Hold the Phone!

Goku has a Sister!?

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Kenya felt a blush rise as she opened her eyes. She sighed, watching the play of light on the floor, not moving in case Vegeta was still asleep. She bit her lip, feeling his strong arm around her waist. Her naked waist! She felt her face burn, looking down slightly at the comforter. She moved slowly, hoping the prince wouldn't wake before she got out of there. "Where do you think you're going?" Vegeta whispered in her ear. She gasped, squeezing her eyes closed. His arm tightened around her, bringing her flush against him. She jumped, feeling the evidence of his arousal. Kenya bit her lip again, keeping one hand clutched on the edge of the bed. She heard the man she slept with last night move. She pulled the covers up a little. She suddenly felt shy! She'd never been in this situation and didn't know how to act. In a blink of an eye, her back was to the bed, a very rumpled saiyan above her. She flushed again, noticing him watching her with a smirk. She started to squirm.

"What?" she asked, her gaze sliding away.

Kenya heard his deep chuckle, tingles of desire starting in her abdomen at the sound. She shifted underneath him. Her eyes widened as he yanked the covers off her, baring her in the morning light to his gaze. She squeezed her eyes closed in embarrassment. Honestly, she hadn't really checked her body out since sparring with Goku. She still felt like that frumpy, overweight person Vegeta had ridiculed.

She heard him groan, and peaked out of her lashes to gaze up at him. He licked his lips, his heavy-lidded gaze roaming over her body. She swallowed, her eyes sharpening on his face. He seemed to like what he saw, since she could feel him against her lower abdomen. Vegeta bent down and bit her collar bone. Jumping a little in surprise and pain, her eyes flew open.

"Vegeta?"

He didn't answer. She felt his incisors pierce her neck, gasping as she felt blood seep out of her. Kenya shivered, feeling him lick the wound a moment later. Vegeta lifted his head to look down at her, the sight of her blood at the corner of his mouth did something to her brain. Not even realizing what she was doing, she shot up, licking the trail off his mouth. She could feel some primal gut instinct shouting at her to bite him too. A little surprised at the savagery of her thoughts, Kenya jerked back, meeting Vegeta's gaze. He licked his lips, his incisors seemed to be longer than last night. She shivered, watching his eyes dilate.

"What did you do?"

The prince didn't answer, just leaned forward and ground his lips to hers, his tongue snaking in. The metallic taste and scent of her own blood made her snap. She growled, kissing him back just as ruthlessly. Kenya moved, straddling his lap and rubbing against him. She felt a purr emerge, her mind foggy as she moved against him, listening to his answering growl from deep in his chest. A moan escaped, her fingernails digging into his shoulder blades as she felt him enter her. Kenya didn't know exactly what was going on, but her body seemed to enjoy the assault, thrashing around and bucking towards Vegeta. Kenya felt something come over her, a foreign and wild nature emerging, as she felt the spot where Vegeta bit her lightly burn, her collar bone feeling like someone held a match to it. She pushed Vegeta back hard against the bed, still riding him as he watched her. Her hands rested on his shoulders, narrowing her eyes down at him as she felt him lengthen.

"Kenya," Vegeta whispered, narrowing his own eyes. He watched her eyes sharpen, the pupils almost encompassing the irises. He knew what was happening, and he needed to get her to bite him as well. His hands encircled her waist, lifting up and licking her lips. He listened to her growl, her voice a lot deeper than normal. He slammed her down hard onto him, watching as her incisors flashed for a second before she moaned. Vegeta studied her as her gaze clouded again, a hard, savage look came over her features. He growled, showing his canines. As soon as she reciprocated the action, he thrust her mouth to his neck. The sharp sting of her bite made him groan, feeling his blood gush into her mouth as she swallowed. Vegeta growled his release, feeling her lips on his skin.

"Lick the wound," he whispered, groaning at the rasp of her tongue on his body.

The prince layed her down, swiping the hair away from her face as he watched the glazed look in her eyes dissipate. He moved, resting beside her as she continued to stare at him. He watched her lick her lips, her eyes widening at the taste of blood. Kenya shot up in bed, not even bothering to cover her nudity. She swallowed, her mouth working as she stared at the prince.

"What did we just do!?" she asked softly, her hand coming up to touch her neck. Vegeta watched her wince, her hand cupping over the wound.

He leaned forward, meeting her eyes as he came within inches of her. He layed a hand on her thigh.

"You just became my mate."

"What!?"

Kenya stared at him in horror, her eyes big. She jumped up, away from him, grabbing her clothes and thrusting her legs into her sweats. A harsh breath escaped passed her lips as she yanked on her shirt. She didn't look at Vegeta.

"Where are you going?"

She heard him move behind her, but didn't turn around. She grabbed her bag off the floor, swiping a tear away. Vegeta's arm encircled her waist. She closed her eyes, feeling his hard chest against her back. She sucked in a breath, not even bothering with fighting him. That can come later! She gulped, her eyes focused on the balcony doors. For some reason her mind was quiet, as it seemed her eyes couldn't do anything but focus on a spot on the door. Her vision tunneled, barely hearing Vegeta ask her something as he turned her around. Kenya stared at his chest, vaguely noticing that he hadn't bothered to dress. She felt his hand under her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. As soon as she saw those black irises staring back at her, whatever was holding her feelings at bay snapped.

"How could you!?" she whispered harshly.

Kenya watched his eyebrows narrow, confusion shadowing his eyes. He clenched his jaw, a muscle starting in his cheek. She pushed him away from her, glaring at him as she lifted her hand to cover the bite mark again. She closed her eyes, swallowing.

"What's wrong with being my mate?"

Her eyes popped open at his question. She stared at him in surprise. Could he not see what was wrong with this! The ramifications of what he just did!

"What's wrong!" she whispered. "What's wrong!?" Her voice got louder as anger started in her chest.

"The fact of the matter is Vegeta, is that I had no damn clue what I was doing! I didn't know I was mating to you!"

Vegeta studied her, his hands clenched. "Kenya, what-"

"And another thing!" she stated, cutting him off. "How do you know we're supposed to be mated!?"

She saw him tense at her words, but didn't stop. "What if the person I'm supposed to be truly mated with comes along!?"

Vegeta snarled at her words. Kenya's eyes widened, and she stepped back. They studied one another for a few minutes. Vegeta finally reached down and grabbed his clothes, not taking his eyes off her as he yanked them on. She waited, watching as he jerked his shirt over his head, further rumpling his hair. She felt a blush rise on her cheeks, but didn't break his gaze.

"What about yours?" she finally whispered, after a few moments of silence.

The prince bared his teeth at her, narrowing his eyes before swiftly striding passed her, towards the balcony. He paused before stepping over the threshold, his back to her. His deep voice cut through the silence in the room.

"I already found her."

Kenya freaked. That was putting it mildly. She felt a burning in her chest, a moment later realizing it was from not breathing. A sob escaped as she sucked in huge gulps of air, a hand coming up to cover the mark on her collar bone. It still slightly burned, but she could feel it slowly ebbing away. She frantically searched the room. For what, she had no clue! Her eyes landed on the bed. A cry passed her lips, as she yanked the bedding off and violently shoved it in the hamper. She picked the pillows up, throwing them on the bed as she tried to get control of her breathing. She sat on the bed slowly, her eyes resting on the hand print Vegeta had made in the wall. Was that only a year ago! She swallowed, feeling a sob rise, her throat thick. She looked around the room again, finally stopping at her bag on the floor in front of her. Kenya slowly bent down to retrieve it. She got a whiff of a familiar, nutty scent. Vegeta. He had been in her bag. Feeling a bit betrayed at the show of mistrust, she quietly unzipped the side compartment. She pulled out the watch, twirling it over her fingers slowly for a moment before walking towards the vanity. She stared at herself in the mirror, wandering why she didn't look different, when everything about her had changed. She patted the mass of hair sticking every which way, taking a brush out and quickly taming it. She looked more like her brother than she thought. Is that why Vegeta mated with me? To get even with my brother? Is he right now boasting to himself how he was able to get into Goku's sisters' pants!? Kenya swallowed with difficulty, her eyes resting on the puncture wounds around her collar bone. She touched them with her finger tips, noticing that her hands were shaking. That doesn't explain this though! But then again, Vegeta is one that likes to dominate! Does he think he can control both me and Goku if he bound us!? Why the hell did he bite me, then trick me into biting him, especially since we can barely stand one another!? That man doesn't make any sense! What the hell is wrong with him!? Kenya studied her profile, her face hardening slightly as she looked down. Opening one of the drawers, she layed the watch in it. She stared at it, her hand hovering over the metal piece for a moment before changing her mind, snatching it back out and clenching her hand around it. I know a better place to put this!

Vegeta felt Kenya's ki diminish, knowing she was pissed right now and probably going to her brothers. She acts like I did some heinous crime! What the hell is her problem? Does she find being mated to me so repulsive, or was it just a reaction to the way we acted? I thought Kakkarot said...Vegeta growled, slamming his thoughts away as he trained, forcing himself to do more kata and not go after the woman. Vegeta frowned, still a little surprised that she didn't know the saiyan mating ritual. She was on that other planet since she was a baby, but you would think someone had told her how it was by now! After all, she should have some instincts about her heritage! He growled, frustration brewing in his gut as he slowly descended, cutting the simulator off and making his way across the property. He stepped into the kitchen, intent on getting something to eat and resting for a while. He wanted to see how long it took for Kenya to come back.

Vegeta threw his empty water bottle into the trash, not paying attention to the woman sitting at the table. He caught her beaming at him out of the corner of his eye. What the hell!

He turned, scowling at the blue haired banshee. She continued to smile.

"What?"

He saw her hide another smile behind her coffee cup, hearing a giggle come from her. "What the hell is wrong with you, woman!?"

"Nothing," she said in a sing-song voice.

Vegeta sent her a look, letting her know he thought she was nuts. He turned and grabbed him a plate of breakfast, eating in silence for a moment before Yamcha walked in. Catching his smirk, Vegeta's eyes narrowed.

"What the hell is the matter with you two?" he demanded, looking from one to the other. Vegeta grunted when they didn't say anything, returning his attention to his plate. Bulma's voice made him pause.

"You would think after last night you would be a little more mellow!" she huffed.

Vegeta's head jerked up at her words, his eyes narrowing dangerously low as he glared at her. "What did you say?" he asked softly.

Bulma swallowed, pressing her lips together. She didn't say anything. Slamming his cup down, Vegeta ignored the little scream that came from the woman across from him as the glass shattered. Snarling at the both of them, he stalked out.

They both stared at the swinging door. "It seems like having sex has made him worse! Jeez!"

Bulma narrowed her eyes. "Wander if they had a fight this morning?"

Yamcha quirked an eyebrow at her, sitting down in front of her and forking some eggs into his mouth. At his expression, she rolled her eyes.

"Well, think about it Yamcha! When are they NOT fighting?"

"Apparently when they're having sex!" he stated, looking at his plate. "You didn't see anything broken last night, did you?"

Bulma pouted for a moment, before lifting her shoulders and sighing.

"And here I thought Kenya was going to get her prince after all!"

Vegeta stared down at the watch sitting on his dresser. He picked it up, studying it closely, just to make sure. Yep, it was the watch from Kenya's bag. He eyed the face for a few minutes longer, before setting it slowly back on the dresser top. He knew what this meant! A raging snarl erupted from his throat. He threw his clothes off, quickly donning some clean pants and a shirt, before jerking the balcony doors open so hard the glass cracked. He didn't pay it any attention, as his gaze narrowed towards Mt. Paozu. Vegeta gritted his teeth, snarling again as he took off.

She's not escaping that easily!

A/N: So! How do you like the dynamics of their relationship so far!? No, it's was gonna be all hunky dorey after they had sex! Of course there's going to be some arguing! Come on! It's Vegeta! Nuff said! Thank you all for reading, if you're still with it for this long!

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