Chapter 1:
" Oh Goku, why must you always leave me behind." My meekly voice echoed the walls of the empty Son house, that was once inhabited by food crazy saiyans. " Gohan has his family to take care of, so I can understand that… but am I such a horrible person that you only come to eat and then leave." My slender hand rubbed my aching forehead, causing my midnight hair to fall in front of my face, as if trying it were trying to block me from the outside world. " I cook, I clean, and what do I get? ' Oh honey me and Piccolo are going to train!' or ' Oh Chichi, I was going to train with Vegeta!' I'm sick of it all!" I screamed in sorrow.
" I just- I just-" I stopped talking when I heard a loud noise. ' It's probably Goku again asking for damn food! I swear one of these days he's going to realize how much he misses me when I'm gone! Or when there's no one to cook for him or clean after him or take care of our children! But I thought he and Vegeta where going to train on another planet for a month, so who...' The noise came again but was louder. I let out an annoyed sigh, and forced my tired feet to move toward the kitchen. Just as I was about to enter the kitchen doorway a large hand slapped me across my face, which sent me flying across the room and smashing into the counter. I shrieked, both frightened and in pain.
" SHUT UP! Woman, where is my brother Kakarotto!? I can't feel his ki anywhere," A deep voice snarled.
At first I thought it had been Vegeta because of the 'woman' insult. But when I lifted my eyes to the figure towering over me did I realize he looked exactly like my husband.
" WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?? YOU COME IN MY HOUSE AND INSULT ME! THEN YOU HIT ME AND EXPECT ME TO COOPERATE WITH YOU?!" I yelled angrily. ' What a prick-' suddenly in a blink of an eye he held me against him, his noise twitched a few times. ' Is he- is he sniffing me?' I moved my head as far as I could to get away from the looming figure. ' Oh Goku, where are you when I really need you!!' I was angry. I was angry at Goku because he never been there when I needed him, like right now. I was angry at myself for being so stupid at getting caught so easily. And I was angry at the Goku- look-a-like because he was treating me like garbage. " Look buddy, who the hell is Ca-Car-rot and what do you want?"
" You smell of him, you must be his mate," He smirked down at me, like a predator stalking his prey, looking nothing my Goku's adorable happy smile that usually lit his face. " He chose well, even if you are human. Your beauty makes up for it." He pressed me closer and I froze when he nuzzled his face into my neck.
But just as I began to push away, there was something that had tightened around my waist. I looked down, I nearly shrieked again. ' He has a tail! Just like Go-kun had long ago! Co-could he be a saiyan too?' I tried to push again but it was no use, he wouldn't let go. " Wait until Goku gets here! He'll-,"
" Who's Go-ku?"
" My Husband!" I tried to smash my head against his chin but he was faster.
" Oh so you call Kakarotto, Goku. Doesn't matter we will have him! Maybe I'll take you to, I could always use a play toy…" He chuckled at my enraged face.
"…Or a mate. My name is Turles, eldest son of Bardock, brother to Radditz and Kakarotto. I am also a Saiyan, and my orders are to bring my youngest brother, Kakarotto, to my father. NOW! Tell me where he is or else, this isn't gonna be pretty!" He snarled into my face.
" Knock it off Turs! It's my time to play anyway!" A ruff-toned voice came from outside. A familiar, figure entered the kitchen.
" It's YOU!" I pointed to the sneering saiyan.
" Oh Goku, why must you always leave me behind." My meekly voice echoed the walls of the empty Son house, that was once inhabited by food crazy saiyans. " Gohan has his family to take care of, so I can understand that… but am I such a horrible person that you only come to eat and then leave." My slender hand rubbed my aching forehead, causing my midnight hair to fall in front of my face, as if trying it were trying to block me from the outside world. " I cook, I clean, and what do I get? ' Oh honey me and Piccolo are going to train!' or ' Oh Chichi, I was going to train with Vegeta!' I'm sick of it all!" I screamed in sorrow.
" I just- I just-" I stopped talking when I heard a loud noise. ' It's probably Goku again asking for damn food! I swear one of these days he's going to realize how much he misses me when I'm gone! Or when there's no one to cook for him or clean after him or take care of our children! But I thought he and Vegeta where going to train on another planet for a month, so who...' The noise came again but was louder. I let out an annoyed sigh, and forced my tired feet to move toward the kitchen. Just as I was about to enter the kitchen doorway a large hand slapped me across my face, which sent me flying across the room and smashing into the counter. I shrieked, both frightened and in pain.
" SHUT UP! Woman, where is my brother Kakarotto!? I can't feel his ki anywhere," A deep voice snarled.
At first I thought it had been Vegeta because of the 'woman' insult. But when I lifted my eyes to the figure towering over me did I realize he looked exactly like my husband.
" WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?? YOU COME IN MY HOUSE AND INSULT ME! THEN YOU HIT ME AND EXPECT ME TO COOPERATE WITH YOU?!" I yelled angrily. ' What a prick-' suddenly in a blink of an eye he held me against him, his noise twitched a few times. ' Is he- is he sniffing me?' I moved my head as far as I could to get away from the looming figure. ' Oh Goku, where are you when I really need you!!' I was angry. I was angry at Goku because he never been there when I needed him, like right now. I was angry at myself for being so stupid at getting caught so easily. And I was angry at the Goku- look-a-like because he was treating me like garbage. " Look buddy, who the hell is Ca-Car-rot and what do you want?"
" You smell of him, you must be his mate," He smirked down at me, like a predator stalking his prey, looking nothing my Goku's adorable happy smile that usually lit his face. " He chose well, even if you are human. Your beauty makes up for it." He pressed me closer and I froze when he nuzzled his face into my neck.
But just as I began to push away, there was something that had tightened around my waist. I looked down, I nearly shrieked again. ' He has a tail! Just like Go-kun had long ago! Co-could he be a saiyan too?' I tried to push again but it was no use, he wouldn't let go. " Wait until Goku gets here! He'll-,"
" Who's Go-ku?"
" My Husband!" I tried to smash my head against his chin but he was faster.
" Oh so you call Kakarotto, Goku. Doesn't matter we will have him! Maybe I'll take you to, I could always use a play toy…" He chuckled at my enraged face.
"…Or a mate. My name is Turles, eldest son of Bardock, brother to Radditz and Kakarotto. I am also a Saiyan, and my orders are to bring my youngest brother, Kakarotto, to my father. NOW! Tell me where he is or else, this isn't gonna be pretty!" He snarled into my face.
" Knock it off Turs! It's my time to play anyway!" A ruff-toned voice came from outside. A familiar, figure entered the kitchen.
" It's YOU!" I pointed to the sneering saiyan.