3- Warning from the Future

Trunks' POV

I had slept in the tree house Goten and I had built in one of the trees in the park once; I was amazed to find it still there. It was difficult to find a comfortable place to lay down on amongst the branches and slabs of wood we placed to form the platform, but I managed to calm myself enough to fall sleep by imagining that my father was somewhere cosy and warm with someone taking care of him. It eased my mind long enough for me to fall asleep. When I awoke, I was greeted by a beautiful sunrise that had an early morning mist that made everything below the platform of the tree look like an ocean, and with the snow covering the ground, it seemed to glow. I sighed, almost at peace with the scenery as I sat on the edge of the platform. I let the sun rise a little further into the sky before continuing with the search for my father; I wasn't going to waste any more time. I needed to know that my dad was somewhere safe.

As I flew through the light blue, winter sky, I began to shiver and regretted not taking a jumper; well, flying a thousand feet in the air didn't help much along with the fact that I was speeding through chilled air. I knew I wouldn't last if I continued in the sky, so I descended to the middle of a clearing in the middle of a forest. Phase 2; land search. As I walked through the trees, I became vaguely aware that someone was watching me, and the deeper I went into the forest, the stronger the feeling got.

"Who's there?" I called out, the feeling becoming too strong for comfort, "I know you're there, so it's pointless hiding!"

At first, the forest was silent . . . deadly silent, as if the whole forest was holding its breath and waiting for a reply of any sort. I almost jumped out of my skin, though, when something, or someone, jumped down in front of me. As it stood up, I soon found out that 'it' was, in fact, a 'girl'. As she stood up straight, I noticed that she had horns on her head with a golden brace thing around her head, which kind of looked familiar. Her hair was black with pink streaks and hung down to just below her waist . . . which had a tail wrapped around it . . . she was beautiful. Silent, beautiful, and, quite possibly, deadly; she'd make a good assassin . . . if she wasn't already one.

"W-who are you?" I asked, though I wasn't sure why my voice was shaking.

She blinked at me aloofly, as if she had better things to do than to talk to some kid.

"If you must know," she spoke suddenly, her voice sounding like velvet, "My name's Isuzuly and I've come here from the future,"

I stared at her as if she were insane; she honestly couldn't expect me to believe that, could she?

"Come on, I may be twelve years old, but I'm not gullible, lady," I shook my head and sighed.

"It's the truth,"

"Whatever, anyways, disregarding your insane statement, have you seen a man about your height, maybe a little shorter, with black, spiked-up hair?"

"Vegeta?" the girl guessed instantly.

"Y-you know my dad?" I asked, shocked, "Do you know where he is?"

"I know of Vegeta," she said as she tiredly folded her arms across her chest, "I guess that would make you Trunks,"

"How do you know me?"

"As I said, shorty, I'm from the future, and I have to give Goku a warning,"

"W-warning?" I don't know why my voice quivered, "What warning?"

She became silent again, and I could have sworn I saw tears in her eyes, but she didn't cry, instead, she continued; her voice as strong as it had been.

"When I was young, I watched my parents die in front of me along with everything else in my time-line . . . I've came here to warn Goku because I fear the man who killed my parents and my future may come here next," she explained.

Usually, hearing something like that didn't faze me, but, for some reason, it scared me and deepened the urge to find my father.

"C-can I ask . . . who your parents were?" I whispered.

"My father . . . was Goku and my mother . . . was named Broly,"

"B-Broly?" I was stunned; Broly was her mother? "I-I'm s-sorry but . . . Broly isn't . . . doesn't . . . u-um . . ."

I didn't have the courage to tell her that Goten and I had defeated Broly a few years back after that bio-chemical accident thing that happened to him. I suddenly felt guilty.

". . . I know," she said after what seemed like an hour, "I've spent most of my life as an orphan and, well," she seemed to smile a little, "Let's just say that I feel obligated to save the lives of those who have taken care of me, that and the fact that I don't want a repeat,"

I blinked and wasn't sure if I should trust her or not; she seemed like a nice enough girl, but I hardly knew her. I sighed; there wasn't any reason why I couldn't her.

"Okay, I'll help you with your . . . uh . . . mission, but . . . I need to know that my dad is, at least, somewhere safe first," I reasoned.

"Fair enough," she smiled diminutively, "Have you tried sensing his energy signature?"

"Yeah, I did, but his energy signature has been off the wall lately," I told her, "That and the fact that he's suppressing it makes it a little difficult to find him,"

"Well," Isuzuly spoke up, "We can try sensing other energy signatures and see if there are any odd ones nearby,"

"I don't know," I sighed, and hung my head, "If you really know my dad, you'd know that he doesn't do well with people,"

Isuzuly giggled suddenly.

"Well, we won't know unless we try," she smiled, "You never know; he just may surprise you,"

Vegeta's POV

"Where did all these dishes come from?"

My morning started off with a rude awakening from Chichi's screaming. Didn't that woman have a mute button or something? I swore she yells for the damn pleasure of annoying everyone around her; every single morning, in the last week, she'd find something new to yell about.

"I swear these dishes have doubled up in the last week!"

I cringed and hoped she wasn't getting suspicious; Kakarot always brought me in a clean plate of food, somehow managing to do so without Chichi catching him, and it seemed that all the double dishes has finally caught her attention. If she caught on, both Kakarot and I would be in deep shit.

"This is ridiculous, Goku; you don't need several different plates to feed your alien body with; I've told you before, if you want second helpings, then reuse the damn plate you started with!"

"Okay, okay, I said I was sorry; I just forget sometimes," I heard Kakarot reply.

"Forget?" Chichi's voice seemed to shake the entire house, "We'll I'll make sure you'll remember next time, because the next time you 'forget' to use one plate, you can do the dishes for a whole month!"

"A-alright, Chichi, just calm down; I'll do the dishes now, if that makes you feel better,"

"Good, because I have shopping to do sense, knowing you, you'll forget what we need and mostly likely bring back a pile of junk!"

There were sounds of feet scuffling before the front door was suddenly slammed shut. I waited a few moments before cautiously stepping out of the cupboard, the sound of water filling a sink immediately meeting my ears. Still a little cautious, I silently made my way to the kitchen; it wasn't unusual for Chichi to suddenly come back, either because, in a state of fury, forgotten something, or having found something else to yells about.

Entering the kitchen, I was surprised when I heard Kakarot sniffling, even more so when he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. It unsettled me, seeing the Universe's strongest hero reduced to tears by the harsh words of his wife. I always assumed he would just 'go-with-the-flow', or whatever the human saying was, like he'd usually do . . . but, then again, he usually had people around him, but now it was just him. Gently, I touched his shoulder, feeling his strong muscles move as he scrubbed at dirty dishes, before silently picking up a towel to help dry the ones he had washed.

"Thanks," Kakarot whispered.

"I-it's alright," I replied, "I'm sorry I got you into trouble,"

He abruptly stopped, and hung his head, his arms were mid-forearm deep in the soapy water and I could tell that his fists were clenched by the way his arm muscles bulged. I suddenly felt uneasy.

"It's not your fault," he said, "She always does this; always has . . . since the moment we were married. She always finds new reasons to make me feel guilty, as if I'm always doing something wrong, even though I try hard to please her," he paused for a moment, exhaling shakily, "She's always looked down at me like I'm some inferior creature that should be crushed and thrown into the garbage can. . ." his voice seemed to tighten and the uneasy feeling made my chest tighten, "You know what . . ? In more ways than one . . . she reminds me of you!" he suddenly reeled on me, his eyes seemingly darker than usual as his fists clenched tightly by his sides, "I don't even know why I had put up with you; I didn't get any thanks in return and you treated me like shit; just like her!"

I shivered as I instinctively stepped back; this was what I was afraid of when I first came here, I knew this was bound to happen sometime and I knew that I couldn't expect any less; he need this, I could hear it in his quivering voice. His tears had gotten heavier, and his fists were clenched so tight that blood vegan to drip from his hands; he was holding himself back, and I was grateful for that, even though I probably didn't deserve it.

"I-it isn't fair, you know; I go out, I got stepped on by you, I come home and I get stepped on by her! Do you even understand how that feels? Every day I am made to feel useless and deficient; if it isn't by her, it's by you!" Kakarot continued.

"K-Kakarot, I-I . . . I understand-,"

"No you don't!"

"I do!" I insisted, "In case you didn't realize, I've had a pretty shit life myself! I may be a prince, but that didn't stop anyone from spitting on me and making me feel like my life wasn't worth living! It didn't stop the beatings, even if I begged; if I didn't do what I was told, if I rebelled, I was strapped down on a cold bench where I was repeatedly whipped and tortured for a total of ten days or until I promised that I would be a 'good little monkey'!" I didn't know why I was suddenly going out like this to him, but . . . he needed to know . . . he needed to know that he wasn't the only one, "You know why I had been the way I was? Because it was the only way I knew how to survive! It was the only way to stop the physical and emotional torture!" I lowered my voice, though tears were blurring my vision, "I really do know how you feel, Kakarot; I had to feel like that from day one,"

Kakarot was silent then and I wasn't sure if I had angered him further or not. So it surprised me when his arms suddenly came around me, pulling me to his chest.

"I-I'm sorry, Vegeta; I did-,"

"No, I'm sorry; I was part of the reason why you became angry," I whispered.

A soft chuckled escaped him.

"At least you apologize; Chichi doesn't even bother," he told me, "And you're always there for me when I need help,"

"Because you're here for me," I smiled a little.

I looked up at Kakarot to see that he was smiling back at me, feeling his fingers tug gently on my hair as they combed through I, causing my eyes to droop a little at the feeling. As they did so, my head tilted to the side, though was pillowed by Kakarot's hand as it lightly stroked and caressed my cheek. Caress? I didn't have long to wonder why he was doing so before warm, soft, gentle lips pressed against my own.

It was like a rainbow of electric sparks had shot through me, and as our lips parted, I panted as if we had just had a sparring session. Kakarot's warm breath brushed over my face; he had the same feeling. Again, our lips met, but with more passion and heat, and soon, our tongues danced together, a moan escaping me. Once more, our lips parted, and I looked up at him with hooded eyes; who'd have thought that I'd enjoy a kiss from Kakarot. The moment was interrupted for me when the familiar feeling of nausea began to build up. I sighed.

"Sure loves interrupting the better things in life,"

"W-what do you mean?"

"I-I'll be back," with that, I quickly bolted to the washroom, heaving into the bowl.

I sensed that Kakarot had followed me, and felt his hand gently rub my back as I continued to heave. I went limp and let the toilet hold me up, panting a little; I always felt weak afterwards. Kakarot gave me a slight smile and gently shifted me so I was on his lap, his fingers stroking through my hair.

"Would you like a bath or something?" he asked, "It might make you feel better,"

"Y-yeah, I guess that might help," I admitted quietly; I was beginning to get cramps and back pains and usually warm water would help.

"Alright," Kakarot smiled and kissed my forehead, "I'll go run a bath for you,"

He lifted me up and carried me to the bathroom where he sat me down on a wooden chair that they had there. He then began to run the hot and cold water.

"Alright, just call me when the water gets high enough; I'll leave you to . . . u-um . . . get undressed," with that, Kakarot closed the bathroom door, and I guessed that he went back to the dishes.

I was still in my pajamas, which consisted of a large shirt and a pair of cotton trousers, and I quickly tugged them off . . . and immediately saw my bulging belly; it had gotten big really fast. How far was I along now? Three or four months, maybe? Time was going by rather fast, it scared me; before I knew it, I'd be in labor, then- I shook my head. I should stress myself out and there was no turning back now, even if I was considering an abortion. I let my hand lightly fall over my abdomen so that it rested on top of my belly, smiling as I felt it move at my touch.

"Oh, Vegeta, I-,"

I looked up, not really bothering to cover myself; Kakarot had, obviously, already seen me naked. His eyes were wide and faded blush colored his cheeks; he was embarrassed . . . but . . . I could see something else in his eyes. I wasn't sure what it was though. I suddenly caught glimpse of the full length mirror on the wall on the other side of the room. I felt my heart sink; did . . . did he find me disturbing to look at? It's not as if I could help being able to bear a child; most Saiyans could . . . well, that's what my father had told me once when I was young.

I noticed that Kakarot was holding a towel, obviously intending on giving it to me, and, suddenly feeling self-conscious, I went to takes it . . . and almost fell. He had stepped back. I looked at him sadly, and hurtfully; he really did seem to find me disturbing. Tears filled my eyes and I curled into myself, sitting down on the tiled floor.

"V-Vegeta," I felt him pull the towel around me then felt his hard stroke through my hair again, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to . . . be like that . . . I . . ."

"Don't," I whispered, "You don't need to apologize-,"

"Vegeta, I'm cautious and I don't want to hurt you," Kakarot cut me off, "I-I stepped back . . . because . . . I-I . . . I don't think I can control myself around you; I'm afraid that I'll hurt you, b-because I-I . . ." he gulped, "Every time I'm around you . . . I get this . . . feeling . . . I don't know how to describe it, but it's kind of like anger, love, and, sometimes, lust and wrapped together, I-I-,"

"It's okay, Kakarot," I said and hugged him hesitantly, "It's . . ." I sat back on my heels, "You feel . . . protective of me . . . it's a Saiyan instinct to protect another Saiyan who is carrying a child,"

Kakarot smiled a little before moving to turn off the taps. When he turned back to me, his eyes were soft and warm. His hand cupped my bulging belly, gently stroking it as his lips met mine. I leaned into it, kissing back as his tongue played with mine.

"K-Kakarot," I gasped, as his arms moved around my back.

I jolted when I suddenly felt the cold tiled floor on my back; I wasn't sure if I should let this happen or not.

On one hand; I loved him in the same way as he seemed to love me, it seemed like a great moment, and I needed it; these hormones were driving me crazy.

On the other hand; his wife might sense a change in his feeling towards her, though I was surprised they were still together with what Kakarot had said, it wasn't the most comfortable place to . . . make love with someone, and it may be a one off thing . . . kind of like what Krillin did . . . and I didn't want to be hurt the same way, especially by Kakarot.

"Vegeta, I love you," his breath was hot on my ear, and I thought I had hallucinated it, but then he sat back and said it again more clearly.

"R-really?" I gasped.

He nodded and kissed me again.

"I always have . . . but I didn't think you'd ever feel the same way,"

Overcome with emotions, I cried into his shoulder gripping his shirt; I didn't think I'd ever hear him say that . . . to me of all people.

"I-I love you too," I whimpered.

I felt his lips on my neck, feeling him suck gently and biting occasionally. I moaned quietly, and then noticed him removing his own clothes. I looked up at him, a little confused, that is, until he lifted me up and carried me into the bath, setting me down between his legs. I gasped then moaned as his hands began to massage my back; he knew exactly where to rub.

"Chichi always got me to rub her back when she was pregnant with Gohan," Kakarot said, with a chuckle, "I guess you get back pains when you're pregnant,"

"Yeah . . ." I gasped, "Gods, that feels good,"

Kakarot chuckled then tilted my head a little before kissing me. I reached up and wrapped an arm around his neck, deepening the kiss as I turned, difficultly, so that I was facing him, my legs hooking around his waist. We kissed for a while, taking time to enjoy the other's taste and feel as Kakarot's hands roamed over my body, lingering at my belly.

"It's kicking," he smiled.

"I know," I winced, then laughed, "I can feel it, Kakarot . . . and that's not the only thing I can feel,"

I could feel him hardening beneath me, rubbing against my ass in a way that had me turned on just as badly. He blushed and kissed me again, whilst his hands went around, gripping my ass, his hardened member prodding against my inner thigh, rocking his hips a little.

My heart was racing; I could feel it hammering against my chest . . . against his chest. I couldn't believe this was happening; I wanted it to happen so badly, but I couldn't help but feel nervous. I suddenly jolted and went ridged when I felt his finger push into me. So sudden yet expected. I gripped onto him, pushing back onto his hand so that his fingers were embedded inside me.

"W-whoa," Kakarot gasped, "That's going to be a tight fit,"

"Be gentle, please," I whimpered; although I had sex with Krillin, I knew that Kakarot was going to be bigger.

The sounds of water hitting the side of the tub, and my heavy panting rebounded off the walls as he thrusted down onto his hand, his fingers scraping inside. I looked up at him as he pulled his fingers out, and, immediately, I felt his cock press against my entrance. I jolted; he really big, bigger than what I was expecting, and I almost cried out as it was pushed into me, stretching me almost painfully. I whimpered and thought about stopping it there; he was hurting.

Kakarot must have noticed my fear because he was kissing me again, stroking my hair and my sides until I relaxed, before pushing himself in entirely. I cried out then, panting, as tears trickled down my cheeks.

"Hah . . . s-sorry, babe," Kakarot gasped as he wrapped one arm around me, gripping my shoulder and gripping my waist with the other.

I whimpered and whispered reassurance before he took my breath away; thrusting in slow and gently, kissing me to cushion the pain. As our pace increased, water began to spill out from the tub as I bounced on his lap, holding onto him, close enough to hear Kakarot's heart pounding against his chest.

"Nngh . . . hah . . . ha-ahh . . . K-Kakarot . . ." my nails dug into him, "I-I'm gonna . . . ah!"

"V-Vegeta . . . I'm . . . so close! Nngh!"

We became erratic and the warm feeling inside intensified until I finally came, gasping when I felt his seed fill me. I collapsed into his arms, panting hard as he leaned back against the back of the bath. I rested my head on his chest, listening as his heart slowed to its rhythmic beat. He stroked my hair again, and then suddenly sat up, looking shocked.

"K-Kakarot?" I looked at him worriedly, "W-what's wrong?"

"I haven't finished the dishes yet . . . and I still have the floor to vacuums," Kakarot said in a rush, standing up.

"W-well . . . I'll quickly wash my hair and help you," I volunteered.

"No, no, I-I'll do it," Kakarot said quickly, "You just relax; I can handle it,"

I grabbed his hand as he stepped out of the bath.

"Kakarot, I will help," I told him sternly, "I just need to wash up, and I'll get out and help, alright?"

". . . . Okay," Kakarot gave in with a smile.

With that, he quickly collected his clothes and left, leaving me to the, now half-full, bath. I sighed then lay back into the water, closing my eyes to calm myself, but chuckled when I saw that my belly poked out of the water, like an island. Island . . . Kame House . . . Krillin . . . I sat up again as tears filled my eyes. I couldn't believe it. I missed him. After almost two weeks, and after all the hurt, I still thought about him . . . I still ached for him to love me. I gripped my hair. What was wrong with me?

I let my hands fall; I still needed to heal, that was all. I quickly washed my hair and got out of the bath, drying off and wrapping a towel around my waist. I halted suddenly.

"Where are my clothes?"

Goten's POV

School was boring. Today had been going so slow; I almost fell asleep in class about five or six times . . . maybe seven or eight. The last class was maths . . . that was the class where I almost fell asleep the sixth time and possibly the seven or eighth. I couldn't believe this! My mum didn't usually worry about sending me to school, yet here I was, dying of boredom, and to make it worse, I wasn't allowed to invite anyone to my house unless it was a weekend or a holiday. But . . . that may be because we leave far out in the country and it usually took me about an hour to get there flying. I'm faster than a jet at full speed so to an average car . . . pfft, why am I trying to calculate how long it'll take for a car to get to my place? I hated maths; absolutely despised it! Mum said I was like dad with that; apparently he wasn't any good at maths either. I sighed and leaned back in my chair, casually looking around my class. I hadn't seen Trunks all day. It didn't worry me, though; his mum wasn't as strict as mine when it came to education.

"Goten! Six legs on the ground, please!" my teacher yelled at me.

I hadn't noticed that I was rocking on my chair, but I quickly dropped my chair.

"S-sorry, miss," I apologized and made it look as if I was concentrating on my work.

The bell rang a few minutes later and the teacher set us homework in the form of a sheet; we had to have it completed by tomorrow or she'd call our parents or something like that; I think she said something about detention too. I ran out of the school building as quick as I could and rushed around to the alleyway where I shot into the sky. Gohan had told me that I had to be discrete when we fly. I didn't understand why though; he and his 'girlfriend' always fly around, so why couldn't I?

I pondered this as I flew across a forest not too far from the city.

"STOP DOING THAT!"

I stopped short when a voice echoed from below me. Was that Trunks? I blinked in confusion; what was he doing out here? I quickly descended into the forest and looked around. At first, the only person I saw was a girl with long black and pink hair, but then I spotted Trunks in front of her, looking a little annoyed.

"Hey, Trunks!"

I ran over to him then stopped short when I got to him. His eyes were red, like he'd been crying and he looked a little pale. Trunks smiled when he saw me.

"Hey Goten, just the man I wanted to see," he laughed.

"Hm? What about?" I blinked.

"Have you seen my dad?" he asked, "Did he come to your house or anything?"

"Ah, yeah, he did about a week ago," I said, "My mum yelled at him and said something about him 'not staying'. Why, what happened?"

"My dad's sick," Trunks said quietly, "I want to bring him back home, but mum and grandpa don't want him there; they're too busy worrying about their stupid company,"

He hung his head and everything became quiet. I looked up at the girl standing beside him, then noticing the horns on her head.

"Wicked horns, you going to a party or something?" I asked.

She growled.

"I was born with them," she huffed.

"Oh," Trunks looked up, "I'm sorry, Goten, this is Isuzuly; she's from the future . . . Isuzuly, this is-,"

"Goten, I know," the girl said, then smiled, "So, wanna help us find Vegeta?"

At first, I wasn't sure; I mean, I had to get home otherwise my mum would get angry. But, then again, I might not have to go to school tomorrow. I smiled.

"Sure; we can have an adventure,"

Trunks chuckled.

"Adventure time it is,"

AN

A friend of mine on DeviantART asked if I could add her OC, Isuzuly, into this story. I thank her, because, if it wasn't for her, I'd still have a writer's block ^^;