A/N: In case you were wandering, Vegeta and Kenya have been in the hotel for two weeks. OOOhhhh! *shivers*

Hold the Phone!

Goku has a Sister!?

22

He woke up to music. Vegeta lifted his head, his eyes squinting a little at the light coming in from the window. He looked around. The little radio on top of the dresser was on, the time flashing 10:13 am. He sighed, letting his head fall back on the pillow as he laied an arm over his eyes. Vegeta turned fully onto his back, listening as water ran in the sink in the bathroom. The sounds of Kenya brushing her teeth reached his ears. He looked over after a moment, watching from under his arm as the woman stepped into the room. She was singing softly along with the music, her hips swaying a little as she walked over to the dresser. She seemed to not know he was awake. Vegeta watched quietly as she opened a drawer, her body still moving to the music, as she pulled a pair of jeans and a blouse out. He bit back a chuckle as she scowled at the feminine material, the blouse almost see thru as she held it up for a moment. She grabbed some underwear, muttering to herself as she yanked the offending material out of the drawer. Vegeta watched in amusement as she moved, her hips swaying as she danced towards the bathroom. He let a low chuckle escape as she shut the door. Vegeta sat up, listening to the music she was dancing to. He snorted a moment later, wandering how someone could listen to such a conceited song. He could hear his woman in the bathroom singing along.

"...my name is Keri, I'm so very, fly oh' my its a little bit scary...boys wanna marry, lookin' at my derre...ere you can stare but if you touch it I'm a very...pretty as a picta...sweeta than a swisha...mad that I'm cuta than the girl thats witcha..."

Vegeta chuckled, listening to his mate sing along. He shook his head, getting up and quickly changing his clothes. He turned as Kenya stepped out a few minutes later. She was still singing to the song, dancing along to the music. He leaned against the desk, watching her, a small smile on his face.

"...he turn his head just as soon as I pass him, girls think I'm conceited 'cuz I know I'm attractive, Don't worry 'bout what I think, why don't you ask him!..."

He watched her, chuckling. She whirled around, catching sight of him leaning against the desk. Kenya smiled, still mouthing the words to the song. She danced over to him, grabbing his arm. She watched him narrow his eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asked as she pulled him towards her.

Kenya didn't answer, just smiled and danced against him. She twirled around, her back to him. She put her hands on her waist, shaking her hips to the music. She felt him rest his hands on her hips, tightening his hold as she went to twirl around. She bit her lip, gently dancing against him, feeling him move closer to her. She rocked her hips and shoulders to the music, hearing Vegeta let out a low growl. Kenya smirked, looking at him over her shoulder. She turned, still swaying to the music, wrapping her arms around his neck as the song ended. A chuckle escaped her at his flushed face.

"I take it you don't dance much?" she said, chuckling. Vegeta scowled down at her, pulling her closer to him. She felt him slide his hands down, rubbing her thighs before slowly running them back up, his hands bunching her blouse as he stopped at her bra. She watched his eyes go to half mass.

"What?" she said innocently, watching his eyes narrow further.

"Where did you learn to dance like that?" he murmured, feeling her shiver as he ran his thumbs against her skin, a small smirk appearing on his face as a flush rose on her cheeks.

"From home," she said softly, her attention on the way his thumbs were moving against her skin. She watched him quirk an eyebrow. She did it back.

"Well, I sure as hell didn't learn it from Chi-Chi!"

Vegeta grunted, reaching over and turning the radio off. He looked back at Kenya, licking his lips. She groaned, stepping away from him. She chuckled as he scowled.

"Later," she promised softly, watching a muscle jump in his cheek. Smirking, she turned away, walking over to the bed, sitting down. His eyes followed her, waiting until she sat down to move. He slowly walked towards her, watching as her eyes traveled down his body, stopping at various places before finally looking back up at him. He could see the desire in her eyes. Stopping in front of her, he jerked her flat on the bed. Growling softly, he captured her lips. He listened as Kenya moaned, before she pushed him away. He scowled down at her, resting a hand beside her head.

"Aren't we going home?" she asked softly, her voice laced with desire. Vegeta groaned, a frustrated breath coming from him before he sat up. He saw her roll her eyes. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"What?"

Kenya snorted. "You act like you've been deprived or something! Jeez!"

Vegeta scowled, slightly glaring at her. "Shut up, brat!" He watched her smirk, getting up and going around him. He growled softly, listening to her soft chuckle as she disappeared into the bathroom. He grabbed the clothes off the floor, shoving them into a bag, going over and scooping the rest of the clothes from the dresser into the bag. He looked around, making sure they weren't leaving anything. He turned around as Kenya came out of the bathroom, pulling her hair into a ponytail. She walked right up to him, laying a hand on his shoulder as he encircled her waist. They studied one another for a moment, before Kenya raised up and softly kissed him. Following her down for a moment, Vegeta almost flung the bag down. To hell with going home! He felt her pull away, swatting his shoulder. He looked down at her, smirking as she pouted slightly. "Not now!" she huffed, attempting to cross her arms. They were too close together, so she settled on scowling at him. Vegeta softly chuckled, before putting two fingers to his forehead, feeling Kenya move closer, grabbing onto his arm. Within seconds, they were gone.

She lifted her head, looking around. They were in her room. Kenya's eyes fell on the balcony doors. The glass had been cleaned up, the doors replaced. She could tell the frame had to be replaced as well. She felt guilt start in her chest. Vegeta tightened his hold on her. She looked up.

"What's the matter?" he asked softly, feeling Kenya tense. She slowly shook her head, a breath escaping her. He pressed his lips together. Deciding not to press her, he sat the bag of clothes down on the bed, glancing over as Kenya continued to study the balcony doors. He watched her for a moment, before turning and grabbing his clothes out of the bag. He turned back to his mate, his hand clenching around the clothing as she continued to stand there. Vegeta slowly walked towards her, stopping at her back. He wrapped an arm around her, the other hand clutching the clothes at his side. He pulled her snug against him, feeling her lay a hand on his arm. Vegeta studied her profile, before leaning down and kissing her neck. He felt her shiver. He put his lips to her ear.

"You remember our first time?" he whispered, watching her slowly nod. He heard her slightly moan as he grazed his teeth along her neck. This time it was his clothes that plopped to the floor. He whirled her around, crushing his lips to hers as he squeezed her behind through her jeans. She rubbed against him, a loud moan escaping her mouth. He pressed her against him, her thighs cradling him as he nipped her mouth. Vegeta raised his head, running his thumb across her lower lip. Kenya slowly opened her eyes, looking up at him as she nipped his thumb. He tightened his hold on her, crushing her breasts against his chest. He bent down, nipping her collar bone, listening to her moan. Vegeta slowly raised his head, his hand coming up to cup her neck. They studied one another before Kenya spoke.

"What was that for?" she whispered, watching as he swooped down and rubbed his lips against hers. "Trying to get your mind off whatever was making you sad," he whispered back, raising his head as she settled against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he settled his chin on top of her head. They stayed like that for awhile, until Kenya sighed, slowly stepping back, her hands staying on his arms. She studied him for a moment, before bending down and grabbing his clothes off the floor. She heard him softly groan, and looked up. He was looking down at her, his eyes at half mass. Kenya studied him for a moment before she caught on to what he was thinking. Scowling up at him, she quickly snatched the clothes up, pushing them against his chest with a snort.

"Not on your life!" she stated, glaring at him. She watched as Vegeta slowly smiled, bending down and whispering in her ear.

"All's fair in love and war!" he said softly, before turning and strolling out the door, sending her a smirk before closing the door behind him.

They were all sitting at the table a few weeks later when Goku, Krillin, and Tien appeared. They looked up, Bulma letting out a little gasp. "You would think I would be used to that by now!" they heard her mutter, setting her cup down. No one commented, just studied the fighters standing in front of them.

"What's wrong?" Kenya asked, finishing her plate. She sat her fork down, rising slowly at the look on Goku's face. He was silent for a moment before speaking.

"You remember Brolly saying he escaped hell?" The man asked softly, looking at Vegeta. He waited for the prince to nod before continuing. "Well, he and the androids weren't the only ones that escaped."

Everyone's eyes widened, Yamcha and Vegeta standing at the same time. "What are you talking about Kakkarot?" The prince asked softly, briefly glancing at Kenya. He moved his gaze back to Goku after a moment. Goku's mouth pinched. "Cell and Frieza escaped too. Possibly others," he stated, balling his hands into fists.

Kenya hissed in a breath, growling low as she stared down at her plate. She raised her head, looking at her brother. "When do we leave!"

"You're not going!"

Everyone's head turned towards Vegeta. He was glaring at Goku's sister, his arms crossed. They heard her scoff. "Don't you dare tell me what to do, Vegeta!"

The fighters started fidgeting, feeling a fight coming on between the two. "You're not going," he stated again, not moving his gaze. Kenya snorted, turning towards her brother. "Well," she said, balling her hands into fists. "What are you waiting for? Lets go!"

They all watched Vegeta slowly go around the table, stopping in front of Kenya. "You're staying here," he said, his voice matter of fact. Bulma and Yamcha quickly left the table, going to stand by Goku. They watched as Kenya's eyes widened in outrage, before she smirked. She stepped around the prince, crossing her arms and going to her brother. "Let's go!" she said loudly.

"Woman-"

"We're wasting time!" she stated, cutting Vegeta off. They watched him narrow his eyes at her.

"She's right," Goku said softly, looking at Vegeta. "We're wasting time."

Kenya laid a hand on Goku's arm, a muscle clenching in her jaw. "Don't you want to change?" Goku asked, looking down at her clothes. She looked down, then back at him, narrowing her eyes. "Fine, but you'd better not leave without me. I'll just follow you anyways!" With that, she left the room.

Vegeta walked forward, uncrossing his arms. "Come on! Let's go!" He looked over when Goku and the other fighters didn't move. "What are you waiting for!" he demanded, narrowing his eyes at Kenya's brother. Goku crossed his arms.

"She has as much of a right to fight as the rest of us, Vegeta," The man stated softly, watching the prince grind his teeth. He growled softly, turning his head towards the kitchen door. No one said anything else, waiting for Kenya to appear.

Within minutes, she quickly walked towards the group, her arms swinging at her sides. Vegeta reached out and grabbed an arm. She scowled at him, pressing her lips together. They studied one another before Vegeta spoke.

"Promise me you won't do anything stupid," he asked softly, not taking his eyes off his mate.

They watched Kenya narrow her eyes, before yanking her arm out of his grasp, walking the rest of the way to her brother. They all laied a hand on him, listening as Vegeta tried to talk to Kenya again.

"Dammit, brat-"

"Shut up, Vegeta! We need to go!"

They watched him snarl at her, before looking away. A little amused at the interaction, the other warriors didn't say anything. They quickly disappeared.

Bulma studied the spot the fighters were standing in a moment ago, finally sighing and sitting back down at the table. She picked up her cup, pausing as it hovered in front of her lips. She took a sip, looking over again. She slowly shook her head.

"You guys are too much alike," she softly stated, taking another sip of her coffee.

They appeared in a lush terrain. Piccolo and Chaozu were already there, the namek not turning as the rest of the fighters appeared. Goku and Vegeta went over to him, studying the ground. Kenya quickly joined them, ignoring the look the prince sent her. The rest of the warriors followed behind. No one spoke as they looked around. A dark energy spiked a few miles to their left. Powering up, they quickly headed towards it, a little curious at the dark looks Vegeta kept giving Kenya. She flew beside her brother, not looking back as they landed moments later. Vegeta appeared on her other side, tense. Frieza and Cell were standing a few feet from them, discussing something. They stopped when the fighters appeared. They both snickered, their gazes landing on the new occupant of the group.

"What's a little girl like you doing with these warriors?" Frieza asked softly, a smirk appearing.

Kenya burst out laughing. They all looked at her, their brows narrowed. They watched her catch her breath. "I'm sorry," she squeaked, wiping a tear off her face. "But..." she took a breath. She laughed again.

"What the hell are you laughing about, you stupid girl!" Frieza snapped, taking a step forward.

She chuckled again, before clearing her throat. They all watched her study the tyrant. "Are you a man or a woman!?" she asked loudly, her head tilting slightly. The fighters snickered, watching as Frieza clenched his hands. She laughed again. "You sound like a transvestite!"

The fighters laughed, Vegeta snickered slightly as his gaze went from Kenya to the lizard in front of them. They heard Cell chuckle. Frieza glared behind him, before facing them again. He crossed his arms.

"You'll pay for that, you little brat," he stated softly. His eyes widened a little as she snorted.

"Doubt it!"

The fighters listened to their interaction, before Goku took a step forward. "I'll say this once! Go back to hell, now!"

Both Villains chuckled slightly, shaking their heads.

"Fine," Goku snapped, powering up. Everyone followed. Vegeta glanced down at his mate, before scowling and stepping in front of her. Frieza and Cell watched with interest.

"My my, Vegeta," Frieza said softly. "You protect that girl like she's your mate."

They watched his eyes widen a moment later, cackling as he threw his head back. Cell studied the girl with interest. She shoved Vegeta out of the way, shooting him a look before stepping up even with Goku. They all stayed quiet, listening as Frieza finally fell silent. He smiled, narrowing his eyes at the girl standing beside Goku.

"This should be interesting," he murmured, listening as Cell walked up beside him. "Oh, yes!" The green android said, crossing his arms. They launched themselves, going straight for the girl among the men.

A/N: The song mentioned in this chapter is "Pretty Girl Rock" by Keri Hilson. It's a great song!

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