Hold the Phone!
Goku has a Sister!?
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They all watched as Vegeta slowly got to his feet, his gaze riveted on Goku's sister. His throat worked. Everyone stepped back as he suddenly strolled forward. Kenya stayed where she was. He stopped when he got to her, staring down at her with troubled eyes. Vegeta opened his mouth to speak.
She punched him.
They all stared, wide eyed, their mouths hanging open as Vegeta stumbled back, hitting the wall. He rubbed his jaw, narrowing his eyes. The occupants of the room looked at the King. His eyes were wide as well, a smirk playing on his lips. Vegeta strolled towards Kenya again. "Brat..." he said, frowning as he walked back up to her.
She punched him again.
Vegeta snarled in outrage, stumbling back again, his eyes snapping. His hands balled into fists at his sides.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he shouted, a muscle ticking in his jaw.
Bulma and Chi-Chi gasped in outrage, the sound loud in the quiet room. Kenya just narrowed her eyes, glaring at Vegeta. The fighters looked over as a snort of laughter came from the King.
"I see you have your hands full!" he said, chuckling as he crossed his arms.
Vegeta glared at his father, before returning his gaze to the slight woman across the room. They all watched as his face softened slightly.
"Kenya-"
"You son of a bitch!" Goku's sister suddenly shouted. "Do you know what the hell you put me through!?"
Vegeta's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice low as he spoke.
"What I went through when you died?"
Her face whitened. They heard her suck in a breath. Everyone scrambled away from her. The King watched in amusement. Kenya took a step towards Vegeta, her eyes narrowed in outrage.
"I can't believe you're going to hold that against me!"
She took another step towards him.
"Especially when it was by accident!"
She took another step.
"And when I had no idea about-"
Kenya cut off, her throat working. Vegeta furrowed his brows, watching her. He crossed his arms, slowly coming off the wall. He took a step towards his mate.
"When you had no idea about what?" he asked softly, studying her face.
She didn't say anything, just swallowed, glaring at the prince. Everyone turned towards Goku as his soft voice cut through the silence.
"Kenya," he waited until she turned, glaring at him. "You need to tell him."
She slowly swiveled her head back to Vegeta, narrowing her eyes even more. She didn't say anything.
"Kenya!"
His sister whirled around, pissed. She glared at Goku in fury. "You don't fucking tell me what to do! I told you, and I keep having to tell you! Mind your own fucking business!"
No one said anything as they watched Vegeta suddenly whirl her back around, his face inches from her own.
"What's Kakkarot talking about, Kenya?" The prince's voice was deep, his teeth clenched as he stared down into blazing eyes.
She jerked away from him, her eyes roaming the room. She looked at everyone, before her gaze landed back onto Vegeta. She slowly straightened, turning and leaving. They watched the prince pause for a moment, before following her up the stairs.
Everyone stayed silent for a moment, before the King grunted. They looked over at him. He had a small smile on his face as his eyes followed his son. He suddenly grinned, looking to Goku.
"I like her!" he stated, his eyes twinkling.
The door to Kenya's room flew open as she stepped in, ignoring the man right at her back. She kept her gaze averted, not acknowledging him as he softly closed the door, leaning against it. She could feel his eyes on her. Kenya didn't look up.
"What was your brother talking about, brat?" Vegeta asked softly, studying the woman across the room as she sat in the chair by the bed. She wrapped her arms around her knees, not speaking. He watched her for a moment, before narrowing his eyes.
"Don't make me call Kakkarot up here to find out!"
Kenya jumped up, stalking over to him. She pushed him. His back hit the door, his gaze never leaving her face.
"You wouldn't dare!" she shouted, baring her teeth.
Vegeta didn't say anything for a moment, studying the woman in front of him. He reached up and cupped her neck. "What was he talking about, Kenya?" the prince whispered, watching her swallow with difficulty before looking away from him. He straightened, slowly wrapping an arm around her waist. His brows rose in surprise to feel just how skinny she was. A little alarmed, he loosened his hold. Kenya didn't look at him, just continued to study the balcony doors. He picked her up, his hold gentle, as he slowly walked towards the bed. He sat her on it, studying her for a moment before kneeling in front of her. He laied his fists on either side of her.
"Hey."
She didn't turn at his soft voice. The prince watched her close her eyes, her face crumbling after a few moments. He wrapped his arms around her. He listened as she let out a sob, suddenly leaning forward and resting her head on his shoulder, her face buried in her hands. Vegeta splayed a hand on her back, slowly rubbing up and down as she continued to cry. He buried his face in her neck, breathing deeply as her scent enveloped him. This is what he'd been searching for, for almost two years, his body crying out for what his mind didn't know was missing. He tugged a glove off with his teeth, letting it fall to the floor as he buried a hand in her short locks. The prince settled a hand on the back of her neck as the sobs slowly abated. He slowly stood, picking her up and turning, sitting on the bed with her in his lap. She didn't speak, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in his neck. Vegeta tightened his hold on her. He studied the carpet, running his thumb across her arm, his fingers gentle as he held onto the woman in his arms. The prince slowly moved back after awhile, looking down at her as she shifted. Their eyes met. He reached up and touched her cheek, his eyes roaming her face, noticing the hollowness of her cheeks and the heartbroken look in her eyes. Vegeta's brows furrowed.
"What have you been doing to yourself, minx?" he whispered, feeling her swallow as her face fell. She looked away. He gently turned her head back to face him, studying her for a moment before slowly bending down and capturing her lips. He felt her shudder in his arms, a small hand rubbing his neck as he gently kissed her. He broke the connection, leaning his forehead against hers, closing his eyes.
"I didn't mean to."
Vegeta raised his head, opening his eyes to find her staring at him, her throat working as she choked back a sob. The prince watched the emotions flitting over her features, silently questioning her with his eyes. She shook, her hand jerking as she ran it through her hair. She met his gaze.
"I..." she paused, closing her eyes. Kenya looked away from him, slowly moving off his lap, going behind him to curl up on the bed. Vegeta turned, watching as she laid on her side, a hand coming up to cover her eyes. He put a hand on her hip, getting up and turning towards her. He settled a knee on the bed, leaning over her. He watched her flinch as he whispered.
"What?"
A sob came from her again. She didn't look at him as she answered, her voice quivering.
"Our baby."
Vegeta hissed in a breath, his eyes widening. He moved, settling beside her on the bed, never taking his eyes off his mate. His throat worked for a moment before he choked out his words.
"What? Kenya..."
The prince moved his head, staring at the wall as he listened to the woman on the bed gently sob. A baby! Is that why her demeanor changed so much after she was brought back!?
"Kenya."
He looked back down as she remained silent. He said her name again, his voice more firm. He studied her for a moment before moving, crawling behind her and wrapping an arm around her. He pulled her against him, closing his eyes in pain, staying hugged up to his woman for what seemed like hours. His necklace clunked on the mattress. He reached up and jerked it off his head, letting it fall to the floor as he held his mate against him. She shuddered again, her breath hitching as she tried to control her emotions. Vegeta watched her turn, meeting her eyes as she faced him. The studied one another, their faces inches apart. He pulled his other glove off, raising a naked hand to her face, cupping her cheek. He watched her look down, running her hand down his armor. He gently smirked as she bit her lip, her cheeks flushing a little. The prince laied a hand on her hip, watching her. Kenya's hand slid up, slowly going up his shoulder then back down again, her eyes watching the movement. Her hand moved, lightly running down the side of his cape, touching one clasp that held it in place. He reached up and undid it, fixing to drop it onto the floor when she stopped him. He looked at her, one brow raised, as a semblance of a smile appeared on her face. He watched her grab it, holding it to her as she studied it, running a hand down the red and blue fabric. She suddenly looked over at him. "Looks good on you," she whispered, slowly smiling. Vegeta smirked, laying a hand beside her head as he leaned over her. The cape smashed beneath them as he swooped down and captured her lips. He listened to her groan as he slid a hand under the fabric, bunching her shirt underneath his hand, her skin soft to his touch. She suddenly broke the kiss, leaning back to study his face.
"You're not angry at me?" Kenya whispered, her eyes roaming his face.
He ran a hand down her side, settling on her waist. He suddenly jerked her down further on the bed, listening to her soft gasp. The prince studied her, looking down at her as she bit her lip, worry and regret clouding her eyes. He slowly shook his head, leaning down and rubbing his lips against hers. He felt her hands clench his forearms, his muscles bunching under her touch. The prince captured her mouth again, coming closer to her as he lowered onto his arms. He moved, gently grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist. He changed the angle of the kiss, sliding a hand under her neck and leaning her head back a little. Kenya whimpered. Vegeta finally broke the kiss, his gaze inches from hers as his eyes roamed her face. He jerked the cape out from between them, letting it fall on the floor as his eyes went to half mass. He watched her eyes slid down him, suddenly lifting and meeting his gaze, smirking.
"What?" he asked, his voice low.
The smirk stayed on her lips as her eyes lit up with laughter. The prince raised a brow.
"That outfit doesn't leave anything to the imagination, does it?" Kenya said, amusement in her voice.
Vegeta smiled, a smirk on the edge of his lips as he settled back against her, the lower half of his body against hers. He watched her eyelids lower. He slowly sat up, tugging the armor off his body, letting it fall to the floor as he leaned back over her. He watched her gaze settle on his massive chest, a hand running up over him as she spoke. "Nothing to the imagination," Kenya whispered, feeling his muscles jump underneath her touch. Her eyes met his. The prince swooped down, capturing her lips again as he tugged her shirt up. He broke the kiss, gently lifting it over her head, watching as she reached back and unclasped her bra. He licked his lips as it fell to the floor. She laied back down, gazing up at him as his eyes roamed her body. He looked back up at her, slight alarm in his eyes.
"Kenya," his voice was gentle as his eyes met hers. "What's been going on?" She looked away, bringing her hands up to cover herself. Vegeta wrapped an arm around her waist, not taking his eyes off his mate. "Brat," he said a little louder, watching as she slowly turned back. She didn't say anything.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly, his eyes roaming her face. He watched her swallow, her hand coming up to her throat before she whispered.
"You left," she said simply, watching his brows furrow. He didn't say anything however, just continued to study her for a moment before leaning down, resting his forehead against hers with a sigh. The arm around her waist tightened, his body heat comforting as she closed her eyes. She swallowed again, absorbing the feel of him against her. She opened her eyes as he lifted his head. He ran kisses down her neck, stopping at her collar bone, running his lips lightly over the mark situated there. He listened to her groan, her hands clutching his shoulders through the fabric of his uniform. He buried his face in her neck, taking a breath. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. They stayed like that for awhile, the shadows lengthening in the room as the sun set. Vegeta finally lifted his head, sitting up and studying the woman underneath him. He slowly pulled her back to him, wrapping her legs around his waist again as he lowered his mouth to her chest. She gasped, arching her back. Kenya buried her hands in his hair, the shorter strands prickly against her fingers. Her breath hitched as he kissed down her stomach, running his tongue slowly across her abdomen, his arm underneath her lifting her body to his mouth. Kenya sucked in a breath, a thrill going through her at the sight of Vegeta in his saiyan uniform, the image of him proud and straight, his royal clothing fitting him to perfection seared into her mind. She groaned again, running her hands up his arms, the fabric like a second skin against his body. "I love you," she whispered, feeling his mouth move against her skin. He grunted. Kenya swatted him, scowling down at him as he raised his head. She watched as he smirked, amusement in his eyes. They suddenly softened, his voice gentle as he whispered in the quiet room. "You too, brat." He studied her for another moment, before leaning down and kissing her stomach. She groaned, letting her head fall back as he lifted up. She opened her eyes after a moment, looking back at him when he didn't move. He had his gaze on her, his hands resting on her hips as he studied her. She quirked a brow. He suddenly reached down and grabbed the stuff off the floor, clenching them in one hand as he leaned back over her, staring down at her.
"Vegeta?" Kenya asked, her brows narrowing.
A smirk appeared on his face, before he raised two fingers to his forehead, watching her eyes widen.
They landed on a different bed, the plush sheets and pillows caressing her skin. Kenya blinked, looking around. They were in a bedroom, the massive space seeming to take up a whole floor of a building. "Whoa," she murmured, her eyes widening at the obvious luxury around the room. The canopied bed was huge, spacious enough to fit possibly four grown men. She looked over, blinking at the complete sitting area visible through an archway. A fire burned across the room, the huge fireplace taking up much of the wall. It was dark outside. She looked back at Vegeta, noticing he'd been watching her the whole time. She was silent for a moment.
"Where are we?"
He studied her for another moment before answering, his voice carrying throughout the room.
"My chambers."
Kenya lifted a brow, her eyes quickly roaming over the room again before settling back on the prince.
"Swanky!"
The prince narrowed his eyes at her, frowning. He didn't say anything. "Sooo..." Kenya said slowly, her gaze traveling up and down Vegeta for a moment before their eyes met.
"Where's the harem?"
He growled at her, grabbing her hips and jerking her to him. He swooped down, his face inches from her own.
"I don't know," he growled, his voice low. The prince watched her smirk, a brow raising in disbelief.
"You're telling me, with your appetite, that you went almost two years without sex!?"
She snorted, watching Vegeta's eyes widen in outrage. He sat up, grabbing her arm and yanking her onto his lap. She gasped as she felt the evidence of his arousal. He leaned forward, growling in her ear.
"Yes," he hissed softly, wrapping his arms around her and crushing his lips to hers. She clutched his neck, feeling his tongue swoop into her mouth. He reached between them and undid her jeans, settling his hands on her thighs as they continued to ravish each others' mouth. He moved his hands, sliding them down, grabbing the indention of her knees and yanking. She fell back to the bed, the prince gazing down at her, his eyes blazing with heat. He reached over and knocked the armor and cape to the floor, although it wasn't even close to them. Kenya arched a brow. He leaned over her, whispering against her mouth.
"Don't want it in the way," he said softly, watching her with heavy lidded eyes. Kenya looked over at the foot of the bed, a couple feet away from her, before turning her gaze back to Vegeta, lifting her brow again. A smirk spread slowly across his face.
"We're gonna need the room," he whispered, smiling when a flush rose on his mates' cheeks.