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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" WARNINGS: SHOUNEN AI. YAOI. BULMA, CHICHI, HERCULE BASHING. RAPE. A/N: VEGETA’S FEMALE VOICE RESEMBLES THAT OF SINGERS BONNIE RAITT/STEVIE NICKS. XOVER WITH SONIC THE HEDGHOG AND RECROSS WITH POKEMON. MOST CHARS VERY OOC! KALEREGETSUSEI CHAPTER LII BLUE BOY STRIKES AGAIN The group materialized on LV in the common area where feasting, frolicking and fighting were going on. The group headed for the dining area and was met by Piccolo, Gohan, Goten and Trageta. “Gohan tells me you went to Other World, Kakarrot,” Piccolo stated, his arms folded and a scowl on his face. “”Went? You mean ran to hide like a bloody coward!” Raditz corrected. “I resent that! Kakarrot is no coward! He took on the likes of Majin Buu, Cell, Frieza and a host of other nasties that would send lesser fighters packing!” Piccolo defended his long time friend. “Oh, and what do you call running off to Other World because you have a mate that can appear in femme form whenever it’s needed? Not all of the prince’s allies know he’s a male. Queen Amazonia of Planet Amazonia would have killed us or made us into her slaves had we not been told by one of her own scouts that she wouldn’t see anything unless it were a female,” Raditz supplied “Kakarrot, chibi, only a handful of open males ever chose to make that level of transformation and believe me, I couldn’t have been more proud than when I saw our king enter the grand ballroom wearing a gown of *peacohen and *equeon feathers and looking like his mother. When I made the ascension, Vegeta Ou was beside himself with elation,” Bardock further explained. “Ascension? Like Super Saiyan or something?” Kakarrot gasped. “Along those lines. There are many levels of the ‘Super Saiyan’ and no one of us knows the exact number. Femme has its own power, maybe not brute strength but the male who is femme, if he is accosted… Well, let’s say I hate to be on the receiving end of the ‘Monthly Special.’ I’d seen my Ou flip on a Trowerlian soldier for making a pass at me while the king was femme and, with barely a look, that soldier was reduced to a cinder speck,” Bardock related. “Don’t underestimate femme, brother. Both the Ouji and myself learned that it’s a great secret weapon,” Raditz smirked as he tossed a handful of roasted almonds and grapes into his mouth. “You?” Kakarrot bugged. “The big idiot Nappa had to have someone to play with. Vegeta couldn’t stand that brain-dead lug. He only teases you about being brain-dead; Nappa truly is. Where is the prince, anyway?” Raditz inquired. “I’ve been out here training since we arrived for the tournament along with all these new arrivals. Vegeta knows some very strange creatures. You two are his brothers and have a bond with him, you find him. The humans flew back to the main island so the idiot could beef up for this fight. Does he know what it is?” Piccolo asked in his flat toned voice. “I doubt he knows it’s a life or death event and no holds barred. Our ‘Tousans are so tired of his long tongue; they just want to see him back up his claims. The gamblers are sure ready for that bet to be sure,” Vetarra, Vegeta’s half-human daughter remarked as she and her sibs joined the Saiya-jin and the Namek. “Are you looking for your mate, Kakarrot?” a smooth voice said from behind the large warrior. Kakarrot turned and came face to face with… “Zarbon. What are you about, freak?” “Only that your royal mate left from here in an air car with his little shadow. Vegeta was dressed to the nines and his little pal was just adorable. They went to some hotel to meet some sub-creature by the name of Sakyou or something,” Zarbon drawled. “Our ‘Tousan is not a sub-creature when he has apparitions like the Toguro gang in his employ. Our ‘Tousan could beat the snot from your nose with one hand,” Vetorro taunted the blue alien. Zarbon looked down his nose at the children of Prince Vegeta and the human male and sniffed in disgust. “Neither of you would last ten seconds in a ring with me. I watched as you trained with that dark haired human boy,” Zarbon remarked in bored tones. “Pardon me, but you spoke of the prince’s shadow, explain?” Kurama, back in his human guise, asked after he had dismissed his other offspring to mingle and train with the rest of the fighters. Zarbon looked up and his mouth dropped at a sight that caused even his heart to pound and his groin to instantly tighten. Who needed a monkey when he could have this tasty morsel on his dinner tray? Unconsciously, the blue alien began to drool at the thoughts running through his head. “Well, aren’t you a slice with a literal cherry on top? What I couldn’t do to a pretty young thing like you,” Zarbon had sauntered over to Kurama and lifted a hand to stroke the red silk. “I bet you’re even more fun than that monkey prince. I’ve never been with a sub-creature such as you but I’ll try anything once,” he drawled in his most alluring tone. “Zarbon, don’t touch him! He’s just a child, you sick bastard!” Kakarrot snarled. “Like that’s ever stopped me before!” And with that, Zarbon wrapped Kurama in a tight embrace and transmitted from all eyes. “Where is he? Where’d that blue freak go? Don’t let me have to put a bullet in his back! If he hurts one red hair on Kurama’s head, Hiei won’t be the only one to fry his blue ass!” It was Yusuke and his other friends who had witnessed the kidnapping, and the Spirit Detective was livid. “M-Maybe Hiei won’t find out,” Kuwabara, the large carrot-topped teen, fretted. “Yeah, and maybe you’ll grow a brain and become Einstein! Dammit!” Yusuke exploded.
“W-what are you going to do to me? My boyfriend is one of the three most powerful youkai in the three worlds and he’ll roast you where you stand when he finds out!” Kurama spat as he tried to regain control of himself. “I’d like to see him try,” the blue prince smirked then moved to kiss his young captive. Suddenly, Zarbon was sent flying across the room and an enraged Silver Youko rose from the bed, death tree wrapped around his arm. “You should not have threatened Shuichi in such a disgusting manner, now I will have to deal with you, vermin. My tree is very hungry and will be only too pleased for me to give the command for it to melt your bones from your body,” the silver Youko informed his captor in a low even toned voice. “Well, a changeling, even better, but I’m afraid that weak threat will not work in Living World as I am not an apparition! Take this!” Zarbon let a charge of chi fly towards the fox that knocked the silver youko into a wall behind the bed. “Enough of this! I will have you and I’ll have you now!” Zarbon erupted into his monstrous form, grabbed the stunned fox, dragged him to the same dungeon he had held Vegeta in and fastened chi suppressors about the fox. Kurama screamed as his skin burned and his energy was drained at a frightening rate. “NO! My cub needs my energy to survive, you bitch freak asshole! Let me loose!” Kurama tried to struggle. Zarbon raised his fist and slammed it into Kurama’s face. “Stop struggling! It’s pointless anyway. Every movement will drain what little energy you have left. Now, hang there like a good slave and I’ll be back!” Zarbon caressed Kurama’s injured jaw, slapped it then left.
“I thought you said you didn’t wear those and here you are in a mini-dress so tight that a human female would have to be greased to get into it!” Hiei snarled. “I didn’t expect Sakyou to gift me with this! What was I supposed to do?” The prince-in his femme appearance-paced the length of his business partner’s hotel suite. When Vegeta and Hiei had arrived to the hotel for the tourney meeting and to discuss the mechanics and details, the prince had worn the one-piece he had taken out along with the same clear slides he had worn during his concert in the club on Minerva. However, Sakyou was less than pleased and handed the prince a flat box and requested that he go change. Vegeta nearly threw the item out the window but then held it up to his body and decided to wear the item. To say it made the faux princess look good would be a gross understatement. The eyes of all that had been in the suite when Vegeta returned wearing the short, tight, black leather mini number bulged and heart rates increased in speed. “Well, if Kurama could see you, he’d beat you to death with his rose whip,” Hiei finally nodded in approval. “Or melt my body with his death tree,” Vegeta retorted, however, just then, Hiei gasped. “Kurama!” he cried. “What ails, my little one?” Vegeta asked as he moved to sit on one end of a plush covered love seat, lit a stick of ambrion and smoke it. “I-Some blue beast has my mate! He’s got him chained with some kind of youki restrainers to cut Kurama’s power off! I gotta go, Vegeta-tousan, sorry!” the fire youkai bade and the prince nodded. Hiei disappeared just as their host had returned from taking a business call. Sakyou’s blue eyes lit when he saw the prince in repose and smoking a root. Oh, how he wished he could take those lips once again with his own and taste the very smoke from the root as it mingled with Vegeta’s own natural exotic taste. Sakyou knew that Vegeta was a male with the capability to transmute into a femme looking creature while at the same time remaining completely male and the fact fascinated the high rolling young businessman to no end. Alas, even the best of alliances had to end and his feelings and desire for the Saiyan faux princess were quickly heading for that exit off the highway. The blue/black haired hunk sighed as he resigned himself to count himself lucky to have Vegeta as a business partner and for the short time they had shared together. That was until the two had declared what they had felt for their soul mates: Vegeta for Kakarrot and Sakyou for Shizuru, Kuwabara’s sister. “Where’s the little one, love?” the tall human asked as he walked up behind the prince and slid his arms around the Saiyan’s slender neck. “Something about his mate, Kurama. So, what’s the word, are the fish ready to bite?” the prince asked as Sakyou moved to sit beside him. “Lined up and ready for fleecing. Like taking cows to the slaughter,” Sakyou opened his arms and the prince shifted his position to lay within the human’s embrace. “Are you sure we can’t continue or at least have just one last fling?” Vegeta heaved a sigh. “Baby, as much as I’d love to, I can’t. The Saiyan bond is a sacred event and held in high regard. Don’t make me chose between you and my Kakarrot, you won’t like the result. So, as to the punch machine being used to gauge strength?” Vegeta asked. “Excellent suggestion and the committee agrees. Hmph, had it not been for that high-powered satellite during the Cell Games and a private channel, I never would have seen the one to whom my heart belongs after Shizuru. Does your mate know what a lucky creature he is to have you, the total package? If I were in his place, I’d let all of your little quirks slide,” Vegeta’s human friend smiled as he inhaled the fragrance of the prince’s waist length hair. “He has some idea but not a full concept of what it means for a low class royal to be the chosen of the second epitome of the race. The larger Saiyan whose hair nearly brushes the floor is so close to pounding Kakarrot into the ground to awaken his latent Saiyan nature but I’m afraid only the Supreme Kai can make such a miracle happen. Although, I do have to hand it to the boy, he has come a long way from the backwater raised Neanderthal I encountered my first time here, nearly thirty years ago. He’s divorced that banshee he’d been shackled with, took his youngest and came to live with me and mine and is slowly rediscovering who he once was sans the ruthlessness. This little misunderstanding will clear up but I’ll never stop going around femme when I need to. Allies such as the Amazonians and the Venusians wouldn’t think twice before roasting me over an open spit,” Vegeta laughed. “I’m surprised they accepted the invite to the tourney. Hey, thanks for the gifts and those Hiroseky (sp) stones! Taruquene’s probably rolling over in his grave for half the amount you gave me. Rest assured, love, everything will be put to good use. Anyway, how will we rank the fighters once we gauge their strength?” Sakyou asked as he got up to pour two drinks from his well stocked bar. “Once all the contenders have punched in their strength, we’ll use a scouter to gauge power levels. I remodeled that dilapidated piece of trash to calibrate more accurately. Their power readings will determine their positioning. Fighters with both low power and strength readings will fight in the chibi division. Wouldn’t want to insult the grand champions, now would we? Fighters with high power and low strength will follow, low power, high strength after them, then equal power, equal strength, high strength, low power after that and finally high power, low strength to follow them. I fall in the latter category, my mate falls in the equal division, although he’ll say we’re equals,” Vegeta drawled in a lazy fashion. “Sounds like a plan to me. Now, that business is settled, what say we go down to the Reesian banquet and I make them beg to be me,” Sakyou purred as he nipped at the prince’s neck. ‘Vegeta, can you hear me, Oujimi?’ a voice asked through a mind link. ‘K-Kakarrot? Where are you? Listen, I’m sorry for-‘ ‘It’s ok, love. Listen, we have a real problem here and I can’t control Hiei from going to kill someone. I hate to interrupt your evening plans, but I think he’ll listen to you. Something bad’s happening to Kurama, I know it,’ Kakarrot’s mental voice hitched. ‘Calm down, love, we’ll get him out of what ever problem there is, just let me finish up here. And Kakarrot, I love you, regardless,’ Vegeta smiled through the link. ‘I too, love. Hurry home, please,’ the large warrior’s mental voice pleaded. ‘On my way, itoshi’ the prince replied. “Sakyou, trouble, I have to go. Tell the Reesians I’ll see them at the eliminations tomorrow. Take care,” the prince got up and left the front room of the suite. After redressing in the one-piece outfit he had worn to the hotel, Vegeta I-Ted to his room in the palace to change and melted back into his homme body and donned his fighting gi. “What’s the sitch?” Vegeta asked when he reached the common area. “Vegeta-tousan! My mate’s been captured and I can’t get a fix on his youki nor can I reach him through our bond. Who would do such a thing?” Hiei was in hysterics as his sister and aunts held him tight. “Dad, Raditz, Kurama, a new set of his kits and myself all returned from Makai and that same blue alien freak bitch that had kidnapped you took advantage of Kurama,” Kakarrot explained. Vegeta saw red and his chi shot from merely uneasy to volcanic eruption in an eyeblink. “ZARBON! YOU PERVERTED BUTT FREAKIN’ DRUG USING SON OF THE SEVEN HELLS OF HADES! He’s gone too far this time. Yususke, Kuwabara, Hiei, Yukina, I need all of you, my mate and our sons. I wish Cyclops was here,” Vegeta snarled. “Right here, Ouji-san. We were on our way over to fight in the tourney anyway. Jean picked up the chibis panic. Our arm is yours,” a voice said from Vegeta’s left side. The prince turned and nodded to the X-team that had joined his group. “Vege’a, what about us?” a strong accented voice-a cross between Zarbon’s and Jeice’s-asked. Vegeta looked up to find his and Sakyou’s youkai team that was made of the members who had survived the first Dark Tournament Yusuke and his friends had been in. “Hey, my friend Sonic the Hedgehog from our home planet, Freedom could get into the tightest and most guarded of areas! He’s super fast and can check out the sitch from the inside!” a young two-tailed golden fox cub piped up as he joined the grown-ups. ‘We’ll gladly lend our assistance as well. Anyone who touches the Youko in anyway but in pleasure shall find my scythe jammed in a very uncomfortable place,” a mid-ranged male voice hissed. Hiei, who had somewhat calmed himself, looked up and noticed more beings exiting through an open portal from Reikai-Spirit World. Then he saw the Reikai prince, Koenma in his teen-aged form, as he advanced on the gathered crowd. “When I saw what happened to Kurama, I knew we’d need help. This is Koronue, Karasu most of you know. This is Caliento and Hina, Kalissa and ten other kits. They had taken refuge in Raizen’s kingdom after their souls had been purged,” Koenma stated as he joined those already gathered. “H-H-HINA!” a crowd of female voices shouted and five identical femme beings ran to another aquamarine haired female with ruby colored eyes and a winged creature by her side. “M-M-M-Mother!!” Yukina cried and ran to hug the newly arrived female ice apparition. Hiei, who had gained some composure, stood, wide-eyed in disbelief. The very woman who had cast him away as an hours old infant stood before him in living color. Suddenly, his mind recalled that horrid memory. He looked up at his mother who had been ordered to toss the forbidden one off the island and into the icy clutches of the raging river below. As she did so, she wept bitterly and just before he was pitched, he saw his mother tie one of her tear gems around his neck and that of his sister’s. He didn’t know whether to run to her or stay his ground of hatred and disgust of the very ones that had cast him off. “Don’t hold it, Hiei. I, too, was bitter towards my own ‘tousan as I was told that he had sold me off to Frieza just to save his own skin. Frieza had told me that so that he could control me. I have since forgiven Vegeta Ou for what he had to do. He had no choice but yet, he came to rescue me and died trying. Your aunts rescued you and took you to him who is now your mate. Look passed your hatred for what your mother had been forced to do. I’m sure if she had a choice, she would have jumped off the island to save you,” the middle Saiyan prince related to his adopted son. “She’s all I ever wanted, Vegeta-tousan. C-come with me since Rama-san’s not here,” Hiei requested and Vegeta nodded. “Hiei-mano! Come, mother would love to meet you and she brought your tousan with her as well!” Yukina exclaimed and grabbed her brother’s hands to all but drag him to the one who had brought the twins forth. “Mother, this is my brother, your son, Hiei!” Yukina smiled. Hina looked from hugging Lucina and meeting her nieces and nephews and a brilliant smile lit her face and tears of happiness cascaded from her ruby eyes. “H-H-Hiei, oh, my baby, my son. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, please, forgive me for everything,” she sobbed, tear gems gathered at a speedy rate. “H-Hiei, chibi, forgive me, too, son. If I had of known about you, I would have rescued you from such a horrid fate and raised you with my other children. Unfortunately, when I returned to the one I had the children with, she killed me and I never knew you. I-I’m sorry,” Caliento also cried. “All my life I felt abandoned and alone until I met a crazy fox by the name of Youko Kurama. He refused to take no for an answer. My aunts tell me they had met him not long after they had rescued me from the river. He had wanted to raise me as his kit but thieves stole me from him while he and his pack were asleep. But I’ll tell that story later. Right now, my mate, my heart and my love is being held captive by some perverted blue alien freak who’s about to have a one on one with my dragon!” Hiei snarled. “Hiei’s right. We must address this current business before we start anything else,” Vegeta nodded and the crowd agreed. “Let me go and scope out the place. I’ll take the little ones and we can shut down the shields,” a high voice said from Vegeta’s knee. “SONIC! When did you arrive, buddy?” Tails asked as he hugged his blue friend. “Shadow and Knuckles were tuned to whatever frequency that thing on his face is tuned to and we picked up the conversation. We also know a few PokeMon who’ve kept us abreast of the sitch in the entire universe,” Sonic the Hedgehog related. “Wait till we get to the compound, then you imps can cause every disaster you want, so long as Kurama and his kit come out unharmed,” Vegeta spoke in an edged tone. “Everyone grab hold of a being that knows Instant Transmission. That would include any of the Saiya-jin gathered here, Hiei, Yusuke, Kuwabara, Jeice and even the Saiyan chimps.” The crowd did as instructed, however… “Hey, do we know where the place is where Rama-san’s being held?” Hiei asked. Just then… “PIKACHU!” a high voice sounded. “What the--! Well, what are you doing here? I haven’t seen you since you told me the kids were trapped in Rock Tunnel after the quake. I thank you for that,” the middle Saiyan price, dignity and pride set aside, held a little yellow creature with brown lightning shaped stripes and a lighting shaped tail. “PIKACHU! Hey, little buddy!” Nyricco, Naila, Pan and Cilvanti all crowded around the prince along with Endive and Eclair. Pikachu was busily relating information to Vegeta who was hanging on every word. “Pika says that he and his friends want to aid in rescuing Kurama because neither Vulpix nor Ninetails want to see one of their own mistreated. He says that a blue biped has a man-fox held on Cinnabar Island on the other side from the Poke Reserve I’ve assisted in setting up there,” Vegeta related. Those who knew of the incident with Vegeta involving PokeMon stared wide-eyed and in disbelief at the shorter prince. “You understand that creature, Vegeta?” Kakarrot asked as he watched the children of his son and friends pet the Poke creature. “I do. When I returned from Minerva following that incident, I had to go see the judge in Cerulean to find out the terms of my probation. One of the terms, in addition for not coming to with in several miles of the Water City, I had to learn about PokeMon. That also included learning their languages. I’ve signed an agreement to protect them and keep them safe from any and the greedy and other dangers. I’ve aided in the reconstruction of Cinnabar Island and turning it into a Pokemon Reserve. I work with all the known researchers but I’ll relate everything to everyone after we rescue our dear fox child. Everyone join hands to I-T to the Reserve,” the Saiyan prince instructed and the crowd did so. ~ * ~ |
