There was something different about Bra that evening. He noticed it immediately. Her scent had changed, just slightly. He raised the bowl of rice, shoveling it into his face as fast as he could, doing his level best to imitate the clown. Bulma rested her hands on his shoulders, kneading the tense muscles.

"Goku! My word, I haven't seen you so stressed in a long time. What's happened?"

He glanced up at her, mouth full of rice, and grinned around it. "N'ff'n!" He swallowed. "I'm fine! Just practiced myself into knots, is all."

She continued to caress him; he allowed it. It did feel good. Slowly, he relaxed under her ministrations, listening all the time to the very faint growling coming from the sulky teen at the end of the table, noticing how the scent sharpened. It seemed the mother wasn't the only one who intended to have Goku as her own.

He ran his mind quickly over his options. He needed an excuse to stay here this evening, so that he would be able to take the girl to his prince the next morning. Either that, or an excuse to arrive bright and early the next morning. He relaxed a bit more, purring absently as Bulma continued her massage.

"Why don't you just tell him you want to fuck him, Mother?"

The hands on his shoulders stopped their movement as the woman behind him went nearly as stiff as he felt. "How dare you, young lady! Go to your room! Right now!"

"Make me." The young demi-Saiyan growled, now quite loud enough for her mother to hear. "It's true, and you know it. You want his body."

A chill raced down his spine at the very knowing look the girl gave him. Kakarot realized immediately that she knew about her mother's experiments. "Bra, don't be silly. Your mom's my best friend in the world!" he made himself say.

"I wouldn't say that, Kakarot," she purred. "I wouldn't say that at all."

Kakarot blanched. He couldn't help it. Bra never called him Kakarot. Always Goku. And her scent had just sharpened considerably. The girl was in her cycle - and it was different for females.

"Go to your room, Bra." Bulma's voice was ice-cold. "You'll find what you need there."

"I have what I need right in front of me, Mother." The last word was a definite insult. "Kakarot. A Saiyan male."

He drew back, not having expected so much venom from the girl. But he twisted in shock to look up at Bulma. "He belongs to me. You know that. You'll find what you need upstairs."

He had to take a moment to admire her courage. Of course, she didn't know he was Kakarot, not Goku. "Ladies?" he asked, his voice a morass of confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"My daughter has just hit Saiyan puberty," Bulma replied calmly. "What she needs to get through it is waiting for her in her room."

"Oh. Uh…" Kakarot's mind raced. She needed a male - one that could keep up with her. "What?"

"Your son," Bulma replied simply, "is repaying our family a favor."

Kakarot exploded from his chair, racing for the stairs. He knocked the door to Bra's room down, to find it empty. He shot a quick look around, taking in the princess pink shades the room was decorated in, then checked the closet and bathroom. His son was not there. "Gohan?"

The scent caught him by surprise, as did the swishing of the metal door that replaced the wooden one he'd broken. Bra purred, "No, Kakarot. Gohan isn't here."

He backed away slightly. "Bra? Why did your mom say he was? And what was that with me belonging to her. I don't either!"

She kept purring, moving closer, and shedding her clothes as she came. When he found himself unexpectedly up against the bed, he fell into it. She covered him an instant later, nuzzling against his neck. "She thought he was. I had Trunks take him home, though. I want you."

He reached up to push her off, found himself stroking her skin instead. Her scent was overwhelming. If he had been the idiot, he'd already be naked and joined with her. Instead, he rolled, pinning her slim body beneath his. "And belonging to her? Why did she say I belonged to her?"

She just laughed, tugging his belt loose. "She thinks you do. We both know better, don't we, Kakarot? Mother isn't a Saiyan, not at all. Not like me." Her hands slid inside his clothes, worming his shirt off. "And you can take me out of here, can't you? My room's just like the GR, only stronger. She modified it after she found out about the change. Modified it to be able to keep me trapped in here with Gohan or Trunks until I was pregnant, so she could have another little Saiyan half-breed to study.

"Did you know she studied my father?" His shirt was off, her hands skimmed over his skin as she looked up at him. "She ran all kinds of tests on my father. Even took him to a special laboratory, bred him with other humans so she could study the fetuses."

Kakarot blanched. Bra knew about that as well? "What?"

"The GR was a laboratory too, although my father didn't realize that. All he knew was that it made him stronger, so he used it constantly. She gassed him, took him to this other place." Her hands strayed, began pushing his pants down. "And she kept him so well-drugged that he did everything he was told to do, no matter how icky. But if he didn't, then he was punished. I watched. Mother had me watch so I would know what would happen if I didn't obey her. She was so angry when you went and fetched him out and blew up her lab. But nobody knew it was hers, so she didn't get in trouble."

Kakarot drew back. "Bulma… she was the one who… did all that… who made him have those nightmares!"

She took the opportunity to shove his pants down over his hips, and hooked her toes in them to pull them completely off. "Yes. As soon as he finally came back home, she started more tests. Those ones included Goten, of course, as soon as it became obvious that he was staying. She was elated when she realized he was pregnant - and she knew that long before she delivered the child. But, she had to be careful with you."

"Why?"

"Simple, Kakarot." She turned them so that she straddled him, leaning forward to nip at his jawbone. His tail rose, wrapping around her waist, guiding her. "She wants you."

He rocked his hips slightly, grazing her. "So?"

She tried to sink down on him, his tail tightened to hold her in place. Bra frowned, then raked her nails lightly down his chest and stomach. He gasped. She smiled. "She wants something from you."

"What?" He was hard-pressed not to give in to the teasing, taunting girl over him. Her scent was overwhelming him, but she wasn't yet in need. Not great enough for him to give her what she so obviously sought, at any rate. Kakarot bucked again, giving her just a little taste of what she wanted. "What does she want?"

"Ah, Kakarot." Again, nails trailed their way over his body. "She wants you. Mind, body, and soul, the way Chi-Chi never had you. So tied to her that you'd do anything she asked if it would keep her happy. Even breed her a small army of demi-Saiyans."

"What?!" He shoved her back, standing, but keeping his tail wrapped around her waist. "An army of demi-Saiyans?"

"Bred from me, my brother, your sons, and your granddaughter," Bra told him with a wicked smile, continuing to caress him. "I thought you should know my mother plans to rule the world. She's got all the money she could ever use, but she's been gathering power. She just needs an army - and even a demi-Saiyan child is a powerful weapon. And you, of course, would protect her from us."

"How do you know all of this?" His mind was in such turmoil that her scent and touch were no longer affecting him as much.

"Simple. First off, I saw the torture she put my father through. And second, I'm a hacker. I got into her files. Her private files. So I visited that particular lab, and read through every last bit of information that was in it."

"You didn't do anything?"

"And the very next day, Goten burned everything up." A very cold, calculating look was in her eyes now, one that reminded him of Vegeta. "I happen to be able to tell the difference between Goku and you, Kakarot. You are here to get me out, aren't you? Mom talked Gohan into being here to repay the family favor, so that I wouldn't cross-breed with my brother.

"But I told Trunks last night what I'd found out, told him about Gohan. Trunks, Gohan, and Pan are somewhere else. They're all shielding. I'd be picked up, too young to be away from my parents, so I stayed when they left. Besides, you needed to be warned."

"I already knew. Trunks gave me a package of pictures this morning." He hadn't seen or sensed the young demi-Saiyan since, he realized suddenly. He stretched his senses, searching. "They must be shielding very well."

Fingers ruffled through his tail. He gasped, getting a full dose of her scent. He pulled her close, tumbling them onto the bed.

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Jewel doesn't feel like writing a lemon. Use your imagination. It's probably better anyhow.