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Gohan is a full Saiyan that came to Earth with Goku. Grandpa Gohan named him after himself. He is the same age as Goku (20), and lives with him and his wife. Gohan is also Kadeta's boyfriend.

Goten is Gohan's son (strange I know). He's older than Trunks by about seven years. His mother was killed by Vegeta and Nappa shortly after he was born.

OOC people a lot of people

Disclamer

I Don't own DBZ or DBGT the only people I own are my made up charcaters and some of them I don't even own Kadeta does.

Chapter 1: The Legend

"But, Vegeta…" I whined as Vegeta once again denied my request.

"Woman, I'm tired of telling you this, you're not going with me."

"Why not? I mean, I can help you guys."

The prince snorted "Like you, a wolf, can help the Saiyans."

I glared at him, my bushy black tail swinging dangerously from side to side.

"Just let me come. I mean, Goku said I could go if you'd let me."

"I said no. And I mean it." Vegeta turned and continued packing his training uniforms into little capsules.

I dropped onto the bed, sighing in defeat. My wolfen ears swirled as I heard another Saiyans enter the room.

"So, Vegeta, are you letting Nightcall go with us?" Goku nodded in my direction.

"No, Kakarott, she's not going." Vegeta glanced at Goku," And I don't need you to help make decisions about my mate."

Goku held his hands up in defense.

"Alright I won't, but I do think you should let her go."

Vegeta rounded on Goku. "And why do you think that?"

"You said it yourself, she's your mate. You have to…uh…protect her."

Vegeta snorted again. "And what are you doing about that harpy of yours?"

"She's different."

"Really? How so?"

"Because, she's my wife not my mate."

I lay back on the bed, turning out the two Saiyans. I knew Vegeta couldn't let me go, but I wished that Goku could change his mind.

"Fine, she can go. Just get out of my hair about it."

Those words snapped me out of trance. Springing up from the bed, I turned to Vegeta. "Really?"

"Yes really. Now start packing."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him in my joy.

"Get off me or I might change my mind."

I let go of Vegeta and gave him a quick smile before turning and starting to pack. He and Goku left the room, talking about the new arrangements needed for me to come along with them on the trip.

Before long, I had packed both mine and Vegeta's clothes. I fell on the bed, exhausted from the labor.

A knock on the door warned me of the incoming human.

"Nightcall, dinner's ready." Bulma stood in the doorway.

"Thanks. Could you tell Vegeta I'm not eating with the Saiyans tonight?"

"Oh, he insists that you do. He's the one that sent me to fetch you."

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I groaned. "Tell him I'll be there in five."

"Fine."

As soon as the door clicked shut, I stood and began searching for something to wear. I finally settled on my black leather outfit. A corset top and skintight pants adorned my body. I let my black hair tumble down over my shoulders.

I put on black lipstick and eye shadow. Looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed all the black really highlighted my amber eyes.

I made my way to the dining hall in the west wing. Opening the French doors, I stalked into the room. The eyes of al the Saiyan widened at the sight of me.

I smirked at Vegeta, who stood at the hand of the table gawking at me. I walked up to him, braced my hands against him chest, and planted a kiss on his cheek. My lipstick (A special type that replenishes itself but can come off) smeared across his cheek.

I took my seat and nodded to the other Saiyans. They blinked and went back to their food.

Vegeta sat back down, but continued to gawk.

"Veg, stop staring."

He slowly returned his gaze to his food. Picking up a chicken leg, Vegeta began eating.

I smirked. I knew wearing this would bring this reaction.

"Miss Nightcall…"

"Yes?"

"Aren't you going to eat?"

I laughed in spite of myself. Except the Saiyan who fathered Goku to ask if I was going to eat. "Yes, I am going to eat."

"Okay, good."

Leaning over to Vegeta, I laid my chin on his shoulder, I reached out to grab a chicken leg.

"Nightcall, why did you have to wear that particular outfit?"

My tail swung taunting from side to side "Because I knew you'd like it."

"Yeah, me and the rest of the world." Vegeta grumbled to himself.

We continued our meal, me eating off of Vegeta's plate, for over an hour. Bulma announced dessert, giving me a little glare before walking out.

Thirty minutes later, Vegeta stood up. The gaze of everyone in the hall (except me) turned to him. I continued to munch on the happles Vegeta had piled on his plate. (A happle is like an apple, except the outside is blue, the inside is red, and if you eat one you're totally full.)

"I called you here, not just for dinner, but to announce that I have decided to Nightcall, my mate, with us. I'm warning you now, you touch her, and I will kill you."

I stifled a laugh. Vegeta and I both knew that I'd be that one killing the Saiyan warriors, if the chance presented itself.

During Vegeta's speech, I drifted in and out of reality. I looked around, noticing that, while Bardock and Raditz sat next to one another, Goku sat at Vegeta's right, across from his father, like a fateful servant. This confused me a little, but I let it go.

Nappa was placed farthest from Vegeta, at the end of the table, Turles across from him. Gohan was at Goku's right, his son Goten on his other side.

Suddenly, all the Saiyans began to rise from their seats and start towards the door. Vegeta helped me to my feet and we followed the others out into the hallway. Outside the door stood a very pissed half Saiyan, half Hellion princess.

"Kadeta! What are you doing here!" I called, wrapping her in a hug.

"How come I wasn't invited?"

"Because you're not a Saiyan, and you're not going with us."

"Vegeta, she is half Saiyan. Give her some credit. Hey! Can she come with us! And Kiwi!"

Vegeta gave me an odd look. "Kiwi? That's her name?"

"Yeah, she's another Saiyan. And a very good friend of mine." I nodded to add emphasis to my statement.

"No, Nightcall. I don't want any more women in this than I need. It's bad enough that I have you going along." I glared at him.

"Well, I'm going whether or you like it or not, Veggie-man." Kadeta spit out.

Vegeta snorted. "What makes you think that? After all, you are nothing but a woman."

"Yet, I'm a princess. The princess of Hellions, at that." Kadeta smirked at the shocked look on Vegeta's face. "Yeah, I thought so."

Vegeta threw a comment back at her. I watched them fight for a few minutes, occasionally throwing an insult at one or the other, before heading back to Vegeta's and my room.

I collapsed on the bed the moment I entered the room. The ceiling seemed very interesting at the moment, so I stared at it for a few hours. I didn't notice when the door was opened and someone came in.

I felt the bed move as the person sat down. I stared at the ceiling until a head of mess, ebony hair moved into my view. The Saiyan's black eyes smiled at me.

"Goku?" I asked, realizing how tired I was.

He nodded. "Yup, it's me." He lent down and kissed my forehead.

At first I was surprised that Goku even enter this room without Vegeta in here, let alone kiss me. After all, Vegeta was very protective over me. But when I heard a second voice in the room, my surprise disappeared.

"Hurry up, Kakarott." Vegeta said gruffly, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Hold your horses, Vegeta." Suddenly, I was wrapped in a warm blanket, two strong arms holding me close.

Goku carried me into the hall, where Kadeta stood, leaning against the wall in a very Vegeta-like fashion.

"Hey Night, I got Veggie here to let me and kiwi come along with you guys. It's amazing what a few ki blasts to the chest can do. Especially if they're mine. Ain't that right Vegeta?

Vegeta grumbled something incoherent in response. I smiled, now understanding why Vegeta was allowing Goku to carry me. He was too injured to do so himself.

I snuggled up close to Goku's chest, allowing sleep to take over. Blurry images flashed before my eyes. I recognized a few of them to be Goku and Vegeta sparring. Others were of Vegeta and me together, before and after we were mated. He would often throw a punch or a kick in my direction, testing my patients. There were more images, but I could not see them clearly enough to know what they were.

After a couple hours, I could feel myself being set down. I sharpened my senses in time to hear, "Is it true Vegeta?"

"I can't tell you that."

"What? What are you guys talking about?"

"It seems that one of the other Saiyans has discovered that a reversal of mates can actually take place."

"What? How?"

"If another Saiyan bite over the first Saiyan's bond mark, the mate of the first Saiyan is now the mate of the second, the first forgotten."

"Can't the first Saiyan get his mate back?"

"No, the process is irreversible."