Disclaimer: Gee! Haven't done one of these in a while! But it's still the same! *pout* I haven't gotten a hold of the rights to Vegeta, even though I asked him nicely, he still refuses to believe that a woman can claim him! We'll see! (Insert evil laughter)

Hold the Phone!

Goku has a Sister!?

33

-A few weeks later-

"Have you had a wedding yet?"

Vegeta looked up at the question. He studied his father's bent head, before looking back down at the current game of chess they were playing. He moved the ivory game piece, grabbing his father's black onyx bishop and laying it to the side of the board before answering.

"No."

The King studied the board, before reaching over and sliding his pawn forward. The prince grabbed his queen and slid in front of it. He smirked at the slight scowl that appeared on his fathers' face. It fell a moment later as the King moved, snatching the ivory piece off the board and sitting it on the right side of the table. They studied their pieces, the crackling of the fire in the hearth across the room the only sound as they sat in silence for a moment. The King's voice floated through the chamber as he moved his pawn, swiftly blocking the prince's.

"You know," the King began, not looking up. He moved one of his rooks, the black shiny rock glowing from the light coming off the fire. He finally looked up at his son. "She will not be fully accepted as your mate unless you have one," he finished softly, watching his son narrow his eyes at the board, a frown on his face. After a moment, they continued playing, moving and snatching each others' pieces off the table until there were only three objects left between them.

"I haven't asked her."

The King looked up at his son in surprise, a brow raising as he studied the man across from him. He watched the frown that appeared on the prince's face, his brows slightly furrowing. The King grunted, studying the man as he finally lifted his head.

"Why not?"

Vegeta looked back down at the chess pieces, not really seeing them. He looked away, a scowl marring his features. He ignored the glare he could feel his father giving him. The prince looked back down after a moment, reaching over and moving his pawn forward. The prince didn't say anything, finally looking up after a moment when the King didn't move. He studied his father before speaking.

"What?"

The King continued to glare at him, resting a hand on his leg as he surveyed his son.

"Why not?" he said again, leaning an arm on the table in front of him, watching in surprise as the prince seemed to hesitate. They studied one another, before a muscle started working in the prince's jaw. He leaned back and folded his arms, losing interest in the game for the moment. The King watched the play of light on his son's face, the glow from the fire making his features contrast sharply, casting parts of his face in shadow. "Haven't really thought about it," Vegeta murmured, lowering his head, his eyes studying the emblem hanging around his neck. He looked back up as his father scoffed, the sound loud in the quiet room.

The King shook his head, narrowing his eyes in disbelief at his son's blatant disregard for the status of his mate. He turned furious eyes towards his son, watching as one brow rose in question.

"Do you have no respect for the woman!?" he barked, watching as Vegeta's face darkened. A muscle started ticking in the man's jaw as he glared at his father. The King dismissed the angry look, his lips pressing into a thin line as he thought about the girl his sons' mated to. "She might as well be a common-"

"Don't you dare!" Vegeta snapped, staring in outrage at the man across from him. The King studied him for a moment before looking away. He studied the fire, watching as it crackled, sparks shooting up and disappearing as the air hit them. He finally looked back over at his son, noticing he was still glowering at him.

"I mean no disrespect to the woman," he stated softly. "I love that girl like a daughter, but..." The King was silent for a moment as he watched his sons' tense body relax somewhat. "The truth of the matter is, son, that you both are staying in the same chambers, mated yes, but not wed." He paused for a moment, before continuing, his voice soft as he watched his son look away. "This is telling the people that you do not value her status very much."

Vegeta abruptly stood, his chair falling back against the floor as he glared in fury at his father. "Who the hell is questioning her status?"

The prince's voice was deadly quiet, his eyes blazing as it reflected the fire across the room. The King watched this display, pleased that his son wasn't playing some little game with the woman.

"If you do not wed, then the other warrior's are going to think you aren't serious about her..." The King hesitated before finishing, watching as the prince clenched his fists. "And they will start making advances towards her."

The room erupted with the sound of a snarl as Vegeta banged his hand onto the table, leaning over the chess board to glare into his fathers' eyes.

"They wouldn't dare," he whispered, his other hand clenching around the solid onyx chess piece in his grip, the bishop cracking in two.

"Vegeta," The King said softly, "think about it. That woman is a strong warrior, a fierce fighter, and one hell of a mate. Shit! She easily killed my damn military captain, and can hold her own with the best of them!" He watched as a spark of pride erupted in his sons' eyes, before the man narrowed his gaze, his eyes going to slits as he stood, furious.

"I'll kill whoever so much as touches my woman!" Vegeta stated, watching his father for a moment, before curling his lip and stalking out.

The King scowled at his sons' back, before his gaze went back to the unfinished chess game. He sighed, shaking his head after a few minutes and rubbing a hand down his face. He studied the chess pieces for a moment, before moving his queen in front of the bishop located next to the ivory king.

"Checkmate."

He watched her sleep, a play of light coming from the massive fireplace across the room, throwing orange shadows across the bed. Her body seemed so small under the covers, not appearing to be able to hold as much power as she does. He studied her medium locks of hair, a few strands resting across her face. They lifted as she slowly breathed in and out, her face relaxed. He sat down next to her, watching as she curled up a little more under the covers, before resting again, a hand coming up to slid under her cheek. She suddenly shifted, her body rolling over to face his side of the bed. He watched her brows furrow gently at the cool sheets. She soon fell back to sleep, her body relaxed as she laied a hand on his pillow. He needed to sleep. His body craved it from being up for over twenty-four hours, having to deal with some problem that came up with the peace treaty for the organization. He sighed, resting his arms on his knees as he slowly leaned forward. He thought about what his father said, the seriousness of the situation and the fact that it pissed him the hell off! He glared at the massive windows in the next room, a deep frown on his face. Her heard her move again. He turned to look at her after a moment. She was laying on her back, an arm lifted near her face, the back of her hand resting against her cheek. She studied him through half closed eyes, watching the orange light play across his features. His face kept going in and out of shadows, making his eyes slightly shine. She watched him turn back around, his brows furrowed in thought. Kenya quickly glanced around, before resting her gaze back on Vegeta. She could tell something was troubling him. He abruptly stood up, not looking at her as he slowly strode towards the massive windows, his shoulders' tense. She watched him, a brow raising when he didn't speak, just crossed his arms and stared down into the vast blackness below. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, until Kenya slowly sat up, curious as to what had the prince upset at this time of night.

"Go back to sleep brat," Vegeta said quietly, not turning around. Kenya raised a brow again, slipping off the bed and slowly walking towards him. She stopped beside him, following his gaze out the window. The city far beyond the walls softly glowed, the white light seeming to come from within the material of the buildings. She could see the movement of cars flying through the air, their black metal bodies darker than the vast expanse of sky above them. The vivid color of the sea was bright against the night sky, the water glowing an ice blue. It was mesmerizing, the calm waves lulling as it gently splashed against rocks and shore. Neither spoke, just watched as the moon rose higher in the night sky, a soft ring appearing around it, the same color as the sea. Kenya sucked in a breath, staring at it for a few minutes before blinking, feeling as if she was coming out a deep sleep. She blinked again, before looking over at Vegeta. He was studying her, his eyes slightly narrowed on her face, his gaze steady. He raised a brow in question, watching as she slowly shook her head, turning back towards the moon, the rays of light slightly brightening the room. He watched the light hit her, her skin seeming to shine brightly as she stared out the window, her eyes intent on the massive orb in the sky. The rays of the moon seemed to turn her skin white, the color a vivid contrast to her dark hair. She was beautiful. The prince turned towards her, watching as she slowly looked at him, almost as if she couldn't tear her eyes away from the moon. Their eyes finally met.

"What's wrong Vegeta?" Kenya asked softly, her eyes drawn back towards the window. He watched her, a small smile appearing. He looked as well, although not as captivated by the sight as his mate was. He grunted, suddenly realizing this was the first full moon she's witnessed on this planet. He looked again, understanding why his father chose to settle here with the remaining people of their race. Although the full moon was giving off blitz waves, it didn't affect them like their own moon, or the one on planet earth. It didn't make them shift. He silently agreed with his father for making this choice. The less havoc they made, the more of a possibility they can live in peace, without an enemy trying to devour them again. Giving them a chance to rebuild their race. Their civilization. He looked over at the woman standing beside him, silently staring up into the sky, her eyes wide. A soft chuckle escaped him, watching as she blinked, looking over at him. "What?" she whispered, her gaze drawn back to the sky without waiting for an answer. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she said softly, sighing a little. "Yes," Vegeta said gruffly beside her. She turned her head to look at him. He was studying her. Kenya flushed, scowling. "I was talking about the moon." His eyelids lowered a little, his gaze still on her face. He didn't say anything. She folded her arms, listening to the rustle of her flowing nightgown as it moved, the back stretching out behind her. She glanced down at the soft wisps of fabric slightly pooling on the floor at her feet, the silky material floating a little around her body. She grunted, surprised she hasn't tripped over the soft white material yet. She lifted her shoulders, the sheer fabric settling back after a moment. One of the straps fell off her shoulder, and she absently reached up and pulled it back up. Her hand grazed her collar bone, the permanent mark indented into her skin a reminder of who was beside her. Yeah! Like she needed a reminder! She lowered her lashes, studying him. Vegeta had turned back to the window, an arm across his chest, his hand cupping the elbow of his other arm as he rubbed his mouth, letting it rest there for a moment before balling his hand into a fist. Kenya let her gaze slid down him, noticing he was still in the uniform usually reserved for intergalactic meetings with other royalty. The black and silver uniform was intimidating, at least to anyone but her. All she saw was Vegeta, a prince no one could break down, no matter how hard they tried. She studied the black armor, identical to his everyday attire, except for the colors. The material was trimmed in silver, the insignia standing out with the same color. The spandex he had on under it was black, hugging his body like a second skin. His cape was black as well, the only other color marring it were the silver clasps holding it onto his shoulders. His black boots shuffled, breaking the silence as he took a step towards the window. She watched the silver on his uniform light up as the rays from the moon hit it, making it look like he glowed as well. She watched him clench his jaw, tilting her head a little.

"Are you happy here?" the prince suddenly asked, making her blink. Kenya was quiet as she studied his profile. He turned to her. The glow from the moon reflected off his eyes, making them appear the same color as the insignia over his heart. She softly smiled.

"Yes...but," she paused, stepping towards him and laying a hand on his chest. He kept his arms crossed, watching her. Kenya studied the armor for a moment, before lifting her eyes, meeting his dark gaze.

"But?" he whispered, his shoulder's slightly tense as he waited for her to voice the doubt. She studied him for a moment, before reaching up and sliding a hand around his neck. She stepped closer, feeling the hard armor against her.

"I do miss my brother, and everyone else," she whispered, watching as he slowly narrowed his eyes, studying her for a moment before looking back towards the window. He wrapped an arm around her waist, a fist clenching around the soft material of her gown. The prince looked back to her after a moment, meeting her eyes. He didn't say anything. His hand unclenched from around the soft fabric, absently rubbing up and down her back. He stopped when his hand met skin, the back of the gown sloping slightly from her shoulders. He ran his fingertips against her, feeling her shiver. He pulled his gloves off, throwing them onto a nearby chair. His eyes never left her as he encircled her waist, cupping her neck and swooping down to capture her lips. She automatically opened for him, her tongue meeting his as he ravished her mouth. Her hands slid up his chest, clutching his neck as he moved his head, changing the angle of the kiss. He slowly broke the contact, listening to her heavy breathing, their lips grazing one another. He kissed her again, hearing her moan into his mouth. He studied her face, before moving his gaze lower. Her breasts were pushed up, almost spilling out of the nightgown from the pressure of his armor against her. He leaned down and licked the exposed flesh, listening to her gasp. He raised his head, slowly sliding one strap off her shoulder, watching as it fell, exposing more of her to his gaze. He kissed the side of her breast, the skin soft under his lips. He reached up and slid the other strap off, not looking up from his task. The top half of her gown pooled at her waist for a moment, before floating to the floor in a puddle of airy fabric. Neither noticed, as the prince gathered his mate in his arms and strode back to the darkened bedroom, the orange glow of the roaring fire bringing warmth to the couple who were already burning.

He glanced behind him, barely looking at Kakkarot as he appeared, not stopping as he strolled through the halls towards his chambers. He heard Kenya's brother fall into step behind him. He didn't pause, flinging the doors open and swiftly looking around. He walked to the sitting room, briefly glancing in before turning and clenching his jaw. Goku didn't say anything, just balled his hands into fists. Without a word, the prince strode back out, his eyes glancing around him as he made his way to the training facility. Everyone stopped when he walked in. The prince didn't notice, just swept his gaze around, studying the massive room intently before turning and silently walking back out. The warriors followed behind Kenya's brother, knowing by their prince's manner that something was wrong. They followed him across the compound, others joining their ranks as they all made their way towards the mess hall. They watched their prince fling the massive doors open, the heavy wood slamming the walls. They waited a few feet away, some crossing their arms as Kakkarot followed Vegeta into the hall. The two men disappeared. The group of warriors started fidgeting, feeling the prince's anger begin to rise. He strode out seconds later, his face hard. Goku fell into step beside him, keeping shoulder to shoulder with the man as they came down the steps, quickly walking back towards the castle. The prince didn't glance at him, his eyes hard. They followed their prince to the huge front doors, pausing outside. None of them followed him up the stairs. Even Kenya's brother stayed back, watching as Vegeta disappeared inside. A few minutes passed, and the prince appeared again, the King strolling out behind him. Neither said anything as they walked down the steps, Goku falling into step beside them as they strode towards the gates of the compound. They didn't pause, the warriors watching as the royal family stalked out of the protection of the walls, their strides purposeful as they reached the slight hill that veered down into a valley, before abruptly meeting the city beyond. The men paused, the saiyan warriors gathering behind them. The prince seemed to be searching the sky. Without a word, he blasted off, the King and Kakkarot right behind him. The warriors watched for a moment, before following them. They glanced at each other, noticing one thing right away. The princess wasn't among them.

The King and his son landed on the packed sand, Goku landing beside Vegeta seconds later. The saiyan warriors were right behind them, gathering around their King and prince, narrowing their eyes on the man standing with his back to them. The prince's face was grim as he studied the man. The warrior had long black hair, a fist clenched at his side, while the other seemed to be holding something in front of him. He was wearing clothing similar to those of the Yardrat race Goku had met years ago. His muscles bulged around him, his mannerism similar to Brolly. The prince gritted his teeth, glancing around.

"Do you feel her too, Vegeta?" Goku asked softly, his eyes scanning the area as well.

"Yes," he muttered, his eyes settling back on the foreign man in front of them. They all listened to the rush of the sea against the shore, the waves loud as they splashed against the black rocks separating sand and water. The sun was soft as it slowly set, the sky still a brilliant blue. None of the fighters noticed as they surveyed the area. They could feel Kenya's energy, but didn't know where she was. Their gazes jerked towards the man in front of them as he moved, slowly walking to the side, seeming to go in a circle as he held something out in front of him. Their eyes widened as the princess came into view, her back to them as the man held a lethal looking sword to her throat, the tip touching her skin. Her hair, now passed her shoulders, fluttered in the breeze. The dress she had on hugged her upper body, before gently flowing around her, touching the ground. Her cape billowed in the wind. Her arms were covered, the material hugging her skin as her muscles bunched beneath the fabric. She had her hands clenched into fists. She stood straight and proud, not looking at the man holding the weapon against her, gazing out at the sea. They heard the prince snarl, taking a step forward.

"Don't."

Vegeta paused as the man spoke, not taking his eyes off Kenya. She didn't move, just continued to stare out into the sea. The water rushed in, the vivid blue almost touching the hem of her dress before quickly falling back. She stayed still. The man spoke again.

"You're going to watch me take someone away from you just like you did me," the man stated softly, his hand clenching around the handle of the sword. Kenya finally looked over, studying the man for a moment, her expression distant. She looked back over the water, seeming to dismiss him. The warriors heard him growl.

"Look at me, damn you!"

Kenya didn't immediately respond, studying the water. A look of rage passed the mans' features, tilting the sword slowly. The tip grazed her neck, a fine line of blood appearing on her skin. The warriors behind Vegeta and Goku sucked in a breath in outrage, gritting their teeth and growling. The King narrowed his eyes, studying his sons' mate. She seemed unaffected by this. It came as no surprise to him. The woman was a strong one. They watched her finally glance over, her head moving slowly towards the man as her eyes narrowed. She turned, her movements slow as she came around, facing him, her head lowered as she glared at him through narrowed brows. She looked every bit the future Queen. She suddenly lifted her head, her face impassive. She slowly smiled, her gaze deadly.

"He deserved it," she said softly, her eyes steady.

They all watched the man's face darken, his incisors flashing as he curled his lip. He suddenly sneered, a small smile appearing on his face. His dark eyes snapped as he spoke.

"You know, I saw you that night," he said softly, not taking his gaze off Kenya. The warriors were silent, listening. Goku and Vegeta narrowed their eyes at him. The King stood silent, listening as well. The man's gaze met the prince's before quickly going back to the saiyan woman standing in front of him. He rotated the sword again, another nick showing against Kenya's neck. She didn't flinch. "You and your prince," he sneered, "standing at the window for all to see." The man raked his eyes over her, before a little smile showed on his face. "You're as beautiful as my son said you were, when he met you on earth."

Kenya didn't say anything, her gaze unwavering on the man pressing a sword to her throat. Vegeta took another step forward.

"Don't. You wouldn't want to watch me behead your Queen, would you?" the man said softly, a small smile playing on his lips. He seemed to be contemplating the action. They watched as Kenya narrowed her eyes even more, before smirking.

The man studied her, his eyes full of suspicion. "What the hell are you so smug about!?" he shouted, his gaze furious. The saiyan warriors studied their princess, curious as well. The King crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes. He studied the woman too. She had something planned. He looked at his enraged son, noticing his body shaking with fury, his deadly gaze on the man holding a weapon to his mate. The King looked at her brother. His gaze was on the man as well, his eyes lit with rage. He looked back at the future Queen of their race. He slowly smiled. The woman was a brilliant strategist, more so than his son. And that was saying something! His gaze raked over her, watching with slightly narrowing eyes as she moved her hand a little, touching her abdomen. The movement was almost undetectable. His gaze shot to her face, sucking in a small gasp. His eyes widened. Shit!

"Vegeta," The King whispered his son's name, not bothering to look over as he glanced at him. He kept his gaze on Kenya. He studied the woman for a moment, before meeting his sons' eyes. He hesitated.

The prince turned back to the man, gritting his teeth. The King stayed silent. They all looked at Kenya as she started speaking.

"It's pretty pitiful," she said softly, pausing for a moment. "How father and son are so much alike."

The man's eyes widened, a snarl coming from him as he tightened his hold on the sword. Kenya didn't move.

"Both are killers," she continued, watching as his hand started to shake. A slow smiled appeared on her face, her eyes hard. "Both are worthless."

The man let out another growl of outrage, bringing the sword back. He swung the sword, the air slicing as it flew towards her neck. She disappeared. The saiyan warriors followed the prince's gaze. Kenya was floating above them, her face hard. The man went after her. Vegeta and Goku lunged.

The King watched his son and Kakkarot go after the man, knocking the sword away from them, the smooth metal gleaming in the dying sunlight before landing in the sand. The King watched as it settled, water rushing in and covering it for a moment before retreating. Kenya landed beside it. She studied it for a moment before bending and picking it up. She held it firmly in her hand. They all watched as her gaze lifted towards the fighters. Kenya slowly walked forward, stopping up under them. Her gaze never left the man and her family. They watched as Goku and the prince simultaneously punched, digging their fists into the man's stomach. Oskal's father gasped, his face turning purple from lack of oxygen. They both hit him in the back, watching as he landed beside Kenya. His body slammed the ground, sand shooting into the air, momentarily blinding their view. It finally settled. The man curled his lip, his eyes widening at the sight of the prince's mate beside him. He went to get up. Kenya planted a foot in his chest, violently shoving him back. She kept her foot on him, raising the sword. They watched his eyes widen as the tip touched his neck. He leaned his head back, trying to get away from it, his eyes never leaving the proud woman standing over him. No one said anything. She suddenly stepped back. The man made a move to get up. They watched, eyes wide, as their future Queen twirled the sword in her hand before shoving it into his body. The woman warrior followed it, landing on one knee as it went through him, the handle sticking out of his chest. The woman's face was impassive as she looked down at him, meeting his gaze until the light in his eyes disappeared. Everyone watched as a breeze came through, her cape fluttering behind her for a moment before softly landing back onto the sand. Kenya slowly stood, her hand still on the handle of the sword. It was quiet on the beach as everyone watched her slowly slide the metal out of the mans' body, blood dripping from the sword as she stood over the dead warrior. Her hand tightened on the handle, before she looked over her shoulder, studying the soldiers for a moment before she took off, flying towards the compound. The King stared as her trail faded, before his eyes fell on his son. He watched as the woman's brother and the prince took off after her. The warriors followed, some looking behind them at the King, until there were only two people remaining on the white beach. One of them looked at the other laying on the ground, before turning his gaze to the sky, watching the sun set.

She will make a perfect Queen.

A/N: My favorite part in this chapter is when Kenya killed the man with the sword. I thought that was mondo cool when it crossed my mind! I think it's an awesome moment!

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