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Warning: Lemon!

Hold the Phone!

Goku has a Sister!?

13

She stared at the ceiling, watching the play of light from the moon on the plaster. Sighing, she closed her eyes. She waited, her body tense. Groaning a few minutes later she opened her eyes, a frown on her face. Still wide awake. She looked at the clock on her nightstand. 2:13 am! Groaning again, she looked at the ceiling. She rested her hands behind her head, crossing her ankles. Why didn't I just go home after I left the time chamber!? I was a dumb ass! Wanting to stay and be around Vegeta, despite what he had said to me. I should have cut my losses at the get go. Why do I always make a fool of myself with the guy I like? First it was Kevin in my world, now Vegeta! And I was stupid enough to fall for a damn prince! What kind of Irony is that! An Honest to God Prince! I'm so stupid! It's better this way, because then my brother's friends won't keep feeling like they have to include me in anything, when I know they're just doing it for Goku. He wants me to fit in with everybody so bad! Yesterday and today was the worst, with him sending me confused looks all the time, along with his friends and their pitying glances. What the hell were they feeling pity for! I have to go home! I can't stay here. Especially if...nobody...wants me here. It's better this way all around. I can stop making a fool of myself. She closed her eyes, swallowing, a tear running down her face. I don't know what the big deal is? It's not like I grew up here, like everyone else. I think that's why they feel so...uncomfortable? around me. She took a shuddering breath. I just need to get as far away as possible. That's the only option left open for me. But it would have been nice... She shook her head, stopping that train of thought. Don't be stupid. He was just toying with you those few times. He doesn't want anything to do with you! You can't even be in the same room with him lately, and he starts an argument. If someone really liked me, they wouldn't snap and argue with me all the time. He was probably just horny, and it went too far a couple times. You don't mean anything to him. Hot tears leaked out of her eyes as she squeezed them closed. She gulped down a sob, grabbing her headphones and sitting on the floor in front of the stereo. She plugged them in. The music started, and she turned it up until it blocked out her thoughts. Taking another shuddering breath, she closed her eyes, bringing her knees up and resting her head on them. She lost herself in the music.

Chi-Chi found her that way, hours later, still sitting on the floor with her head resting on her raised knees. She opened her eyes to look at the woman, barely meeting her eyes before staring at the floor. Kenya turned her head the other way, not turning the volume down or taking the headphones off. Thankfully she felt her sister-in-law leave soon after. She reached over and turned the music up more. She didn't want to think, just wanted to lose herself for a while. She got up and locked the door. She went back to the spot she had been occupying for the last few hours. Another song came on, this one reminding her so much of Vegeta that she buried her face in her knees, trying to fight the wave of tears in the back of her throat. She clenched her hands in the carpet, taking a shuddering breath as she waited for the song to end. Crossing her arms over her knees, she turned her head and watched the clouds through the window. She sensed Goku stop at her door, but didn't answer his knock. Then Bulma came, banging a little louder. She ignored her too. When she'd heard the same songs over for the umpteenth time, she jerked the headphones off, turning the stereo off and climbing under the covers. The coolness of the sheets was comforting, and helped lull her to sleep, a single tear falling down her face.

She woke up hours later, the sunlight dim in her room. She slowly rolled over, looking at the clock. 6:25 pm. She layed on her back, sighing. Her gaze landed on the single bag she had packed last night, after everyone went to bed. She hated to do what she was thinking, but it was better this way. She couldn't stand another day of why's! I don't know why they just can't accept that it's time for me to go home, that I've obviously stayed here long enough. There's nothing for me here. Granted, there's nothing in my world either, but at least I don't have to worry about anyone making fun of me. Everyone already knows who I am that I associate with. They don't question my choices, or try to argue with me all the time. She let her eyes slide shut for a moment. I love you brother, and I'll come visit, but it's time for me to leave. I've disrupted your life enough. I thank you for everything you've given me: A sibling, unconditional love of a family, and a sense of who I am. I couldn't have done it without you Goku. I hope your friends know what they have in you. Kenya sat up, pulling on the clothes she came here in. Goku had been right! She jerked the pants back on, watching as they fell right back down. Sighing, she took them off, balling them up and throwing them in a chair. She yanked some sweats out of the drawer. They were more comfortable anyways. She grabbed her small bag, sighing as she gazed around the room again, before opening the window and flying away, the bedroom door still locked.

Vegeta walked down the hallway, drinking his water. He passed the rooms, not looking right or left, intent on a shower and a nap. He wiped his mouth on the towel around his neck. He passed Kenya's old room. He stopped, hearing rustling in there, knowing that the blue haired woman and her husband were at Goku's. He backed up, narrowing his eyes when he saw someone pass the cracked door. He slowly opened it. He watched Kenya walk to the vanity by the bed, opening one of the small drawers. She took something out, quickly closing the drawer back and putting the object in her bag she had on her shoulder. He opened the door wider, leaning against the frame. She slung her hair over her shoulder, before briskly walking towards the balcony. Apparently the same way she got in. She didn't give any indication that she knew he was there. He frowned. Vegeta quickly walked up behind her, and before she took off, reached out and whirled her around. He heard her gasp.

"Vegeta," she whispered, her eyes wide.

Kenya's eyes narrowed a moment later. "What are you doing in my old room?"

He crossed his arms. "I should be asking you the same question."

"I had to get something I had forgotten," she stated, not saying anything else.

He opened his mouth to say something.

"I have to go!" she said abruptly, studying him for a moment before turning away.

He reached out, bringing her back against him. He lowered his mouth to her ear.

"What's your hurry?" he whispered, watching as her hair fluttered. He saw goose bumps appear on her skin.

He tightened his hold, gently moving her hair away from her neck with the other. He heard her take a shuddering breath. She swallowed.

"Vegeta," she began, a moment later groaning aloud as he pressed his lips to her neck. She shuddered. Her body went hot, then cold. Her bag fell from her shoulder, plopping unnoticed on the carpet. Vegeta trailed his mouth down her neck, nipping her shoulder before growling in her ear. She moaned again.

He whirled her around, grabbing her waist and lifting her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, shuddering again at the look in his eyes. Her hands went around his neck, her fingers playing with the strands of hair. Vegeta gazed at her, walking towards the bed. He layed her down, capturing her lips with his as he slipped a hand under her shirt. They both groaned, Kenya shyly put her hand under the bottom of his shirt, her stomach muscles clenching as she felt the raw power under his skin. Vegeta's muscles jumped underneath her hand, a thrill going through her at the action. He cupped a breast, squeezing as he tilted his head, changing the angle of the kiss. She whimpered, feeling like it was almost too much at once. He slid forward, his legs coming up and settling on either side of hers. He grabbed her waist, wrapping her legs back around him. Vegeta grabbed the hem of her shirt, jerking it off her and lowering back to her mouth as he divested her of her bra. Her breathing became erratic as she felt his touch on her bare skin, the searing heat making her groan. He lifted his head, gazing down at her for a moment before lowering his head to her breasts. She gasped, arching towards him and burying her hands in his hair. He lifted up a few minutes later, yanking his shirt off, swooping down and capturing her lips again as his hands went to her sweats. A little nervousness went through her as he untied them, letting his fingertips trail just under the waistband. She tensed slightly. Vegeta removed his hand, lifting his head and studying her.

She bit her lip. "I um..." she swallowed. "I don't...know if we should go that far," she finally whispered out. She averted her gaze.

He continued to study her in silence. Blushing, she turned back and met his gaze. He lowered his head. She closed her eyes, feeling his chest touch hers. He buried his face in her neck, his breath sending little shivers through her. She raised her arms, wrapping them around his neck, the heat coming off him comforting. She felt safe, protected, as his elbows touched her sides, making her feel cocooned in his presence. She didn't want to leave. Kenya winced a little, knowing that she was going to dream about these moments, missing his comforting embrace and heat, when she got back home. She tightened her hold, soaking in what she could. She felt his breath on her ear.

"I talked to Kakkarot," he whispered. She could feel the rumble of his voice in his chest. She shuddered, sighing, knowing it was about to be taken away. She tightened her hold again.

Vegeta buried his face in her neck again as she stayed silent. He licked her skin. Her eyes flew open, a gasp escaping her. She moaned, running her hands down his arms as she let her head fall back. Her back arched as he did it again, trailing down to her chest. A growl escaped her, her hands rubbing his back as he continued his assault to her senses. He finally lifted his head, gazing down at her flushed face. He took her hand, settling it on the waist band of her sweats. Her eyes met his.

"Your choice," he said softly, watching her eyes widen. She closed them, a tortured look passing over her features. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he watched her squeeze her eyes closed. He thought about what Kakkarot said last night. The conviction in the man's voice when he spoke of his sister. There was no hesitation in his voice, no sign showing the man was lying. He gazed down at Kenya. The choice she makes will prove if what Kakkarot said is true or not. Vegeta waited.

She looked back up at him, biting her lip. She flushed, meeting his eyes as she lifted her hips, slipping her clothes off. He studied her a moment more. She looked at him in surprise when his face softened. They studied each other, before he lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. He wrapped an arm underneath her, picking her up slightly and yanking the covers down. He lifted her, settling her on the pillows before moving away, taking the rest of his clothes off and joining her again. She gasped as he settled between her legs, the searing heat coming off him almost burning. He cupped her head, kissing her again and lowering against the pillows. His hands slid up, clasping hers and threading their fingers together. He moved. She could feel him against her.

"Vegeta," she whispered, moaning as he captured her lips again.

He plunged into her.

He froze, hearing her cry of pain. He lifted his head, staring at her, brows furrowed. She moved underneath him, a grimace on her face. He growled.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked softly.

She winced, her cheeks flushing. "It never came up."

He raised a brow at her. "Oh? What about all those times before? When we were practically rolling around on this very bed?"

"It never went as far as this," she said, her hands clutching his shoulders. He stayed still, a muscle jumping in his cheek. He tightened the arm wrapped around her waist, resting his head in the crook of her neck. Letting a breath out, he moved a little. He heard her gasp.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, feeling her nod. He withdrew, slowly plunging back into her. He growled as she groaned. Feeling her body relax again, her whimpers echoing in his ears, he quickened his pace. Her nails dug in his shoulders, her cries reverberating around the room. He lifted his head, studying her for a moment before gently kissing her, not breaking his pace. He soon felt her clenching around him, her nails scratching down his arms, her head thrown back as she screamed her release. A guttered sound ripped from his throat moments later as he reached his. She whimpered, falling back onto the bed.

They both gasped for breath, still for a moment before Vegeta rolled off her, wrapping an arm around her and dragging her back against him. He listened to her breathing deepen, moments later she was asleep. He studied her, his hand resting on her hip. He grabbed the covers, pulling them up around them before laying back, looking towards the balcony doors. Vegeta slowly got up, careful not to jostle the woman laying in the bed, donning his boxers and walking over to close the doors. Her bag caught his eye. He studied it, a frown on his face, as he shut the cold out. A hand rested on the doorknob as he stared at the bag, the image of her stuffing something from the vanity inside came to mind. Curious, he bent down.

Vegeta glanced over to make sure Kenya was still sleeping, before grabbing the bag. He opened the pocket she had used earlier. He withdrew a picture. Her and Goku's smiling faces peered up at him. Goku had his arm around his sister, holding up a peace sign and laughing as the picture was shot. Kenya was smiling too, but her gaze was focused off to the side, on something or someone behind the camera. Frowning, he stuffed it back in the bag. Something clunked on the floor. He looked down. Brows furrowed, he picked up his watch. He studied the face. It was the one that had died months ago. He hadn't worn it after that, in fact, it had disappeared two weeks afterward. He fondled it, the metal wrist band shining in the moonlight. He looked over at the woman in the bed. Straightening, he watched her sleep for a few more moments before putting the watch back in the bag, setting it down where she dropped it earlier. He slowly walked over to the bed, a small smile appearing on his face as he crawled back in. Wrapping an arm around Kenya's waist once more, he sighed, pulling her back against him as he too, slowly let his eyes close.

Bulma stopped at the top of the stairs, gazing in curiosity at the towel laying on the hall floor. She walked over and picked it up. Sunlight on the carpet caught her eye a moment later. She slowly walked over to it, noticing the door to Kenya's old room was cracked. Swallowing, she tiptoed over, peering through the crack. Her hand came up to cover a gasp. She stared wide eyed at the woman laying in the bed, it taking her a moment to realize she wasn't alone. A strong arm encircled the girls' waist, the man's head buried in the back of her neck. They were sound asleep. She blushed, seeing the clothes on the floor and Kenya's bare shoulders. A smile slowly crossed her lips, and she quietly pulled the door closed.

A/N: YES! It finally happened, didn't it! They had S.E.X.! Don't you just love sexual tension! I love Vegeta, and enjoy writing how he could possibly show his softer side. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

P.S: The song she was listening to that reminded her of Vegeta was

"Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit