Mokonarulez: Do the disclaimer San, NOW!
San: Fine. Moko-sama does not own DBZ but she does own me. Would anyone else like to own me, please? She's nuts, and she collects penguins. She has stuffdies (that's what she calls stuffed animals), boxes, books, bookmarks, and a bronze penguin statue. She's obsessed she also has a stuffed white Mokona that cost her lots of money. Does anyone, besides her, want me?!
Mokonarulez: That's enough San-chan. Just for that, you only get one scene with you alone with Gohan-kun.
San: No fair!
Ou Hercule Satan held his dying wife's hand as she smiled at him. Her smile was strained and her face was white. The proud Jo'ou Megara had long, wavy black hair and deep blue eyes that could capture any man's heart. She was known as the most beautiful woman in many years in the Satan Kingdom and soon she would be no more. "I want you to marry again."
"Iie, I will be with no one but you," Ou Hercule stated.
"Do it, give our daughter an Okaa-san, who will love and care for her. She will need one. I'm sorry that I am dying so close to her birth. You also need a boy, an heir to the Satan throne. Marry a woman who is better than me in everyway, strong, smart, beautiful, graceful, can kick your ass at least once in a while," Megara chuckled. Hercule laughed as while, it was rare, but his wife did beat him occasionally while fighting. She put her hand on her husband's face, a sad smile on her own. "Aishiteru, koi," with those final words, the Jo'ou had closed her eyes for the last time.
"I will do as you ask, Megara, so that you may smile at me from heaven." With that, Ou Hercule left and went to his six-month daughter's room, Videl-hime-sama.
-16 Year Time Skip-
King Hercule was in a meeting with his advisors, discussing whether to join the new pact with the Ox-Kingdom. Ou Goku and Jo'ou ChiChi were trying to make pacts with as many countries as possible in order to fight the danger that the West was starting to present. Three countries were already considering this issue and joining, the Satan Kingdom being one of them. "Ou-Hercule-sama, I know that we have touched on this subject before, many times, but we need to find you a bride. You need an heir, and soon."
Hercule sighed as he looked at his councilors, they were ranged in age, the youngest being the lord Sharpner, who was but two years older than his daughter. Ou Hercule glared lightly at the blonde boy who constantly expressed interest in marrying Videl. He sighed again before getting up and walking out, his council behind him.
Hercule looked outside to see Videl fighting one of the best guards in the kingdom, and beating him. Her long black hair was in a ponytail to keep it out of her face as she fought. Videl had all of the qualities that her okaa-san had possessed and more. Her blue eyes made men's hearts stop beating when she looked at them. Her small body was soft with perfect curves and large breasts. Her pale skin was lightened even more by the dark hair and added to her radiance.
Videl-hime could be hot-headed, but rarely let it cloud her judgment anymore. Her tutors stated that she was fairly intelligent but preferred the outdoors to being cooped up inside all day. Her grace came from years of martial arts and she could defeat Hercule often in a fight, although he blew it off as him letting her win.
As Hercule continue to look, he stopped seeing his daughter, and started seeing his deceased wife. The resemblance was too uncanny for him and he wondered how he had not noticed before. Hercule turned to see Sharpner lick his lips as sweat ran down Videl's face. Hercule growled and once again saw his wife, in his mind, Videl and Megara had just become the same person.
Videl stopped and bowed to her defeated opponent who was on the ground in pain. Videl looked up and waved, a large smile on her face, when she saw Hercule. "Otou-sama, do you need something?"
"Iie, I'm fine, Videl-hime." Videl nodded her head and smiled again before helping her opponent up and walked away.
"I have a solution to our problems now, gentlemen."
"What would that be, Ou-Hercule-sama?"
"I will marry Videl-hime, and she will provide me with an heir." All of the councilmen looked sick to their stomachs at what their king had just said.
"You can not be serious, Ou-Hercule-sama! She is your daughter, not some-"
"I don't care! I will marry her by the end of the week and that is final!" With that, Hercule walked off to his room, plans for the marriage playing in his head.
-In the Ox-Kingdom-
Gohan-ouji was the most handsome man in the Ox-Kingdom and the strongest in the known universe. He had it all, intelligence, grace, looks, was respectful, kind, was willing to save anyone who needed help, athletic, and on top of all of that, he was not shallow. Gohan did not find himself a kami as many his age did; instead he tried his best at everything and did not gloat over others about it or get a big head with his accomplishments. If anything, he thought that what he did would never be good enough for those that had so much faith in him and carried guilt for the lives that he had taken and those he could not save, especially his otou's, who was back to life after getting killed many times and planned on staying alive and with his family from now on.
His otou was the second strongest, the Saiyan Kakarotto, known as Son Goku by most and still was as innocent as ever. His okaa was ChiChi, probably one of the most beautiful women in existence and one of the strongest, who still looked twenty despite having four children and being 34-years-old. The two had married when they were seventeen at the Tenka'ichi BudÅkai, just after they had finished their match. Gohan had been born a little more than nine months later. Goku's tail, which had been cut off, had grown back right after he and ChiChi had become mates.
Like Goku, Gohan had a tail as did Goten, his seven year old ototo and Castella and Choco his newest baby imoutos. While Gohan looked very similar to ChiChi, Goten was a carbon copy of Goku. Castella and Choco were a perfect mix between the two. Gohan was sixteen and towered over everyone except for his old sensei, Piccolo, Goten was a little short for his age of seven years and Castella and Choco had been born just two months ago, but were just the right size for a babies.
Gohan walked down the stairs of the castle to the dining hall in his purple gi. Despite the fact that Piccolo no longer trained him like he used to, Gohan still wore the 'Ma' kanji on his back to honor that bond. At the table was the group of people that Gohan had always known; his family although they weren't related to him by blood.
Lord Krillin and his wife, Juuhachi, sat with their five-year-old daughter, Marron, between them. Krillin wore his orange gi and his wife wore a red kimono that was simple. Marron, who looked more like Juuhachi everyday, her black eyes starting to become the same icy blue as Juuhachi's and her small nose was becoming more apparent. She had on a miniature version of Krillin's gi sat happily, her pigtails bouncing.
Lord Tien and his wife Lunch had their twelve-year-old daughter San between the two. San had dark blue hair and black eyes and was developing nicely. Her hair was in high side ponytail on the right side of her head and braided with a small, white bow to tie it off. Many considered San as the prettiest twelve-year-old in the Ox-Kingdom and it was not without basis. Like Marron, San was also in a gi, taking to martial arts instead of the guns that her okaa's 'other half' did. Luckily, San did not carry that same trait. Lunch and Tien had been trying for a child recently and hoped to have a boy so San could have an ototo of her own.
Lord Yamucha and his new wife, the miko Midori sat side by side. She belonged to the shrine that was devoted to and worshipped the Eternal Dragon, Shenron. Midori had long green hair and eyes and always wore her miko garb and her hair was in the traditional long ponytailed style with a hime cut. Midori was fairly beautiful and thirty years old, nine years younger than Yamucha. Midori kept him in line by threatening to use her arrows or sutras on him. Her spiritual power did not leave her after she had lost her virginity to Yamucha, much to her delight and slightly to Yamucha's horror as that meant that she could carry out her threats. The two were also trying for a child after four months of marriage.
Ou Vegeta and Jo'ou Bulma of the Capsule Kingdom had their eight-year-old son Trunks next to Vegeta. Trunks was in a similar gi to Gohan's, except green and with no kanji on the back. Just last month, Bulma had become pregnant and because of the baby's ki, everyone in the group knew that she was pregnant, as even those who could not fight had been taught to sense ki. Vegeta had been the Saiyan ouji-sama until he had mated with Bulma and become ou. The two had never technically been married, although they were by Saiyan terms. Trunks and Vegeta both bore the tell-tale tails (try saying that three times fast) that marked their heritage.
Muten Roshi, Pu'ar, Oolong, and Chiaotzu sat side by side. Roshi was the only one of the adults that looked old and who knows how old he really was, as the rest were in their thirties and still passed for being in their early twenties. Roshi was still as perverted as ever and wasted no time in groping one of the Z wives. Oolong had gone back and finished his time and gotten his diploma at the Shape-shifter's Academy. Pu'ar was still as devoted as ever to Yamucha and still served as his advisor. Chiaotzu lived with Tien and his family and had not grown since their first meeting many years ago, his childlike nature still intact.
Glas Mira and Glas-Tori Karasuko sat together with their daughter, Toki, between them. Karasuko was the taller between the two and seemed to be the 'husband' of the pair after their marriage. Mira had worked in the castle for almost her entire life and Gohan had always thought of her as his nee-san as she was four years older than him. The two had always been close and Gohan was very protective of her. Mira had silver hair that seemed to have the same reflective quality as a mirror with clear blue eyes that seemed to reflect anything that she looked at and her emotions. Despite their close relationship, Mira always called him Gohan-ouji-sama, no matter how many times he told her not to. Even though she was no longer a servant like she had once been, she still worked like she always had and made sure everyone else did as well.
Karasuko had black hair and eyes and seemed to look like a crow about to take flight when the wind and sun hit her at just the right moment. Gohan had met her when they were younger, he had been nine and she had been fourteen, saving her from her nii-sans and otou after they had been raping her for years. Her okaa had had a similar fate before she had killed herself. Karasuko had almost immediately changed her name when Gohan met her, taking her okaa's maiden name and given name, with 'ko' attached. Gohan never called her by her original name and could not remember it. Not too long after he had found her, Gohan had taken her to the police and court as well to send her family to jail. Not too long after, however, the prisoners had killed them. Karasuko had been living with Gohan and his family after he had found her. When she had been told that her family had been killed, Karasuko had stated that her family was alive for her family was the Son family. Not too long after that, Karasuko had been adopted by the Son family and lived with them until she married Mira. ChiChi thought of her as her daughter and Toki as her granddaughter. Karasuko called him Gohan-onii-chan because he was like the nii-san that she had always wanted, even though she was five years his senior. Gohan had been the one to introduce the two women when he had visited the Ox-Kingdom with Karasuko. They had instantly been taken with each other and had dated for three years before marrying.
Toki had been created through an invention that Bulma had created that allowed women to have children without male sperm. Karasuko had carried the child and the two had been fairly happy. Toki had the same reflective eyes as her Mira-mama, but the same mischievous glint and black hair as her Karasuko-mama. She thought of Gohan as her papa and called him as such. He was the god-otou of the three year old, as well as all of the Z children except Goten and San, (although everyone knew that he might as well be with her affection for him) and loved her as if she was his child. Toki actually had a decent amount of ki in her body and had small exercises to help her develop it. Gohan would not allow her to fight yet because he knew that she was not quite ready, although he knew that she would be one day.
At the head of the long table were Goku and ChiChi, sitting calmly on their mats. ChiChi's obi on her purple kimono was designed to look just like a butterfly's wings and hung well on her. It was ChiChi's only luxury as she did not enjoy the life that she had been brought up in much. Goten was in a yellow gi and looked tired, probably from staying up with Trunks too long. Castella was in ChiChi's arms and was currently breast-feeding while Goku was holding Choco.
Everyone turned when they sensed him and relief filled Goku's face, as this meant that food would be coming soon. Gohan walked to his seat beside his okaa and bowed before sitting, showing his position as the heir to the throne. ChiChi technically ruled above Goku because she was the only child of the deceased Ox King who had died in an accident. It was a position that ChiChi did not care for and would rather be living in the hut that her mate had been raised in.
"Ohayo Onii-sama," "Onii-chan," "Nii-chan," "Gohan-nii," "Papa," San, Marron, Goten, Trunks, and Toki said at the same time. Gohan smiled back at them and returned the greeting. All of the Z children looked up to Gohan and practically worshipped him because he had been saving the world since he was five and had technically become a Z Senshi when he was four. San, however, had a crush on him that had lasted about two years, but was slowly disappearing as she knew that he could never feel something like that for her. That did not stop her from keeping most girls away from him if she found them unfit for her 'Onii-sama.'
As Gohan sat down, food was brought out and laid before everyone. The Saiyans had twenty times more food than the others and quickly began to eat. The Z Senshi, as the group had been called for ten years by the people around the world, were not fazed by this and continued to eat.
When breakfast was finished, all of the men and children went outside to train, except for Mira who was going to help clean the castle. Old habits die hard. Midori followed so she could go to the local shrine to fulfill her duties as a miko. "Don't get into any trouble, or I will purify that dirty mind of yours, Yamucha."
"O-of course, Midori," Yamucha stated nervously.
"Keep an eye on him for me; will you, Gohan-ouji-tama?" Gohan nodded his head and smiled at Midori. She was the only adult who was raised in the Ox-Kingdom who dared to call him that, although Gohan did not really care if she did. Midori left with a slight skip in her step.
"Your wife is scary, Yamucha," Goku stated playfully.
"At least my wife doesn't use a frying pan for punishment like yours does." Goku put his hand behind his head and grinned in that Son fashion.
"But Chi-chan is the best cook there is and is really kind and loving, so I have no real complaints, except when she goes on a rampage."
"Enough with the sappiness and let's train, Kakarotto!" Vegeta stated before dragging Goku off to train. Gohan shook his head and began helping the younger members of his family. ChiChi was sitting on the porch with the other women, watching the men and children train while drinking freshly made green tea. Castella's big black eyes were watching Gohan as he trained, while Choco was taking a nap. Gohan smiled, this was bliss.
-Satan Kingdom-
Videl was getting ready for bed after a hard day's training. As Videl finished putting her sleeping yukata on, Hercule pulled back the screen to her room. "What can I do for you, Otou-sama?"
"Videl, we will be married by the end of the week." Videl's face became pale at the thought of marrying her otou.
"May I ask why this honor has been bestowed on me?" Videl asked, surprised her voice was so steady.
"You are the only one that can fulfill the requirements of a bride that Megara placed. You will no longer call me 'Otou-sama' and my deceased wife is now Jo'ou to you, not 'Okaa-sama'."
"Are you denouncing me as your child?"
"Hai, so that we can wed and no one will have a problem with it." Hercule walked toward Videl until he was next to her. He put his hand on her cheek and Videl felt ill.
"I have one condition, Hercule-sama. I want you to make me three kimonos and a cloak. One kimono will be as brilliant as the sun, another will capture the moon, and the third will shine like the stars on the most beautiful night. The cloak will be made out of fur from every animal in the kingdom."
"May I ask why you demand such a thing?" Hercule asked in anger. He wanted to marry Videl as soon as possible with no strings attached.
"I will wear them for our wedding and since I am no longer your daughter, I will need a dowry. I realize that it will be you that gives them to me, but can it be that it is the last gift that my Otou-sama will give me before I marry my ou?" Videl was once again surprised by her steady voice and thanked the kami that she had thought of the plan so quickly. There was no way that her otou would be able to succeed before the week was up and he would forget about marrying her.
Hercule sighed and considered this. If he did this, then she could not complain that he simply cut her off from being his daughter. She would also be accepting that she was to wed him and there was nothing she could do about it. "Very well, by the end of the week, it shall be done as you asked." With that Hercule left the room, closing the door behind him.
Videl sank to her knees and began to cry for the first time in years. 'I can't let him marry me, I can't. If he succeeds, I will run away and head to the Ox-Kingdom. Jo'ou ChiChi once knew Okaa-sama, so I'm sure she'll help me. May the kami have mercy on my soul for what I am about to do.' As Videl laid down on her futon the thought 'This is hell' ran through her head until she fell asleep.