A/N: Italics represent thoughts and/or memories!
Hold the Phone!
Goku has a Sister!?
21
He was standing in sand. He looked down, shaking a little off his boot as he narrowed his eyes. He turned his head at the sound of a bucket thunking. A little girl sat a few feet away, slowly turning the mound of sand into a castle. He tilted his head a little, studying it. The castle looked oddly like his home on Vegetasei. He looked at the little girl. She had black hair cascading down her back, a little pink bow settled on the top of her head. A little pink t-shirt and dark jeans covered her body. Little sandals encased her feet. She didn't say a word, just continued to build in that slow, concentrated sense as she seemed to ignore everything around her. The sand suddenly burst, flying everywhere. A bright red ball sat in front of her. Vegeta watched as she slowly lowered her arms, her shoulders drooping a little as she sighed. He watched a little boy run up, scrunching his nose as he got closer to the girl sitting in the sand. "You didn't get your cooties on this, did you?" he demanded, quickly grabbing the ball and stepping away from her. Some kids from the surrounding playground ran up, stopping behind the boy with the ball. Vegeta could hear them giggle, their hands shooting up to cover their mouths. He looked back down at the little girl. Her little hands clenched into fists. "Leave me alone!" she whispered, her voice small. Vegeta narrowed his eyes, studying her. She seemed oddly familiar. His head jerked up as the boy with the ball stepped towards her, curling his lip. "You did! Eww!" he said, throwing the ball and hitting the girl in her face. She flinched, but didn't get up. The kids starting shouting at her, taunting her with names. "Weirdo!" "Freak!" "You're ugly!" The kids started moving towards her, and she jumped up. "Leave me alone!" she shouted, her hands coming up beside her. A tail uncurled from her waist. Vegeta's eyes widened, looking at the girls face again. Kenya! He took a step towards her, only to stop as she whirled around, running towards the fence. She easily vaulted over it, running down the hill, her tail flying behind her. Vegeta blinked. He was standing in front of a two-story house. He studied the building, a second later the little girl ran past him, slamming through the door, her footsteps echoing inside the house. Vegeta hesitated for a moment, before slowly walking forward, stepping into the home. He followed the sounds of sobbing, hesitating a little before going up the stairs. He stopped at the far end, looking into the room. The little girl was sitting on the lap of a brunette woman, her hands cupping her face as she cried. The woman ran a hand through her hair, rocking her back and forth, making shushing noises. "It's alright, baby," the woman whispered, looking down at the girl in her arms. The miniature Kenya looked up at the woman, her lower lip trembling. "How come I'm not like the others?" she whispered. Her mother was silent for a moment, before sighing, sitting the girl on the bed. She crouched beside it, her arms still around the little girl. Vegeta watched as the woman swallowed, briefly closing her eyes before focusing on Kenya, wiping a stray tear off the girls face. "Honey, you're not like the other kids, and you never will be," she said softly. Vegeta felt himself tense. "You're better!" the woman said louder, settling her hands on the little girls shoulders. Vegeta smirked, watching as Kenya sent her mother a frown, her brows furrowed. A chuckle almost escaped him to see such a familiar look on this pint size little girl. "What do you mean!" she demanded, crossing her arms. Her mother smiled at her, gathering her close for a hug before standing. She bent down, running another hand through the girls wild locks. "You're faster, smarter, and prettier than any of those mean little rug rats you go to school with," she stated softly, watching a little smirk appear on the little girls' face. Vegeta silently agreed. He stepped into the room, walking slowly around the woman, leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the bed. He watched the interaction between his future mate and the woman she called mother her whole life. He blinked, his eyes widening a little to see an older Kenya sitting on the bed, a school book on her lap, a notebook resting on top of it as she furiously scribbled, her brows narrowed in thought. Her hair was braided down her back, swishing a little as she moved her head. He studied her, noticing she had on a white tank top and sleeping shorts, her feet covered with multicolored socks. A gentle smile appeared on his face at the sight of them. They both looked up as the door opened. Vegeta felt a frown appear on his face, while Kenya just stared, watching the boy walk in, quickly closing the door behind him. He sat heavily on the bed, a deep sigh coming from him. "What do you want?" the young Kenya murmured, narrowing her eyes. The boy sent her a surprised look. "I thought we were still studying!" he said, his voice squeaking a little. She studied his face for another moment, before shrugging, turning her attention back to her book. Vegeta watched the boy frown at Kenya's bent head, before a smirk appeared. He stood up, setting his books down on the bed. Vegeta noticed she didn't even acknowledge the boy, continuing with her homework. He grunted, crossing his arms. The boy suddenly bent down. Kenya reared back, her head hitting the headboard with a loud thunk. "What the hell are you doing!?" she said loudly, pushing him away from her. Vegeta straightened, clenching his jaw. 'Good question', he thought, watching as the boy slightly flushed. "Well, I was gonna...um...kiss you," the boy mumbled, his gaze resting on the bed. "Why?" Kenya demanded, her hands balling into fists beside her. They both watched as the boy shrugged, yanking on his collar. Kenya narrowed her eyes even more, before she scoffed, returning her attention to her book. "Next time," she stated, not looking up, "accept a bet that you know you will win!" Vegeta raised an eyebrow, before glaring at this little twerp that dared make advances on his mate. He took a step forward, stopping in surprise as the boy snatched the stuff off Kenya's lap, grabbing her arm. Before Vegeta could move, the idiot smashed into the wall, a gasp coming from him as he dented the plaster behind him. A low chuckle came from Vegeta's throat, watching as Kenya slowly got to her feet. Her eyes shot daggers at the boy, watching him stumble a bit as he straightened off the wall. His eyes widened, fear appearing on his face. "They were right!" he stated, backing away from her. "You are a freak!" The boy fumbled with the knob, yanking the door open and slamming it behind him. Vegeta watched the girls face crumble, as she sat heavily on the bed. He studied her back, watching as her shoulders shook. He balled his hands into fists, resisting the urge to rush over and gather her in his arms.
Kenya felt Vegeta's arm tighten around her waist. She slowly opened her eyes, turning in his arms, bringing her hand up to rub his jaw. A muscle jumped in his cheek, his brows furrowed as he continued to sleep. She sighed, watching the prince as he seemed to be struggling with something. His fist clenched in the covers, his body rigid as he laid on his side. She laied a hand on his neck, his skin hot to the touch. He must be going through what I did a couple days ago. Wonder what he's seeing? What memory of mine is he watching? Kenya snuggled closer to him, wrapping an arm around him, trying to give him some sort of comfort. She sighed, resting her head against his chest as he stayed taunt.
He blinked. It was nighttime in the room, the moon shining through the window above the bed. Vegeta looked around, noticing little things that had changed. Gone were the stuffed animals and the pink decor of the room. In it's place was a royal blue and soft white look, the walls a stark white, the bedding a swirl of blue and white, the covers seeming to be trimmed with a soft downy fabric. The dresser and vanity were missing the bows and girly jewelry that was sitting on them moments before. In their place were bottles of perfume, picture frames, and cd's. He studied the bed. Kenya lay on her side, her hair fanning the pillow underneath her. A hand was curled up under her chin. She looked peaceful. Vegeta jerked to attention as her door was slung open. Kenya shot up in bed, rubbing the hair out of her eyes. They watched a burly chested man step in, his head full of thick brown hair, little spots of salt and pepper hair marred the solid color. He reached up, running his hand over his mustache and beard. "Dad?" Vegeta heard her say softly, watching the man rub the back of his neck before stepping towards her bed. "Hey sweetheart," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He clasped his hands in front of him, leaning on his knees. He seemed to hesitate for a moment. "There's some policemen downstairs," he stated, looking over at the girl in the bed. Vegeta saw her tense, her hands clenching the comforter. She didn't say anything. Her dad crossed his arms, sitting up and studying his daughter. "Do you know why?" he asked softly, watching her clench her jaw before nodding slowly. "Hey," her father said, waiting for her to lift her head before continuing. "He deserved it, didn't he?" They watched Kenya smirk, nodding more firmly as she looked at her father. A chuckle escaped the man, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, dragging her into a bear hug before leaning back and patting her arm. "What did he do, exactly?" the man asked, studying the girl on the bed. She looked away from him, staring at the wall for a few minutes before turning back. Vegeta watched her face, tense as he listened to her talk. "He tried to force me," she stated, crossing her arms. Vegeta watched with satisfaction as a look of rage passed across the man's features. Quickly dispelling it, her father let out a slow breath, keeping his hands clenched in his pants. A muscle worked in his jaw for a moment before he spoke. "That son of a bitch!" he said harshly, looking over at his daughter. "I'm glad you whooped his ass!" Vegeta grinned, watching as a small smile appeared on Kenya's face. The man yanked her into another bear hug, rocking side to side a little as a breath left him. "You know we love you, don't you?" he softly asked. Kenya's head moved as she nodded. The man moved back, his hands resting on her forearms. He studied his daughter for a moment. Vegeta watched a play of emotion cross the man's features. "You were a blessing to us, still are! You little minx!" Vegeta smirked, watching father and daughter interact. The man cupped her cheek. "I know you're going to find your prince charming some day," he said softly, letting his hand fall to the bed. Vegeta heard Kenya snort. "Daaad! I'm not a kid anymore!" she exclaimed, crossing her arms and letting out a breath. "So," her father said, lifting an eyebrow. Kenya rolled her eyes. "I don't believe in all that crap! There's no such thing as prince's and happily ever after!" There was silence for a few minutes. "I know you're going to find someone that will treat you right. That will treat you like a princess!" He watched as Kenya slowly shook her head, looking towards the wall before settling her gaze back onto her dad. "Like you do with mom?" she asked softly, watching in surprise as he shook his head. "Better," he whispered. "What do you mean dad! You treat mom-" she cut off as her dad raised his hand. "I've given your mother everything but the only thing she ever wanted out of life," he explained, studying his daughter. Vegeta watched Kenya swallow, her gaze falling towards the bed. He looked back at the man as he continued to talk. "We weren't blessed with any children. Instead the Lord sent us you, and you know we couldn't be happier with you in our lives, sweetheart." Vegeta watched Kenya swallow with difficulty, her hands fidgeting with the blanket. She didn't say anything. Her father stood up, quietly walking to the door. He opened it, pausing before going through. He looked back, studying the girl on the bed. "Kenya," he said, his voice cutting through the quietness. She looked up after a moment, gazing curiously at the man standing at the door. A slow smile spread across his face. "You put him in the hospital!?" They both watched her grin, her teeth flashing in the darkened room. Vegeta chuckled, watching them. Her dad chuckled, shaking his head before pressing his lips together. "What am I gonna do with you, young lady!?" Not waiting for an answer, he stepped through the door, shutting it softly behind him. Vegeta watched as Kenya waited for the door to close, before the smile fell from her face. She studied the door for a moment, before her eyes fell to the comforter. He watched her sigh, her breath hitching a little in the dark. "Oh, dad!" she whispered, bringing her legs up, resting her chin on them, wrapping her arms around her knees. Vegeta felt a tightening in his chest, watching the woman he loved.
Kenya woke, sighing before opening her eyes. She was still pressed up against Vegeta, her arm encircling his waist. He had moved onto his back, one arm flung across the other side of the bed, while the other lay under her, the muscle bunching every few minutes. She raised up on her arm, studying the man. He was still sleeping. She heard him mumble something, leaning closer to try to hear what he was saying. She paused, watching him smirk. A chuckle escaped her, as she turned and crawled off the bed. She looked at him again, before grabbing some clothes out of the dresser and making her way to the bathroom. She paused, looking back at the saiyan on the bed. He had a scowl on his face, a frown marring his features. Slowly shaking her head, she entered the bathroom, starting the water as she slowly stripped. A half hour later, feeling a little better, she stepped out of the bathroom, her gaze automatically going towards Vegeta. Her brows rose a little, a worried look settling on her features. He was still asleep. She walked around the bed, watching as he rolled onto his side, facing the window. She stopped at the side of the bed, studying him. After a moment, she crawled back under the covers, wrapping her arm back around his waist, hugging him to her. Kenya laid her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he slowly breathed in and out.
Vegeta blinked. He was standing in a small apartment, facing a door. Dents and marks marred the surface, a series of bolts ran down the frame. Sobbing reached his ears. He turned his head, looking around. A small table and two chairs sat to his left, while a small television and a couch sat on his right, the seating arrangement pressed up against the wall. There were no pictures, or any decorations hanging on the wall. He turned, noticing the half wall that separated the living room from the kitchen. He looked towards the small hallway, a soft glow coming from a room around the corner. Vegeta slowly walked over, the crying getting louder as he got closer, going around the corner and stopping at the threshold to a small bedroom. Kenya sat on a single bed, a sob escaping her as she clutched a picture frame to her chest. Vegeta's gaze raked over her, silently sighing with relief when he didn't see anything indicating that she was hurt. She continued to sob, tears streaking down her face as she kept her head down, her arms tightening around the picture. Vegeta finally couldn't stand it anymore, and starting walking over. Her voice stopped him. "How could you!" she cried, finally moving the 8x10 and staring down at it. Vegeta moved closer, his eyes on the object in her hands. It was a family picture, Kenya's face staring upside down at him, the two people he had seen previously, her adoptive mother and father, standing behind her. He heard her choke on a sob again, his gaze going to her bent head. "How could you leave me!" He watched her shoulders shake for a moment, before she laied back, curling up on top of the comforter, her slightly plump body shivering for a moment before she quieted. Vegeta slowly walked around the bed, coming up beside her, watching as she fell asleep, not bothering to wipe her face. He stayed there, studying her as she slept, the room slowly darkening as the day lengthened. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching as her brows furrowed gently. He watched her slowly open her eyes. They widened a little as she looked towards him. Not knowing that she could see him, Vegeta softly smiled, reaching a hand out, pausing before cupping her cheek. He pulled back. His eyes widened in surprise as she grabbed his hand, staring at him as she clenched her fingers around his. Vegeta quirked a brow, watching confusion enter her eyes. "This is a dream, right?" she whispered, not moving from her position on the bed. Vegeta hesitated. 'What could it hurt,' he thought, before slowly nodding his head. He watched her study him, the grip on his hand lessening as she slowly rose onto her elbow. Her gaze raked over him, moving back to his face, before she swallowed, hesitating for a moment before she slowly sat up, never taking her eyes off him. "Who are you?" she whispered, letting the picture frame fall to the bed as she studied him, her eyes wide behind her glasses. A small smile appeared on his face. "I'm a prince," he whispered back, watching as her eyes rounded. She glanced down at the photo, studying the picture for a moment before lifting her eyes and meeting his gaze. "This is a joke, right!?" she said a little louder, a frown appearing on her face. A chuckle escaped passed Vegeta's lips, as he slid across the edge of the bed towards her. He watched her scoot back, her body hitting the headboard as wariness crept into her eyes. He leaned forward, listening to her gasp. He couldn't help it. He had to! Vegeta gently kissed her, feeling a gasp escape her as their lips met. He moved back after a moment, gazing down at her flushed face. She had her eyes closed behind her glasses, her brows raised. He watched her slowly open her eyes, and hand coming up to touch her lips. She stared at him, blushing furiously as he scooted back, resting a hand on his knee. She looked back down at the picture, sliding it closer to her as a tear fell from her eye. She swallowed, glancing back up at him for a moment before sliding back under the covers, clutching the frame to her chest again and closing her eyes. A soft sob escaped her lips as she went back to sleep. Vegeta watched her, his face softening as he studied the woman laying beside him. He got up, his eyes searching the room as he sighed. He blinked. Kenya was standing in front of him, crouching as her face hardened. "Kenya?" he said softly, staring at her. She didn't seem to hear him. "Listen," Vegeta whirled around, his eyes widening at the sight of Goku standing on the other side of the room. He watched the man raise his hands. "I'm your brother, you called for me, remember?" Vegeta's eyes went back towards his mate. Kenya narrowed her eyes, her jaw clenching. "What are you talking about? I don't have no damn brother! How the hell did you get into my apartment!?" Vegeta watched as Goku took a step around the bed, stopping as Kenya scooted back, her body hitting the wall. "Don't come near me!" she said loudly, her eyes widening slightly. "I'm not going to hurt you Kenya," Goku stated softly, lowering his hands. They studied one another, Vegeta looking from his woman to her brother. Kenya swallowed, her body slightly relaxing as her gaze raked over the man on the opposite side of the room. "How do I know you're telling the truth!?" she demanded, crossing her arms. Vegeta smirked, doing the same thing as he waited with her for Kakkarot's explanation. "When you meditated," Goku said softly, "You practically shouted at me, asking me to come get you." They both watched Kenya's brows narrow in confusion. "I..." she opened her mouth, closing it after a few moments. "Um...I didn't know I did that," she stated softly, studying the man she could have been twins with, they looked so much alike. She touched her hair, her eyes roaming over his gravity defying locks before studying his clothing. "What's that?" she asked, gesturing to his outfit. Goku looked down, smiling back up at her after a moment. "It's a training outfit. You want one?" he asked, happiness creeping into his voice. Kenya stared at him, before shrugging her shoulders, looking away. Vegeta watched as he held his hand out. "Come on!" Goku said excitedly. Kenya jerked her head back to him, wariness in her eyes. "Where?" she asked slowly, her hands bunching in her shirt, hunching her shoulders. "To where you belong!" They watched her eyes sharpen on Goku's face. "To our world," the saiyan said softly, slowly walking up to his sister. Vegeta watched Kenya swallow. She hesitated before laying her hand in Goku's. A second later she snatched it back, frowning up at him. "If I go.." Vegeta listened as she paused to take a breath. "If I go," she began again, "Will I be able to come back?" Vegeta swallowed, narrowing his eyes as he studied his mate. "Yes," Goku said firmly. "Whenever you want," he stated, waiting for Kenya to lay her hand back in his. Vegeta watched as Goku studied the woman in front of him for a moment, before they both disappeared.
He slowly opened his eyes, a breath escaping him as he stared at the window, moving his head after a moment to look down at the woman cuddled up to him. He brought his hand up, running it slowly down her hair before cupping her neck. He leaned forward, gently kissing her lips. Kenya opened her eyes, meeting his gaze, not saying anything. He rubbed her arm, grabbing her hand and threading their fingers together. She sat up on an elbow, her eyes searching his face. "You alright?" she asked softly, watching as his gaze went to her mouth. He didn't say anything, just leaned forward and captured her lips. Kenya sighed, moving her hand up his arm, feeling the muscle move under his skin. They slowly broke apart, studying each other before Kenya finally got up, turning on the bedside lamp. She looked back at Vegeta, noticing he hadn't moved. "Are you hungry?" she asked softly. A brow rose when he shook his head. He rolled away from her, sitting on the edge of the bed, running a hand down his face. Kenya heard him sigh, before looking back at her. She waited.
"Are you ready to go back?" Vegeta asked softly, watching as Kenya studied him.
She slowly let her eyes roam around the room, before settling her gaze back on the man on the bed. A small smile appeared as she slowly shook her head. Vegeta smirked, slowly getting up and walking towards her. "Why not?" he asked softly, stopping within inches of her, looking down into her eyes. Kenya hesitated, and turned her head briefly for a moment, before returning her gaze back to him.
"I'm afraid we'll go back to the way we were before," she confessed softly, watching as Vegeta slowly smiled. She waited, but he didn't say anything. She raised a brow at him. He grunted, wrapping an arm around her waist and settling his chin on top of her head. They stayed like that for a few minutes, before they both stepped back, studying each other again. Kenya suddenly crossed her arms, a small smile appearing.
"After all!" she teased, "You couldn't win in an argument against me anyways, princy!"
She watched as Vegeta narrowed his eyes, scowling at her, before a small smile of his own appeared. "Keep telling yourself that, woman!"
"I do!" she stated, watching as amusement appeared in his eyes. "All the time!"
He playfully growled, grabbing her by her pants loop and yanking her forward. Their lips touched. "You are such a brat," he whispered, rubbing his lips against her own. Kenya softly moaned. She quickly kissed him, stepping back out of his embrace. She went around him, a pop sounding as she smacked him on his butt. Vegeta grunted, whirling around. She was already at the door, chuckling as she opened it.
"Where are you going?" he asked, crossing his arms and slowly walking towards her. "I'm hungry," Kenya stated, watching with amusement as he stopped in front of her. She watched him smirk, licking her lips as he bent down.
"I could eat you up right now," he whispered, feeling a shiver run through her. Kenya felt a blush rise to her face, biting her lip. Vegeta chuckled as her face went red, settling his hands on her hips. He nipped her shoulder, another shudder going through her. She squeezed his arms for a moment, before regretfully stepping away. A scowl appeared on his face. Kenya crossed her arms, rolling her eyes a little at his expression.
"I'm hungry for actual food, you perv!"
She yelped as he slapped her rump, his hand resting there for a moment before she swatted him away. A laugh burst passed her lips as he seemed to pout. "Come on!" she said, yanking him out the door.
"Wait a minute! I need to put a shirt on!"
Kenya looked back at him, scowling as she released his arm. "Well, hurry up!" she shewed him back towards the room, watching as he mumbled something.
"What was that, prince!?"
Vegeta stopped, looking at the woman over his shoulder. He softly smiled. "I said I wish you were that impatient with other things," he said, his voice low. He watched her face flame, glaring at him.
"Stop talking about sex and go put a shirt on!"
Vegeta smirked. "But we'll do it later, right?" he asked, smothering a chuckle as her face seemed to redden even more.
"No!"
"Yes we will!"
"No we won't!"
"Yes we will woman! And I can guarantee you'll enjoy it!" Vegeta stated, watching his mate look around the hallway, before glaring at him.
"Would you shut up! You're embarrassing me!"
Vegeta smirked again, opening the door to their room. He stopped at the threshold. "And brat?" He waited until she looked back at him, her eyes narrowed. "I won that one." He watched her eyes widen as he stepped into the room.
He heard her yell, "No you didn't!" before closing the door behind him, softly laughing.