wrong in your eyes may be of the norm for others. You can’t go around converting every being to your mindset, it’s just not gonna happen!” the Saiyan prince retorted, his voice silencing any rebuff. As if a bomb had been disarmed, the fire went out of the fight, however, Kuwabara still had hold of one of the attackers who took advantage of the situation and pulled a knife on the big carrot top. However, Trageta had seen the move, phased in behind the man and wrapped his head in a tight head-lock. The man dropped the knife, loss consciousness and Trageta threw him to the ground. “Man, thanks. I promise I won’t tease Kurama and Hiei or any of the others over who they chose to be with. Besides, I kinda like living,” the large teen said in a guttural voice much like Yajarobi's-Korin's companion. At that instant, news of the battle had reached the ears of the local police force and several officers in blue surrounded the crowd. “All right, you hot heads! What’s goin’ on here?” a young female officer-her badge read ‘Jenny’-asked as she surveyed the sitch. Vegeta, always taking the helm, made a pretend study of his immaculately manicured nails and replied, “Just stopping a senseless death,” he said in a quiet voice. “I will have that fe-male killed for touching my boy in such an unholy manner!” one of the attackers-who had to be Mr. Wilkins (the boy’s sire)-snarled. “Leave Reaper alone, he didn’t do it! You wanna fight some one, fight me, I’m the one who attacked that little jackal!” a young spiked black haired youth spoke. The youth resembled Kakarrot to a degree. “Besides, your boy had attacked and trashed a new younger student because Jeffery and his cronies had deemed the newbie a fe-male.” “Corinth! M-my son? How could you do something like that? Is that why I was let go?” Akannia cried as she faced her eldest son- shock/surprise on her lovely face. “No, mother, that is not why you were let go. I attacked him at night. I was burning up, mother, and didn’t know what was going on. I had to get physical with anyone or anything I could find. He was out with his cronies and acting like the smart ass he always was. I don’t know, maybe he just looked good to me and I couldn’t stand his loud mouth any more nor that he always beat up those students he considered fe-males, so I attacked him. He was messed up very badly and I’m sorry I did it. He didn’t even taste good,” Corinth grimaced. Akannia, as well as the others, stood silent then mother lost her control and sank to the ground in tears. Vegeta, however, mused over the information then asked, “Corinth, how old are you?” The boy turned and bowed, “Sixteen, sire,” he replied. “How long have you had the need to get physical?” the prince asked, shocking those who were not already bemused. “Three years ago, I began feeling something weird down in my male area but I paid it no heed for the first few years. When I turned sixteen, I don’t know something nagged at me to kill, conquer, take and get physical. When I heard Wilkins loud mouthing about what a great fighter he was and how he was gonna mess up the pretty boys in school, I challenged him. After I beat the crap from his nose, I attacked him, bit him like an animal and forced him,” Corinth then broke down in tears. “Why did he blame Reaper?” Kurama asked, his
voice quiet. “Besides, the only time Gren ever shared his opinions and any of his views was when we were together after Goten’s grad. That’s when we found out about his significant other,” Trageta remarked. “Yeah, Yamcha. They do make a cute couple, though. So, what made you attack the Wilkins’s kid, anyway?” Yusuke asked Kakarrot’s middle grand child from the eldest daughter. “He went into heat, plain and simple,” Vegeta supplied a possible answer, arms folded across his chest. “Heat? What’s that?” Kakarrot’s eldest children and of age grand chimps gasped. “Hey, our business ain’t done! Now, if your boy attacked mine as he says, Ms. Wong, you’ll be hearing form our attorneys for full restitutions and it won’t be pretty!” Mr. Wilkins snarled. “You’ll be lucky to get a dog cleaning job in this country,” Mrs. Wilkins chimed. “How much?” the Ouji asked, his voice possessing the higher lilt of the Oujo he had been using off and on during the morning. Stunned, the wealthy Earthman and his opulent wife looked at the Ouji (o) in surprise. “What d’ya mean, how much? As if one of such low social stature can even afford one day of Jeffrey’s daily therapy for this incident,” Mr. Wilkins countered. “Tell you what, tubby, give my brother a call when you decide how much you want to milk from Ms. Wong and he’ll see it gets settled. Court can be such a trail,” the Ouji smirked as he handed the man his card then the prince turned to the police officers. “We apologize for disrupting the peace and will be on our way. Good-day all,” Vegeta nodded, bowed then lead the Saiya-jin and humans away. “So, what did you mean when you said that I had gone into heat?” Corinth asked as he walked beside the Ouji. “The intense need to get physical. All Saiya-jin experience it but the males are hardest hit. As part Saiya-jin your body at the Earth age of 13 entered what our people call ‘the in-between stage.’ It’s a sort of limbo stage when the body goes through its hormonal changes and it takes on the appearance of both genders. Come, let’s stop here, I need to tell this to all of you who are of the ages from 13-21,” Vegeta motioned for his group to sit. “Trageta, take the others into the park while I explain the stage to Kakarrot’s chimps and grand chimps,” the prince smiled to his son who nodded. Once Trageta, Goten and the other Saiya-jin had departed,
the prince sat with Kakarrot’s new brood to explain the Saiyan
facts of life and why Corinth acted as he had done. “Hey, Yamcha, whatcha got there?” a high pitched voice sounded. Yamcha looked around and gasped. “Goku…Ah! What are you doing here?” he asked as he got up to go stand by the big Saiyan. Kakarrot kicked his booted toe into the surface of the tile. “Vegeta yelled at me when I saved his life. I’m tired of his treating me like a third class nobody! I bet the king treats my dad better than his son treats me,” the large Saiyan sighed, his face dejected. “So, leave him. Come back to me, stay on Earth and we can train those beautiful kids of ours! The three of us can move into Gren’s place, Old Gohan’s place or one of our choosing,” Yamcha purred as he closed the gap between himself and Kakarrot. Once the space had been closed, the super human wrapped his arms around the Super Saiyan, caught his lips with his own and devoured him. Kakarrot found himself responding and melting into the sensations his first lover was eliciting from his strong body. “You’re far too sweet to have to put up with such treatment, lover and this bond is for life? You don’t need him, honey. Come home with Grimm and I tonight and we’ll have a real good time,” Yamcha cooed into the kiss he was evoking from Kakarrot.
“It’s recommended so, yes, but since that is nearly impossible, open males develop. All three of my brother’s are, Tormataeo, Collyard, and many males who are not on this planet, Trageta, Goten and if any of you had played with the little aperture. Its such a delicate little blemish that even if a Q-tip is inserted into the sight, it will remain open. Corinth, did you not say that you bit that boy you attacked?” Vegeta asked his adopted grandson. “Yeah, but I didn’t like his taste, like sour apples and acid,” Corinth grimaced. “Sample Saiyan blood. There’s nothing like it in the universe. You, my young ape, are on the search for a mate but the Earth-jin lose their usefulness inside a few months. We ride too hard and lovers have been known to die. Look about you at your other cousins, Tormataeo and Collyard’s of age chimps seek your mate among demi-Saiya’s best. Even a touch of Saiyan blood is like honey to the palate. Square?” the prince smirked and his students nodded. “Thank you, V-sama, I will, after this day! I will train hard to awaken my Saiyan nature. I don’t want to have anything to do with that weak Earth fighter. I remember not too long ago something called the Cell games. Grand ‘Tousan was awesome and Uncle Gohan was amazing! Tell us, Hercule never beat Cell did he?” Corinth asked as the group got up to locate the others. “Your Uncle Gohan did with your Grand ‘Tousan’s aid from Other World. That was the most amazing sight I’d ever witnessed. Kakarrot’s power surging through your uncle was breath taking! You all have that power within you and we will teach you how to awaken and control the sleeping tigers in your souls. Come, my children, we have an entire amusement place to explore and maybe even enter a few legit fights!” the prince smiled and began to lead the group further into the park. “Hey, hold up! We’re back! Hey, princess,
I found something that belongs to you but I’m not giving him
back! You broke his heart and guess who put the pieces back?”
a mocking voice sounded. “Kakarrot, what is the meaning of this?” Vegeta asked in Saiyago, holding onto his temper just by a thread. “After you yelled at me for pushing you out of harm’s way, I was upset and hurt. I went to meditate. Then Yamcha came up with Gren and we started talking. I wanted to hurt you the way you have always hurt me by humiliation, degradation and spite. I did the one thing I knew would hurt you worst than any chi blast of Kamehameha. I’ll be taking you up on that offer to stay on this planet. Kale offers me nothing and I refuse to be your whipping boy, Ouji-sama!” Kakarrot remarked; his usually light voice drenched in hatred and disgust. Purposefully, he leaned down and drew Yamcha into a deep tongue waltz. Pulling every ounce of his shattered pride around him like a blanket, Vegeta closed his eyes and nodded, then he turned away from the couple. “W-We were about to find the others, were we not. Let’s go then and be quick about it,” he nodded and led the others from the little picnic site he had set the in betweens down for their Saiyan life lesson. The group walked on then found Trageta, Goten and the others by a large Ferris Wheel. The prince held his head regally high on his perfectly squared/rounded and well-muscled shoulders. He would not lose control and he would make this a very memorable day for his kids then he would go home, hunt dinner, feast then train. “Trageta-san, your dad looks shattered, like a feather’s touch could cause him to crumble,” Goten observed his prince/‘Tousan-in-law. “I know and I sense your ‘Tousan has something to do with it,” Trageta replied as he watched his and Goten’s children board the ride. “We’ll corner him and find out what the deal is. I hate to see Ouji-sama in such a state. He’s not as able to handle his emotions like we are. Oh, if dad’s done something to cause your dad’s heart to break, I’ll personally break his face!” Goten hissed. “May I join you, nephew? But I won’t stop with my brother, I’ll break that Earth weakling who’s hanging about him this very instant!” Raditz snarled in a near whisper and the boys looked over Raditz’s shoulder. There stood Yamcha and Kakarrot, for the entire universe to see pawing and mauling one another, it was disgusting even in Saiyan standards. Raditz hissed and his nephews simply fumed. “Cilvi, Teray, you see what I do? It’s K-san with another!” Endive shrieked in a whisper as he and his sisters noted the situation from their seat on the Ferris wheel. “He belongs to daddy! He’s not to be with another! Ooh, wait till this ride is over, I’m gonna have roast super human with a side of Super Saiyan sauce!” Cilvanti heaved in anger. “I-I can’t believe Outusan would do something like this to Matusan! I thought he loved Matu?” Teray could not stop the tears from her eyes. The Ouji stood like a statue, as he over looked the fun and frolic of his race and children, the ghost of a sad smile playing about his small lips. Lips that would never again feel the burning fire from a certain large Saiyan. His small arms would never embrace that strong hard body nor fell the same velvety steel appendages of the larger one. Well, he had no one but himself to blame and he knew it. He had driven the most important being in his life away with just a few harsh words, but did the baka have to run to that half-wit? That itself was an insult to his very core and for the first time in all of Saiyan history, a member of the bond had broken a same gender bond. Closing his dark obsidian orbs the prince effectively and firmly sealed the mind link that bound him to…Goku. Vegeta grimaced as that name sounded in his head. When he addressed the clan tonight, he would eradicate the name of Kakarrot from Saiyan memory, namely his own. Kakarrot screamed as pain shot through his head and drove him to his knees. Yamcha was by his side in a flash and had a hand on his back. “Baby, are you all right?” he asked as he rubbed the big Saiyan’s back. “My head…Oh, God it hurts! Feels like someone using a Gallik gun on my skull. AAHHH!” Kakarrot grabbed his chest as if he were having a heart seizure. “Here chew this!” Yamcha handed his lover a senzu bean. “W-won’t work. I feel like I’m dying!” Kakarrot screamed. “I’ll get some help!” The large human got up and scanned the crowd. He sighed in relief when he spied Goten, Trunks, Piccolo and Gohan. “Stay here, I’ll be right back,” and with that Yamcha flew off. “Trunks, Goten, guys, Goku’s real sick and I don’t know what to do for him!” “Let that no class moron die! That’s merciful compared to what should happen to him! Kids, let’s go!” Trageta ordered, picked up his daughter and led the crowd away from the human. “What was that about, Trageta?” Kurama asked when the crowd was far enough away from the disgusting site of Yamcha and his lover. “Goku…Two timing, low class, Super Saiyan man whore!” the demi- Saiyan prince snarled but held his anger as he still had his little one. “Trageta… leave it,” the full blood prince waved the situation away as he walked with the others. “I don’t like it, Endy. I’ve seen daddy snap and it ain’t pretty,” Cilvi spoke, her voice edged as the group neared the Water Pokemon Diving arena. “Trageta, you can handle this, can’t you?” the prince asked his son who nodded. “We’ll meet you at home, ‘Tousan,” the young prince felt his gut tighten. He couldn’t bear to see his ‘Tousan in such a state and would do anything to correct it. “Send Endy and Cilvi to me when Raditz and the other Saiya-jin leave. Inform Teray that she is to take Roma and Chardonblis to Minervasei and King Aegar will raise them. When you walk the clan tonight, inform them that the name of ‘Kakarrot’ will be stricken from every lip and every memory. In short, I am declaring him a branded Saiyan male. You will do well, son. Farewell,” and with that the prince ran into a slump of trees, jumped into the air and left the park. ~ * ~ |
