Hold the Phone!
Goku has a Sister!?
18
Goku looked up as Chi-Chi opened the front door. Kenya stepped through, her gaze landing on him as she stepped over the threshold. She didn't sit down. He watched her walk up, a serious look on her face. She stopped at the end of the table, watching him shovel food into his mouth before speaking.
"I need to talk to you," she murmured, her hands clenching into fists.
A brow rose as Goku studied his sister, briefly noticing when his wife sat opposite him. "Is there anything I can help you with, Kenya?" Chi-Chi asked, her head swiveling from one to the other.
Kenya slowly shook her head, waiting as Goku finished his plate before following him outside. Chi-Chi watched them leave, sighing and looking out the window, taking a sip of the tepid tea sitting in front of her.
"That woman really doesn't do girl talk!" she muttered, grimacing at the taste of the tea, getting up and pouring it in the sink. She watched them walk to the edge of the property, sitting down underneath the massive oak on the hill, facing down into the valley. Chi-Chi shook her head, still a little surprised about the resemblance between them. They could have been twins! That's the only thing they have in common. Kenya acts more like Vegeta, with that wicked tongue and sharp mind. Goku! Well, I know he's not stupid, but he never sticks up for himself like Kenya does! I think even he would hesitate to take her on! A smirk appeared on her face, grabbing the towel to clean the table off. She looked once more out the window at the siblings sitting side by side, before shaking her head and attacking the kitchen.
They sat in silence for awhile, watching as the wind blew the leaves around, the air lifting strands of hair around their heads before settling down again. Goku glanced at his sister, noticing her intense gaze as she seemed to focus on something down in the valley below. She finally looked over at him. He saw her hesitate briefly before she spoke.
"Can you tell me about the mating ritual?" she asked softly, studying her brothers face. She smirked a little as a flush appeared on his cheeks. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. She laughed silently to herself as he swallowed, apparently uncomfortable.
"Well," he said slowly, wiggling a little in embarrassment. "Um, there's the Tsuyo..." Goku trailed off as she nodded.
"Vegeta already told me about that," she stated, "he also said something about an Issho?" she said softly, looking over at him.
"Yeah, um..." Goku rubbed the back of his head. "That basically means coming together.." he stopped as she murmured "Yeah, that's what Vegeta said."
"Okay. What else did he say?" Goku demanded, studying Kenya curiously. She shrugged, looking back over the valley. "That's basically it. Oh! He said I had all the time I needed for that one, but..." she looked at her brother. "Why would he be so nervous about that since we're already mated!?" Kenya asked, narrowing her eyes at Goku. She frowned as he chuckled.
Amusement appeared on his face as he thought of the prince being nervous about his sister's choice. "Well," he focused on Kenya. "Vegeta's nervous because you can choose not to be with him." Goku watched his sisters' eyes widen. "But," she whispered, "We're already mated!" He shook his head. "That doesn't matter. Not with you anyways!"
Kenya narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms. "What's that supposed to mean!?"
Goku rolled his eyes slightly. "Calm down. Not you as an individual! It means that a woman can choose not to stay with the man if he didn't do the mating ritual correctly."
"Oh," she said softly, staring at the ground. She hesitated before continuing. "What else?"
Goku mindlessly started yanking grass out of the ground, a mound of it piling up in front of him as he narrowed his eyes, trying to think of where to start. "After that, there's the Saiken. That means bonding of the minds, and a courtship is supposed to start at that time. Both potential mates get to know one another, and share their strengths and weaknesses."
They sat in silence for a moment, before he heard Kenya snort. He looked over at her. "Like that's going to happen!" she said loudly, her eyes meeting Goku's. He raised a brow in question. Kenya shook her head, crossing her arms. "Can you really see Vegeta doing that, Goku!? You know damn good and well he is not revealing any weaknesses! And I can't see the man courting anyone!"
Goku studied the woman beside him. "He will if he really wants you, Kenya," he said softly, watching as her face whitened slightly. A little confused, he laied a hand on her shoulder. "Kenya?"
"I should have just went home!" she said suddenly. He watched her jaw clench, arms crossing tightly over her chest as she closed her eyes. "I should have just told him no," she whispered, her throat moving as she swallowed.
A little apprehensive at his sister's words and actions, Goku squeezed her shoulder, studying her face. "Hey, it's going to be okay sis! Vegeta will-"
Kenya stood up, walking away from him. She stopped a few feet from him, her voice reaching him as she looked down at the valley.
"Since when have you ever seen Vegeta display, or even talk about, his weaknesses? With anyone!?"
Goku stood up, slowly walking over to his sister, standing in silence beside her as he followed her gaze over the terrain. He put an arm around her shoulders, a little smile appearing on his lips. He looked down at the little spitfire. "It's going to be okay," he said gently. "Everything will work out, you'll see!"
Kenya shook her head, not saying anything. She rolled her eyes at the goofy smile on his face, before punching him in the arm.
"Ow! What was that for!?" Goku watched her smirk, her eyes narrowing as she powered up. "Come on!" she said loudly, trying to dispel the low feelings coming over her.
"Lets spar!"
Goku grinned, flying up with her as she lifted into the air. They both powered up, smiling at each other. Kenya's voice floated over to him.
"One more question!" she said loudly, flying closer to him. She watched him raise an eyebrow.
She paused for a moment before speaking. "How come you didn't tell me about this before now?"
She watched her brothers' eyes widen for a moment, studying him as he thought about her question. He shrugged.
"Didn't think about it, to tell you the truth. Didn't think you would find anyone here, so I didn't bother with it."
Kenya's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open for a second. "What!" she screeched. "You didn't think I would find anyone! What the hell is that supposed to mean!?" Kenya shouted, her eyes narrowing.
Realizing his mistake at his choice of words, Goku started waving his hands back and forth. "NoNoNoNo! That's not what I meant," he said, a little laugh escaping him. "I just-"
"You ass!" Kenya shouted, cutting him off. She came closer to her brother, arms raised. "What!? Did you think I was too ugly and fat to catch someone's interest!?"
Goku opened his mouth, but Kenya didn't give him the chance to say anything.
"That's it! You and me! RIGHT NOW!" She shouted, her tail appearing behind her as her hair flashed gold. She was seriously pissed off! Kenya felt her throat close with tears, and she tamped them down. She knew she wasn't beautiful, but to have her own brother basically admit that she was ugly, that hurt worse, much worse, than what Brolly had done to her. She glared at him, watching as he sighed. He muttered something.
"What!" she shouted. "Say it loud enough for me to hear, dammit!"
Her brother narrowed his eyes at her, crossing his arms. "You're more like Vegeta than you realize, Kenya," he said softly, frowning.
She shook her head, not commenting. "Get your ass over here and fight!" she snarled, watching him power up. Smirking in satisfaction as his hair turned gold, they flew at each other, connecting with a bang.
They heard Kenya slam the front door shut, then stomping as she stormed through the house, moments later swinging the kitchen door open with a bang. Her jaw was clenched, hands balled into fists at her sides. Kenya's outfit was in tatters, a big rip showing along the side of her pants, starting from her hip down to her kneecap. Her golden hair lifted slightly as static ran down it. She was clearly pissed off. Her tail wrapped around her waist for a moment, before unraveling, seeming unable to keep still as it thrashed behind her. They could see her mouth moving, mumbles coming from her lips seconds before she snarled. She stomped to the fridge, jerking it open and grabbing a bottle of water before quickly disappearing through the door again. Bulma and Yamcha stared at each other, wide eyed, before looking towards the door.
"Wonder which one pissed her off this time!? Goku or Vegeta?" Bulma stated, both of them listening as a door slammed shut upstairs. The prince walked in from outside, a towel slung over his shoulder. He suddenly stopped, narrowing his eyes as he looked towards the ceiling. Yamcha knew exactly what Vegeta was doing. He felt Kenya's energy spike in anger as well, swallowing as the man's hands clenched into fists. Vegeta looked over at them.
"What did you two do?" he asked, glaring at the couple. They slowly shook their heads, watching as he pivoted, stalking out of the kitchen, slamming the door Kenya disappeared through moments before.
Bulma and her husband looked at each other. "Told you it wasn't a good idea to have both of them under the same roof," Yamcha muttered, crossing his arms.
She smirked, taking a sip from her cup before sitting it down. "Yeah, but look how passionate they are about each other!" Bulma stated, giggling a little as her husband blushed.
"I've heard," he said, his face reddening even more. Bulma chuckled, both of them listening as a door slammed shut a second time above them, then silence.
He watched Kenya pace across the floor, her tail jerking furiously behind her. He softly closed the door, leaning against it as he studied her. He could tell she was mad, though he didn't know what for. She continued to pace in front of him, not even acknowledging that he was there. He took a step toward her.
"Don't," she growled, raising a hand and finally stopping. Her gaze remained on the floor. She turned, walking back towards her bed before pausing, clenching her hands at her sides and tensing. She suddenly turned towards him. Vegeta studied her face, noticing her golden eyes snapping with fury.
"What do you want?" she asked through clenched teeth, her voice low.
Vegeta crossed his arms, slowly walking towards her. He stopped in front of her, reaching up to cup her cheek. He grunted as she smacked his hand away. A puzzled look appeared on his face. "What's the matter Kenya?"
She snarled, but didn't answer. Her tail banged the ground, before wrapping around her waist. She crossed her arms, looking away from him towards the balcony. Vegeta pulled her to him, ignoring her growls as he wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her flush against him. He could feel the power and anger radiating off her, the two intertwining as it pulsed around her. He tilted her head back around to look at him. She bared her teeth, seeming not to care that he was being calm and gentle with her. Vegeta ran a thumb across her bottom lip, meeting her eyes. "What's the matter?" he asked again, the timbre of his voice low in the room. Kenya glared at him, keeping her mouth closed. He bent down to kiss her. She pushed him away with a snarl, gritting her teeth.
"Dammit Kenya! What the hell is the matter with you!?" Vegeta let his arms fall to his sides, watching his mate as she turned her back to him. Neither said anything for a few minutes.
"Why-"
"I'm leaving," she stated, cutting him off. He watched her cross her arms, her tail whipping behind her.
"Okay," he said slowly, narrowing his eyes in confusion. She looked at him over her shoulder, studying him for a few minutes before speaking.
"You don't care," she stated, her voice low. She watched him scowl.
"I'm not your keeper! If you wanna go somewhere, that's your business." He paused, crossing his arms. "Did Kakkarot piss you off?" Vegeta asked suddenly, his brows furrowing. He watched her slowly nod, still looking at him over her shoulder. Vegeta grunted. "Figures," he muttered. The prince slowly walked towards her, watching as her body tensed again.
"What did he do?" he asked, stopping at her back. She turned her head to face forward, not giving him an answer. "What's going on, Kenya? You're usually not this...emotional. Especially with your brother." He laied his hands on her forearms, the muscles jumping underneath his hands as he tugged her back against him. Kenya relaxed for a moment, closing her eyes and absorbing the feel of him near her, before jerking away from him and walking towards the windows. Vegeta watched her, frustration swirling in his gut.
"Kenya, dammit, what-"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
He watched as she erupted, her power swirling around her as she yelled. He jerked his head around at the sound of glass shattering. The balcony windows burst, shards of glass going everywhere as her energy hit them, the doors slamming against the wall. He slowly looked back over at the woman standing three feet from him, a frown on his face. Confusion clouded his eyes, his fist clenching around the towel in his hand.
"We'll talk later I guess," he muttered, looking at her back once more before turning to go out the door. Her voice stopped him as he laied his hand on the door knob.
"No we won't." she whispered. Vegeta turned back, staring at his mate.
"What do you mean?" he asked softly, letting his hand fall from the door. She didn't face him, just continued to stare out the broken window as she tried to get her breathing under control.
"I told you. I'm leaving," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Vegeta took a step towards her, trepidation starting in his chest. He swallowed, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes, but when you get back-"
"I'm not coming back," she stated, crossing her arms as she studied the sky.
Vegeta felt his heart drop, and sucked in a breath. "You..." he swallowed. "You're not talking about going home, are you!?" He felt the blood drain from his face as she nodded. He studied the floor, his hands clenching at his sides. What the fuck! Why is she leaving me!? What happened between her and Kakkarot for her to suddenly make this decision? I thought she loved me! How could she have feelings for me if she can easily make up her mind to leave me! Vegeta clenched his teeth. His pride started taking over his thinking. Fine, dammit! If she doesn't want to stay, then I'm not going to stop her! Screw this! I don't need it, and I don't need her! With a snarl, he turned, yanking the door open, slamming it so hard behind him that the plaster cracked down the wall. Kenya flinched, her head whipping around as he left. In a blink of an eye, she powered down, surprise and hurt coursing through her that he hadn't even argued about her leaving. I guess I wasn't much to him, after all! If he can so easily walk away, then there's really no reason for me to stay! A cry escaped her, tears rolling down her face as she sank to the floor, not even noticing the glass cutting into her knees. She brought a hand up to dispel the sob escaping her throat. "Oh God!" she moaned, her hands coming up to cover her mouth. She furiously wiped the tears off her face, her breath hitching as she slowly got up. She felt something warm run down her legs. She looked down. Her knees were cut up, bits of glass still sticking to her skin as blood oozed out. Kenya sighed, wiping a stray tear away as she looked around the room. I was right. I should have gone home after coming out of the time chamber. Damn you Goku! You convinced me to stay, and now look whats happened! Not only is my life in an upheaval, so is Vegeta's. I never meant for this to happen! Never thought it would, as a matter of fact. Her hand came up, tenderly touching the bite mark on her collar bone. She wearily walked over to the vanity, studying herself in the mirror. Her hair was in disarray, her outfit tattered and ripped everywhere. There was blood on her arms from when she had rested them on her knees. God! Look at me! No wonder Vegeta didn't say anything about me leaving! I'm not very pretty to look at. She choked back a sob, remembering earlier in the day when her brother had pissed her off. She studied herself with a critical eye. If my own brother doesn't think I'm pretty, then what does the prince see? Kenya bit her lip, tears clouding her vision as she swallowed. She studied her wild hair, much like Goku's but instead of sticking up, it fell towards her shoulders, dropping passed to her waist. The black mass of hair was a wild mess, clumps sticking up every which way. She stared at herself in the mirror, watching as her face crumbled. Is that it! Is that all Vegeta wanted, was a saiyan woman! Any...saiyan woman! She sucked in a breath. Would it have mattered if it was me or not!? She moaned in pain, rubbing the spot above her heart. She leaned heavily against the wall, sliding down it until she was sitting on the floor. She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she tried to keep from breaking down. Kenya didn't know how long she stayed like that, but when she finally raised her head, the sun was already setting and the sky was awash with pink,yellow, and orange. She gulped in a breath, slowly standing and walking towards the balcony. Vaguely hearing the crunch of glass under her shoes, she stepped through the archway. She paused, looking up and studying the sky for a few minutes. Her gaze landed on the moon, the rim of the planet showing against the still blue sky. It made her think of her birth home. Would things have been different if we still lived on Vegetasei? Would we be going through this right now!? She slowly shook her head, frowning. Of course not! Because Vegeta would be the next in line for the throne, and I would just be some lower class saiyan that he would never have given the time of day. Maybe...Kenya took a shuddering breath. It would have been better that way. She frowned, slowly lifting up and floating above the compound for a moment, before letting out a big sigh and blasting off. Within seconds, she was gone.
He watched her step out onto the balcony, her face awash with the suns rays. He felt his gut clench. He didn't know how long he'd been standing there, leaning against the wall, watching her room. Hours probably. Didn't really matter. Nothing did, except for the fact that she was leaving. He felt a pain in his chest, absently reaching up and rubbing the spot above his heart. He sucked in a breath, his throat thick. Is she really leaving!? She was just mad, right! She wouldn't really leave me. She loves me! He took another huge breath, the ache in his chest not abating. Doesn't she!? He watched the play of emotions cross her face, her eyes closed as she frowned. He tensed as she moved, studying her as she lifted up in the air. His eyes widened. She's not really going to... His thoughts cut off as she blasted away, not looking back. Oh my god!