Till We Meet Again By: HopePoe26

Ch. 2

The Past. 23 Years Ago.

Vegeta stood in front of a white Victorian house that if any other person would've looked closely, he or she would've realized that this was not some simple house. This was a bordello. He went into the front porch and proceeded to knock on the door. A tantalizing smile met his dark eyes and soon he was in.

On the other side of town, Radditz was about to settle into his cot for the night when a dark brown boot connected to his knee. He stood up in alarm.

"What?!" "Oh it's you. What do you want Sakura?" – he rubbed his tired eyes and stretched.

Sakura tried to look the other way as she knew he was wearing only his training shorts on. Instead of succumbing to her desires of lust, she said...

"Where's your brother Kakarott?" – he flinched for he suddenly realized that he was nowhere in sight and that he couldn't find his ki anywhere around them.

"He was here a minute ago." – she snorted.

"I thought so." – she stepped out of the tent to give him some sort of privacy. They were alone, after all.

Their military company was long gone, redirecting itself to their new target: Tosov, capital of Vegeta-sei which was currently under the hand of The Ice-jin empire. That's why they were currently on war. They were trying to gain their home-world back to the rightful owners.

The reason why they had split from their troop was because Vegeta's father had demanded to see his only son and said that only two of his closest 'friends' were to come with him into town. So, Radditz and her had been elected. And of course, Radditz little brother Kakarott had also been chosen as Radditz would never part anywhere without him.

They encapsulated their things and went out in search of Vegeta and Kakarott before deciding that they'd better split up before venturing any further into town.

Meanwhile... Kakarott had just spent half an hour trying to understand what was so important in that white Victorian house that seemed to draw Vegeta in without effort. His father's house was at the other side of town and she wanted to remain here no longer as this part of town made her stomach do summersaults.

She decided to move closer towards the window. She levitated into the air and was suddenly wishing she hadn't followed him. In the middle of the room stood a bunch of females, all of them from different races wearing nothing but their knickers and sometimes not even wearing them at all. She swallowed.

She decided she had seen enough and was about to leave when her foot made contact with the drying leaves. Then before she could do anything, a hand shot out and grabbed her by the cuff of her shirt. She found herself staring at a pair of dark brown eyes. Then she figured out that those dark brown eyes belonged to a burly male neko-jin.

"Looky look. I got me a young one to bed tonight." – then he went into the house with Kakarott hanging over his shoulder. She shuddered to think what the gay neko would do to her once he realized that she was not a he as she let others believe.

"Really Roshi, you cannot bring in every young mate-less saiyan you meet on the street in to fuck?!" – it was this outburst that caused Vegeta to do a double-take. He was on his way to bed with Bulma Briefs – one of the few whores who could actually please him even if she was a weak ningen – and then the 'young mate-less saiyan' rung deeply into his mind.

He got there just in time it seemed. But he didn't expect to see a face like Radditz's younger brother with the body of a young female saiyan. Her breasts were big and if he took the time to consider it, her breasts would fit perfectly into his big hands. But now was not the time to think of it as she cowered beneath the burly male neko as he raged that this was not what he wanted.

He growled out loud making 'Roshi' turn and then run away from the room without turning back cowering from him. He looked at the young girl who was suddenly very aware of her state of undress as her dark brown tail covered her sex just as the same way her arms did to her breasts.

"Kakarott?" – his voice low and dangerous threatening to snap if she said the wrong thing.

"Hai Vegeta-sama?" – she answered, her soft voice indicating her obvious embarrassment as well as her fear for what he might do to her now that her secret was out.

"You will get dress now." – with that he turned heel and decided to wait for her as a plan began to form in his mind.

When she came out, Vegeta was arguing in short tones with her brother Radditz. Her head hung in shame. Her brother was getting his ass kicked verbally just because of her desire to fight! She had to do something, but before she could even step in that direction, a hand grabbed her by the waist and wouldn't let go.

"Shh. It's me Kakarott, Sakura. Don't fight me." – she slumped and turned to her friend.

"You knew, didn't you?" – Sakura's dark brown eyes regarded her young companion silently before sighing.

"Yes. You are coming of age, and male saiyans don't smell the way a female saiyan does. I was wondering why Vegeta never sensed it though." – she said as she watched the scene playing out.

Then they were on the street. Kakarott walking next to her brother trying not to look as a girl, but failing miserably as Vegeta had taken away the binds that she usually put on to look a little bit more male than female- like. When they reached Vegeta's father's house, Kakarott felt the sudden need to run, but couldn't. She knew something in there was going to happen and she also knew she wasn't going to like it very much. Once inside, Vegeta ordered Radditz to stand by the door and to not let anyone in... or out.

"Son?" – Vegeta turned to look at his father and said...

"I think you just got your wish father." – both Vegetas' turned to see Kakarott standing in the doorway.

"How so? Are you willing to find a mate and marry?" – he leered at the young one and scowled at the older female saiyan knowing she was protecting the young one from him? Ah, it could also be that maybe the brat wasn't meant for him. Oh well.

"Hai. I've found my mate at the most unexpected places father." – with that he moved his hand beckoning Kakarott to his side. She shivered perceptively and this made father and son aroused although the latter was still wishing deep into the confines of his mind that it wouldn't have to be her. Anyone but her. Yet, she was the one. She was young, untouched and untamed. Also very innocent and though he could fix that on their wedding night, he felt his heart tighten at the thought. But right at the minute; he wanted her to feel safe not scared to face him.

"Her? I guess it's better than a whore at some bordello. But are you sure, you'd be ready to bond to her Vegeta?" – he wasn't sure but he nodded anyway. Kakarott didn't understand the grave situation she was in, but it didn't matter.

"I want to marry her now." – with that Sakura turned away from them and started to search for a phone number of a priest. She couldn't believe her friend Vegeta was about to do something as reckless as this, but it was probably for the best because as soon as morning came, Kakarott's honor would be in shambles. It was better this way.

-

The priest came and went after doing his business and still Kakarott did not understand. She didn't understand when Radditz had stormed out into the night to be away from them and she didn't have a clue as to why she was being washed by Sakura with milk. She had said it was a ritual her family had, and one that she was going to follow to the tee with her, even if they weren't family... yet. When she rose from the bath, she was led to Vegeta's rooms and left to her own devices. Meanwhile Vegeta was having a fight with his ex-best friend: Radditz outside the house.

"Why her?! Of all the people Vegeta, why her?" – he hissed low at him and he found himself wanting to finish it off. Wishing he could just kick the shit out of Vegeta, but knowing he could not for although he was stronger than others; Vegeta was still the strongest of them all.

"You lied Radditz. Take a good look at your sister, because after tomorrow she is mine forever." – and with that he retired from the living room.