--gah, I hadta reformat my computer, so I lost all the stories I'd been working on… so now I have to begin from where I left off with this, I'm sorry for the wait again… I'm really bad at updating ;; and the whole trip to Alaska is just killer with writing these things... I'm not quitting on this story, or any of my other ones, I'm just a slow updater... i hope you enjoy this chapter -
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, or any characters involved... I just manipulate
"Father, Let him go!" I yell, squeezing his wrist until near breaking point without meaning to. He winces, but keeps this shit-eating smirk on his face.
'Fuck!' My instincts kick in full, wanting me to protect Kakkarot however I could. I growl loudly, baring my teeth. "Father… Let go of his tail…" I tell him, controlling my voice to the best of my abilities. His smirk grew, if it was possible. Kakkarot, now awake, was curled up in pain, keeping himself from screaming again.
"Let him go?" He asks, faking innocence. "Now why would I do that?" His grip on Kakkarot's tail tightens.
I growl, frusterated with myself beyond belief right now. "What do you want!" I snap. He smirks, wickedly.
"What I want? I want him dead!" He yells, his face twisted in anger. "He's a third-class nothing, and yet he's surpassed all the others!" He squeezes his tail harder, Kakkarot crying in pain. "This screw up isn't even worth all the power he has! He's an insolent fool, he doesn't even know his place! He should be rotting in the pits of hell for wha-" He gets cut off, by me. I pull his wrist to me, punching him square in the jaw while letting go of his wrist. Luckily he's caught by surprise and let go of Kakkarot's tail, then slammed through a couple walls, all the way to the cafeteria. Quickly, I grab a pair of boxers on the floor, put them on, and then fly after him.
The cafeteria was crowded with surprised Saiyans, including Kakkarot's and my offspring. The onnas were also in there, watching in horror. The king hit a few people before finally ending up a heap on the floor, his jaw shattered by my punch. I land in a clearing from the others, glaring down my father. "You will NEVER speak of Kakkarot like that again!" I yell, my aura building up my strength. "He's MINE!" I don't care who's in the cafeteria, I don't even care who hears… They'll all learn to stay away from him.
My father stands, awkwardly, holding onto his jaw. He glares at me, his eyes holding the hatred of his own flesh and blood. He knew since the day I was born that I'd surpass him. It was obvious, I was meant for great things, greater things then he had ever done. He was afraid of me, afraid of Kakkarot too… 'Is this how I used to be? I covered up my fear with anger and hate? …Am I still that way?' I shake the thoughts from my head, concentrating on killing this old bastard.
"Dad!" My brat calls out. "What's going on!" I snort, scowling.
"None of your damned business! Just stay out of my way!" I yell back at him, not even bothering to look at him. I relax, as much as I can, and smirk. My father can't do anything now, Kakkarot's in the other room… He has to get past me to get to him, and that's not happening. I cock my head up, walking towards him in a slow, orderly manner. He looks at me, and for once I can see the fear in his eyes. It excites me. "So, now your plan is ruined… What a shame. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but your idiotic mistakes seem to have taken us there. I hope you're happy with the way this turned out, because I know I am." My smirk turns wicked, I can feel it… I had waited to do this for so long, in one world or the other. I move in closer, only a few feet from my father's demise, when I hear Kakkarot.
"Veg… Don't…" He gasps, leaning on the side of the whole in the wall to keep himself standing. 'My father broke his tail… It's evident... Even his ki's a lot lower…' I rush over to his side, instantly forgetting my anger to see if he's all right. I can feel the weight of the others staring at me in disbelief, but I could give a fuck less. I put his free arm around the back of my neck, making him lean his weight onto me. One of my arms goes around his waist, keeping him close to me. I can smell his scent, it portraying from him boldly… I love it. I love him.
"Kakkarot… Look what he did to you!" I tell him, looking up into his eyes.
"Please... For me..." His eyes were pleading, and I could tell the pain he was in from his eyes. They reaked of it... Scowling, I lift him up, putting my other arm under his knees and holding him in some what of an infant position on his part. It was sort of akward, since he was so god damned tall compared to me. I can't deny him while he's like this, so I leave the others in the cafeteria and take him back to the medical lab. Bulma followed after me, quickly, and called out to me.
"Vegeta, wait! I'll help you out... What happened to him?" She asks me, studying Kakkarot. He was curled into me, cringing in pain.
"King Vegeta broke his tail." I tell her, planning out my 'father's' slow and painful death.
"Your father did this!" She asks suprised, looking at me as if saying 'How could he!'
"King Vegeta did, yes." I say again, not wanting to claim that man as my father.
As we reached the medical lab, Bulma hurried over to one of those regen. tanks and started it up. I sat Kakkarot on his feet, helping him stand up as Bulma put all the different sensory pads onto him and the breathing mask, so we could monitor him as the healing process took place. His eyes were half-lidded the whole time, but he stood strong as I backed away so the glass could slide down and the tank could fill up with the green liquid. 'What has he done? ...What have I done?' I sigh, leaning my head against the glass of the tank. Bulma walks to my side, placing a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off, scowling at her in a matter that I was hoping portrayed 'What do you want?'.
"Vegeta... What happened? I mean, between you and Goku..." She asks me timidly, looking at Kakkarot as if she had many unanswered questoins ringing through that brain of hers. I take in a deep breath, lifting my head off the glass and crossing my arms in my usual manner.
"He and I... Are mated." I explain bluntly, not giving her time to react to the first statement before explaining myself. "You understand how we both turned out to be in rut... At the same time. So, we did what we had to do. Not to say, there weren't any feelings involved. I... I think I love him." I swallow hard, not being able to believe I admitted that to her. And what did she do? She smiled, actually smiled at me!
"Oh, Vegeta!" She squealed, hugging my arm. "I knew it! I just knew you two were in love! I'm such a genius! Oh my god, this is so great! Now you guys can be happy!" She paused from her rant for a moment, realization dawning on her. "The kids... And Chichi..." She let go of my arm. "Shit, how're they going to take this?"
"I don't know." I reply honestly, relieved she was done with that girly fit of hers. "I really don't know." I sigh again, leaning my head back on the glass of the tank. 'Kakkarot... Not only do we have to deal with King Vegeta, but your onna and the brats... How are we going to get through this?'
--Yes, this chapter done! Forgive me for the shortness, I just needed to update. I'm leaving Alaska for Ohio soon, and my mom got me a laptop to write on, so I'll finally be able to update more often, since I'll have more time to devote directly to writing! But for now, until next time... Love ya all! Thanks so much for reading this--
Kat the Dragonqueen