Hold the Phone!

Goku has a Sister!?

5

When she was sure he had gone, she reached over and locked the door. She knew that wouldn't keep Goku out, but it would Yamcha and Bulma. She didn't want to see anyone. And she had put enough emphasis in her words to make sure Goku left her alone, for the time being. She let her shoulder's droop, her hands unclenching as she crawled onto the bed. She scooted until she was against the wall, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to her chest. A sob escaped her, and she smothered it in the pillow. The adrenaline rushing through her was finally showing its after affects. Her hands shook a little as they held the fabric in a death grip, a pressure started in her chest as she gasped in air. She gulped back another sob. She knew she might have over panicked a little in that gravity room, but she didn't want to be around Vegeta. She didn't want to see him, she didn't want to feel his presence, she didn't want to know that he smelled like sweat, and some sort of nutty scent that had oozed off him when he had gotten too close. She felt her stomach muscles clench, the scent of him still in her nostrils. That's how close he had been! A shudder went through her, and she closed her eyes. The anger she felt a moment ago evaporated, leaving her drained and tired. She loved her brother, she just hated that he does what he thinks is right. What about what I think is right!? Or my requests falling on deaf ears? Dammit! It's not right that I should be stuck here, where I could run into Vegeta at any time. I should have just stayed at my brother's. Kenya took another shuddering breath, sniffling a little as she laid on her side, the pillow still clutched in front of her. I'm just glad I haven't ran into him before this! Her cheeks burned with mortification at the results of what that would have been like. She saw him again, in her mind's eye. He had been bare chested, sweat pouring off him as he had glared at them. The shorts he had been wearing rode low on his hips. That arrogant little smirk on his damn face. She balled her hands into the pillow again, frowning as she thought back to when Goku had first introduced her. Vegeta's face came immediately to mind, his clenched jaw, and rigid body. She winced, remembering that she had seen no one but him. Thankfully no one else saw it. Then he had started his little tirade, while she stood there and let him, dying a little at each word. She had been mortified, shame almost choking her to where she had barely been able to say her own name. She knew he hadn't changed his mind about her, and that he would probably say even more scathing things to her if she was around him now. Kenya squeezed her eyes closed, her face flushing. She couldn't let anyone know, especially Vegeta, that she had a crush on him.

Vegeta grumbled, stomping around the compound. Now what the hell am I supposed to do? He growled, seeing Goku sitting at the patio table, eating for the umpteenth time. Vegeta stomped over.

"Let's train," he snapped, watching with disgust as the man in front of him shoved another cake in his mouth.

"Othay," Goku said, spraying crumbs.

"And swallow your damn food!" Vegeta demanded, stepping back. He watched Goku take a big gulp, smiling over at him as he got up.

"Hey!" Goku said suddenly, a small smile on his face. "Let's get Kenya out here to train with us!"

Vegeta clenched his jaw. Goku studied him. "What do you say Vegeta!?"

Vegeta was quiet for a moment before shrugging his shoulder's.

Goku hid a smirk, turning and running up to his sister's room. He knocked on the door.

Silence.

"Hey Kenya! Do you want to come down here and train with me and Vegeta?"

He listened, fidgeting as the silence on the other side deepened.

Goku finally heard her murmur, "No."

"Aw, C'mon! It'll be fun!"

Silence.

He waited, but she didn't say anything.

Goku waited a few more minutes, then, sighing, made his way back outside.

"It took you long enough!" Vegeta stated, his back to Goku as he took his shirt off. He turned around, frowning slightly at the man.

"She didn't want to come down," Goku said at his unasked question.

Vegeta's lip curled. "And she calls herself a saiyan!"

Goku scowled at him. "Give her a break. She hasn't had much training where she was living. It's still sort of new to her."

"All the more reason to come out and train, if you ask me! That's a pathetic excuse, Kakkarot! Any true warrior wouldn't back down, or refuse to fight. That just shows how weak she is!"

Goku didn't say anything. Just frowned, thinking of the big crater on the side of the gravity room. She's not weak! She probably just didn't want to be around you!

He held his tongue, knowing there was going to be a big blow up between his sister and the man in front of him soon, if he didn't help dispel it. But how!?

They flew up, both powering up as they raced towards one another, unknowingly being watched by someone on the second floor.

Bulma finally got the gravity room built, along with some improvements. Vegeta mentally rolled his eyes at her babbling, warning him not to mess this one up either. Stating she made this one stronger, and hopefully he wouldn't blow this one up too. For some reason, he didn't correct her. He just let her and her dumb ass husband believe he's the one that left a gaping hole in the other pod. He didn't know why though. Vegeta grabbed a towel, stopping in the kitchen to grab him something to eat before going and testing out the new training pod. He looked up as the door swung open, just catching a glimpse of long black hair before the person turned and left without entering. Goku's sister. What the hell is her problem!? Vegeta narrowed his eyes, studying the door for a second before making up his mind. He jumped up, food forgotten, as he walked quickly out of the kitchen. He could see the woman's legs as she topped the stairs. He quickened his pace. He made it moments before she slammed the door in his face. He firmly pushed on the door, not really knowing how weak the woman was. Or how strong! He ignored that. Vegeta slapped his hand on the cracked door, noticing she was doing the same. He saw her glare at him, her eyes narrowing as she pushed a little harder. He clenched his jaw, narrowing his eyes back at her. She suddenly swung the door open, and he fell forward. Vegeta caught himself mere inches from her. He looked down.

"What?" she demanded, frowning.

Vegeta showed no emotion on his face. This is Goku's sister!? How the hell did she go from that frumpy woman to...his gaze slid over her. ….to this! Vegeta took in the fine lines of muscle and trim figure within seconds. His gaze slid over her a second time. He rested his eyes on her face, and smirked. She had a frown that could rival his own.

"What do you want?"

He watched a slight flush go up her neck. She crossed her arms. Interesting! He cleared his throat, crossing his own arms and leaned against the door frame. She wasn't going to get a chance to slam the door in his face again.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he asked, his voice low.

Vegeta watched her smirk, her lip curling a bit as her eyes narrowed into slits. She threw back a chunk of hair over her shoulder, although it didn't look like she did to entice, like Bulma does. It looked like an unconscious gesture. Her shoulder's hunched a little as she glared at him.

"Because I don't want to be around you," she stated, her voice matter of fact. He watched her with narrowed eyes. She didn't fidget, didn't flinch when he moved. Doesn't she know who I am!? His conscious growled. He scowled, straightening up just to see if she reacted. Nothing. She didn't move a muscle.

"Don't you know who I am?" he demanded, watching as she did nothing but blink.

"Yes," she growled, surprising him a little at the angry look in her eyes.

"You're an Asshole."

That's it! A growl of his own burst from him. Vegeta took a step forward, slamming the door behind him. He saw her wince a little at the noise. Good! A reaction! He stomped towards her, watching as she lifted her head to glare at him. She didn't back down. He felt admiration for her at that. She needs to know her place! Vegeta stopped within a hair's breath of her, staring down at her. He vaguely noticed she barely came up to his shoulder. She snorted, glaring at him.

"What? Is this supposed to intimidate me or something?" she asked, a small smile on her face.

His eyes widened at her words, before narrowing on her. He clenched his teeth. He felt his hands clench into fists, rage boiling in his gut at her words.

"You will address me in the proper manner, damn you! I'll not have you disrespect me!"

She frowned up at him, silent. It took him aback a little, the amount of courage she was displaying. She still needs to know her place! Vegeta crossed his arms, grazing her as his arm came up. She jumped back. He narrowed his eyes at her, studying her face. She bared her teeth at him, a sign of warning.

"You want me to address you in the proper manner! Fine!" she bit out between clenched teeth. Vegeta fought a smirk, watching her.

"Get the fuck out of my room! Bastard!"

Vegeta's eyes widened at her snarled words. He stepped toward her.

"Don't you dare touch me," she seethed, her voice low.

Vegeta paused, glaring at her, a muscle clenching along his jaw. He noticed how tight she was holding herself, her arms pressed up against her chest, knuckles white as she clenched her sleeves, shoulder's hunched.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked, his voice rumbling around the room.

She was silent, watching him like a hawk, even though he hadn't moved. Vegeta saw her shiver a moment later. She looked away, stepping around him, watching him watch her. She stopped when she got across the room.

"Get out," Kenya said softly, her eyes studying him.

Vegeta slowly turned towards the door, but didn't walk to it. Instead he walked to Goku's sister, smirking a little as he saw her eyes widen for a second, before narrowing again. He saw a look of surprise on her face when her back hit the wall. She was unconsciously moving backwards and didn't even know it. He stopped when his chest came in contact with her raised hand. She had her face averted, eyes squeezed shut. He waited until she faced him again. Her eyes went to his chest, where her hand rested. He watched curiously as a flush came over her face as she jerked her hand away from him. She schooled her features once more, glaring at him.

"Say whatever derogatory words you want to say, then get out!" she snapped.

Vegeta watched her for a moment, a muscle ticking in his jaw. A second later a hand slapped against the wall beside her head. He watched her eyes widen, a little satisfaction going through him at the look. Though she didn't have any fear on her face. That made him frown. He lowered his face to hers.

"I am the Prince of All Saiyans! And you will address me as such from now on!" Vegeta whispered.

He heard her gasp at his words, her eyes getting a little bigger. He watched her stare at him for a moment, before growling and pushing him away. He let her. He studied her, finding it interesting that she didn't know who he really was. Now she will address me in the proper manner! She will learn her place soon enough!

"Get out of my room," she muttered.

"You'd better learn to respect me woman!"

Vegeta watched a little smirk appear. "Fine. Get out of my room. Now!"

He could feel a muscle ticking along his jaw. Of all the damn insolence! I should beat her to within an inch of her life! Vegeta growled, stepping towards her. It took him by surprise when she did the same. He folded his arms, glaring at her.

"I told you! You don't scare me! You might push over all these other people, but you sure as hell aren't doing it to me!"

Vegeta glared at her, rage still boiling in his gut. He raised a hand, pointing a finger at her.

"You will respect me, low class! I don't want to have to beat you into submission!" he stated, seething.

Her low voice hit him in the gut. "I'd like to see you try."

He snarled, yanking the balcony windows open. He turned back to her. "I am the Prince. You had better think on that the next time!"

Her words stopped him at the railing.

"Not mine," she said softly.

He turned around. She was a few feet from him, hands clenched at her sides as she glared at him. He stomped back over.

"What did you say!" Vegeta demanded loudly.

There was a brief pause. "Not mine," she said again.

Vegeta stared at her. "Not your what?" he asked, his voice deadly quiet.

A muscle jumped in her jaw. She swallowed. His eyes narrowed, watching her.

"You're not my prince," she stated softly.

Vegeta gritted his teeth, glaring at the woman in front of him. How dare she defy me! I'm her prince as well as Kakkarot's! She's needs to be taught a lesson! With a growl, he started towards her, watching wariness cloud her eyes as he got closer. He heard her gasp as he grabbed her arms, lifting her off her feet until they were nose to nose.

"I am your prince!" he stated through clenched teeth. He saw her eyes widen. A shudder ran through her body. He could feel her muscles jumping underneath his hands. Silence fell as they glared at one another.

"You might be my brothers," she finally whispered, "But you're not mine."

Frustration poured through him at her stubbornness. Although he admired her a little for not backing down, he'd never had another saiyan openly defy, and deny, his status. With a snarl, he thrust her away from him, stomping back towards the balcony, and this time, he took off, not looking back.

Goku, Gohan, and Piccolo landed outside Bulma's house. Noticing the gravity room lit, they headed over. They pushed the button on the pod, letting the door down and filing into the training facility. Vegeta didn't look at them as he fired another blast at one of the training droids. He seemed to be mad. Well, madder than usual.

"Hey Vegeta!" Goku said loudly, watching as the saiyan prince snarled as another droid reflected his attack, sending it back to him faster than he shot it. He ignored Goku.

"Do you want to come train with us!?"

Vegeta finally looked down at them, descending a moment later with a deep scowl on his face. He walked over and turned the simulator off.

"Why would I do that?" he snapped, wiping his face with a towel.

"You'll get better training than those droids, for one!" Gohan said, smiling. "And-"

Goku elbowed him. He shut up.

"And what?" the prince demanded, narrowing his eyes at them.

Goku spoke up. "And you get to beat on me! That's a plus, right!?"

They all watched him smirk, drinking the last of his bottled water before slinging it away, wiping his mouth.

"Fine."

He stormed past them, clearly still pissed. They all looked at each other, than back to the saiyan's retreating back.

They all followed Vegeta to the back of the compound, seeing him glance at the house for a second before turning away.

"What was that about?" Gohan asked, curious.

"What?" Vegeta snapped.

"Why did you look at the house?"

The man snarled at him. "What business is it of yours?"

Gohan held up his hands, not saying anything.

Goku turned and started walking away.

"Where are you going, Kakkarot?" Vegeta balled his hands into fists, glaring at him.

"I'll be back in a minute!" he shouted over his shoulder. "You can start with one of them until I get back." He disappeared around the corner.

Vegeta grunted, studying the spot where the other saiyan disappeared. He turned to the namek and Kakkarot's son.

"Well! What are you waiting for!?" He shouted, powering up.

The two fighters flew at him, doing the same.

They all paused when Goku came strolling back over to them. He wasn't alone. Everyone watched his sister keep step with him as they made their way over. There was a growl behind them. Gohan and Piccolo looked towards Vegeta. They backed away, watching as his face turned red, his hands clenched at his waist. His gaze seemed to be on Kenya, his dark eyes flashing.

"Hey, where you going!"

They turned at Goku's shout. Kenya was walking away from them, quickly. Apparently she had noticed Vegeta as well. Their eyebrows rose a moment later as he appeared in front of her. She stopped in her tracks. Gohan and Piccolo joined Goku on the ground, not wanting to miss any of this. They walked a little closer.

They heard Vegeta's low growl. "What did I say the next time you saw me?"

Goku's eyebrows raised, not knowing they had another encounter after the pod incident. They heard Kenya snort.

"I hope you're not holding your breath! You'd die of lung collapse before I grovel to you!"

Gohan snorted a laugh, smothering it with his hand. He felt Goku and Piccolo shaking with silent laughter as well. They saw Vegeta snarl at the woman.Uh Oh! Goku took a step forward, but Piccolo stopped him. He silently shook his head at the saiyan.

"Let them handle it," the namek stated, watching the scene in front of them.

"Vegeta is not going to bully my sister!" Goku said harshly.

"Uh, dad in case you haven't noticed, she's not letting him," Gohan said softly, gesturing to the two in question.

They watched Vegeta take a step towards her, but she stood her ground. That seemed to make him even angrier. He stood within inches of her, gritting his teeth. She crossed her arms. They heard her snort again.

"Like I told you before," she said, her voice carrying over to the group. "you don't scare me. You don't intimidate me, and you sure as hell are no prince to me!"

The group flinched, knowing that those are usually the kind of words to get someone beat to within an inch of their life, no matter who they were. But, apparently, not Kenya.

They watched, eyes wide, as Vegeta growled again, bringing his hand back, watching as a blue ball of energy formed in his palm.

"You'd better watch what you say!" He demanded in a low voice, the ball in his hand growing.

Kenya didn't flinch. "You don't scare me," she stated, not moving a muscle as he raised his arm, getting ready to thrust the ball at her.

Before Goku could move, Vegeta snarled, the ball dissipating with a snap of his hand. He glared at Kenya one more time, then turned and walked away. They all stood in surprise, looking at one another as she, too, disappeared around the corner.

"Why are you following me!" They heard Vegeta shout. The fighters made their way over.

She shouted right back. "I'm not, you idiot! If you recall, I was going this way before you intercepted my path! Now leave me alone, and go train yourself to death, Oh 'mighty prince'," she mocked. She went to walk around him.

Gohan felt his dad tense when Vegeta snaked his hand out and grabbed her arm. He yanked her to him. The man muttered through clenched teeth, but it was too low for them to hear.

"Did you catch that, Piccolo?"

The namek shook his head. "Too low," he said softly.

Apparently whatever he said infuriated Goku's sister. Because the next thing they knew, she pushed a hand to Vegeta's chest and shot an energy ball at him.

They heard him yell, "Damn you!" before he flew past, grunting and coming to a stop. They heard him growl as he narrowed his eyes. Goku and Gohan looked back. Kenya had already disappeared into the house.

A/N: I hope you all caught that little ironic comment Vegeta made to Kenya! I would love for him to say that to me, though in a different concept.

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