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While Vegeta had had his eyes closed, head thrown back and teeth gritted to keep out sound, he had connected with the other Saiya-jin to see if he'd respond. And what better way to do that than to send the most pleasurable images you could think of. The other Saiya-jin did respond and he was almost able to pinpoint him had he not suddenly blocked him right before he came. It was almost funny, considering the man seemed to do nothing to try and contact him back. Vegeta could only think what the other could be doing at that moment. This was the first time he was able to contact him so easily.

As a matter of fact, he'd been able to contact the man several times over the past 3 years while he had transferred to the local university. The woman under him went unconscious as soon as he was finished spurting his seed. He stood and walked to the window; a little surprised she had been able to last this long without real sleep. He lit a cigarette and lifted the shade a bit, squinting at the sudden light but glad there was something else that could be on his mind instead of suppressing the hard-on he still had.

As he took a drag, he noticed one of his knuckles had a cut on them. He grinned sheepishly as he remembered what happened earlier that day and what the outcome was. He'd almost forgotten that a Saiya-jin lived for the fight and nothing else (maybe nothing else except food). When the fight was over, he'd wanted to do it again, and again, and again just until his blood level sank. He felt the most alive he ever had in years.and it was all because someone was able to hit him back.

Spring knew the man and she had to know his whereabouts. From the looks of her, she might have even had the pleasure of sleeping with the spiky haired person. Well, whatever, he'd find out. He looked out the window and was shocked to see the woman from the night before walking down the street with tears in her eyes. She was holding her belly (that would explain the long skirt; she was obviously pregnant) and moaning about her feet. A bus was about to pass her by but she was too far away from a stop to make it; and rather she was with child or not, she knew he wouldn't stop.

Vegeta furrowed his brow in concern. Where the hell was this.Goku who had been able to strike Vegeta and still live. He bit his lip and took another pull. Fighting an internal battle, he eventually sighed and searched around the darkened room for his clothes. If Goku wouldn't help the poor woman, he would. _________________________________________________________________

Jessenia waddled down the street, hearing the bus behind her but not wanting to run because she was already hot, tired and agitated. Her boss at her day job made her goes on leave when he caught her sitting again because the babies were getting heavy. She had managed to hide it from everyone except Spring, Goku, and Bobby and even now, everyone gave her weird looks while she rubbed her abdomen. They probably thought she was getting fat, just like she told everyone else. She hadn't even told her parents she was pregnant yet.

Her mother would have a heart attack that her 19-year-old daughter was pregnant again and deciding to have them without a man in her life and her father would refuse to speak to her. Thank God for Goku. He was the only one who never judged her; he was just there when she needed him and went about his own business.and that's what she loved him for.

Someone beeped at her from behind and she growled, agitated. She turned, ready to give the man a blister when she saw it was the asshole from last night. She stopped and put her hands on her hips. Even though it was killing her poor feet to do so, she sucked it up to hear what he had to say.

"What do you want, asshole?"

"To give you a ride, bitch."

"I don't need a fuckin' ride. And how the hell did you find me?"

He pointed to an apartment building she'd passed about a block back. "I was in there looking out the window when I recognized you." His eyes settled pointedly on her stomach. "Does Goku know?"

"He's not the father." Vegeta snorted but didn't apologize; it just wasn't his style. "Why are you trying to give me a ride?"

"I don't know. You're Spring's best friend aren't you?"

"No."

"Well. I guess I'll go then." He pulled the gearshift to drive away.

"Wait." He looked up expectantly. "Don't tell Goku, if you see him, that I got in the car with you, okay?"

"Fine with me." She shuffled forward, cautious but grateful she didn't have to walk. Once they were in traffic, he lit a cigarette. She snatched it out of his mouth and put it in the ashtray.

"It's bad for my baby."

Vegeta grinned but didn't say anything while sliding on his sunglasses. _______________________________________________________

"Damn it, woman!" Vegeta yelled after her third outburst.

"Sorry," she meekly answered, not expecting him to lose it.

"Why would you and Goku choose a place to go to work and school so far away from home?" He got out the car and slammed the door, but then had enough courtesy to open the door for her. She came out, a little cautious but not saying anything. "What floor do you live on?"

"The top."

Vegeta looked at her, realizing a mood swing when there was one. "What the hells matter with you?" He looked up at the building and mistakenly let out an 'eep'.

"See, to us short people, the building is fifty feet high." She stepped forward confidently, seeing his shock.

"How tall is it?"

"80," she laughed and opened the door.

For a moment, he stared at the building as something hit him. "Did you just call me short?" Hearing no answer, he realized she had already went into the building and headed inside. He caught the elevator just as she got on. As soon as she caught sight of him, she began grinning madly. "I AM NOT SHORT, woman."

"Ok. But, if you and I are eye-to-eye, there's a problem." The people in the elevator beside them cowered in the corner as Vegeta's face turned an interesting shade of purple. The moment he opened his mouth, the elevator dinged and she stepped off, him picking up speed to follow. Just before he was about to bite her head off, she turned. "I'm warning you. Goku may be home by now. I know he wasn't feeling well because of you this morning and he called ahead on my cell phone to tell me as much already. Keep your voice and manner humble, you hear me?"

Vegeta's face swelled with rage but he nodded regally.

"Ok then." They went down the hall to room 812. She put the key in the lock and looked at him. "What's your name again?"

His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared, as this was the 6th time he told her his name in an hour. "Ve-ge-ta."

"Sorry." She rolled her eyes as she opened the door and motioned him inside. In the other room, grunts and punctuated shouts could be heard. "Hold on, he's training." She walked into the next room. "Goku!" The sounds stopped and there was some murmuring heard. He heard a 'WHAT' and then the room went silent again.

Jessenia walked in with a huge smile on her face, followed by Goku who had a small towel draped over his bare shoulders. He was wearing a smile as well, but Vegeta could tell his was more by force. Around his waist curled something brown and furry.

"Vegeta, thank you for bringing Jessenia home. I knew she was going to do something like this." He narrowed his eyes in mild animosity at her but his good mood returned. "Is there anything I can do to repay you?"

Vegeta opened his mouth to speak but Jessenia cut him off. "To save you the trouble of delving in my best friend's pockets, Vegeta, how about I offer you a free meal at the diner. On the house?"

Vegeta was going to say he would rather have left instead of anything else but found this more intriguing. Saiya-jin's never ignored a free meal. "I was going to say nothing but I never refuse a meal."

Jessenia's eyes widened as she realized what she just volunteered. She swallowed the string of curses that were about to come to her mouth and smiled at him in fakery. "Well, I'll see you tonight then."

He nodded and made his way to the door. Just before letting himself out, he looked at Goku and focused on the thing around his waist. Goku was instantly wary. "Where did you learn to train, Goku?"

"With my grandfather in Japan."

"You are Japanese?"

"Yes."

The prince turned smugly and crossed his arms in front of his chest. His tail itched slightly for the love of the challenge. "Prove it."

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

"Speak some Japanese."

"Are you Japanese?"

Vegeta bit his tongue to not tell the other about his true origin. "I was raised there, yes."

"Then why do I have to prove myself to you? You should know just by looking at me that I am from there."

"Where were you raised?"

"About 100 miles off from Satan City."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes, as it was there he had crash-landed. "How old are you?"

"What is this? 20 Questions?"

"I'm just curious."

"You weren't curious last night when you came at me." Goku stepped forward in challenge and Vegeta didn't back down. Instead, the Saiya-jin no Ouji closed the distance between the two until their chests were near touching.

"And because I kicked your ass then, I won't hesitate to do it now!"

"Boys!" Jessenia shouted. The only acknowledgement she got was that Goku's tail slightly unfurled from his waist. "If you want to fight, either do it in the exercise room and miss lunch or have lunch that I'll cook and be nice."

Both men turned and looked at her at the mention of food. Goku shrugged and backed down, walking directly into the exercise room and slamming the door behind him. Jessenia and Vegeta met eyes before she nodded towards the kitchen. He snarled but followed her anyway. She opened and slammed some cabinets, taking down things as she went. Vegeta took a seat at a stool that was right in front of the counter. He didn't say anything as she put a pot full of water on and began chopping up various vegetables.

"I don't know what you're doing to him but he's suddenly turned into the meanest thing ever."

Vegeta didn't respond but eyed what she was doing. She looked to be cooking food for a small army. "Why so much?"

"I know that Goku's a Hoover when it comes to sucking down food and Spring told me briefly about what you ate last night. It seems that you and him are basically evenly matched when it comes to food."

"I can easily out eat him."

She snorted and put on a huge pot of water and began rinsing some rice. "According to Spring. That bitch has been leading Goku around on a leash for the longest time now. She insults him everyday, knowing that he has a crush on her and then running to him when one of her boyfriends treat her like shit."

"She's a whore."

She laughed as she bent over to look for cooking oil. "Don't I know it? Speaking of, did she get home ok?"

"I don't know. I think she's still sleeping at my place."

"Worked her that hard, did you?"

"She lasted longer than most women have. I'm surprised she didn't bleed as many times as she rode me like a horse."

"And from the way you looked at me when you picked me up, I'd say she didn't do a very good job of softening your dick."

"Of course not. No woman ever has. At the end of the day, my hand still remains my best friend."

She glanced him over at his blunt statement and picked up the cordless phone. "Call her and tell her where you are."

"Why?"

She shrugged and went back to cooking. "She may be worried. If you still had a woody this morning, then she must be exhausted."

Vegeta grinned and punched in his number. The phone rang about twice before a groggily sounding female picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Spring."

"Vegeta?" He almost felt her looking around the room and realizing he wasn't there. "Where are you?"

"Listen Spring. Get out my house." Jessenia raised an eyebrow and bit her lip to keep from laughing at his tone.

"Excuse me?"

"Get out of my house and make sure the door is locked. I'll call back in about 15 minutes and if you're still there, I'm going to kill you."

"How dare-," the phone went dead. Spring looked around the room before determining he was serious and got her things together.

At Goku's house, Jessenia was doubled over with laughter. Vegeta couldn't understand at what. "What's so funny?"

Jessenia laughed so hard, she fell on the floor clutching her stomach. She sounded as though she were dying and apparently, someone else thought so too because Goku burst in the room. He dropped to his knees beside his friend and took in her state. There were tears in her eyes, she was writhing crazily on the kitchen floor mat and she was clutching her swelled stomach. He looked up at Vegeta with murder in his eyes and came at him, effectively pinning him against the wall before sound could escape.

"I'm going to kill you! What did you do to her?"

"Goku.no.Go," she laughed harder. Instead of going to her, Goku pressed Vegeta against the wall harder but the smaller man didn't seem fazed.

"Let me go."

"Not until you tell me what you did to her first."

Jessenia stood up with great difficulty and was still wheezing. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing again. "Vegeta." She breathed deeply and looked at them seriously, realizing that Goku had the other man hemmed up against the wall. "Vegeta just called Spring and did something funny, that's all."

Goku looked from the quietly enraged Vegeta to the red faced Jessenia and slowly let the shorter man's feet touch the ground. Vegeta took this opportunity to punch Goku so hard, he broke the door joining the two rooms.

"Vegeta, no!"

He bent down and picked Goku up with one hand, holding him in midair. "Don't you ever put your hands on me you pathetic worthless piece of human shit!"

From behind him, Jessenia watched in awe as a tail just like Goku's made itself known from Vegeta's back. It was swinging lazily from side to side, as though annoyed with everything. Her eyes widened as she realized it must have been Vegeta's presence that Goku was feeling all along. And amongst all this, Goku was slowly suffocating at trying to release the other Saiya- jin's grip from around his neck. Not knowing what to do, Jessenia grabbed the end of its wavering length and yanked with all her might.

Vegeta howled in pain, dropping Goku and wrapped his tail around his waist to face its harasser with murder in his eyes. She grinned sheepishly and ran for the kitchen. He narrowed his eyes at her like a demon but didn't chase. Instead, his eyes settled on Goku's nearly conscious form. Apparently, he hadn't noticed the exchange and was putting all his energy into retrieving the air his body had just lost. His eyes focused on the brown furry thing that was no long around his waist but was now on the floor beside the man and twitching. His eyes widened in shock as he realized this was the Saiya-jin he'd been searching for and Vegeta was about to kill him. No wonder the man was powerful enough to put bruises on him.

Vegeta backed up slowly to the door when the man began to rise and his tail behind him wagged in excitement. This is what Saiya-jin's lived for and he knew now the other man was focused on the fight; he knew that no one but Vegeta could provide it. Vegeta turned away from the sight and let himself out of the apartment, eager to get his mind together before he really did something he regretted to the other only Saiya-jin left in the cosmos.

When the door slammed behind him, Goku fell back again, coughing. Jessenia came up to him and kneeled at his form, a little surprised on what she'd found.

"Goku?"

"Not now Jessi."

"Goku, but I think you'd really like to know this." His black eyes landed on her and unlike everyone else, she didn't flinch. Most people, because they saw his smile first, weren't alarmed by the color of his eyes but if he was serious, they bluntly feared him. Jessenia was even fooled sometimes by his idiotic grin. It almost made her forget that he was an alien from another planet but had no memory of it.

"What is it?"

"He.um.did you have that weird feeling in your stomach again?"

He rolled his eyes and closed them just to humor her. He didn't want to say.wait a moment. His eyes snapped open and she grinned. "How did you know?"

"Goku. I think that guy, Vegetable or whatever his name was, was from your planet."

He looked at her and she smiled, contented to tell him this information. "How do you know? And if he was, why would he be so violent with me on our first encounter?"

"I don't know, but I'm almost sure he's from there."

"Vegeta-sei? You can't prove that."

"Yes I can."

"Well, we probably won't see him again so it doesn't matter."

"Oh, I doubt that." He glanced over at her and noticed her grinning smugly. "Remember, I promised him a free meal. I think he'll show up at the diner some day this week. And if I know any Saiya-jin, which I do, his stomach will attract him at any time."

Goku stayed quiet as a thought entered his head. "Jessenia, what if he wants to take me back? What if that's the reason he's contacted me in the first place?"

Jessenia looked at him and grinned. "You think you can take me with you?"

Goku snorted but sniffed the air. "The arroz con condules is burning."

"Con Mielda!" She stood and ran into the kitchen. ________________________________________________________