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Hold the Phone!

Goku has a Sister!?

36

The King watched in amusement. Kenya was sitting at the head of the table, drumming her fingers in thought, her brows furrowed. She was giving his son a break from the meeting, taking his place while he got some much needed time to rest. The King thought this was a great idea, the two newlyweds taking turns in heading the meetings for the international trade commission. She's better at this than my son anyway! He watched her frown for another moment, before leaning her head back and clasping her hands in front of her. The future Queens' belly rubbed the table a little, making her look fragile and harmless. She was anything but.

"It won't work," she stated, keeping her head leaned back against the chair, the object squeaking as she leaned back a little. The King smirked, listening to the conviction in her voice at the decision. An imbecile at the far side of the table actually spoke up.

"But your highness-"

He cut off as Kenya looked at him, narrowing her eyes. The King silently laughed. I think they're more afraid of her than they are my son! He let a chuckle escape. He saw Kenya look at him, raising a brow. He just shook his head. She turned back to the other occupants of the meeting.

"Who knows why that won't work?"

There was silence around the table. He watched Kenya sigh, leaning forward and studying the men in the room. "You have got to be kidding me?" The King heard her mutter.

"Because of the way they stab each other in the backs? Literally?" someone finally said.

"Thank you!" Kenya said loudly, waving a hand. The man's face flushed as he smiled. The King chuckled again. He leaned back in his own chair, content to watch his son's wife work. He only attended these meetings now to keep up to date with what's going on in the Kingdom, and the planet. The Saiyan Kingdom was fully run by Vegeta and Kenya now. He couldn't be prouder, especially with the future Queen his son picked. He studied her again, a little smile appearing. He loved her like a daughter, and he was one proud papa.

"So, what do you propose we do in this situation?" Kenya asked, lifting a brow.

The King waited, listening to the silence. That was another thing he liked about the woman. She actually wanted the others in the Kingdom to voice their opinions, and actually listened and took them into consideration. But if it jeopardized their safety, she was full against it, no matter how sound you made it. She was one smart woman!

"I guess we could offer a peace treaty on the condition that they do not step foot in our Kingdom!"

One of the men spoke up, his eyes on the table as he spoke. The King watched as he fiddled with his pen. He silently laughed.

"That's good," the man blushed at her words, "BUT, we do not ban them from our Kingdom."

They all looked at her, eyebrows raised. The King waited, knowing she wasn't finished.

"We ban them from the planet," everyone smiled, "And if they are caught within fifty feet of us, I will personally see to it that they are obliterated. AND, if their King," she sneered, "can't calmly negotiate with us, I will kill him myself if he ever tries to harm my family again!"

Everyone beamed at her reference to them being her family, but she didn't notice, narrowing her eyes at the table. They were all silent for a minute, watching the Queen. Her head snapped up, meeting their eyes.

"Meeting adjourned," Kenya stated firmly, turning her chair and looking out the massive window behind her. The King smiled at the back of the chair, waiting for the others to leave before standing, walking and looking down at the courtyard below. It was silent in the room for a few minutes. He turned, looking at Kenya with a small smile on his face. "Good job, child," he said softly, going over and helping her up from the chair when she tried to stand. The woman sighed, rubbing her belly. She suddenly grinned, looking over at him.

"Ya think!"

The King chuckled, patting her shoulder. "Yes, you did a better job than I would have!"

He watched her snort with laughter, a hand coming up to her mouth. "Well," she chuckled, "What else have I to do since I can't spar in my condition?"

The King smiled, shaking his head. "And the warriors thank God for small favors," he joked, chuckling again as she frowned, punching him in the arm. He rubbed the spot, grinning as the conference room doors opened. His son stepped through, his eyes immediately going to the woman. He didn't take his eyes off her as he strolled forward.

"How'd it go?" Vegeta asked, stopping and looking down at his wife. They both smirked as she put her hands on her waist. Er', semblance of a waist.

"You doubted me!?" she snapped, narrowing her eyes on her husband.

"No," he stated, watching her raise a brow. The King watched in amusement, slowly backing away towards the door to give the couple privacy. He softly closed the door after him, studying the floor for a moment before sighing, remembering how it was when he and his mate had first wed. Ah' young love! The King snickered a little, strolling away from the massive doors towards his chambers.

"I have a surprise for you," Vegeta murmured, watching as Kenya's eyes lit up. She smiled at him.

"Where!? Gimme!"

"It's not ready yet," he stated, laughing as the smile fell, her mouth pinching.

"Well then why the hell did you tell me about it!?" Kenya asked, narrowing her eyes and putting her hands on her waist.

Vegeta chuckled, watching as she pouted. "Why can't I have it now?" Kenya asked, glaring at him. "You got yours!" she stated, pointing to her stomach.

He chuckled again, reaching up and rubbing a thumb across her bottom lip. "I told you brat, it's not ready."

She scowled, muttering under her breath.

"What was that, minx?" he asked, watching in amusement as she tried to cross her arms, finally sighing and resting them on her belly.

"I said, will I like this surprise?"

"Yes," Vegeta stated, watching her raise a brow.

"How do you know?" she demanded, glaring as he smirked. He leaned towards her, whispering in her ear.

"Cuz' you'll be thanking me later," he murmured, kissing her neck.

"Not if I don't like it!" Kenya stated, gasping as his lips met her skin. She felt a shiver run through her. Vegeta laid a hand on her belly, his face buried in her neck.

"You will." He waited a moment. "Are the doors locked?" he whispered, feeling her shiver again as he ran a hand through her hair.

"No," Kenya gasped softly, laying a hand over his.

"Be right back," he murmured. He was gone for only a couple seconds. She felt him wrap his arms around her, settling up under her breast. She leaned back into him, content to stay like that for awhile. Vegeta had other plans. He reached up and gently squeezed her breasts. Kenya moaned, watching the sky darken as he slowly turned her towards him. He covered her mouth with his, gently lifting her and putting her on the table.

The conference room stayed locked for the rest of the night.

"Wait! Dammit I can't see!"

"Such language from a Queen!"

"You better damn well believe it!"

Vegeta chuckled, adjusting the blindfold again and walking behind her, directing her across the lookout. He watched in amusement as she held her hands out, even though he had her by the waist. She wasn't gonna fall anytime soon. He chuckled again as she stopped, putting her hands on her waist. Her belly poked out as she stood straight, the lower half of her face visible beneath the blindfold. A pout marred her features. He watched as she narrowed her brows.

"Why can't you just tell me!?" Kenya demanded, looking over her shoulder, even though she couldn't see.

"Because brat! Then it wouldn't be a surprise!"

He started steering her again, a small smile appearing as the couple came out of the main building. They beamed when they caught sight of Kenya.

"I'm gonna kick your ass if this is something stupid!" The Queen stated, her arms out in front of her again.

The couple in front of them silently laughed, their hands coming up to cover their mouths. He heard them snicker.

"What was that!?" Kenya demanded.

"Nothing minx, just keep walking. We're almost there."

"You better not be playing a joke on me!" she stated, putting her hands on his. Vegeta smirked.

"Now would I do that to you?" he asked, finally stopping in front of the couple and putting a finger to his lips.

"Yes!"

The man burst out laughing, his head thrown back as he chuckled. The woman smiled.

Kenya whipped off her blindfold at the sound. Her eyes bugged out.

"Mom? Dad?"

A/N: Wasn't that sweet of Vegeta to wish her parents' back!? I thought it would make a good part, especially the comical ending. Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not sure if I'm gonna leave it here, or keep going! Let me know what you think! This is for you, so you be the judges!

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