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Hold the Phone!

Goku has a Sister!?

17

Vegeta smacked the ground. Hard! He groaned, slowly getting up and gritting his teeth. With a snarl, he blasted back into the air, bringing his hands up as Goku suddenly advanced on him. The saiyan was relentless, beating his fists into Vegeta's face and stomach, watching dispassionately as he fell to the earth once more. It took him longer to get up this time. Goku slowly lowered, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as the prince stood. He frowned. He flew at Vegeta again, watching as the man stood there, waiting for him. He slammed him into the ground once more, looking down at him with narrowed eyes.

"I feel you've had enough," Goku stated. "You know the laws of our race. There might not be a planet Vegetasei anymore, but the rules still apply." He bent down, grabbing the man's hand and jerking him up. He ignored the snarl that came from the prince's lips. Goku took a step closer. "Just because you're the prince doesn't exclude you in this, Vegeta."

The prince hissed a breath through his teeth, glaring at Goku. "I know," he growled, showing his incisors.

Goku didn't back down, just narrowed his eyes even more. They stood in silence for a few minutes, before Goku spoke again.

"You better be ready for the next part," he stated softly, listening as the prince growled. He ignored it, stepping back and giving the man his back once more. "And you'd better hope Kenya accepts, because if she doesn't," Goku paused, turning and studying the prince over his shoulder. "You're going to be in hell!"

Vegeta winced, looking away. He didn't turn back around, even when he heard Goku blast off. He dropped to his knees, banging a fist on the ground in frustration. He thought about the ramifications of his actions, and the damn woman's stubbornness! His mind played back the day before, wincing as he remembered the look on her face. Shit!

A week passed before Kenya was well enough to stand. The bruises had faded to a dull yellow, a sickening color that marred half her body. Her arm had to be put in a temporary cast, the white color glaringly bright against her olive skin. Two of her ribs were broken, while the rest were bruised or fractured. Her lip was split, and a hairline fracture ran along her jawbone. All in all, she was a mess. Thankfully Bulma had the rejuvenation tank ready to go, and Kenya slowly undressed, leaving her black sports top and shorts on as she stepped in, a blast of cool air refreshing against her heated skin. Bulma attached the mask, studying this woman who, according to Chi-Chi, was willing to sacrifice her young life for those she loved. She greatly admired her for that. She heard the young saiyan woman sigh with relief as the green gel filled the tank. Setting the recovery date for three days, Bulma crossed her arms, watching the meter slow as the woman fell asleep. She walked over to the data printing out, the statistics of the woman's brain wave pattern and muscle mass a little alarming. She looked again, just to make sure she wasn't seeing things. The brain waves were erratic, jumping from a very low to a very high, showing that although pain killers were administered inside the gel, it was having no effect on Goku's sister. She was asleep, but alert. Her muscle mass seemed to have jumped also, the underlying strength showing seemed to have doubled within the past few days. It was odd, to say the least. Bulma bit her lower lip, gathering the papers and setting them on her desk. She would look over them more carefully later. She walked back to the tank, studying Kenya. A muscle twitched under one eye, and the girls' hands clenched, even though she was supposed to be out. Bulma studied her for a few more minutes, watching the girls' hair sway in the gel. She looks so much like Goku, it's uncanny! But how come her readings jumped so high within a matter of days!? That makes no sense! Bulma's eyebrows narrowed in thought. It's almost as if she's getting ready for battle in her sleep! Promising herself to have a chat with Goku about it, the blue haired scientist turned, making her way to the normal part of the house where she could think in peace.

-13 hours later-

Bulma watched the green gel lower, the gurgle of liquid loud as Kenya stepped out of the rejuvenation tank. She handed her a towel, watching as the saiyan woman quickly walked to the shower, stripping as she went. These saiyans' have no shame! She picked up the soaked clothes, throwing them into the laundry chute located on the wall. Bulma grabbed the woman's bag, setting it outside the bathroom door moments before Goku stepped into the room. He looked at the empty tank, then at her.

"Didn't take as long as you thought, huh!?"

Bulma shook her head, glancing at the closed door before walking to her desk. She picked up the print-outs, studying them before looking at Goku.

"You need to read these," she stated, handing them over when her friend stopped beside her. Bulma watched him narrow his eyes, his mouth pinching. She knew Goku almost as well as Chi-Chi. She knew he wasn't as ignorant as everyone else believed, and she knew he could understand the data printed on the forms. She waited.

"Dammit!" Goku finally muttered, making Bulma's eyebrows raise. It wasn't every day you heard the saiyan curse.

"Do you know why she's having such erratic readings?"

Goku pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes closing. He finally looked over at her, frowning. "Yes," he practically hissed.

He looked back down at the printouts. "It's because Vegeta mated with her, and because he didn't go through the mating ritual like he was supposed to, now she's going to pay for it. They both are."

"What are you talking about Goku!?"

The man sighed, pausing for a moment before continuing. "On Planet Vegetasei, there's a mating protocol that has to be established before binding yourself to the other saiyan. Because Vegeta did not do this, Kenya's body is trying to compensate for the lack of connection that was supposed to physically and mentally link them both."

Bulma watched him grind his teeth, his gaze sliding towards the shower. They listened to it shut off, a moment later Kenya stepped out, an identical pair of training clothing on her that Bulma had just thrown down the chute. She studied them, an eyebrow raised. She opened her mouth to say something. They all looked towards the door as Vegeta walked in. Kenya's eyes widened a little at the bruises on his jaw. The prince didn't say anything, just walked right up to Goku's sister. He studied her for a moment, his eyes roaming over her face before he swooped down and captured her lips. Goku smirked, noticing Bulma's mouth fall open. He put an arm around his gaping friend, quietly steering her out of the room.

Kenya felt a shiver run through her as Vegeta gently cupped the back of her head, his fingers gripping her hair as he changed the angle of the kiss. They both groaned, pressing a little closer to one another. Kenya felt hands on her behind, clenching before Vegeta lifted her up, keeping his lips sealed to hers as he walked towards the bathroom. He kicked the door closed with his foot, sitting her on the counter and trailing kisses down her neck.

"Vegeta," Kenya gasped, letting her head fall back, exposing more of her neck to his lips. She heard him grunt, his hands trailing along her body, coming to rest under her breast. Her breath hitched, her hands coming up to rest on his. "Vegeta," she whispered again. He finally lifted his head and met her eyes. They studied one another, before Vegeta settled his hands on her hips, narrowing his eyes down at her. "What?" he growled, scowling. He listened to her sigh, her hands resting on his forearms.

"We need to talk about what happened the other day." she stated softly, watching as a muscle started along the prince's jaw. He let out a long breath through his nose, turning his head away from her for a moment. Kenya's eyes landed on the mark she made along his collar bone, her face flushing at the memory. Vegeta turned back to her, noticing the blush.

"What is it?" he asked softly.

"Nothing!" Kenya said quickly, darting a glance back towards his neck before lowering her eyes. Vegeta looked in the mirror behind her, smirking a moment later when he figured out what she had been looking at. He gazed down in amusement at her bent head, watching her fidget for a moment before putting a hand under her chin, lifting her gaze to his. Their eyes met.

"Later," Vegeta whispered, before claiming her lips again, picking her back up and laying her on the cool tile. He settled between her legs, not breaking the kiss. He let his hands roam over her exposed skin, running along the sides of her covered breasts. She moaned in his mouth, her hands clenching in his hair. Vegeta lifted up, studying the flushed woman underneath him as he jerked his shirt off. He grabbed her legs, sliding her closer to him. He slowly unbuttoned his pants, watching as Kenya bit her lower lip, her eyes heavy lidded. He slid the zipper down, smirking as she flushed. He stopped there, leaning back over her and capturing her lips, his tongue meeting hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing his body against hers. She lifted her hips, groaning, as he rubbed her thighs. Vegeta trailed kisses down her neck, running his lips over the top of her breasts. He lifted up, ripping the bra down the middle. He lowered his head, listening to her gasp and moan as he licked her skin. He leaned forward and claimed her mouth, sliding the rest of his clothes off, grabbing the waist band of her shorts and tugging those off as well. He sat up, jerking her forward and settling her on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, a loud moan escaping as he plunged into her. Vegeta buried his face in her neck, feeling her envelope him. A shudder went through him, as he remembered the past twenty-four hours. His arms tightened around Kenya, holding her close as she moved up and down on him. Vegeta felt his throat thicken, thinking of how close he came to losing this woman. He grabbed her waist, listening to her cry out as he slammed her down on him. She increased her pace, flinging her hair behind her as her body shook. She looked at the prince, studying his gaze, watching his eyes soften as their eyes met. She leaned forward, gently kissing the man as she clutched his shoulders. She whimpered, feeling her release near, strong arms holding her up as she gasped. Kenya cupped his neck, laying her forehead against his, feeling him shudder, following her as she came. They stayed like that, clutching one another, their foreheads resting against each other as their ragged breathing filled the room. Vegeta finally closed his eyes, burying his face in her neck for a second time, keeping his arms wrapped around her as he gently rocked them back and forth, neither moving for what seemed like hours.

Kenya walked through the sliding door into the kitchen, flushing when she saw Bulma sitting at the table, studying her with an eyebrow raised. The woman smiled as she caught sight of the redness across the saiyan woman's cheeks. Kenya lowered her gaze, walking over and grabbing some breakfast, sitting opposite the blue haired woman and digging in. Bulma stared at her for a minute, surprised she actually sat across from her. She finally took a sip of her coffee, looking up when Yamcha walked in. He stopped, noticing Goku's sister sitting at the table.

"You feeling better?" he asked, both of them watching as Kenya grunted, not pausing as she ate.

"I would too," Bulma murmured, smirking. Kenya paused, meeting her gaze as she raised her glass to her lips, taking a drink of her orange juice before sitting it back down, forking more food into her mouth. Yamcha sat his plate beside Kenya, sitting down and digging in, briefly glancing at his wife with amusement in his eyes. They ate in silence for a few minutes, Bulma and Yamcha glancing up as Vegeta walked through the glass door. Kenya didn't look up. They listened as he walked over to the food, filling his plate. They heard his footsteps come around the table. A moment later Yamcha went flying sideways as Vegeta pushed him out of the way, sliding the man's dish across the table as he sat. Yamcha scrambled up, swallowing. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at him for a moment before lowering his head to his plate. Yamcha saw Bulma bite her lip. He narrowed his eyes at her. She burst out laughing, sitting her coffee cup down before she spilled it. Yamcha's face flamed, as he grabbed his plate and sat beside his wife. He heard Kenya snort with laughter, glancing over at her. She smirked at him, laughter in her eyes, before returning her attention to her food.

"Shut up," he grumbled, pouting a little as Bulma giggled again. She took a breath. "I'm sorry!" she said, before bursting out laughing a second time.

-A week later-

Kenya lay back on the grass, watching as Vegeta and Goku sparred up in the sky. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, smelling the tangy sweet scent of grass, and the heated, raw smell of sweat. Her brows furrowed. How complicated can my life get! Damn! I don't know what's going to happen with me and Vegeta. Is he serious about me? Is he just passing the time, or does he really care about me? He hasn't said he loves me, not like...she felt her face flush slightly as she admitted her feelings to herself. I love him! And dammit! I don't know what to do with that!? I don't think I should say anything, 'cuz what if...he laughs...at me! She felt her throat thicken, clearing her throat, trying to tamp the wave of tears down. Her brows narrowed as she tried to sort her mixed thoughts and feelings out. He still hasn't talked to me about what happened a few weeks ago! What the hell am I supposed to do with that!? I don't know what to think! I need to know if my previous thoughts and feelings were correct or not, and if anything is going to come out of this! Shit! Is he just passing the time! He's not just trying to keep me from leaving, is he!? She shook her head. That doesn't make any sense! I need to get him to talk to me soon, because I need to figure out if it's worth staying here or not! If he wants me to stay, then I will. But if he doesn't...Her breath hitched, and she swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat. She felt the air cool a little as a shadow fell on her. Kenya opened her eyes. Vegeta stood over her, studying her with narrowed eyes, his body blocking the suns rays. They studied one another before Vegeta spoke.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, watching her face.

Kenya cleared her throat. "Yes," her gaze slid away from his, watching the clouds pass above her for a moment before looking back over. Vegeta was still studying her. She felt a blush rise, settling her clasped hands behind her head. Her orange training shirt stretched taunt at the movement. Vegeta's eyes went to half mass. Kenya noticed the change in his face. She blinked. "What?"

"Nothing," he said softly, raking his gaze over her body. He saw her squirm a little.

"Stop that!" she scowled softly, a little embarrassed. He smirked, his lips parting to say something.

"Vegeta!"

They looked over. Goku stood a ways from them, his arms crossed, an eyebrow raised. "Are you going to continue to flirt with my sister, or are you going to spar!"

Kenya chuckled as a blush rose up Vegeta's neck. His hands clenched, glaring at Goku, then back down at her. "Shut up brat!" Vegeta sent her another look promising all kinds of naughty things before schooling his features, turning and walking towards her brother.

She watched the play of muscle along his body as he strolled across the property. How the hell am I going to leave him!? If he ends up not wanting me anymore, how am I going to live without him!? Kenya watched as both of the men in her life lifted off the ground, an intense sparring match starting between them as she studied the men she loved, sadness creeping into her heart.

-Later that night-

Kenya sighed, feeling a hand snake under her as she lay on the bed, facing the wall. A nutty scent reached her nose, a moment later feeling lips press against her neck. She didn't turn around. Vegeta moved, making himself more comfortable behind her, pulling her back against him with one arm. He laid a hand on her arm, gently squeezing as she shuddered. "What's been going on with you today?" Vegeta whispered, his breath tickling her ear. She momentarily closed her eyes, before rolling onto her back and gazing up at him. She felt his hand rest on her hip. "Are you really that apprehensive about being my mate?" he asked softly. "Talk to me." He saw her wince, her gaze sliding away. Vegeta studied her for a moment. "Are you regretting it?" he whispered, watching Kenya swallow. She shook her head, the movement barely noticeable. "Kenya." She didn't turn back, and Vegeta sighed, rolling her to face him as he hooked her leg over his hip, he wrapped his other arm around her, bringing her snug against him, studying her face. They gazed at one another, before Vegeta leaned forward and captured her lips. He groaned, feeling her fall back, following her down without breaking the kiss. Her hand went inside his shirt, her nails raking lightly over his stomach. Vegeta softly growled, before regretfully breaking the contact. He gazed down at her. "What?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. Groaning again, he sat up, sighing as he studied her. "We need to talk," he stated softly, watching wariness cloud her eyes. She sat up, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to her, scooting over until her back was pressed against the wall, facing him. Vegeta studied her, curious about the protective actions she was displaying. "You were never told of the mating rituals of our species, were you?" he asked softly, watching as she blushed. Kenya shook her head. "Our race has a step process that eliminates the mistake of mating with the wrong person." Kenya's eyes widened, and her hand flew to her neck. Vegeta watched this little movement, his eyes narrowing.

"The first process is supposed to be Tsuyo, a show of strength." Vegeta smirked, looking away for a moment before meeting her eyes. "Kakkarot and I have already been through that phase." He watched Kenya's eyes widen further. She didn't say anything as she swallowed. Vegeta moved, coming closer and studying her. "The next step is the Issho," he whispered, laying a hand on her knee. "What's that?" Kenya whispered, her gaze steady on his. A small smile appeared on the prince's face, but she saw some unknown emotion creep into his eyes. A moment later she realized it was nervousness. She watched him as he softly spoke.

"It basically means coming together," he hesitated, looking away as he finished. "You can choose whether or not to accept my suit." Kenya silently gasped, realizing this was why he was nervous. He's afraid I'll refuse him! Her eyebrows narrowed in thought for a moment, studying the prince's profile as he kept his gaze averted. There's more to this that he's telling me. Why would he be nervous about me refusing him if we've already mated? I'd better find out more about this, since Vegeta's not telling me everything. Making up her mind, she shifted, flicking her hair back and narrowing her eyes at Vegeta.

"How long do I have to make a decision?" Kenya asked, her voice firm. Vegeta's head jerked towards her, his eyes narrowing as he answered. "As long as you need," he stated, studying the woman who aggravated him to no end. He frowned. "What's going through that scheming brain of yours?" Vegeta asked suddenly, propping his hands on either side of her. Kenya smirked, not saying anything. With a low growl, he captured her lips again, flicking his tongue and nipping her mouth. Vegeta broke the kiss with a groan. He swiftly got up, and studying his mate one more time, quickly left the room.

A/N: What's Kenya planning!? Is she going to help the mating ritual along, or is she going to blow it!? How did you like how Vegeta responded towards Kenya after that bout with Brolly!? Too mushy!? No? Please review and let me know!