Hold the Phone!
Goku has a Sister!?
3
They all waited anxiously as the last hour ticked by. Vegeta finally gave up, and with a sound of disgust, and a narrowed look at the chamber, he flew off, apparently back to Capsule Corporation. Good riddance! Bulma thought, watching with the others as he disappeared. Gohan walked over to Piccolo, sitting beside where the namek was standing. Yamcha and the other's stood around, making small talk for a while before it trailed off, silence falling between them. They looked at the clock again. Five more minutes. Everyone started getting antsy as the minutes rolled away. Three minutes...then two... They watched the door to the chamber, Chi-Chi and Bulma watching curiously, the fighters frowning as they felt Goku's energy emerging. They moved forward as the door slowly opened, a leg appearing. The door swung out, as Goku stepped through. Everyone smiled, watching his face light up as he gazed at his friends. He stepped to the side, watching the door. They saw him cross his arms.
"It's alright," they heard him whisper.
Slowly another figure appeared. Kenya stepped out, her hair swishing behind her as the door closed. Her orange outfit was as tattered as Goku's. She glared at the fighters, noticing them eying her. They saw her tense. Goku walked over and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"It okay, they're just surprised," he stated, smiling down at her.
She didn't look at him, just watched the others. "About what?"
Goku chuckled, slapping her on her back. They noticed she didn't even flinch. Yamcha's brows raised. "Whoa," he whispered. Tien laughed at the look Bulma gave him.
Goku walked over, bending down and hugging his wife. He looked back at his sister, who hadn't moved.
"They're surprised at your transformation."
An eyebrow lifted. "I didn't think me losing a little weight would warrant them gaping at me like a bunch of idiots," Kenya stated softly.
Goku threw his head back, laughing. Chi-Chi stepped forward, hugging her sister-in-law. "You look great, Kenya! Um...not that you didn't before...it's just..." She tampered off, her cheeks reddening.
Kenya shrugged. "Can we go now, or what!"
They all laughed a little, a little tension disappearing among them as they took off, one by one.
"You can stay with me, Kenya!" Bulma shouted, "I know Goku and Chi-Chi don't have the room!"
"Hey!" Chi-Chi said. "Don't you try to steal my family members! I'm sure we can find a place for her!"
Bulma laughed. "Where!?" she demanded, setting a hand on her hip.
Chi-Chi was silent.
"Aw, c'mon you guys! Kenya can stay where she wants. Stop fighting over her!" Goku said, rubbing his head.
They all looked to the lady in question. She shrugged. "I guess I'll stay with Bulma," she stated softly, looking away. "Chi-Chi doesn't have enough room for another mouth."
"Alright!" Her sister-in-law said, giving in. She shook a finger at Kenya. "But don't be a stranger!"
A semblance of a smile appeared on the girls face.
Then they all noticed something. "Hey!" Bulma said, looking at Kenya curiously, "Where's your glasses!?"
The girl shrugged. "Don't need em' no more," she said softly.
Piccolo and Gohan watched as the other's flew off.
"It's uncanny, isn't it," Gohan stated softly, rubbing his hand through his short, spiky hair.
"Yes," Piccolo murmured, "the resemblance between them is unmistakeable. Especially since the woman truly looks like a saiyan now."
They both frowned. "But can she fight like one?"
Bulma sighed, yawning as she opened a packet of coffee, pouring water in the filter and pressing the "on" button. On auto-pilot, she reached above her and grabbed a coffee cup without looking. She sighed, turning and leaning against the counter as the pot filled. Soon the room smelled like freshly ground coffee, the aroma seeping under the door and through the living room. Bulma quickly made herself a cup, her thoughts settling on the girl occupying one of the guest rooms upstairs. She was very surprised at the woman's transformation. Apparently, now that she's increased her strength, her eyesight has gotten better and, Bulma smirked, her attitude as well. Just from having a conversation with her last night, she could tell Goku's sister had a wicked tongue underneath that quietness. Bulma thought about her own quick mouth, smirking a little as she thought of taking the girl under her wing. She still seemed to be a little timid, especially around men. Thankfully they hadn't run into Vegeta last night! He would have probably sent the girl crying into her room. Bulma felt her brows furrow, thinking of the saiyan's nasty temper. Well, Kenya's a saiyan too! She could probably hold her own! Bulma drank her coffee, thinking it over. She slowly shook her head. No, Kenya would definitely be over her head with that one. She looked up as Yamcha walked through the kitchen door, rubbing a hand over his chest as he yawned. He made himself a cup and sat down, opposite her. She watched him blink the sleep from his eyes. His brows narrowed, apparently thinking about something. He finally looked up at her.
"Do you think it's a good idea?" Yamcha asked softly.
Bulma raised an eyebrow at him, silently questioning him.
He cleared his throat. "Do you think it's safe to have two temperamental saiyans underneath the same roof?" Yamcha studied her over the rim of his cup.
"Kenya's not temperamental! She's the most quiet person I've ever met."
He raised a brow at her, not saying anything.
Bulma frowned at him. "What are you talking about, Yamcha!?"
"Well," he began, "Vegeta is-"
"I know that! I'm talking about Kenya!"
"You didn't notice her mood every time someone brought up the man?" Yamcha said quietly, studying her face.
Bulma thought about it. She did notice the woman's face darken a couple times, but didn't really think about the reason. She had been talking so animatedly that she hadn't noticed what made the girl mad.
"Well, Yamcha! Who can blame her!? With what he said about her before she even went into the time chamber, I would be pissed too!"
They both looked at each other, realizing something.
Bulma grinned. "He doesn't even know what she looks like now, does he?" She giggled, watching Yamcha smirk.
"Boy is he in for a surprise!" Her husband said, draining the rest of his coffee. "And I want to be around when he sees her for the first time!"
They both smirked at each other again, getting up and starting breakfast. They couldn't wait to watch the fireworks.
Kenya slowly made her way down the stairs, following her nose to the kitchen. She slowly swung the door open, looking at the two people sitting at the table. Bulma looked up as she walked in. The woman smiled.
"Hey Kenya! Had a good nights sleep?"
The woman grunted, walking quickly towards the food. Her back to them, she missed the smirk that appeared across Yamcha's face.
"She even acts like him," he whispered, watching the woman fill her plate. Bulma nodded, thinking about his statement earlier. Was it a good idea to keep them both under the same roof? They both seem to have the same temperament, but Kenya's more quiet, more reserved! God! I hope they don't start fighting! She watched the girl sit away from them, a chair between her and Yamcha. She's standoffish too! Keeps to herself, just like Vegeta!Her attitude's nothing like Goku's! Could it be because of where she grew up? I hope she's not as nasty as the prince. Bulma studied her over the rim of her cup, drinking a second cup of coffee. The woman slowly forked food into her mouth, in almost a military like precision.
"What?" she ground out, making them jump. Kenya lifted her head, glaring at Bulma. "Why do you keep staring at me?" she demanded, looking from Bulma to Yamcha.
Bulma's flushed. "Um...I was just wandering. You're not going to start a fight with Vegeta, are you?"
They watched her frown. She eyed them, grabbing her glass. "Who's Vegeta?"
"Well," Bulma glanced at her husband, then back to Kenya. "He's the man that was nasty to you at Kami's lookout."
They jumped as glass shattered. The shards went everywhere as Kenya stood. Not saying a word, she quickly left.
"I guess," Yamcha said slowly, "that answers your question."
Bulma sighed. "Shit!"
"How are we going to keep those two away from each other?" Bulma studied the seat the girl had been occupying, gulping as juice ran off the table onto the floor. Her food sat untouched. They knew she wasn't coming back for it any time soon.
They looked up as the sliding glass door opened. Vegeta stepped through, a towel around his neck. His gaze landed on the mess at the end of the table, a brow raising. Bulma pressed her lips together, not commenting. Vegeta didn't say anything though, just turned and grabbed a plate. Yamcha studied his bare back for a moment.
"Vegeta," he watched the muscles bunch in the saiyans back as he tensed.
"What?" the man ground out, not turning.
Bulma cleared her throat, looking at her husband. Yamcha took a deep breath, hoping he didn't have to listen to a tirade from the saiyan today.
"Would you try to be a little nicer to Goku's sister. She's staying here-"
"So the little twerp made it through Kakkarot's training?" Vegeta muttered, turning and eying them. "Surprising," he frowned, sitting at the end of the table, near where Kenya had been sitting minutes ago.
"She's staying here?" the prince growled, glaring at the two on the opposite end. "Why not at Kakkarot's?"
Bulma spoke up. "Chi-Chi didn't have the room. And, of course, I do!" She frowned at his bent head, watching him shovel food into his mouth.
He didn't say anything, seeming to ignore her. "And I don't want you upsetting my guest!" She stated, watching him smirk.
"I do what I damn well please!" Vegeta stated, not looking up.
"Vegeta," Bulma warned.
"Shut up!" he snapped, finally lifting his head and glaring at her. He finished his plate, standing and putting it into the sink. "I'm not getting within ten feet of that so called 'saiyan'!" he snarled, stomping out of the kitchen.
Bulma humphed. Yamcha smirked, watching him go towards the stairs.
Vegeta stepped out of the shower, yanking a towel off the rack and wrapping it around him. He snarled at his reflection, bending his head as he brushed his teeth. Rinsing his mouth, he spat into the sink, watching the water run down the drain as his eyes narrowed. Female saiyan, my ass! Vegeta let out a sound of disgust, flicking the towel off his waist and running it through his hair. He flung it in a chair, stepping into a pair of boxers and laying back on the bed. He folded his arms behind his head, scowling at the ceiling. So now the frump is staying here! Great! Like I need another person disrupting my routine. Bulma and that wuss husband of hers already bug me every minute of every day! Why not Goku's sister now. Vegeta snorted. I don't believe for a minute that's Goku's relative. That's bullshit! You can tell just from looking at her that she's not a saiyan. I don't know how she convinced him otherwise. A smirk appeared on his face. But then again, Goku is naive, and gullible. She apparently played that up to get him to claim her as his sister. Anyone with a brain could see the woman's nothing but a joke! Vegeta closed his eyes, forcing thoughts of the day before away as he sank into sleep. After all! He thought, right before he nodded off. She couldn't possibly have changed that much!
-Two Weeks Later-
Bulma and Kenya gazed out the window, the woman in the passenger seat studying the terrain as Bulma flew them towards Mt. Paozu. She looked over, studying the young woman's profile.
"So," she began, sneaking quick glances at Goku's sister. "Have you had a chance to spar with anyone besides Goku?"
Kenya shook her head slowly. She didn't turn.
Bulma bit her lip, hesitating to bring up the next subject. Oh! To hell with it!
"Vegeta hasn't been bothering you, has he?" She saw the girl tense, a hand quickly clenching the fabric of her orange training pants. Her knuckles turned white within seconds.
Bulma gulped. She heard a low growl come from the opposite side of the plane.
"No," the woman stated, pausing a moment before looking over at her.
"I haven't seen him," she said, narrowing her eyes.
Bulma's mouth fell open. "You mean this whole time you haven't ran into him once!"
She watched the girl shake her head.
"The two weeks you've been at my place, Vegeta hasn't shown himself?" Bulma squeaked in disbelief.
Kenya just glared at her.
"Odd," Bulma whispered.
"Why is that odd?" the woman asked softly. "I've been making it a point to stay away from him." She paused, turning back to the window.
"Just in case," she whispered, Bulma watching as her eyes narrowed in her reflection.
Thank God! I don't want to have to build a new house, or buy one, for that matter!
They drove in silence the rest of the way.
Goku met them outside, waving with a big smile on his face. Bulma noticed Kenya physically relax when she saw her brother. She jumped out before the plane landed, accepting the big hug Goku gave her. Bulma shut the plane back in it's capsule, watching. She waited for the girl to go inside before walking up to Goku.
"Goku," she said, watching his face split with a grin. She couldn't help it, she grinned right back.
"Hey Bulma!" Goku said loudly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He let his arm fall away a moment later, after giving her a one arm hug. She grabbed his shirt sleeve.
"I need to talk to you about something," she said softly, watching as the grin slid off his face.
"What? Is there something wrong?" He asked curiously, not frowning, but not smiling either. He watched her.
Bulma bit her thumb nail. "It's just that, well, I'm worried about her and Vegeta," she finally said.
Goku's eyebrows raised. He gave a short laugh. "What? Is something going on between the two?" He seemed to smirk.
"NO Goku!" Bulma stated, putting her hands on her hips. "Just the opposite! Kenya avoids him like the plague, and he seems to be doing the same. You can't even mention the man's name in her presence, and she get's majorly pissed!"
"Why?" Goku asked, genuinely puzzled.
"I think it's because of what he said to her when they first met," she whispered. "You remember, up at Kami's lookout!"
"oh," he whispered, frowning. "OH!" he said a moment later. "You're right! That wasn't very nice of him. But she's still mad about that!?" Goku scratched the back of his head, his eyes narrowed.
"Why don't you go in and see, Goku?" Bulma demanded. "You'll see what I'm talking about."
Goku nodded.
They walked into the house, Goku's gaze going immediately to his sister. She was sitting at the table, listening to Chi-Chi's chatter. She had a tea cup in her hands, fiddling with the handle. He felt Bulma elbow him.
Goku cleared his throat, watching as Chi-Chi looked up, still talking. Kenya didn't move. She seemed to be studying the pattern on the china.
"So," Goku said, hesitating a little. He glanced back at Bulma. She made a shewing motion. He took a deep breath. "How's Vegeta?"
Glass shattered. Kenya set down the shards still in her hands, ignoring Chi-Chi's surprised scream as she glared at Goku. She got up and walked out.
Bulma made her way to his side, staring at the broken china for a moment before looking back at Goku. She crossed her arms.
"Told you," she stated, frowning.
Goku's eyes narrowed, studying the doorway his sister just went through. He was a little surprised that she was still upset about that. But then again, he thought, Vegeta seems to hold a grudge for a long time too. Maybe it's a saiyan trait!?
"What the hell just happened?" Chi-Chi yelled. She stared down at the shards of what used to be a china cup. "Dammit!"
"That," Bulma stated, "was a saiyan's grudge."
Goku's wife finally tore her gaze away from the mangled cup. "What are you talking about!?"
They saw Bulma sigh. "She's still pissed at Vegeta, for what he said to her at their first meeting!"
"Oh Great!" Chi-Chi shouted. "Now I'm going to have to use paper cups around this girl!? I already have to be careful with my husband and son! Now his sister too!" she screeched, standing and grabbing the rag from the counter.
"Have they talked it out? At all!?" Goku asked, frowning at Bulma.
He watched her shake her head. "According to your sister, they haven't seen one another since then."
Goku jerked in surprise. "They haven't crossed paths? Nothing!?"
"According to Kenya," Bulma stated, shaking her head. "NO!"
"Interesting," Goku murmured.
"What's more interesting," Chi-Chi said loudly, "Is whose going to replace my dishes when they're all gone!"
"I'll buy you some more," Bulma said, waving her hand.
Chi-Chi humphed.
Bulma met Goku's gaze. "What worries me," she said softly, "is what's going to happen when they blow up at each other!"