Hold the Phone!
Goku has a Sister!?
30
They readied the space pods, the sound of machines powering up loud in the room as they waited for the doors to open. One of the men looked over.
"Where are we going again?"
The King was silent for a moment, glancing over at the man beside him, before turning back, not answering. The man beside him scowled at his silence, before grunting and lifting his shoulders. "I guess any planets' good as long as I get to blow it up." The King looked over, narrowing his eyes slightly at his son's muttered words. He didn't comment though, just reached into his pod, pressing a few buttons as he straightened, watching as Vegeta did the same, both stepping back as the roof of the building slowly retracted, the launch whirring as it warmed up. The King laied a hand on his sons' shoulder, briefly glancing at the metal around Vegeta's wrist, before meeting his sons' dark, empty eyes. They studied each other for a moment, before the King slowly let his hand fall off the prince's shoulder. His offspring had seemingly dead eyes, but he's caught glimpses of anguish in the man's features every now and then. The boy always denied having anything to be so emotionalabout. Right before he called him insane. He looked back at the pods, watching as they slowly tilted, the ground beneath them stopping at a fifteen degree angle, the noise suddenly dissipating as the space pods got into position. The King took a breath, letting it out slowly as he thought about his son beside him, thinking of the way Vegeta would suddenly explode in a rampage of fury while sparring. The King knew there was something wrong. He narrowed his eyes. And he planned on finding out what that was. The King watched as Vegeta strolled up to his pod, his cape billowing behind him as he strode purposefully forward, his hands clenched at his sides. Vegeta climbed in, not saying a word, just lifted a brow as his father continued to stand there.
"Well?" Vegeta's voice rang out, slightly echoing in the massive building. "Are we going or not!?"
The King finally moved, frowning at his son before reaching his own pod, settling in, watching as the door lowered. He looked over as Vegeta settled in as well, closing his eyes. He finally lowered his head, resting a hand on the control panel for a moment. He hesitated, his eyes going back to his son. Vegeta didn't look up, just continued to wait in silence. The King looked back down, slowly pressing a button, listening as the computer stated their destination.
"Coordinates for earth confirmed, sleep process starting...now!"
The King caught one more glimpse of his son through the glass, before he closed his eyes, sleep descending on both of them.
The fighters gathered in the sky, watching the pinpricks of light as two space pods fell from space, the outside catching fire as they hit earths' atmosphere. Within minutes they landed, smacking the ground with a loud bang. Dust billowed up, the pods leaving craters in the earth. No one moved, just continued to study the two spaceships in front of them.
"Who do you think they are?" Krillin asked, swallowing as a whirring sound came from both machines. Goku shook his head, his eyes narrowing as he felt a familiar energy below them. Yamcha and Piccolo stepped up beside him, watching with slightly widened eyes. They felt it too.
"Is that Vegeta?"
Gohan appeared beside the namek, looking toward his father as Goku stayed silent. He looked back at the pods, his eyes narrowing.
They tensed as one of the doors slowly opened, a gloved hand appearing, curling around the threshold before a man stepped out. His cape billowed behind him as he looked around, rubbing a hand over his mustache and beard. He looked towards the fighters, his eyes narrowing slightly. The other pod opened, a man stepped out that looked like a carbon copy of the first, just slightly shorter. His face was free of whiskers, his dark gaze empty as he briefly glanced at them, before turning to the man beside him. His voice floated up to the fighters.
"This is the mudball you wanted to go to!?"
They watched him shake his head, a small smirk appearing on his face. He crossed his arms, planting his feet shoulder width apart, his massive chest encased in saiyan armor. Goku slowly stepped forward, his eyes on the slightly shorter man as he lowered to the ground below. He glared at him, as the prince turned and looked at him, seeming not to know who he was. They watched as both men's eyes narrowed as Goku walked forward. None of the other fighters moved, knowing that this was Goku's fight, watching as his rigid body shook with pent up anger. They could see his muscles jumping as he clenched his hands.
"Vegeta."
The prince glared at him, standing straighter as he heard his name muttered.
"Who the hell are you!?"
The fighters' eyes widened, watching as Goku jerked in surprise. Everyone was silent as they watched the interaction between the saiyans. Goku took a hesitant step forward, his hands uncurling as his confused gaze met the prince's.
"You don't recognize me?" he asked, his voice filled with suspicion.
The man beside Vegeta stepped forward. Their eyes flew to him, studying him as intently as he was studying them. He looked at Goku with narrowed brows for a moment, before his face cleared.
"You're Bardocks' son," the man stated, his gaze roaming over Goku for a moment before meeting the saiyans' eyes. "Your brother is Raditz."
"Was," Goku bit out, his face hard. The older man raised a brow, but didn't comment.
"This is Kakkarot!?"
Vegeta's voice rang out across the air, a disbelieving look crossing his features for a moment before he smirked. "Where's Raditz? Why isn't he here to greet us too?" His voice was laced with amusement as he looked around.
The fighters just continued to stare down at the scene below, not really grasping what was apparently happening. They looked at one another, a little trepidation going through the group as they realized something. Vegeta had lost his memory.
Goku stared at Vegeta, his mouth pressed into a fine line, before he finally spoke up.
"Raditz is dead."
Both men looked at him in surprise, before the older one took a step forward.
"Who killed him?" he demanded, his arms raising at his sides. They both jerked in surprised outrage at Goku's soft answer.
"Me."
"Why the hell would you do that, you idiot!?" Vegeta suddenly shouted, his teeth flashing for a moment before he stepped close to Goku. "Why did you kill him before he could purge this planet?"
Goku didn't say anything, just narrowed his eyes as he studied the prince. "That was a long time ago," he said softly, watching as both men looked at each other.
"So why haven't you done the job yourself?" the taller man asked, studying this man who didn't act like any saiyan he had met. He glanced at Vegeta again, then back to the man in front of them. Something was going on here, and it had to do with his son. Is this why my son had disappeared? Was he on this planet for all those years? He looked over the man's shoulder, studying the others on top of the ridge. His eyes settled on one of the fighters, noticing he looked almost just like the man in front of him. Must be his son.
"This is my home. I would never purposely destroy it!"
The man's words brought the King's gaze back to him, looking over at his son as he snorted.
"What are you! Weak now!? You're delusional if you think that this mudball is going to stay intact after I get through with it!"
Goku's eyes narrowed to slits as he listened to Vegeta's muttered words. He felt anger boiling in his gut. He watched the prince glare at him, his dark gaze not wavering. His eyes were piercing, no recognition appeared in them as he sneered at the man before him. They watched him shake his head.
"What about Kenya?" Goku whispered, watching through narrowed eyes as the man looked away, seeming not to recognize the name.
"Who?" the prince said, his voice uninterested as his eyes roamed over the land. He grunted, seeming to make up his mind about something, before looking back, not seeming to care about the rage emitting off the man in front of him.
"Who is that?" The King asked, looking at Vegeta's blank features before resting his eyes on the man in front of them. No one said anything for a moment, listening to the wind howl around them, before Goku's muttered words reached the prince's ears.
"You're mate," Goku stated, looking Vegeta in the eye. He watched rage and disbelief settle on the prince's face.
"I don't have a mate!" The prince snapped, crossing his arms. The King looked at his son, pieces starting to fall into place as he watched his sons' eyes snap. He looked back at Kakkarot.
"Where is she?" he asked softly, ignoring the glare Vegeta sent him. A snarl erupted beside him, and he turned his head. Vegeta glared at him in fury, his eyes shining as his lip curled.
"You believe this imbecile!?" The prince snapped, slowly shaking his head as he continued to glare at his father. He crossed his arms, suddenly turning towards Goku.
"Yes, Kakkarot!" he stated, a smirk appearing on his face. His eyes stayed hard. "Where is this so called mate?"
"Don't do it, Dad! Kenya's better off!"
Father and son looked up at Gohan as he yelled, the King noticing the fury coming off this one as well. He slowly looked back at Vegeta. What the hell did he do!? He stood straighter, coming to a decision.
"Take us to her," The King stated softly, ignoring his son's protests.
"Dammit! I thought this was a purging expedition!? Not a chance to lay with any whore who-"
A fist slammed into Vegeta's jaw. He went flying, his head thrown back as he slammed the ground. Goku followed him, ramming a fist in the prince's stomach. The prince grabbed his arm, throwing him away from him. He slowly got up, pausing at the fury in Kakkarot's eyes.
"What the hell's the matter with you, you stupid low class saiyan!" An evil smile appeared on Vegeta's face. "Mad because I speak the truth about-"
He slammed the ground, blood spewing from his mouth as Goku hit him again. The prince snarled, standing and crouching in front of the man. He bared his teeth. He watched Goku take a step forward.
"Don't talk about my sister like that," Goku stated softly, his eyes blazing.
They all watched as Vegeta suddenly threw his head back and laughed. The fighters looked at one another, confusion settling on their features. They looked back as Vegeta started talking.
"You actually expect me and my father to believe that I mated with some low class saiyan woman!?" He barked with laughter again, ignoring the fury beginning to blanket Goku's features.
The King stepped forward, stopping in between them as he studied Kakkarot with a critical eye. He turned, slowly walking towards the man as he narrowed his brows. He stopped in front of him, smirking a little as the man stared him down.
"My son erased certain memories of his life awhile back," The King whispered, watching as Goku's eyes widened in surprise. "If you said he has a mate, then that's one of the memories he no longer has."
He watched as Goku looked over his shoulder, studying Vegeta for a moment before looking back at him.
"Do you think seeing her will trigger his memory?" Goku asked softly.
The King slowly shook his head. He looked over his shoulder at his son.
"Take us to her," he murmured, studying his son before returning his gaze to Kakkarot. "I know how to make him remember."
He strolled away, going to Vegeta and grabbing his forearm. Ignoring his son's protests, and his yanking, he strolled back towards the pods.
"Sit."
Vegeta sent him a glare, finally yanking his arm away and baring his teeth.
"I'm not a damn child!"
"You're still my son, and I'm still the King. Now sit!"
He watched Vegeta slowly lower, shooting daggers up at him as he rested his arms on his knees, sitting in the cockpit of the space pod. They both glanced over as Goku walked up. The prince tensed, narrowing his eyes. Goku looked towards the cliff, waving the others down as he settled his gaze on Vegeta's father.
"Are you sure?" he asked, listening with half an ear as the other fighters landed behind him. He didn't move his gaze from the Kings'. He watched as the man slowly nodded, his arms crossing as he looked down at Vegeta. He reached down and yanked the man to his feet, tightening his hold when the prince made a move to fly away. He ignored the snarl coming passed the princes' lips. He turned back to Kakkarot.
"Let's go," he commanded, pausing when Goku held up a hand.
"Promise me neither of you will hurt our family and friends. Or anyone else residing on earth."
Vegeta smirked, his lip curling a little. The King nodded, not looking at him.
Seeming satisfied, Goku paused before speaking again.
"I have a quick way we can get there," he stated, holding his arm out. "Grab my arm."
The King did as he requested, settling his sons' clenched fist against the man as well. They could all feel the fury and anger coming from the prince. Goku's friends quickly touched his shoulders, briefly glancing at Vegeta before they disappeared.
They appeared outside Bulma's house, Yamcha quickly going inside to warn the women waiting. Goku kept an eye on Vegeta, his gaze never wavering from the prince as the man took a couple steps forward, crossing his arms. He looked over his shoulder at Kakkarot, a smirk appearing.
"Nice dump."
Goku narrowed his eyes. "It was good enough for you at the time!"
They all watched Vegeta frown, glancing at the structure before glaring at the saiyan.
"Are you actually suggesting that I lived here!?" The prince curled his lip, his head slowly shaking back and forth. "You must have hit your head Kakkarot, your implications that I actually would stay on this god forsaken planet are pathetic!"
No one said anything, listening to Vegeta's denial. Their heads turned as the door was flung open. Bulma and Chi-Chi stepped out. The women's eyes widened at the sight of Vegeta and the King, before their faces scrunched with fury.
"You son of a bitch!" Bulma screeched, racing forward. Yamcha grabbed her around the waist, holding tightly as she struggled in his arms.
The King looked over at Goku. "Is this Kenya?" he asked, gesturing to the furious woman in the scarred warriors arms. They saw Vegeta grimace, his lip curling. "I hope not!" they heard him mutter, before crossing his arms.
Goku shook his head, his eyes landing on his wife. She hesitated before strolling over, shooting a killing look at Vegeta before reaching his side. "What's going on Goku?"
He was silent for a moment, before gesturing to the two men in royal uniform. "Vegeta and his dad have come for a visit," he said sarcastically, keeping his glare on the prince.
They all stared at Goku, surprised a little at his tone. The prince smirked, his gaze roaming over Chi-Chi before dismissing her.
"I take it that's your mate," he murmured, his face hard as it settled on the saiyan in front of him. They saw Goku slowly nod, putting an arm around his wife's waist.
"So where is this woman you spoke of?" The King asked, finally fed up with the debacle in front of him. Vegeta smirked.
"Yes. Where is this so called mate!? Is she just a figment of your imagination Kakkarot!?"
They watched him sneer, before Goku looked towards the house again, his brows furrowing.
"Where's Kenya?" he asked, not looking down as Chi-Chi hesitated. Her hand clenched in his shirt, biting her lip.
"She..." the woman paused, quickly glancing over at Vegeta before returning her gaze to her husband. "She hasn't came down from her room." She sent a glare at Vegeta. "Said she wasn't hungry."
Everyone watched as Goku's face hardened, a muscle clenching in his cheek as he moved his head, glaring at the prince. Vegeta watched, smirking. His father furrowed his brows, listening as the people conversed, trying to get a sense of what exactly was wrong with the girl. "What's wrong with the girl?"
His question remained unanswered as Goku's eyes never wavered from his son, his eyes snapping.
Chi-Chi grabbed Goku's arm, pulling him towards the house. "Let's go into the house," she said loudly, glaring at the man standing across from them, before her gaze landed on the King. "I guess you too," she muttered, none too happy to be in their presence. The fighters trailed behind, Vegeta and the King watching for a moment before the prince slowly followed. The King studied them for a moment, before a small smile appeared on his face. He quickly caught up with the group, eager to see the woman his son mated with.
She wouldn't come down. Chi-Chi and Bulma finally threw up their hands, watching as Goku stalked to the stairs. Vegeta watched, a smirk on his face. He clearly thought they were playing a practical joke. No one on this fucking planet was his damn mate! He watched, smiling a little as Goku came back down, spitting mad.
"Let me go up."
All heads turned towards the King.
"What!" Chi-Chi and Bulma screeched, their mouths gaping a little. They turned disbelieving eyes to Goku as he didn't immediately deny the man. "Goku are you crazy! We don't know if he will hurt her or not!"
"I won't harm her," the King said softly, meeting Kakkarot's eyes. Everyone was silent as they studied one another, before Goku slowly nodded. They heard Vegeta snort, but didn't acknowledge it. Goku turned and headed for the stairs, the King following behind.
They stopped at a door at the far side of the house, as far away to the living area as can be. A brow rose on the Kings' face, but he didn't comment. Goku laid his hand on the doorknob. He paused, hesitating before looking over his shoulder. His eyes met the Kings'.
"She's been through a lot," he stated softly, "when Vegeta left..." Goku trailed off, swallowing. He turned his head away, studying the door to his sisters' room. He turned as a hand settled on his shoulder. He met the Kings' gaze.
"I completely understand," the King murmured, letting the man study him before turning, opening the door slowly. They stepped in.
She was sitting on the bed, ignoring the sound of the door opening. Goku took a breath, feeling the King stop behind him. He stepped further into the room, waiting for the man to come in before closing the door. His sister didn't look up. She continued to sit silently, her arms wrapped around her raised knees, her head buried. Goku looked at the king, but the man continued to study the woman, taking a step forward. He finally looked back, blinking at Goku before he spoke.
"Would you give us a minute?"
Goku studied him, clenching his teeth. He knew the man didn't ask for anything lightly. He was, after all, the King. Goku looked at his sister again, before turning and going through the door, closing it softly behind him.
The King waited for the door to shut, before turning back to the woman. He wasn't stupid. He knew Kakkarot was standing on the other side of the door. He took another step forward, his gaze on the girls' bent head. Her head shot up, her eyes meeting his. He watched her eyes widen slightly, before narrowing dangerously low.
"You're not Vegeta," she stated, not moving from the bed. She didn't seem to be afraid of this fact, even though his son looked just like him. The King studied her with interest, noting no fear in her face.
"You're observant, child."
The woman slowly uncurled her body, standing beside the bed. Her feet automatically stood shoulder width apart, her hands curling at her waist. Her clothes hung on her, her hollowed cheeks making stark shadows on her face. She was a beautiful woman, although a little skinny. My son chose well. The King smirked, watching as she started walking towards him. She didn't seem to be the littlest bit afraid of him as she stopped a foot away, glaring at his face. Her eyes roamed his features, before crossing her arms and taking a step back.
"Who are you?"
The Kings' lips quirked, studying this saiyan woman in front of him. He could see the fire in her, though it was smothered underneath despair and pain. Why the hell did you leave her son!? He studied her for another moment, before strolling towards the balcony doors, looking out.
"I'm the King," he stated, gazing out for a moment before turning, raising a brow at her.
"Meaning?" she snapped, glaring at him.
He chuckled, clearly pleased with this woman's no shit attitude. He studied her, smirking a little.
"I'm the saiyan King."
Her eyes widened, her head swinging to the door. He saw her lift a hand to her throat, swallowing as she continued to watch the door. After a moment, she turned back to him, her face white.
"Does that mean..." she trailed off, swallowing again. "Is Vegeta here?" she whispered, a cry escaping her as he slowly nodded. She sank to the floor, her hands coming up to cover her face. The Kings' gaze softened, remembering how hard it was for him when his mate, Vegeta's mother, died. He let her have her moment of sorrow, before he slowly walked over. He grabbed her arm, gently helping her to her feet. She kept her hands over her face, her body shaking. He put an arm around her, hugging her to him for a moment before stepping back.
"Now is that any way for a princess to act!?"
The crying immediately stopped, her hands lowering a little. The King's eyes widened at the fury in the dark gaze. "What did you call me?" she whispered, her eyes furious as she let her hands drop to her sides, balling into fists as she continued to glare at him. A little confused, the King repeated himself.
"I said, is that any way for a princess to act?"
The woman sputtered. He laid a hand on her shoulder, only to have her knock it away.
"I'm no fucking Princess!" she shouted, her hair lifting a little.
The King's eyes widened even more as he felt the power emitting from this slight woman. He suddenly narrowed his eyes.
"If you're mated to my son, then you are."
He watched her through narrowed eyes as she gritted her teeth, her hands raising slightly. Her hair lifted as static crackled down the short strands. The King watched, a smirk playing on his lips as he studied his son's mate. She grunted, and the King's mouth fell open. Her hair turned gold. He looked into her shining yellow eyes, happiness swirling in his chest.
"A super saiyan," he whispered, a smile appearing on his face.
"Damn straight," she snapped, "And if you value your life, you will stop calling me a goddamn princess!"
His brows furrowed. "How come that upsets you so much, child?" he asked softly, watching her narrow her eyes even more.
"I'm not your sons' mate!" she shouted, her eyes snapping.
The King stared at her, then at the door. Studying the wood Kakkarot was standing on the other side of, his eyes narrowed as a frown appeared on his face. He looked back down at the furious woman.
"Everyone seems to think you are," he stated quietly, watching her grit her teeth. She looked away for a moment, before meeting his gaze again.
"Did they also tell you that Vegeta disowned me as his mate before leaving!?" Kenya snapped, static running down her body. She watched the King's eyes widen even more.
"Well," he said after a moment, "as much as I hate it for Vegeta, he can't make that claim. Only the female can do that."
He watched her eyes go round, her hair returning to normal after a moment. Her arms fell to her sides, her throat working as she swallowed. The King watched her for a moment before speaking softly.
"Now child," he said, taking a step forward and resting a hand on her shoulder. This time she didn't knock it away. "Did you deny Vegeta?" he asked softly, studying her intently.
A smile appeared on his face as she slowly shook her head.
"Then all's not lost," he whispered.
Everyone looked towards the doorway as Goku came down the stairs. The King appeared a few minutes later.
"It's about damn time!" the prince snapped, glaring at his father. He was curious to know what went on up there, but didn't say anything. His eyes widened a little as a woman slowly descended the stairs behind his father, her arms wrapped around her waist. Vegeta quickly narrowed his eyes, watching the woman hesitate before walking into the living area. He could feel everyone staring at him, but didn't spare them a glance. He looked away from the woman, a frown on his face. An ache started in his chest again. He absently reached up and rubbed the spot.
The King walked up to Vegeta, narrowing his eyes as his son looked away from the woman, a hand coming up to rub the spot above his heart. He stopped beside him, looking down at the prince until the man scowled, turning and glaring at him.
"What!?"
The King didn't say anything for a moment, studying his sons' face. He glanced back at the woman, noticing her narrowing her eyes at the prince, her jaw clenching. He silently laughed, looking back at his son. Yes, this woman will definitely keep my son on his toes!
"Do you recognize her?" he asked softly, watching as Vegeta glanced at Kenya, a deep frown appearing on his face as he turned his head.
"NO!"
He heard a gasp, and looked to see the womans' eyes widen in outrage. The King could feel her anger growing, and quickly grabbed his sons' arm. He held on as Vegeta tried to tug himself loose. He stared down into his sons' eyes.
"You really don't remember her?" he asked softly, the prince's eyes narrowing in fury.
"I said no dammit, now can we hurry up and disintegrate this fucking mudball!?"
The King watched his sons' face. He glanced around at the occupants of the room, before returning his gaze to Vegeta.
"Okay."
He watched a sneer appear on Vegeta's face, a smirk following as he quit trying to pull his arm away. The King reached over and pushed a button on the metal bracelet.
He quickly stepped back as Vegeta clutched his head, a roar erupting from his throat. The others in the room quickly ran to the opposite side, watching wide eyed as the prince fell to his knees, continuing to hold his head.
"What did you do?" Goku asked, walking up to Vegeta's father, never taking his eyes off the enraged prince.
The King watched his son shout, his shoulder's bunching underneath his uniform. The emblem around the prince's neck hit the floor as he lowered his head to the carpet, a cry of pain coming from him. The room was still as the sounds of anguish dissipated, listening to the man's ragged breathing as he slowly lowered his hands. He stayed on his knees, his arms holding him up as they all watched. The prince stayed quiet. His head suddenly jerked up. His eyes widened as they landed on Kenya.
The King finally spoke.
"I gave him his memories back."