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Hold the Phone!

Goku has a Sister!?

10

They watched her stomp across the yard, disappearing through the sliding door. Everyone was silent for a moment, thinking about what happened earlier. Gohan and Piccolo looked at one another, before turning and studying Goku. He avoided their gaze.

"Well, I'll see ya'll later!" He went to blast off.

"Don't you dare!" Vegeta snapped, glaring at him. "You have some answering to do, damn it!"

He slowly walked towards the taller man. The prince folded his arms, frowning. "Why didn't you tell anyone she could do that!?"

Goku let a short laugh out. "Well, Vegeta! You guys..." He rubbed the back of his head. "She asked me not to tell!"

Vegeta growled. "So! We had a right to know that she could transform!"

Goku frowned at him. "I respected her request Vegeta. She's my sister," he stated, his eyes narrowing.

A sound of disgust erupted from the prince, his eyes sliding back to the house. He studied the structure for a moment, frowning.

"That's why she wouldn't train with anyone?" he asked, his voice low.

They saw Goku hesitate, before he nodded. "I guess the cat's out of the bag now!"

No one said anything for a few minutes. Gohan finally spoke up. "I'd like the chance to train with her! Man! She's probably pretty fast, right dad!?"

Goku nodded as the others agreed with Gohan. They wanted to see what she could do also.

"Vegeta?" Goku suddenly said. "Why don't you go get her!?"

The saiyan prince frowned at him, before walking off, glaring at him over his shoulder. Goku smirked at his back.

"Why'd you have Vegeta get her?" Tien asked, once the man disappeared through the door.

Goku smiled. "Because they like each other!" He laughed at the look on Tien's face.

The other's smirked, knowing that things were going to be different between Goku's sister and the prince from now on.

Vegeta pushed the door open, studying the woman in front of him as she paced across the floor of her room. He quietly shut the door. She didn't acknowledge him. The prince frowned, watching her brows narrow.

He cleared his throat. Her head jerked up, stopping mid-stride. They studied one another.

"What?" she finally snapped.

Vegeta was silent for a moment. "Kakkarot wants you outside," he stated, watching her frown deepen.

"No!" she snapped, turning and sitting on her bed with a sigh. "Doesn't he know when to leave well enough alone!"

Vegeta grunted, looking out the window. Silence deepened between them.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" he asked softly, looking over at her when she didn't say anything.

She was studying the floor, deep in thought.

"Would you have believed me?" she asked softly, "If I had told you?"

He studied her. "No," he finally admitted, slowly walking towards her. Vegeta stopped in front of her bed, studying her bent head for a moment before lifting her chin with a gloved hand. Their eyes met. "But you could have always shown me," he whispered.

She leaned back slightly, breaking the connection. "Why did you come?"

He folded his arms. "Curiosity," he stated, his gaze roaming over her. She snorted. "Now I'm a freak, huh! First a frump! Then a 'lower class saiyan', now this!"

She crossed her arms. "Figures," she muttered, her gaze sliding away.

He swooped down and captured her lips, hearing her gasp in surprise. A hand settled on the back of her head, his fingers clenching her hair. A moan erupted from her. Her back hit the bed, Vegeta following her down, not breaking the contact. She clutched his neck, feeling his hands roam along her body. She gasped as a hand grazed her breast. She pulled back, staring at his face. Vegeta studied her with heavy lidded eyes, his face flushed.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, feeling his hands pause.

He blinked, jerking to a stand a moment later. He ran a hand through his hair, gazing down at her. With a frustrated growl, he turned and jerked the door open. He slammed it behind him, not looking back.

They waited outside, sighing as the time lengthened. Gohan swished a foot over the grass, crossing his arms. Yamcha and Tien narrowed their eyes on the house. Goku just stood to the side, a small smile on his face. Another tense moment went by.

"Where the hell are they?" Yamcha finally said, his voice loud.

He saw Piccolo and Gohan smirk.

"Obviously he was 'held up'!" Gohan said, chuckling.

Their heads swiveled towards the house as someone came out. Vegeta walked briskly towards them, gritting his teeth. He face was slightly flushed. Snickers filled the air.

"What!?" he snapped.

"So," Goku said, his gaze roaming over the prince. "Where's my sister?"

Vegeta growled. "She said no!" With that he turned, stomping towards the back of the property.

They studied his retreating back for a moment.

"What did she say no to?" Piccolo asked softly, hearing the others chuckle as they followed the saiyan.

A few days later she was sitting at the table, eating a sandwich for lunch, when Vegeta walked through the door. She tensed, not looking up. Kenya fought the flush trying to rise on her face. She took a sip of her soda, watching out of the corner of her eye as he made himself something to eat, sitting opposite her at the table, surprising her a little. She ignored him, focusing on her food. She was hungry, and it seemed every time she tried to eat, he showed up. She was losing weight fast. She could feel him studying her, her body heating at his scrutiny. She schooled her features, ignoring him and looking out the window. She was just thinking about maybe going to Goku's when the prince spoke.

"Why don't you train with anyone besides Kakkarot?"

She saw him lift his glass to his lips, a small shudder going through her. She didn't turn towards him. After a moment, she shrugged, taking another bite of her sandwich. She sat her food down, not really paying attention as she twirled her cup in her hands. She could feel his penetrating gaze as he continued to study her, shoving the rest of his food in his mouth before standing. She continued to look out the window, listening to the clatter of his dishes as he set them in the sink. There was silence after that.

"Meet me in the training pod."

Vegeta's voice came from right behind her, making her jump. Her body went hot, then cold, feeling his presence right at her back. The room was quiet for a moment before she heard him walk across the room, his footsteps soft on the tile. Neither said anything else as he opened the sliding door, closing it behind him and striding towards the training simulator. She finally looked over, watching him disappear around the corner before glaring behind her. She saw Bulma and Yamcha quickly duck around the corner. Scowling, she put her own dishes in the sink, pausing and studying them. She slowly walked to the glass, frowning towards the nosy couple before hesitating, finally stepping outside and following the prince.

He didn't turn around as she appeared in the doorway. She studied him, fighting a blush at his soaked shirt, his tanned skin showing clear through. She watched sweat trail down his arms, dripping off his clenched hands as he breathed heavily. She took an uneasy breath, watching the light from outside disappear as the door closed behind her. She was closed in a training pod, with Vegeta. A shudder went through her.

"You training in that?"

His deep timber rolled through the room. She watched him look at her over his shoulder. She looked down at her blue jeans and blouse. She scowled, looking back up at him.

"Well, if you had clarified why you wanted to see me, I would have changed before coming out here!"

He narrowed his eyes at her for a moment, before turning his back to her once more. She saw him cross his arms.

"I'll wait."

Silently sighing, she left.

Ten minutes later she walked back in, now wearing her orange training outfit Goku gave her when they first met. She smiled a little, remembering that first encounter. A lot has changed since then. She stopped three feet from Vegeta, noticing he hadn't moved a muscle.

"What are you smiling at?"

He was studying her over his shoulder, a slight frown on his face. She shrugged, tying her hair back in a ponytail.

"Just thinking of the first time me and Goku met, when he gave me this outfit," she stated, looking around the room. Her gaze landed on the training droids, sitting in a corner. Vegeta's voice made her turn to him, meeting his eyes. He faced her.

"Yes, that must have been a surprise," he said softly, a small smile appearing to lessen the sting.

She grunted, shrugging again as she walked the perimeter of the training pod.

"It was no picnic," she confessed softly, gazing down at the control panel. Her brows narrowed, studying the different buttons and levers. She could feel him watching her. She looked over at him. Yep, he was studying her. She felt a blush rise, thankful the room was encased with a red light. She took a deep breath.

"Well, are we going to train?" She turned to him. "Or what?"

He didn't move, just watched her for a moment. "Push the red button," he said softly.

She looked down at the control panel again, looking back up at him a second later under her lashes. She grunted, pressing her fist to the button indicated. She frowned as the pressure seemed to drop, a weight settling on top of her. She looked down, frowning, watching the numbers continue to spike. It stopped at 700x gravity.

"What does that mean?" she asked, gesturing to the display panel. She heard his footsteps, and looked up. A slight tingle started in her abdomen as he came closer. She ignored it. Suddenly feeling a little hot as he paused close to her side, she kept her gaze on the panel.

"That's how intense the gravity is in here right now," he murmured, his low timber sliding through her. She bit her lip.

"So it's at 700 times gravity of that of earth?" she asked, looking up. She silently gasped, not realizing how close he was standing to her. He studied her for a moment before he spoke.

"Yes," he said softly, not moving a muscle.

She slowly walked away, the pressure a little uncomfortable, but not something she couldn't deal with. She let out a big sigh, slowly raising herself up, testing to see how it felt. She paid attention to the slight tension it put on her body, but it wasn't uncomfortable just...dense. She floated there for a moment, focused inward for a few more minutes, before lowering back down. She walked around again, slowly getting used to the pull.

"It's not bad," she said softly, finally looking over at the prince. She flushed, realizing he had been watching her the whole time.

"How did you know to do that?" he asked gently.

She looked at him in slight confusion. "Do what?"

He took a couple steps towards her slowly. "To test yourself before fighting in this environment."

Kenya studied him for a moment, before shrugging. "I don't know. Common sense!"

He smirked, a chuckle emerging. "You can imagine how many fighters don't have that much common sense," he stated, crossing his arms.

She looked at him in interest. "Do tell!"

A small smile appeared. He jerked his head to the side. "You know the blue-haired woman's husband?" He waited till she nodded. "He tried to come in here when I was training," he chuckled. "The pressure was so intense for him, his body smacked the floor," Vegeta paused. "He couldn't get up."

She snorted, laughter escaping past her lips. "Idiot," she said, realizing that for the first time, they were actually having a decent conversation. A smile appeared on her face as she studied him.

He noticed. "What?"

She slowly shook her head. "Do you realize this is the first decent conversation we've had since we met," she said softly.

He studied her for a moment. "And all it took was half a year," he stated, smirking slightly.

"Surprise you lasted," she teased, smiling.

She saw amusement appear in his eyes. He powered up, studying her with slight interest on his face. She powered up as well.

They slowly circled one another, before facing each other and flying up.

"Ready?" Vegeta asked softly.

"Yes my Ouji." She watched, a slight smile on her face as he jerked a little in surprise.

He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at her, before his face cleared and he rushed at her.

"What are ya'll doing?" Goku asked, studying Bulma and Yamcha as they squeezed together to look inside one of the training pod's windows. Bulma waved him over.

"Kenya and Vegeta are sparring!" she said excitedly, her gaze going back to the glass.

Thirty minutes later, all the fighters were squeezed around the training simulator, doing their best to peer inside. They watched as both fighters inside powered up to super saiyan, a grin on almost everyone's face as they flew at each other.

"So!" Yamcha said loudly. "How much do you wanna bet they'll be together by the end of the year!?"

Vegeta turned, staring straight at the scarred warrior, a deep frown on his face. Yamcha ducked down.

"How could he have possibly heard me!" he squeaked, everyone snorting with laughter as he rose slowly and peeked in the window. Vegeta flung an energy ball towards him. They saw Kenya roar with laughter, throwing her head back as Yamcha jumped down. Vegeta sent a small smile her way, before scowling back at them. Both fighters inside the pod lowered to the ground, the red light disappearing as Vegeta walked over and turned the gravity off. They saw him look at Kenya, saying something before the room darkened. A minute later the door opened, Vegeta stepping out and, not looking at any of them, walked across the compound. Kenya emerged a moment later, smirking at Yamcha as he stood off to the side.

She studied Bulma's husband. "I heard about your little escapade into there," she said, smiling. A chuckle escaped her as Yamcha's face turned red. He crossed his arms.

"So I take it you and Vegeta are getting along!" Goku asked, studying his sister.

She shrugged. "It's civil." she paused, "for now."

With that, she walked away, going the same direction as Vegeta.

A/N: Ouji means Prince!