Hold the Phone!

Goku has a Sister!?

7

He watched her wrap a towel around herself, walking towards the adjoining bathroom and shutting the door before he landed on the balcony, opening the doors and silently stepping through, closing them behind him. He listened as the shower started, a little steam coming from under the door. He walked over. He rested his hand on the knob for a moment before slowly turning it, opening the door and stepping through. He watched her lift her face to the spray, closing the door behind him, not making a sound. His gaze focused on her body, slowly disrobing and stepping in behind her. She shook her head as water poured over her. His gaze was riveted to her form as she slightly turned.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't answer, staring hungrily at her tight, little body. He didn't raise his head. She was slammed against the shower tiles a moment later, legs pushed wide as he thrust into her. He heard her cry out, her nails digging into his shoulder's. He slapped a hand against the wall, increasing his thrusts. The sound of her whimpers and moans filled the bathroom, her legs riding high on his waist. He growled as he felt her clench around him, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt his own release not far behind. He crushed his lips to hers, silencing her screams and she came. A low growl escaped him as he felt his own coursing through him. With one final thrust, he paused, his head bent as he gulped for breath.

"Vegeta"

His head jerked up at the sound of her voice. Their eyes met...

Vegeta shot up in bed, gasping. He paused, his arms shaking a little. When his breathing finally slowed, he threw the cover off him, growling in frustration as his feet settled on the floor. Staring at the beige carpet, he pushed his hands through his hair, sighing. Vegeta quickly stood up, making his way towards the adjoining bathroom. Flicking the switch, he paused, studying himself in the mirror. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" he murmured. He snarled at his reflection, bending down and splashing water on his face. Vegeta watched the water drain, brows furrowed. With a grunt, he smacked a hand against the counter, watching the marble crack under the force. What the hell kind of dream was that? Scowling, he dried his face, flinging the hand towel in a hamper and sitting on his bed again. Vegeta gazed out the glass doors, a frown on his face. Why is that woman in my dreams!? I don't even like her, and besides, she's a low class! She shouldn't even be on my radar. Why is my damn brain focusing on that brat, instead of what I really need to do! Train! Is it because she's a saiyan? He grimaced at the thought, disgusted with himself for finally admitting that she has certain aspects that were common among his race. But she's so annoying! She needs a good beating that obviously Kakkarot didn't give her in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. She's nothing but a brat, with a sharp tongue, and is clearly lazy! She won't even train! I haven't seen her spar once with any of the fighters. Vegeta snorted a little. Not that that is much competition anyways! Hell, she could probably beat those weak friends of Kakkarot's without any training whatsoever. She is a saiyan, after all! Studying the dark sky through the window once more, he scowled, jumping up and moving to his dresser. Vegeta pulled a white shirt out, along with some shorts. After grabbing a towel and something to eat, he made his way to his new training pod.

She glanced out her window, the sun's rays making her squint as she looked towards the training simulator situated near the back of the property. Seeing the red glow inside, she grunted with satisfaction, thankful it was safe to go downstairs. Safe! Since when do you let that egotistical maniac rule your life! To hell with him! Kenya snorted, making her way towards the kitchen as the smells of bacon and eggs frying reached her. She quickly went through the door, not glancing at Bulma or Yamcha as she grabbed breakfast. Bunny came through the door moments after her, getting on her nerves as the woman giggled about how dedicated all Bulma's friends were to train all the time! She saw the woman study her out of the corner of her eye. Shit! What does she want!

"Well young lady, how has your stay been here?"

Kenya frowned, sitting at the end of the table and studying her food. She took a bite before answering.

"Fine," she said, not glancing up.

"That young man outside hasn't been bothering you, has he? Bulma told me about the mean things he said to you!"

Shooting a glare at the blue-haired woman, she gritted her teeth.

"No," she said through clenched teeth, setting her fork down and scowling out the window.

She caught movement out of the corner of her eye, turning her head and snarling as Vegeta walked across the compound. She quickly drained her cup, grabbing her food and stomping out of the kitchen.

"Where are you going? You don't want to sit with us?"

Kenya ignored the woman, quickening her pace to her room as she heard the sliding door open in the kitchen.

Bulma sighed, setting her coffee cup down and closing her eyes.

"Mom!" she finally said, cutting off her mother as she shot questions at the retreating woman's back.

"Just leave her be, okay?"

Bunny looked at her, before studying the swinging door again. "Well, she's a stubborn one, isn't she!"

Yamcha snorted. Bulma hushed him with a look. She looked back up at her mother.

"Why don't you grab a plate mom, and join us."

"I think I will dear-Oh! Here's that handsome young man now! The one I was talking about before!"

Bulma scowled. "We know, mom."

They didn't say anything as Vegeta walked in, going straight for the food, not looking at any of them. His shirt was plastered to his skin, the material see thru with the amount of sweat soaking his skin. His muscles bunched as he tensed, the sound of Bunny's voice echoing through the kitchen.

"Hello, deary! Why don't you join us for some breakfast! That sweet young lady just left abruptly, and I don't know why! So it will be just the four of us!"

Vegeta didn't say anything, just scowled as he sat away from them, not waiting for anyone else as he shoveled food into his mouth. He didn't acknowledge any of them. They all sat in tense silence as the saiyan ate, apparently oblivious to the amount of tension he caused. Or not caring, they weren't sure which. Bulma took a sip of her coffee, draining it and walking to the sink. Yamcha leaned back in his chair, the joints squeaking as he sighed. Bunny, oblivious, hummed as she ate a piece of toast, smiling at no one in particular. Everyone's heads jerked up as the kitchen door swung open. Kenya came in, not looking at anybody. She quickly walked to the sink, setting her plate down and turning to leave. They saw her briefly pause as Vegeta's voice cut through the silence.

"Why don't you train?"

She ignored him, frowning as she escaped his presence. They all watched a deep frown appear on Vegeta's face, his eyes narrowed.

"Little brat!" he muttered, scowling at the door.

"Now why would you say something like that to that young lady!?" Bunny asked, blinking at him. "She's very sweet!"

Bulma and Yamcha's gaze swung to Vegeta as he snorted. He quickly finished his plate, leaving it on the table as he walked back outside, Bunny's questions unanswered.

Bulma sat back down, looking at her mother in confusion as she twittered. Yamcha looked at her also.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking at her curiously.

Bunny waved her hand. "I just think those two make a cute couple!"

Bulma's mouth dropped a little. "Mom! They aren't together! Didn't you just see what happened?"

Her mother pouted. "I saw exactly what happened. And I don't care what you say! Those two have feelings for each other!"

With that, she got up, dusting the table of the crumbs she made with the toast, before humming and walking outside, grabbing her watering can.

Bulma and Yamcha stared after her for a moment, before turning and looking at one another.

"Nooo!" Yamcha said, shaking his head. His eyebrows furrowed as he studied his wife.

They gazed at each other for another moment, before turning and staring at the training pod just visible through the glass.

"Nu uh!"

Bulma said in disbelief, a small smile forming on her face. Their gazes met, before smirking at one another.

Yamcha took a deep breath, jogging up to the saiyan as he stepped out of the pod, watching a scowl darken his face. He watched the man walk up to him, a towel slung over his shoulder's.

"What!? What's so important you had to disrupt my training, you little nit wit!"

Yamcha ignored the barb. "Goku wanted you to meet him up at Kami's lookout! Said it was important."

He gulped, watching the saiyan frown. I hope he believes it! Vegeta rubbed his chin, glaring at him as he thought it over.

"What's this about!? I don't have time for Kakkarot's little moments of clarity, so whatever it is, he can come here and tell me!"

Vegeta turned away, heading back to continue his training. Yamcha sighed, walking towards him. I know I'm going to regret this!

He grabbed the saiyan's arm. Vegeta stopped, slowly turning and looking down at his hand. He narrowed his eyes, gritting his teeth at the man behind him.

"You'd better drop your hand, or lose it!"

Yamcha swallowed. "Look, man! Kakkarot wanted you to meet him up there, I'm just delivering the message. You want to know what it's about!? Go ask him!"

With that he turned away, quickly walking towards the house, expecting any moment to be blasted in the back. He stepped through the door, closing it and resting against it. He sighed with relief, wandering how Goku was doing with his sister.

"What's this about Goku?" Kenya asked, landing softly and walking towards him. Goku leaned up against a pillar, chewing on a thumbnail in nervousness. She narrowed her eyes. "What's going on?"

She watched him fidget, shuffling his feet and running a hand through his hair. He sent her a smile, noticing that he was trying to cover up his agitation.

She crossed her arms. Frowning, she looked around, noticing now there were flowers covering what little soil there was at Kami's lookout, but nothing else had changed since she'd been up here last. She looked toward the time chamber, gazing in curiosity at the open door.

She looked back at her brother. "Goku, what is this about? What did you want to talk about so bad?"

He cleared his throat. "I was just wandering if you wanted to train in the Hyperbolic Time chamber again? You know, get some techniques down pat and stuff!"

She eyed her brother. She didn't say anything. He sure is acting weird! What the hell is going on!

"Am I training with you?" she asked slowly.

Goku cleared his throat again. "Uh, sure!"

Kenya narrowed her eyes at him. Something didn't seem right. Her brother was acting weird.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Waddya mean?"

"Why are you all fidgety and nervous?" Kenya watched his face, knowing something was going on, and apparently, it had to do with her.

"Uh-"

Goku cut off as Vegeta landed.

"What is it Kakkarot!? I haven't got all day!"

Vegeta finally looked up. He snarled as he caught sight of Kenya. She growled. The tension that suddenly blanketed the air was thick as they glared at one another. Her eyes widened a moment later, a gasp of surprise escaping as Goku smacked Vegeta in his chest, the sound made louder by his sweat soaked tee. He went flying back, through the doorway to the time chamber.

"What the hell Goku! What is your problem!?" Kenya shrieked, still staring open mouthed at the doorway.

Goku grabbed her wrist, dragging her half-way across the floor before she blinked, coming out of whatever shocked daze she had been in. She growled up at her brother, yanking violently on her wrist. She gasped as he tightened his hold. She dug her heels into the floor, her eyes widening again as he forcefully dragged her towards the door Vegeta disappeared through.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" she screamed, jerking crazily at the arm he held. She finally snarled, punching him in the gut when he held on. Goku grunted, scowling back at her before flinging her over his shoulder.

"You two have some issues you need to work out," he stated, not pausing as she kicked and screamed. She punched his back, hearing him grunt, but he didn't pause.

She fought violently, finally loosening his hold on her as she fell, her butt smacking the floor. Just then Vegeta came barreling out, his face full of rage.

"You'll pay for that!"

He punched Goku in the jaw, watching with a smirk as he stumbled back a few steps. He waited, tense, as Goku straightened.

Her brother scowled at both of them.

"You two have some issues to work out! Now, I know it's not easy getting to know someone-"

"What the hell are you talking about Kakkarot!?" Vegeta glanced at Kenya, before settling his gaze on the other warrior.

She smacked her hand against the floor, glaring at her brother as she stood. She stomped over to him, stopping in front of him.

"You mean to tell me you were going to trick us into going into that damn chamber!" she yelled, poking him in the chest. "I told you!" she pushed him. "You have no business meddling in my life! Yes, we found each other! Yes, we're brother and sister! But that does not give you the right to make decisions for me!" she shouted, blasting off after sending him another hateful glare.

The two saiyans were quiet. Goku felt Vegeta studying him as he watched his sister fly away.

"Damn it!"

Goku scowled at her retreating figure, before lowering his gaze to Vegeta.

The prince studied him for a moment.

"Tch," he finally muttered, shaking his head slowly before he to, flew off.

Goku crossed his arms. "Well that didn't go too well!"