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Hold the Phone!

Goku has a Sister!?

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"Father."

The King looked over, raising an eyebrow when his son didn't say anything else. He watched Vegeta study the floor, before looking up at him. He noticed his sons' scowl as his gaze seemed to be inward, thinking about something before he blinked, his cold eyes meeting those of his fathers.

"How come Frieza let me believe you were dead?"

The burly man looked away, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. After a moment he looked back, his eyes softening slightly as he looked at the hard face of his son. He sat down in one of the plush chairs in his sitting room, crossing his ankles and stretching his legs out in front of him. He waited as his son did the same.

"Power," he said softly. Vegeta raised a brow, a little smile on his face. The King sighed. "Frieza believed that if you thought I was dead, he could control you, therefore controlling me." He paused, absently rubbing the spot on his left hand, where a finger used to be. "He convinced you that I was dead, he told me himself what he was going to do. Boasted about it. The lizard was going to have you part of his elite warriors, and he believed that as long as you didn't think you had anything to come back for, you wouldn't try to escape."

He watched as his sons' gaze stayed on the floor, narrowing his eyes after a moment as the prince absorbed his fathers' words. The strong man looked back up at his father, clenching the arms of the chair. The object groaned under the strength of his grip. He met the dark gaze of the King.

"How come you didn't come looking for me?"

The prince's voice rose a little, the anger apparent as it echoed around the room. He watched his father close his eyes, his head lowering to his chest as he slowly let out a breath. The sound of the King's words had him looking away, his throat working as he stared out the massive windows.

"I did," the King said quietly, "You disappeared. Frieza...disappeared."

He saw his father raise his head out of the corner of his eye, not looking back as the man studied his profile.

"It was as if you died," the King whispered, watching his son frown.

They didn't say anything. The King watched as Vegeta lifted a hand, absently rubbing the spot above his heart. The King's eyes narrowed. That was one of many times he noticed his son do that, the months following after the incident with the bracelet. His eyes narrowed even more, catching a glimpse of the metal piece still encased around his sons wrist. He watched as Vegeta grimaced, taking a deep breath before letting it out slowly.

"What's wrong, my son?"

Vegeta didn't look over, pausing for a moment as he slowly stood, walking towards the windows. He looked out, his body tense as he crossed his arms. The King studied his back, noticing the muscle ticking in his jaw before the prince spoke.

"I don't know," he muttered, his voice low as he watched the interactions down in the courtyard below. Something pushed against his mind, but he fiercely tamped it back, scowling for a moment as a warmth enveloped part of his brain before disappearing. The prince felt a hollowness in his chest, catching himself as he reached up to rub the spot again. With a snarl, he turned, stalking towards the chamber doors.

"I'm going to train," he snapped, not looking back to see his father watching him with critical eyes.

The King listened as his son slammed out of the chambers, a frown appearing on his face as his gaze slid to the now unoccupied chair across from him. A memory flitted through his mind, the image of his son's mother appearing, her soft laughter floating through his mind as he closed his eyes. He reached up to rub his chest, his eyes popping open as he realized he was imitating the actions of his son. His gaze flew towards the doors again, blinking for a few minutes before his eyes widened slightly. He let out a breath, swallowing as he slowly stood. He walked to the windows, watching his son down below as he sparred, his body expelling frustration and anger that even the King could feel, standing in his rooms. He narrowed his eyes on Vegeta, his gaze thoughtful as his sons' actions flitted through his mind again. The King quirked a brow.

Did my son mate with someone while he was gone!?

She reached up, rubbing her chest. She breathed deeply, the air shakily rushing out of her as she sat up. She looked around the room with an uninterested eye, pausing at the indention in the wall. Her throat closed. She quickly looked away, a tear sliding down her face for a moment before she furiously swiped it away. She jumped up, grabbing her clothes out of the drawers, shoving them in a bag before quickly leaving the room. She entered a room on the other side of the compound, throwing her bag in a corner as she sighed in relief. Feeling a little better to be away from so many memories, she sat on the bed, her hands clasping in her lap. She listened to the silence, her eyes closing as her breath suddenly hitched. Failing to tamp down the rush of tears, she let out a cry, burying her face into the pillow, her sobs muffled in the fabric. Vegeta! Her mind cried out his name, the presence of the prince in her mind so faint, he might as well have been dead. Her body shook, the image of him appearing behind her eyes as she sobbed again. Her chest tightened as she pictured his face, the little smile appearing as his dark eyes softened slightly. The feelings of trepidation made her ache, her breath hitching as she got up, walking to the balcony doors and stepping through. She studied the sky, her eyes sweeping in vain to catch some indication that he was coming back. She did it every day. For the past year and a half, she found herself on the balcony, watching the sky, her breathing uneven as she studied the stars. She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling so alone. She lifted a hand, running it through her short locks, her hand pausing briefly as her fingertips touched the mark on her collar bone. A hand came up to her mouth as she choked back another sob, her eyes unseeing as her vision blurred. She vaguely registered it when her brother appeared beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she sobbed against his shoulder. She was surprised she had any tears left.

"Kenya," Goku whispered, stepping back and looking down at his sister. He watched her run another hand through her hair, the strands in disarray as they settled against the back of her neck. She didn't look at him, just stared down over the balcony, an empty look on her face.

"Are you hungry?"

He watched as she slowly shook her head, crossing her arms over her petite frame. He narrowed his eyes, a frustrated feeling coming over him. He pressed his lips together, not commenting. Goku studied his sister's slight frame, the bones along her collar sticking out slightly. Her ribs showed beneath her shirt, her hip bones gently jutting out as she raised a hand, rubbing the back of her neck. Goku swallowed, afraid that his little sister was slowly killing herself. He tried again.

"Kenya, please! You need to eat something!"

He watched her lips pinch, her shoulders hunching as she glared out across the yard. "I'm not hungry," she stated, anger beginning to creep into her voice.

Goku pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. Damn you Vegeta! He let a breath out slowly between clenched teeth. He opened his eyes, raising his head. Kenya had disappeared back inside her room, slowly laying down on the bed as she seemed to ignore her brother. He watched her, looking away after a moment. He disappeared, leaving his sister to her thoughts.

They all watched her, a few weeks later, as she slowly walked around the compound, her fingers trailing along the brick wall encircling Bulma's home. She didn't seem to notice them, or even care. They watched her disappear around the house, her gaze never leaving the ground. Chi-Chi and Bulma sighed, looking towards Goku. He had his jaw clenched, his arms crossed tightly against his chest. He turned and walked into the house. The women closed their eyes briefly, before looking at each other.

"Do you think he'll come back?"

Bulma's mouth pinched as the woman across from her voiced the question everyone had been wandering for awhile now. She slowly shook her head, her eyes full of regret as they rested on Chi-Chi. They stayed silent, listening as Gohan landed, walking up and sitting down between them.

"What are you talking about?" he asked quietly, looking at both of them.

They looked at him, their brows slightly narrowed, staying silent.

"Oh."

They all lifted their heads towards the sky, studying it for a moment before looking away, shaking their heads.

"I hate him for what he did to Kenya," Bulma stated quietly, not looking at either of them as they jerked their heads towards her. "I hope he never comes back," she finished in a whisper, standing after a moment and entering the house. Mother and son stayed sitting at the patio table, not talking. Chi-Chi looked over after awhile, her sons' voice penetrating her thoughts.

"Do you think Kenya is going to be okay?" her son asked quietly, his throat slightly working as fear entered his eyes. Chi-Chi slowly shook her head.

"I don't know Gohan."

He stood after a few minutes, sighing and pushing his chair in. She looked up. "You going back over to Videl's?"

She watched him nod, a small smile appearing before it faded, his gaze settling above her head. She turned. Kenya slowly walked across the grounds, heading towards them with her head down, her arms crossed. Chi-Chi's heart went out to the girl, noticing the way her clothes hung on her now. She slowly stood, standing beside her son, waiting for the woman to reach them. Goku's sister finally looked up as she walked up the steps, a brief smile appearing as her gaze landed on her nephew.

"Hey Gohan." Her voice was soft, the pitch barely audible as she stopped in front of them. He shot her a soft smile, raking his worried gaze over her.

"Hey auntie."

They watched her eyes lighten a little at the moniker, before her gaze slid away, looking out at the sky. They were quiet, before Goku stepped back outside, his gaze going immediately to his sister. He walked up, thrusting a container in her hands. "Eat."

The others watched her swallow, staring at the small white carton of rice for a moment, before sighing. The sound of a chair scraping was loud as she sat, slowly opening it and dumping it into a bowl Goku put in front of her. He stood behind her, his arms crossed. He looked pissed.

Gohan watched the hollowness of her cheeks bulge slightly as she spooned a small amount of food into her mouth, chewing slowly, the effort seeming to make her tired. He looked away. They were all silent for a moment before he hugged his mother, waving to his dad and aunt before lifting off, heading towards his girlfriends' house.

The two watched Kenya eat, Goku standing behind her with eyes narrowed until she laied her spoon down, grimacing as she rubbed her chest. Husband and wife looked at each other, before Chi-Chi sat back down. She laied a hand over Kenya's.

"Honey," she said softly, "Are you okay?"

They watched her barely shake her head, before she stood, sighing as she stepped away from the table and turned. She took a couple steps.

Goku caught her before she hit the ground, her body limp.