Half-brothers

Chapter 1: Kyou the Punk

Notes: This is the sequel to my other fic "Stranded." I hope I can get as good a reaction, if not a better one, for this fic as for the first. In this fic, we meet up with the son of Eighteen and Vegeta... Trunks' half-brother. Will the two brothers clash, or will they get over their differences and accept each other as family? Guess you'll find out, won't ya? (This takes place fifteen years after the first fic. Trunks is around 22, and the half-brother's 15.)



"Get your ass in here... NOW!"Vegeta shouted out the door.

"Alright! Alright! I'm coming, Dad!" the boy in question replied a bit peevishly.

He appeared in the doorway, his height towering over that of his mother and father(who were both relatively short to begin with.) His looks weren't as strange as one would expect, seeing as how he was the son of an android and a saiyan. Like his father, his hair was black and spiky, but his wasn't nearly as outrageous as his father's. Also, the boy had been lucky enough to avoid the widow's peak Vegeta had. Unlike his father, however, his eyes were an ice blue color- just like his mother Eighteen's. If he didn't have the physicality of a saiyan, many would have mistaken him for the lovechild of Seventeen and some unknown woman.

"Vegeta, what in Kami's name are you screaming at the boy about now?" Eighteen called from the kitchen where she was rapidly putting together lunch for her son and husband. Feeding a full blooded saiyan and a demi-saiyan was a royal pain in the ass, but she'd become quite an adept cook in the last fifteen years.

"Never you mind, Eighteen. I think I can deal with him without your help." he called back.

"Fine, whatever." she said in a voice just loud enough for him to hear her, continuing to prepare the midday meal.

"Now, Dad... what did you want?" the boy asked, his thick arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against one side of the door. His voice had the deep timbre of his father's, and at the same time, the change in tones-from uncaring to extremely emotional- of his mother's.

Vegeta shook his head in slight disgust at his son. The piercings he had almost made him sick. Seven silver hoops ran up the boy's left ear, six in the right. Not to mention that every time he spoke, Vegeta wanted to tear the barbell from his son's tongue. The fact that he'd become a punk was his mother's doing... "Your mother almost has lunch ready, get in there and help her out..." he half-growled.

The boy shrugged it off, pushing away from the side of the door and brushing past his father as if he wasn't there. "Sure thing, Dad." He went without protest, the backward glance from his icy blue eyes always seemed to send an odd chill through his father.

"Need any help, Mom?" he asked, going to the sink to wash his hands.

Eighteen gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Kyou. Can you chop up those vegetables for me?"

"Yeah, I can." He picked up the knife and did as he was asked. He dumped the chopped pieces into the pot of stew, stirring it gently. His mother'd taught him how to cook, a skill Vegeta refused to learn. He always claimed that such a thing was "woman's work."

Kyou was a rather well-rounded individual. His mother had taught him things like how to cook, clean, fight, and most importantly-in her opinion- the fine art of seduction. If he wanted to, Kyou could have had a harem at the age of thirteen. Now he was fifteen and the option was still open. Although his mother had shown him the easiest ways of attracting another, she'd also taught him that power should be flaunted, not overused.

Both Vegeta and Eighteen had been teaching Kyou how to fight. The two of them were sure that there would be no match for their son on the planet, not even Vegeta's other son, Trunks. They didn't talk about him much, if at all, so Kyou and Trunks had no idea that they were half-brothers. It was a well guarded secret between Vegeta and Eighteen, and they had no intentions of telling their son any time soon.

"Hey, Vegeta! Lunch is ready!" Eighteen called to him a few minutes later.

The Prince of All Saiyans came into the kitchen and asked Eighteen quietly if she needed his help with anything. Subsequently, he ended up bringing everything to the table since his wife and son had cooked and prepared it all.

The three of them ate in near silence, Eighteen occasionally asking trivial questions about how Kyou was faring at school. "Fine," he answered. "Hard to keep the girls away sometimes, but other than that I'm doing well."

"Of course it's hard to fend them off, you are my son, after all." Vegeta said with a smug little smile.

Eighteen laughed, just shaking her blonde head and continuing to eat what little she always did. Kyou and his mother shared a knowing smile. Eighteen was closer to him than Vegeta would ever be, something that seemed to irk the saiyan to no end.

Kyou was the very picture of poise as he ate with all of his chiseled perfection. He certainly had better table manners than most saiyans, another thing Eighteen had insisted upon. It was hard to tell who was in control of the relationship between Eighteen and Vegeta. It seemed like they both had equal power and say, and that was the way they both liked it.

Kyou glanced at the clock on the wall, his blue eyes widening when he saw what time it was. "Damn! I'm gonna be late!" he said hurriedly. He picked up his now empty dishes and dumped them in the sink. "Sorry, Mom! I'll help out later, okay?"

She nodded, knowing that her son had to keep his daily routine, or he'd be thrown completely off balance. "Thanks!" he said, dashing out the door and taking to the sky.

Vegeta looked at Eighteen questioningly. "You know how anal he is about his daily schedule, Vegeta. If he misses the normal things he always does, the boy thinks his day's been a waste."

"He must have gotten that from you, not me. I'd rather see the boy be spontaneous than do the same damned things over and over."

The android made a small disbelieving noise. "You'd be surprised, Vegeta. You have no clue what's going on with his life half the time, anyway."

Vegeta had no retort for that and got up from the table, going to wash the dishes from lunch. The Prince silently vowed to himself to become a better father. Kyou needed it. He was determined not to let his son be detached from him, like Trunks was...



A/N-Any good? Don't worry, I'll probably stick a few sex scenes in here and there, so the rating will more than likely go up. Enjoy the sequel!