Hold the Phone!
Goku has a Sister!?
6
They all watched as Vegeta blasted off, disappearing over the city. Goku narrowed his eyes, looking back towards the sliding door. Gohan and Piccolo silently snickered.
"It's about time someone got under his skin," Piccolo stated.
Goku looked at him in surprise. "What are you talking about? It's not good! They hate each other! I didn't realize how much until now."
"Dad, they like each other," Gohan stated softly.
"Huh!"
"Goku," Piccolo said patiently, " why do you think he didn't retaliate when she said those things. Why do you think it made him so angry!?"
"He would get mad at anyone who would say that! They wouldn't live to say it again, that's for sure!"
"Listen to what you just said, dad," Gohan said.
"There's no way they like each other! Kenya was cursing him out the other day! And it doesn't seem like he cares for her either."
Piccolo snorted. "She probably doesn't want anyone knowing she likes him. Look at what he said about her when they first met. Would you want someone like that knowing you liked them?"
"No," Goku studied the door again. "I'm gonna go ask her."
He left before they could say anything.
Gohan looked at Piccolo. "Sometimes, my dad doesn't make the smartest decisions."
Goku paused outside his sister's room. Taking a deep breath, he knocked softly. There was silence on the other side. He strained to hear anything, but there was no movement, no rustling. He tried the handle, cracking the door opened when it turned.
"Kenya?" he said softly.
She was laying on the bed, facing the wall. He quickly slid into the room as he heard Bulma coming up the stairs. Goku firmly shut the door, waiting for Bulma to pass before taking his hand off the wood. He turned to his sister.
"Kenya," he said softly again, walking over and peering down at her. She was fast asleep. He studied her for a moment, before straightening back up.
His gaze roamed the room, slighting frowning, seeing that there was no personalized stuff to mark this space as hers. She had said she didn't want to bring anything, but still! She didn't even have any clothes laying around. Everything was neat and tidy. She's more like Vegeta than she is me! Goku's brows narrowed a second later as his eye caught an indention in the wall. He walked over to it. He studied it for a moment, before realizing it was a hand print. Goku slowly put his hand out, covering the cracked wall with his hand. It's almost the same size as my hand, about the size of Vegeta's! He studied it a second time, before roaming over the room again, this time with a critical eye. Nothing else seemed out of place. Goku's gaze went to his sister's sleeping form. What's going on between you two! He narrowed his eyes. I know one thing! If Vegeta hurts my sister, Goku clenched his hands into fists, he'll have hell to pay! He walked back over to the bed, bending down and kissing her lightly on the forehead. His frown deepened when he noticed her hugging a pillow. He stared at it for a moment, before turning and quietly letting himself out.
The cold woke her. She sighed, moving a little in restlessness as she tried to get warm. She scrunched into a ball, the pillow against her chest providing the only warmth. Her eyebrows gently furrowed. Why am I cold? Did I leave the balcony doors open? A second later mentally shaking her head, No, she never opened them. Sighing again, she fought wakefulness, trying find a comfortable, warm spot on the bed as she turned. A minute later a cover was pulled over her, the warmth enveloping her welcoming. She sighed, this time with a small smile. She burrowed under the covers, feeling hands pulling the cover up around her.
"Thanks Goku," she murmured softly, still mostly asleep.
She vaguely felt the hands pause for a moment as she slipped back into sleep.
-A Week Later-
Bulma and Yamcha watched as Kenya filled a plate for breakfast. Bulma sipped her coffee, hoping Vegeta didn't come in, because she really didn't feel like redoing her kitchen. Yamcha cleared his throat. Her gaze swung to his. He glanced behind her. Her eyes widened as he nodded to her, getting up and putting his dish in the sink. He didn't want to be anywhere near the table when Vegeta walked in. He leaned against the counter, watching as Bulma joined him.
"Coward," she whispered.
"Damn straight!" he whispered back, tensing as the man in question stomped through the sliding glass door. They saw Kenya tense as well, her fork stopping halfway to her mouth. She didn't look up, just set her fork down and got up to leave. Bulma and Yamcha's head swung around at the sound of Vegeta's voice.
"Don't leave on my account!" he snarled, "finish your damn breakfast! You're too scrawny as it is."
They saw her eyes snap as she paused, slowly turning towards the prince. "Oh, this is a change! First I was too fat, now I'm too scrawny!"
The woman clenched her jaw. "So the 'prince' (Dude! She did this with air quotes!) can't make up his mind! How convenient. Is that why the empire fell!?"
They saw Vegeta tense, his face a mask of rage. Shit! Bulma and Yamcha's gaze went back and forth, as if they were watching a tennis match. You could here a pin drop in the room. Vegeta finally growled, throwing his towel down on the floor and stalking towards the woman.
"I'm out of here," Yamcha stated, making a quick exit. Bulma looked at the two stubborn saiyans before she followed her husband. She took one last look back, noticing Kenya wasn't budging an inch. She's either very brave, or very stupid!
Vegeta stomped towards her, but she held her ground. She was sick of him trying to bully her! He stopped mere inches from her, his eyes blazing as he glared down at her. They didn't say anything. Before she could blink, he had her over his shoulder, strolling through the living room towards the stairs.
"Put me down! You arrogant, overbearing, good for nothing-"
The breath left her body as he bounced up the stairs, holding her firmly with one arm. She punched him in the back, but all he did is grunt. He didn't slow down, not even at her door, which is where she thought they were going. She punched him again, this time in the side. She heard his breath hiss. She pushed herself up, clenching his shoulder as he stepped through a doorway. She glared down at him as the door slammed shut. She met his eyes.
"Put me down!" she demanded through clenched teeth. Her eyes widened momentarily as he let her slide slowly through his arm, rubbing against him the whole way. She jerked back, stumbling a little as he dropped his arm. She glared at him for a moment, before turning and flinging the balcony doors open. She jumped. Kenya cried out as a hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her back down. She shoved the hair off her face, glaring at Vegeta.
"Let me go!" she stated, yanking her arm. He didn't let go, just narrowed his eyes. He jerked his arm, and she flew forward, grunting as she smacked his chest. He snaked a hand around her waist before she could move. She grabbed him by the shoulder's and pushed. But all that succeeded in doing is bending her over his arm. She scowled, frowning.
"Dammit Vegeta! Stop being an ass! Let me go so we don't have to be in each other's company anymore!"
"No," he growled.
"Oh, so you like to torture yourself! Well, have fun with that! I'm leaving!" Kenya yelled, twisting in his arms, trying to break free. He didn't budge. She growled.
"Damn you! Let me go!" she screamed.
She felt herself flying through the air a moment later, although not outside. Unfortunately it was into his room. She landed on his bed, bouncing for a moment before she scrambled up, watching him slowly close the windows, his gaze on her. Her eyes narrowed. She snarled, jumping up onto her hands and knees, ready to bolt. He was in front of her a moment later, watching her bare her teeth. She avoided looking past his neck, his chest bare and sweaty from the workout he had already done this morning. Their eyes met. He suddenly grabbed her legs, yanking them out from under her. She landed on her back, letting out a yelp. He slapped both hands onto the bed before she could breathe. She narrowed her eyes as he pinned her. She bucked, trying to fling him off. He didn't budge, just watched her, a muscle ticking in his jaw.
"Let me up," she growled through clenched teeth.
"You need to learn your place," he stated, narrowing his eyes.
"And I suppose you're going to try to tell me where that is, princy!"
She smirked as his face darkened at the moniker.
She tried pushing on his chest, but he didn't budge. Her eyes widened as tingles of desire started in her belly.
"What?" he demanded as he watched her.
"Nothing," she said quickly. "Let me go."
He studied her face, watching the faint flush the she didn't know about appear. He smirked.
She narrowed her eyes. "What?" she asked, mimicking his earlier statement. Her hands still rested on his chest.
"You want me."
He watched her eyes widen. "I do not!" she protested, scrambling to get out from under him. "Get the hell off me!"
Vegeta studied her for a moment more before standing up. She watched him, her breathing heavy. "It's about damn time!" she snapped, watching his eyes narrow.
Kenya jumped up, not looking back at him as she flung the balcony doors open again.
He grabbed her around the waist, his strong arm like a steel trap. She grunted as he jerked her back against him. She grabbed his arm, trying to extract it from her. She was suddenly whirled around, a searing hot mouth pressed against her own. Vegeta grabbed her hair, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss. His tongue dipped into her mouth.
She couldn't help it, she whimpered. Vegeta tilted her head, changing the angle of the kiss. It seemed to go on forever. He finally raised his head, waiting for her to open her eyes before he spoke.
"Told you you wanted me," he growled, smirking.
She slapped him. The sound echoed across the compound as he finally let her go. This time she was able to fly away.