A/N: Thanks to Dark Fate for beta-reading this chapter for me!
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Chapter 4: 'Jita
"Vegeta?"
Everyone, sans the chibis, had adjourned to the kitchen for a snack after exiting the medical room. Two spiky haired heads turned at Bulma's call. "What?"
Heads sweatdropped at the almost identical irritated barks. Bulma gave a small laugh. "I meant the female Vegeta. Oh, this is so confusing! How about we call you Vejita instead?"
The oujo raised an eyebrow. Hmmm. For some strange reason, Vejita sounds.almost right.
"Hn." She grunted her royal approval.
Bulma gave a beam as she waved a hand at the oujo's mate. "Ok, and we can call Goku."
"Kakarotto." Vejita injected firmly. The said Saiyan gave a classic Son grin and rubbed the back of his head. "I'm fine with that."
Vegeta gave a scowl but kept quiet. He used to be the only one who called the Earth-raised Saiyan 'Kakarotto' - it was private. Damn, now what would he call his baka? He mentally rearranged some syllables in his head. Hmm. Kakarrot sounds good.
"Anyway," Bulma continued cheerily. "I was about to say that I've prepared a room for the two of you. It's just beside Vegeta's bedroom. I also gave your twins and Gohan a bedroom beside Trunks. I figured the kids would like to stay together."
"Arigato Bulma!" Kakarotto thanked her politely, knowing that his mate wouldn't.
Bulma led the couple up to their bedroom, Vegeta and Mirai Trunks trailing behind. He and Bulma may have shared a kid and house, but they had always slept in different bedrooms even when they shared a common nocturnal activity. Lately though, they did not even have do that.
Suddenly, they heard a shriek from the end of the corridor, which opened to the living room. Chi Chi and Gohan, the older 18-year old one that is, stood there with shocked and delighted expressions on their faces.
"Goku!" Chi Chi flew across the corridor to hug the startled Saiyan, while Gohan hung back with a slightly puzzled expression on his face. Somehow, his dad's ki felt a little different.
A growl was the black-haired Amazon's only warning before a fist clipped her across her jaw and sent her sprawling into the wall. A normal human woman might have been knocked unconscious but Chi Chi was made of stronger stuff than that, and she turned towards her assailant in fury, a frying pan appearing mysteriously in her hand.
"NANI?!" She gaped at Vejita in surprise.
The oujo bared her fangs and looped her tail around Kakarotto's waist possessively. "Don't touch my mate!"
"Your mate??" Chi Chi recovered admirably and glared at the scowling oujo.
The unfortunate Saiyan caught in the middle tried to back away, but the oujo's tail pinned him immobile in a vice grip. The two raven-haired women glared daggers at each other, their battle auras rising dangerously.
(A/N: Hey! That sounds familiar! Heh heh.)
Everyone else sweatdropped nervously.
Gohan and Bulma quickly stepped in and pulled Chi Chi away, and Bulma explained the situation. As expected, Chi Chi did not take the news well.
"Nani?! Do you mean to say that my Goku left me," she grimaced sourly, "for that..that murderous, cold-hearted bitch?"
Vejita vacillated between a smirk and scowl as Chi Chi fumed. "What do you mean *your* Goku??"
Vegeta struggled to contain his own smirk as well; he never liked the shrill harpy in the first place. It would be an irony if the same situation happened here. But it wouldn't. Abruptly, his mood fell.
With a scowl, he turned and left. Vejita glanced at him, then took her cue and followed him, dragging her mate along with her tail. Bulma and Mirai Trunks scuttled after them, glad for an excuse out of the awkward situation.
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"Baka!" Vejita turned on her mate as soon as they were alone in their room. "Why couldn't you have stopped her from touching you?"
"But..but.'Geta."Kakarotto expertly blocked a punch and side-stepped another swinging kick.
"Don't.' Her rant was cut off as he suddenly slid in front of her, pinning her arms and covering her lips with his.
"Or should I say 'Jita?" He finally rasped when he released her lips. One of his hands had moved to run lazy circles along her lower back, ending up at the base of her auburn tail.
"Damn." The oujo melted at his touch and gave a low moan, her eyelashes fluttering close.
"'Jita." He breathed huskily again, his warm breath tickling the sensitive shell of her ear. "'Jita, 'Jita, 'Jita."
Vejita allowed herself to be carried to their new bed, enjoying the sound of her new nickname as it rolled smoothly off her mate's tongue.
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Vegeta was lying down on his bed, his thoughts in turmoil. It was a common occurrence, especially in the last few months when he discovered he had feelings for that baka. The arrival of his younger, female self and her mate had totally thrown him for a loop, and he was shocked to realize that he was envious.extremely envious of her.
His sensitive ears cocked at the muffled sounds that were emitted from the room beside his. There were some loud thumps and creaking. He scowled when he realized what those noises were.
Closing his eyes, he tried to meditate and arrange his thoughts and emotions into some semblance of calm. It wouldn't do for the Saiyan no ouji to be so flustered over a third-class baka.
The noises became louder, as did the moans and grunts.
He grimaced, then flushed as a female shriek rent the air, and then again. And again. It wasn't a shriek of pain.
When a familiar male voice howled, he snarled and in a smooth, quick motion, rolled off his bed and headed towards his Gravity Room, slamming the door angrily behind him.
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Chapter 4: 'Jita
"Vegeta?"
Everyone, sans the chibis, had adjourned to the kitchen for a snack after exiting the medical room. Two spiky haired heads turned at Bulma's call. "What?"
Heads sweatdropped at the almost identical irritated barks. Bulma gave a small laugh. "I meant the female Vegeta. Oh, this is so confusing! How about we call you Vejita instead?"
The oujo raised an eyebrow. Hmmm. For some strange reason, Vejita sounds.almost right.
"Hn." She grunted her royal approval.
Bulma gave a beam as she waved a hand at the oujo's mate. "Ok, and we can call Goku."
"Kakarotto." Vejita injected firmly. The said Saiyan gave a classic Son grin and rubbed the back of his head. "I'm fine with that."
Vegeta gave a scowl but kept quiet. He used to be the only one who called the Earth-raised Saiyan 'Kakarotto' - it was private. Damn, now what would he call his baka? He mentally rearranged some syllables in his head. Hmm. Kakarrot sounds good.
"Anyway," Bulma continued cheerily. "I was about to say that I've prepared a room for the two of you. It's just beside Vegeta's bedroom. I also gave your twins and Gohan a bedroom beside Trunks. I figured the kids would like to stay together."
"Arigato Bulma!" Kakarotto thanked her politely, knowing that his mate wouldn't.
Bulma led the couple up to their bedroom, Vegeta and Mirai Trunks trailing behind. He and Bulma may have shared a kid and house, but they had always slept in different bedrooms even when they shared a common nocturnal activity. Lately though, they did not even have do that.
Suddenly, they heard a shriek from the end of the corridor, which opened to the living room. Chi Chi and Gohan, the older 18-year old one that is, stood there with shocked and delighted expressions on their faces.
"Goku!" Chi Chi flew across the corridor to hug the startled Saiyan, while Gohan hung back with a slightly puzzled expression on his face. Somehow, his dad's ki felt a little different.
A growl was the black-haired Amazon's only warning before a fist clipped her across her jaw and sent her sprawling into the wall. A normal human woman might have been knocked unconscious but Chi Chi was made of stronger stuff than that, and she turned towards her assailant in fury, a frying pan appearing mysteriously in her hand.
"NANI?!" She gaped at Vejita in surprise.
The oujo bared her fangs and looped her tail around Kakarotto's waist possessively. "Don't touch my mate!"
"Your mate??" Chi Chi recovered admirably and glared at the scowling oujo.
The unfortunate Saiyan caught in the middle tried to back away, but the oujo's tail pinned him immobile in a vice grip. The two raven-haired women glared daggers at each other, their battle auras rising dangerously.
(A/N: Hey! That sounds familiar! Heh heh.)
Everyone else sweatdropped nervously.
Gohan and Bulma quickly stepped in and pulled Chi Chi away, and Bulma explained the situation. As expected, Chi Chi did not take the news well.
"Nani?! Do you mean to say that my Goku left me," she grimaced sourly, "for that..that murderous, cold-hearted bitch?"
Vejita vacillated between a smirk and scowl as Chi Chi fumed. "What do you mean *your* Goku??"
Vegeta struggled to contain his own smirk as well; he never liked the shrill harpy in the first place. It would be an irony if the same situation happened here. But it wouldn't. Abruptly, his mood fell.
With a scowl, he turned and left. Vejita glanced at him, then took her cue and followed him, dragging her mate along with her tail. Bulma and Mirai Trunks scuttled after them, glad for an excuse out of the awkward situation.
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"Baka!" Vejita turned on her mate as soon as they were alone in their room. "Why couldn't you have stopped her from touching you?"
"But..but.'Geta."Kakarotto expertly blocked a punch and side-stepped another swinging kick.
"Don't.' Her rant was cut off as he suddenly slid in front of her, pinning her arms and covering her lips with his.
"Or should I say 'Jita?" He finally rasped when he released her lips. One of his hands had moved to run lazy circles along her lower back, ending up at the base of her auburn tail.
"Damn." The oujo melted at his touch and gave a low moan, her eyelashes fluttering close.
"'Jita." He breathed huskily again, his warm breath tickling the sensitive shell of her ear. "'Jita, 'Jita, 'Jita."
Vejita allowed herself to be carried to their new bed, enjoying the sound of her new nickname as it rolled smoothly off her mate's tongue.
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Vegeta was lying down on his bed, his thoughts in turmoil. It was a common occurrence, especially in the last few months when he discovered he had feelings for that baka. The arrival of his younger, female self and her mate had totally thrown him for a loop, and he was shocked to realize that he was envious.extremely envious of her.
His sensitive ears cocked at the muffled sounds that were emitted from the room beside his. There were some loud thumps and creaking. He scowled when he realized what those noises were.
Closing his eyes, he tried to meditate and arrange his thoughts and emotions into some semblance of calm. It wouldn't do for the Saiyan no ouji to be so flustered over a third-class baka.
The noises became louder, as did the moans and grunts.
He grimaced, then flushed as a female shriek rent the air, and then again. And again. It wasn't a shriek of pain.
When a familiar male voice howled, he snarled and in a smooth, quick motion, rolled off his bed and headed towards his Gravity Room, slamming the door angrily behind him.