Hold the Phone!
Goku has a Sister!?
11
Bulma eyed Kenya and Vegeta across the table, noticing as the woman slightly hesitated before sitting beside the other saiyan. They didn't look at each other. Bulma hid a smile with her cup as she saw how similar they acted, the methodical way they ate, the slight tension between them making a scowl appear on both their faces. She saw Vegeta glance at Goku's sister, before quickly lowering his gaze, the muscles in his throat working as he drank from his glass. Vegeta stood up as Yamcha came through the swinging door, cup in hand as he went to the fridge to fill it. Bulma watched with interest as he grabbed Kenya's, not saying a word. They watched him fill both, setting hers down beside her as he sat back down. He didn't look at nobody. Kenya's face flushed as she sent a questionable gaze at him. Vegeta didn't look over.
"Thank you," Bulma heard her whisper.
Vegeta grunted, eating the rest of the food on his plate. Yamcha sat down, smirking and raising a brow to Bulma. She sent him a bemused look, returning her gaze to the two saiyans. They didn't say another word to each other as they finished their meal. The married couple watched the fighters stand at the same time, Vegeta pausing and letting Kenya take her dishes before following behind. Bulma's eyes followed her to the door, noticing Vegeta turning the opposite direction, going outside. Apparently to train. Bulma and Yamcha studied one another, smothering a laugh at the obvious interest Vegeta and Kenya showed towards one another, even if they didn't know it!
Kenya looked up as someone knocked on her bedroom door. Slowly sitting up, she frowned, sliding off the bed and walking over. She opened the door. Vegeta stood on the opposite side, leaning against the door frame, his gaze going to her face as she appeared. She quirked an eyebrow at him. He did it back.
She studied him for a moment before stepping back, opening the door a little wider. Vegeta pushed himself off the frame, strolling through as she closed it behind him. Kenya watched him walk around the room, going back to her bed and perching on the side. He stopped at the vanity against the wall, at the end of her bed. She watched in curiosity as he looked down at the bare top. He finally turned towards her.
She raised an eyebrow in silent question.
"I wanted to ask you something," Vegeta said, his voice low. He leaned against the vanity, tapping a finger against his chin for a moment before straightening, walking towards her.
He paused at the foot of the bed. "Have you forgiven me about the first time we met?" he asked softly.
She pressed her lips together, her gaze falling to the bedspread. "Yes," she whispered. Kenya heard him move closer. She looked up. Vegeta was standing right beside her, watching her.
"Why," he asked quietly.
Her gaze returned to the bed, a slight flush appearing on her face. She plucked at the comforter. She bit her lip for a moment before answering.
"What you said was true, and I thought it was ridiculous to hold a grudge."
Silence fell.
Vegeta suddenly bent down, resting his hands on the bed. His face was inches away from hers. She finally met his eyes, hoping he couldn't read nothing in her gaze. I hope he doesn't catch on that I've liked him since the get go. That would be embarrassing! Especially since I have no clue what he thinks of me now! Besides, why does he care if I forgive him!
She watched, wide eyed, as he studied her. He leaned forward.
"What about that comment you made in the training pod?" he whispered.
She inwardly winced, kicking herself for letting that slip earlier. Oh God! What if he suspects! Oh No! Does he remember what I said a few weeks ago?
"What comment?" she asked, trying to play dumb.
He met her eyes. "The one where you called me your saiyan prince." He watched her face redden.
"I don't even remember saying that!" she lied, averting her gaze.
He grunted, straightening back up and crossing his arms.
"It's about time you acknowledged it!" he stated, breaking the camaraderie between them.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You always got to start an argument, don't you!"
"Besides!" she continued, "I don't even remember saying it! Must have been a slip of the tongue."
He studied her. She held her breath, hoping he bought that crap. A smirk appeared on his face.
He slowly walked across the room, his gaze falling on the wall, studying the indention made months ago. Frowning, he turned back, catching her looking away as he faced her. A small smile appeared on his face.
"Why are you lying?" he asked, watching her features. She looked anywhere but at him.
"I'm not!" she stated, "Why would I lie about it?" Kenya asked, studying her bed spread. She frowned, suddenly noticing how girly they were. She scowled.
Vegeta walked back to her. He brought his face within inches of hers, their lips almost touching. He heard her gasp.
"Perhaps," he paused, studying her face, "You don't want me to know something."
He saw her eyes widen. Bingo! He leaned over her, watching her fall back, staring up at him. Her hands rested on his arms.
"What is it you don't want me to know?" he whispered. She didn't say anything, pressing her lips together as they studied one another. He leaned down and grazed her lips with his. He felt her shudder beneath him.
"Are you going to tell me?" Vegeta whispered in her ear. She gasped. He watched her close her eyes.
He gently kissed her, capturing her lips as he wrapped an arm under her. He slowly broke the contact.
"How about now?"
Silence.
"I could keep this up all night if I have to!" he whispered, listening to her soft moan. He grabbed her waist, pulling her towards the edge of the bed, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist. He swooped down, crushing his lips to hers, another moan sounding from her. He growled, tightening his arm around her waist, arching her back and deepening the kiss. She started wiggling underneath him.
"I see you like torture." Vegeta chuckled, grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head. He grasped them with one hand, letting the other roam freely over her body. He slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, licking the skin that became exposed. Kenya did nothing but moan.
"Are you going to tell me now?" he asked again, lifting his head to study her face.
"Tell you what?" she gasped, opening her eyes and gazing up at him.
"What are you hiding from me?"
He felt her squirm under him, though not with passion this time. She was trying to escape. She was able to turn, her back pressed to his chest. Vegeta wrapped an arm around her, pressing her against him. He heard her gasp. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Now I haven't done this position in a while!" he murmured, grinding his hips against her.
She tried to straighten. Vegeta groaned as she rubbed against him, her rear end cupping him.
He growled, grabbing her hips. "You'd better stop before I lose control!" he said through clenched teeth, feeling her freeze beneath him.
"Get off me!" she snapped, glaring at him over her shoulder. He stood, his arm still around her waist. She wiggled, trying to break free. He let his arm fall, watching as she stumbled a little before straightening. She turned and glared at him.
"So I guess we're back at square one!" she snapped, crossing her arms. She swung her head a little, throwing her hair behind her shoulder. Sighing through her clenched teeth, she walked to the door.
"Time to go!" she stated loudly, jerking the door open.
Vegeta walked over, studying her for a moment before lifting his hand. He slammed the door shut.
"No it isn't," he said softly.
"I don't like people hiding things from me, and I'm not leaving until you tell me," he continued, pushing her back with his presence until she hit the wall. He leaned a hand against the wall, a muscle ticking in his jaw.
"Who do you think you are?" she growled, curling her lip. "What makes you think you have the right into my private life!?"
"If it's about me, I have a right!" he growled back.
"What makes you think it's about you!" she snapped, ducking under his arm and going around him. His eyes followed her.
Vegeta slowly turned, crossing his arms. He didn't say anything.
"I thought you were at least being a little nicer to me, but now I see you just wanted something!" She snorted. "Figures! Men are all alike!"
He narrowed his eyes. "You are so stubborn," he stated softly.
"And what? You think you're rainbows and sunshine!? Think again, princess!" she snapped, crossing her arms.
"What did I tell you about talking to me like that?"
She rolled her eyes, slowly shaking her head. "Who cares, Vegeta!? Nobody gives a damn about YOUR STUPID TITLE!" Kenya yelled, watching him grit his teeth.
Snarling at her, he turned and stalked to the balcony, blasting off in rage.
-Midnight-
Vegeta landed, looking up at the moon, studying it for a moment before turning. He hesitated slightly, crossing his arms, before stepping over the threshold. He surveyed the room.
She wasn't there.
He stared at the empty bed for a moment, his brows furrowed, before looking around again. Nothing seemed out of place.
Except for the missing woman.
He walked forward, laying his hand on the spot she was supposed to be in. Ice cold. Where the hell is she!? Is she sleeping somewhere else? He growled as another thought crossed his mind. Is she spending the night with another man? Not really wanting to dwell on why that enraged him, he turned, gritting his teeth and leaving, making his way to his own room. Vegeta slammed his door shut, not really caring it was the middle of the night. He quickly changed, jerking a pair of sweats on and flopping onto his bed. He narrowed his eyes at the ceiling, deep in thought.
They listened to the stomping above them, then the slamming door. They waited, but no other sound came from the second floor.
"He's not going to be happy," Bulma murmured, sighing and laying on her back.
Yamcha turned, laying an arm around her waist. "He's not happy right now!" he mumbled, keeping his eyes closed. He patted her thigh.
"Go to sleep," he whispered, "Worry about it in the morning."
Bulma closed her eyes, listening to her husbands breathing for a moment before opening them again. She studied the ceiling. Vegeta is going to be so mad! She sighed again. I hope he doesn't blow my house up! She winced. I hope he doesn't blow us up!
After a week, he was majorly pissed. Where the hell is she!? He stomped towards the house, growling under his breath. The blue-haired woman and her dumb ass husband were sitting at the table, talking. They stopped when he walked in. He snarled at them, quickly making himself some lunch and sitting at the table. He glanced up, catching the two nit wits studying him.
"What!?" he snapped.
They quickly looked away. A slight smirk appeared on Yamcha's face. "What the hell are you smug about?" Vegeta growled.
He felt satisfaction go through him as the man's face went a little white. Vegeta watched him fidget with his fork, smirking. Bulma bit her lip.
"She went to Goku's!" Bulma blurted out, looking over at Vegeta.
"Bulma!" Yamcha snapped.
"What?" She scowled at her husband.
"She-"
Yamcha cut off, briefly glancing at the saiyan before narrowing his eyes at his wife.
Vegeta ignored them.
Bulma turned towards him again. "She went over-"
"Why would I care what that brat does!?" he snapped, not looking at her. Vegeta drained his glass, sliding his chair back loudly and putting his dishes in the sink. He glared at them again, before heading back outside.
Goku studied his sister as she slowly did the dishes. A surprised Chi-Chi sat beside him, sipping her tea.
"Thank you again for doing the dishes Kenya! You know you don't have to do chores here, right?"
"It's the least I could do," his sister said quietly, "for you letting me stay here." She didn't turn.
Goku and his wife glanced at one another, before looking back towards the woman at the sink. Chi-Chi hesitated.
"Do you wanna talk about it, Kenya?" she asked softly.
There was a moment of silence. "No."
His sister rinsed the last of the dishes, putting them away, not saying anything, before she walked out.
Goku pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. He sighed. "I guess her and Vegeta getting along didn't last."
Chi-Chi humphed. "How do you know it's about Vegeta?"
He sent her a look.
"I'm just saying! How do you know she isn't mad about something Bulma or Yamcha did?"
"Because she wouldn't be walking around here as if her heart were broken," he stated quietly.
His wife studied the doorway Kenya disappeared thru. "She doesn't seem to be the type for girl talk."
Goku shook his head.
Chi-Chi turned to him. "Why don't you try talking to her again?"
"She won't."
"Spar with her then! Maybe then she'll open up!"
Goku narrowed his brows in thought for a moment, before standing up.
He let out another blast, growling as the training droid quickly shot it back to him. He flung it aside, listening as it crashed somewhere behind him. Vegeta turned, blocking the second droids punch, the other aiming at his head. He shot behind him, seconds later the sound of the droid smashing the wall echoed through the training pod. Vegeta smashed his palm into the one in front of him, his hand coming out the other side. He let it drop. It landed on top of the other five laying on the floor, destroyed in one way or another. He breathed heavily, dropping to the control panel, increasing the gravity again. He grunted, gritting his teeth, as the pressure inside the pod intensified.
"Gravity at 900X. Training Continued."
He looked up at the one last bot. It floated above him, smoking slightly. With a growl, he blasted up, swinging, watching the droid go on the defense. It wasn't fast enough. His foot connected with it's side, the exterior breaking before sparks started shooting out. It too, landed on the floor. Snarling in frustration that he didn't have any other bots to train with, Vegeta let himself cool down. He landed on the floor again, vaguely noticing that the panel stated he had been training for 63 hours straight. No matter. Nothing else occupied his time. What about Kenya? Vegeta let out a sound of disgust, smashing his fist down on the control panel, turning the training pod off. He stomped over, grabbing his towel and bottle of water. Draining it, he headed into the house.
Goku and Bulma were sitting on the couch when he walked in. Paying them no mind, he headed for the stairs. Wiping his face again, he threw the soaked towel in the hamper, quickly throwing his clothes in as well before stepping into the shower. Vegeta closed his eyes, letting the hot spray beat on his chest. He sighed, resting his hands on the tiled wall and letting his head fall forward. He slowly opened his eyes, the sight of the shower wall bringing back the dream he had months ago. His hands balled into fists, his eyes narrowing as desire settled in his abdomen. He growled as he felt his body harden. With a quick swipe of his hand, he turned the hot water off. He shuddered a little, letting the ice cold water travel down his body for a few moments. Finally in control again, he snapped the shower off, drying and throwing a shirt and sweats on. Vegeta walked to the balcony, clenching the rail as he gazed at the blue sky. His thoughts were miles away.