Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or anything of the sort but the original
characters such as Lucas/Luke and Strata including anyother characters that
were not mentioned in the original series are mine.
A/N: I am submitting this as a response to one of my reviewers who said I should write more DBZ fics so this is for them.
Pairing: Vegeta/ Goku and maybe a little of Lucas/Trunks in later, later chapters
Type/Rating: R, go away kids, and this is major AU
Warning: Yaoi, yuri and all things little people shouldn't hear about. The being is nice and child-like though for all you protestors
Here you go:
Chapter One: Hello Kakarrot
Luke giggled as he jumped down five stories. This was going to be so much fun. The wind made a loud swooshing noise in his ear as he did so, egging him on. The little black clad five standard edged the side of the wall after landing with a soft thump. His tiny digits curled over the top of the wall, lifting him up and leaping to the ground. He sighed happily, his light giggle vibrating throughout the grounds, he was out. He didn't notice the guards standing at the base of the wall, chuckling at him.
Luke giggled as he jumped down six stories. This was going to be so much fun. The wind made a loud swooshing noise in his ear as he did so, egging him on. The little black clad six standard edged the side of the wall after landing with a soft thump. His small digits curled over the top of the wall, lifting him up and leaping to the ground. He sighed happily, his light giggle vibrating throughout the grounds, he was out. Not taking notice of the guards that stood at this end of the wall he trotted off with a bounce in his step. The small boy stopped. The guards stood there, trying to contain their laughter.
Luke chuckled as he jumped down seven stories. This was going to be so much fun. The wind made a loud swooshing noise in his ear as he did so, egging him on. The black clad seven standard edged the side of the wall after landing with a soft thump. His digits curled over the top of the wall, lifting him up and leaping to the ground. He sighed happily, his light giggle vibrating throughout the grounds, he was out, again. He walked off, a smile on his face that soon turned to a scowl when he caught sight of the guards, standing directly in front of him, laughing loudly. They grabbed his arms and led him back into the castle with some difficultly, taking him straight to his father and mother's room.
"Again, Lucas?" Vegeta asked, not looking up from his papers as he signed away. The small child took a few moments to look guilty before putting on his best pout ever.
"But I never get to go outside, why can't I play, all the other kids play!" The mini Vegeta exclaimed, crossing his arms.
"Because you are not like all the other kids," Vegeta huffed. He hated it when his son did this, if he hadn't carried the child then everything would be peachy keen and he could ignore the little buddle of trouble that reminded him of him. But as it was, he had to deal with him. "Look," the king sighed, running a hand through his flame of spikes, "tomorrow we'll go out and get you a friend. One friend of your liking, ok?" He looked to his son with slightly angry, slightly pleading eyes, praying to Kigeta that he wasn't like that when he was younger.
"Only one? How bout two?"
"No, one."
"Ok," the little Saiyan skipped off happy, singing "I'm gonna get a friend tomorrow, I'm gonna get a friend tomorrow." The Oujo sighed once more, why did things like this have to happen to him, he had enough to worry about?
"Vegeta-sama," his woman whispered, pressing her body against his back as he continued to sign papers. She was another problem. Why, in all hell, did he have to marry her? She was a woman, and pretty, but he wasn't exactly attracted to the gullible woman. His father had said she would keep him occupied because he still didn't have a mate. He had asked his father why he didn't marry the father of his child and the king never answered. That asshole only worried about what a select few thought of his son when the entire planet would rather see the Prince, now King, of all Saiyans, satisfied, if not happy. Another sigh passed through his lips. His life was just too damn complicated, at least his problems with Lucas would be over tomorrow.
Vegeta smirked as the trumpet played. Today his son would find a playmate to annoy instead of him.
"Oh, look at him, he looks nice," Strata giggled, pointing at a little boy using his tail to play with a ball. Luke completely ignored her, staring straight ahead of him as the carriage was pulled buy a unicorn like horse. His little arms crossed over his chest, a slight frown on his face. The two Vegeta's sat next to each other, both with their arms crossed, both looking at the crowd with a sort of air that spoke proud indifference. A man walked in front of the carriage, making the horse stop, followed by a startled gasp from the crowd. Vegeta's eyebrow twitched.
"How dare-," one of his guards began.
"Kakarrot!" His head guard exclaimed, running from his post at the king's side. The confused man on the road turned around, looking for the person that called him. Three gasps were heard from the carriage. Long, ebony hair shaped a pale face, complete with large, childlike eyes. His tall, slim form complemented by steel like muscles, covered in an all black gi. The little prince stared, mouth hanging open, along with his mother and father.
"Oh hi, Dad. What are you doing here?" His light, angel-like voice an absolute contrast with his stunning splendor.
"Kakarrot, you're standing in front of the king's precession!" Bardock yelled, stumping his son.
"Ok, ow, sorry," the nineteen year old exclaimed from the ground, giggling as his father kicked him.
"Sorry, he could kill you for this!" the stumping continued, making the three royals sweat drop.
"But I was only crossing the street," he chuckled, the kicks tickling him.
"What are you doing in town anyway?" he exclaimed, still stumping.
"Mom told me to go find some old spice," he huffed, trying to control his laughter. Bardock stopped, standing with his eyes closed and back facing his son, his eyebrow twitched.
"Don't tell your mom I did that," he mumbled to his son as the slightly shorter male dusted off his gi. Kakarrot chuckled.
"Awe, I want him!" Luke exclaimed, jumping from the carriage and latching himself onto Kakarrot's head. The brawny teenager looked up, a little face appearing over his.
"Well, hello," Kakarrot chuckled, smiling widely up at the small face, "who are you?" Hundreds of thumps were heard as all around the two fell to the ground, legs twitching comically up in the air, including the King and Queen.
"My name is Vegeta Lucas, what's yours?" Luke giggled, bending over so his eyes were at stratum with Kakarrot's. His seven-year-old body was no bigger than five year olds.
"I'm Bardock Kakarrot, but my mom calls me Goku," he smiled, grabbing the little guy from off his head and holding him upside down. The little Ouji giggled, wiggling, "where did you come from?" The little Saiyan wrapped his tail around his wrist tightly, affectionately.
"I come from the castle, you be my friend?"
"Sure," Goku chuckled, tossing him upward, the small Saiyan's tail still wrapped firmly around his wrist. Vegeta and Strata, along with half of the Saiyan race watched, sweat drops appearing on their foreheads.
"You will absolutely not have a full grown Saiyan as a friend," the woman exclaimed, looking appalled. Vegeta sighed for the umpteenth time that week. He really didn't need this stress; he was only twenty-four, "Vegeta- sama, say something!"
"Well get in the carriage so we can go," he sighed to his son who looked at his father from Goku's shoulder with pleading puppy-dog eyes. The little buddle squealed happy, pulling the slightly confused but happy Saiyan into the carriage with his father and mother.
"Hello, I'm Kakarrot, but you can call me Goku," the Saiyan smiled politely at them. The Queen gawked at him and the King raised an eyebrow at the appealing male, maybe his luck was about to change......
"Goku, Goku, I bet you can't find me!" Luke called, flying above the castle. He was now ten years old and had been with his Goku for three years. Today he had a class on the lost Dragon balls but he really didn't want to do that so he simply knocked out his teacher and went to find Goku.
"Caught ya!" The tall Saiyan exclaimed, grabbing the little Saiyan from the air and falling to the ground like a missile. He made a whistling sound as he fell, holding Lucas to his chest. Goku stopped a foot above the ground, looking at Luke with a big smile on his face, the two hanging upside down above the soft ground of the gardens. He flipped them right side up and placed the chuckling Saiyan down. "So what class was it today?" The brawny warrior flopped down on the royal grass of the gardens, taking off his shoes and looking up at the growing boy.
"History," Lucas sighed, crossing his arms and pouting, "I don't even know why I have to know all this stuff, I mean I bet the first King Vegeta was perfectly fine without all this learning and stuff."
"Well you really don't want to end up like me, do you?" he asked, crossing his eyes as he looked at him. Luke chuckled lightly, taking a seat next to him.
"Baka," the smaller warrior chuckled. Goku laid back, bringing his arms up to cushion his head as he stared at the red clouds of sunset, chuckling. Luke followed the gesture, arms crossed under his head as he stared at the sky. He looked over to Goku. The man completely baffled him. He had to be about twenty-two and he remained more innocent than him. At times, Luke felt so much like him, free spirited and always happy, but looking to his father made him believe it was just a thing of youth. Speaking of his father, the light throb he felt in the back of his head when his sire was around began to vibrate.
"Hey, that's my word for him," Vegeta chuckled, coming from the shadows after watching them for a while.
"Father," Luke gasped, leaping up.
"Geta-sama," Goku exclaimed, taking Luke's lead, then bowing at the same time as him as the King approached them.
"Come now," Vegeta smirked, waving a hand at them, "if I wanted us to be formal you'd be in class by now." He glared at his son who mumbled something under his breath and pouted off to class.
"Well I better go train with my father," Goku mumbled, about to follow after the younger Saiyan. Vegeta reached a hand out to stop him, the taller warrior having to walk by him to follow Lucas; his hand touched pale, soft skin as he stopped the younger from leaving.
"Stay a while, we barely get to spar and I have a free schedule." Vegeta smirked his trademark, cold smirk that sent a shiver down Goku's spine every time he looked to it. The younger Saiyan shook out of his stupor partially and managed to nod his head slightly.
"I'm gonna beat you this time," Goku challenged, putting on his shoes. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at him, eyes flickering over the sculpted body momentarily before that alluring smirk played over his lips.
"Vegeta-sama, there you are," Strata stated, wrapping a thin, white silk robe over her bare form. Goku blushed lightly, bowing to her and looking down when he rose again, "Oh, Goku, I didn't see you there." Her voice had dropped a couple of octaves and she had let the fabric covering her slide a little on her shoulders. Vegeta pushed down a growl. The woman was obviously interested in him, who wouldn't be, but did she have to be so open about it? He scowled at her, not bothered in the least bit that Kakarrot listened.
"What do you want woman, I'm busy." He growled out.
"You were suppose to be spending this time with me," she huffed, turning her attention toward the King.
"No, I'm suppose to be dealing with some personal affairs," he scowled.
"You can't get more personal than me."
"I haven't been keeping up with my exercises."
"You only say that because you haven't been spending as much time with Goku!" she began to yell.
"Point?" He raised an eyebrow at her. The witch only raised her voice at him twice before and both times it ended with her in a less than comfortable position, such as nearly bashed from the planet. Goku watched with big, round eyes.
"He's not your mate, I am!" she shouted but immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, looking horrified. Vegeta's ki flickered until a dark purple aura surrounded him.
"You, bitch, are not and will never be, my mate," his voice was deadly calm, eyes closed and fists shaking at his sides, "if I want to spar with Kakarrot it is none of your damn business and if I want to mate with anyone it's none of your business either. I was married to a harpy such as you for two reasons, one my father wanted me to and two you were of high class. Now, because I am King, I have it in my power to disintegrate you where you stand for speaking to me in such a way. It's over woman, your life here is not wanted, and I annul you." By the time he had finished his ki was back to normal, eyes still closed, but Strata was shaking violently. By his last word she crumbled to the floor, sobs racking her body and her face in her hands. Goku didn't know what was going on but he went to go comfort her but was stopped by Vegeta who put a hand to his shoulder. "Do not touch her." He opened his eyes to the taller Saiyan. Goku stared deeply into the King's eyes. His usual cold gaze covered in anger, hate and an underlying, for what he could see, emotion that looked akin to pity. Goku nodded. The guards standing like statues near by rushed to the Queen's sides, lifted her almost roughly and carried her off, out of the castle and main city.
"King Vegeta-sama, what happened?" Goku asked, his large eyes looking down at Vegeta innocently, questioningly. Vegeta closed his eyes ands sighed, dropping his hand from Goku's shoulder, starting to feel a bit of relief, he wanted to do that for the longest time.
"You won't be seeing Strata anymore, that's all, why don't you go see Lucas and tell him that," Vegeta sent him off.
"Kay," the brawny warrior walked happily, a large grin adorning his features.
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I hope you liked it, the next chapter will be coming soon and it gets a little more into the initial plot. Do review and if you have any questions I'll be glad to answer, or you could just let me know of your existence ^_^
A/N: I am submitting this as a response to one of my reviewers who said I should write more DBZ fics so this is for them.
Pairing: Vegeta/ Goku and maybe a little of Lucas/Trunks in later, later chapters
Type/Rating: R, go away kids, and this is major AU
Warning: Yaoi, yuri and all things little people shouldn't hear about. The being is nice and child-like though for all you protestors
Here you go:
Chapter One: Hello Kakarrot
Luke giggled as he jumped down five stories. This was going to be so much fun. The wind made a loud swooshing noise in his ear as he did so, egging him on. The little black clad five standard edged the side of the wall after landing with a soft thump. His tiny digits curled over the top of the wall, lifting him up and leaping to the ground. He sighed happily, his light giggle vibrating throughout the grounds, he was out. He didn't notice the guards standing at the base of the wall, chuckling at him.
Luke giggled as he jumped down six stories. This was going to be so much fun. The wind made a loud swooshing noise in his ear as he did so, egging him on. The little black clad six standard edged the side of the wall after landing with a soft thump. His small digits curled over the top of the wall, lifting him up and leaping to the ground. He sighed happily, his light giggle vibrating throughout the grounds, he was out. Not taking notice of the guards that stood at this end of the wall he trotted off with a bounce in his step. The small boy stopped. The guards stood there, trying to contain their laughter.
Luke chuckled as he jumped down seven stories. This was going to be so much fun. The wind made a loud swooshing noise in his ear as he did so, egging him on. The black clad seven standard edged the side of the wall after landing with a soft thump. His digits curled over the top of the wall, lifting him up and leaping to the ground. He sighed happily, his light giggle vibrating throughout the grounds, he was out, again. He walked off, a smile on his face that soon turned to a scowl when he caught sight of the guards, standing directly in front of him, laughing loudly. They grabbed his arms and led him back into the castle with some difficultly, taking him straight to his father and mother's room.
"Again, Lucas?" Vegeta asked, not looking up from his papers as he signed away. The small child took a few moments to look guilty before putting on his best pout ever.
"But I never get to go outside, why can't I play, all the other kids play!" The mini Vegeta exclaimed, crossing his arms.
"Because you are not like all the other kids," Vegeta huffed. He hated it when his son did this, if he hadn't carried the child then everything would be peachy keen and he could ignore the little buddle of trouble that reminded him of him. But as it was, he had to deal with him. "Look," the king sighed, running a hand through his flame of spikes, "tomorrow we'll go out and get you a friend. One friend of your liking, ok?" He looked to his son with slightly angry, slightly pleading eyes, praying to Kigeta that he wasn't like that when he was younger.
"Only one? How bout two?"
"No, one."
"Ok," the little Saiyan skipped off happy, singing "I'm gonna get a friend tomorrow, I'm gonna get a friend tomorrow." The Oujo sighed once more, why did things like this have to happen to him, he had enough to worry about?
"Vegeta-sama," his woman whispered, pressing her body against his back as he continued to sign papers. She was another problem. Why, in all hell, did he have to marry her? She was a woman, and pretty, but he wasn't exactly attracted to the gullible woman. His father had said she would keep him occupied because he still didn't have a mate. He had asked his father why he didn't marry the father of his child and the king never answered. That asshole only worried about what a select few thought of his son when the entire planet would rather see the Prince, now King, of all Saiyans, satisfied, if not happy. Another sigh passed through his lips. His life was just too damn complicated, at least his problems with Lucas would be over tomorrow.
Vegeta smirked as the trumpet played. Today his son would find a playmate to annoy instead of him.
"Oh, look at him, he looks nice," Strata giggled, pointing at a little boy using his tail to play with a ball. Luke completely ignored her, staring straight ahead of him as the carriage was pulled buy a unicorn like horse. His little arms crossed over his chest, a slight frown on his face. The two Vegeta's sat next to each other, both with their arms crossed, both looking at the crowd with a sort of air that spoke proud indifference. A man walked in front of the carriage, making the horse stop, followed by a startled gasp from the crowd. Vegeta's eyebrow twitched.
"How dare-," one of his guards began.
"Kakarrot!" His head guard exclaimed, running from his post at the king's side. The confused man on the road turned around, looking for the person that called him. Three gasps were heard from the carriage. Long, ebony hair shaped a pale face, complete with large, childlike eyes. His tall, slim form complemented by steel like muscles, covered in an all black gi. The little prince stared, mouth hanging open, along with his mother and father.
"Oh hi, Dad. What are you doing here?" His light, angel-like voice an absolute contrast with his stunning splendor.
"Kakarrot, you're standing in front of the king's precession!" Bardock yelled, stumping his son.
"Ok, ow, sorry," the nineteen year old exclaimed from the ground, giggling as his father kicked him.
"Sorry, he could kill you for this!" the stumping continued, making the three royals sweat drop.
"But I was only crossing the street," he chuckled, the kicks tickling him.
"What are you doing in town anyway?" he exclaimed, still stumping.
"Mom told me to go find some old spice," he huffed, trying to control his laughter. Bardock stopped, standing with his eyes closed and back facing his son, his eyebrow twitched.
"Don't tell your mom I did that," he mumbled to his son as the slightly shorter male dusted off his gi. Kakarrot chuckled.
"Awe, I want him!" Luke exclaimed, jumping from the carriage and latching himself onto Kakarrot's head. The brawny teenager looked up, a little face appearing over his.
"Well, hello," Kakarrot chuckled, smiling widely up at the small face, "who are you?" Hundreds of thumps were heard as all around the two fell to the ground, legs twitching comically up in the air, including the King and Queen.
"My name is Vegeta Lucas, what's yours?" Luke giggled, bending over so his eyes were at stratum with Kakarrot's. His seven-year-old body was no bigger than five year olds.
"I'm Bardock Kakarrot, but my mom calls me Goku," he smiled, grabbing the little guy from off his head and holding him upside down. The little Ouji giggled, wiggling, "where did you come from?" The little Saiyan wrapped his tail around his wrist tightly, affectionately.
"I come from the castle, you be my friend?"
"Sure," Goku chuckled, tossing him upward, the small Saiyan's tail still wrapped firmly around his wrist. Vegeta and Strata, along with half of the Saiyan race watched, sweat drops appearing on their foreheads.
"You will absolutely not have a full grown Saiyan as a friend," the woman exclaimed, looking appalled. Vegeta sighed for the umpteenth time that week. He really didn't need this stress; he was only twenty-four, "Vegeta- sama, say something!"
"Well get in the carriage so we can go," he sighed to his son who looked at his father from Goku's shoulder with pleading puppy-dog eyes. The little buddle squealed happy, pulling the slightly confused but happy Saiyan into the carriage with his father and mother.
"Hello, I'm Kakarrot, but you can call me Goku," the Saiyan smiled politely at them. The Queen gawked at him and the King raised an eyebrow at the appealing male, maybe his luck was about to change......
"Goku, Goku, I bet you can't find me!" Luke called, flying above the castle. He was now ten years old and had been with his Goku for three years. Today he had a class on the lost Dragon balls but he really didn't want to do that so he simply knocked out his teacher and went to find Goku.
"Caught ya!" The tall Saiyan exclaimed, grabbing the little Saiyan from the air and falling to the ground like a missile. He made a whistling sound as he fell, holding Lucas to his chest. Goku stopped a foot above the ground, looking at Luke with a big smile on his face, the two hanging upside down above the soft ground of the gardens. He flipped them right side up and placed the chuckling Saiyan down. "So what class was it today?" The brawny warrior flopped down on the royal grass of the gardens, taking off his shoes and looking up at the growing boy.
"History," Lucas sighed, crossing his arms and pouting, "I don't even know why I have to know all this stuff, I mean I bet the first King Vegeta was perfectly fine without all this learning and stuff."
"Well you really don't want to end up like me, do you?" he asked, crossing his eyes as he looked at him. Luke chuckled lightly, taking a seat next to him.
"Baka," the smaller warrior chuckled. Goku laid back, bringing his arms up to cushion his head as he stared at the red clouds of sunset, chuckling. Luke followed the gesture, arms crossed under his head as he stared at the sky. He looked over to Goku. The man completely baffled him. He had to be about twenty-two and he remained more innocent than him. At times, Luke felt so much like him, free spirited and always happy, but looking to his father made him believe it was just a thing of youth. Speaking of his father, the light throb he felt in the back of his head when his sire was around began to vibrate.
"Hey, that's my word for him," Vegeta chuckled, coming from the shadows after watching them for a while.
"Father," Luke gasped, leaping up.
"Geta-sama," Goku exclaimed, taking Luke's lead, then bowing at the same time as him as the King approached them.
"Come now," Vegeta smirked, waving a hand at them, "if I wanted us to be formal you'd be in class by now." He glared at his son who mumbled something under his breath and pouted off to class.
"Well I better go train with my father," Goku mumbled, about to follow after the younger Saiyan. Vegeta reached a hand out to stop him, the taller warrior having to walk by him to follow Lucas; his hand touched pale, soft skin as he stopped the younger from leaving.
"Stay a while, we barely get to spar and I have a free schedule." Vegeta smirked his trademark, cold smirk that sent a shiver down Goku's spine every time he looked to it. The younger Saiyan shook out of his stupor partially and managed to nod his head slightly.
"I'm gonna beat you this time," Goku challenged, putting on his shoes. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at him, eyes flickering over the sculpted body momentarily before that alluring smirk played over his lips.
"Vegeta-sama, there you are," Strata stated, wrapping a thin, white silk robe over her bare form. Goku blushed lightly, bowing to her and looking down when he rose again, "Oh, Goku, I didn't see you there." Her voice had dropped a couple of octaves and she had let the fabric covering her slide a little on her shoulders. Vegeta pushed down a growl. The woman was obviously interested in him, who wouldn't be, but did she have to be so open about it? He scowled at her, not bothered in the least bit that Kakarrot listened.
"What do you want woman, I'm busy." He growled out.
"You were suppose to be spending this time with me," she huffed, turning her attention toward the King.
"No, I'm suppose to be dealing with some personal affairs," he scowled.
"You can't get more personal than me."
"I haven't been keeping up with my exercises."
"You only say that because you haven't been spending as much time with Goku!" she began to yell.
"Point?" He raised an eyebrow at her. The witch only raised her voice at him twice before and both times it ended with her in a less than comfortable position, such as nearly bashed from the planet. Goku watched with big, round eyes.
"He's not your mate, I am!" she shouted but immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, looking horrified. Vegeta's ki flickered until a dark purple aura surrounded him.
"You, bitch, are not and will never be, my mate," his voice was deadly calm, eyes closed and fists shaking at his sides, "if I want to spar with Kakarrot it is none of your damn business and if I want to mate with anyone it's none of your business either. I was married to a harpy such as you for two reasons, one my father wanted me to and two you were of high class. Now, because I am King, I have it in my power to disintegrate you where you stand for speaking to me in such a way. It's over woman, your life here is not wanted, and I annul you." By the time he had finished his ki was back to normal, eyes still closed, but Strata was shaking violently. By his last word she crumbled to the floor, sobs racking her body and her face in her hands. Goku didn't know what was going on but he went to go comfort her but was stopped by Vegeta who put a hand to his shoulder. "Do not touch her." He opened his eyes to the taller Saiyan. Goku stared deeply into the King's eyes. His usual cold gaze covered in anger, hate and an underlying, for what he could see, emotion that looked akin to pity. Goku nodded. The guards standing like statues near by rushed to the Queen's sides, lifted her almost roughly and carried her off, out of the castle and main city.
"King Vegeta-sama, what happened?" Goku asked, his large eyes looking down at Vegeta innocently, questioningly. Vegeta closed his eyes ands sighed, dropping his hand from Goku's shoulder, starting to feel a bit of relief, he wanted to do that for the longest time.
"You won't be seeing Strata anymore, that's all, why don't you go see Lucas and tell him that," Vegeta sent him off.
"Kay," the brawny warrior walked happily, a large grin adorning his features.
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I hope you liked it, the next chapter will be coming soon and it gets a little more into the initial plot. Do review and if you have any questions I'll be glad to answer, or you could just let me know of your existence ^_^