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WARNING: YAOI PRIDE! <AN: Shuichi-Kurama-and Kenshin Himura are cousins, Shiori and Miss Kaoru are sisters and the entire Rurouni Kenshin cast have been reborn into the modern world of DBZ, YYH and GW and this work of fiction. XOVER WITH SAMURAI X (RUROUNI KENSHIN). STANDARD DISCLAIMER APPLIES.


CHAPTER LXIII

SHOCKING DISCOVERY

Following the Flamenco show, children from six diverse races then occupied the ring: Saiya-jin, Rockaria-jin, Tsuria-jin, Namek-jin, apparition, and Zatoxi-jin. The children ranged in age from a year to five years (in Saiya-jin age) and were dressed in the casual clothing of their races; however, the Saiya-jin and Rockaria-jin children wore black jeans, white sneakers and denim shirts. The children mounted the center ring then lined up according to height and age with the year olds in the front. Four exceptions were Princess Cilvanti Vegeta, Pan, Princes Uslagg and Endive, the Saiya-jin three-year-olds (they would be six and seven in human terms) stood in front of the others. With a nod from the younger Oujo, a wild beat reticent of the Paula Abdul hit, 'Straight Up', broke whatever silence might have been starting to grow.

Cilvanti, Pan and Endive mentally communicated every move to their group and the youngsters performed a flawless hip-hop number, which left many parents gaping in surprise that their little ones could put forth such a show.

"I had no idea Pan could dance like that? I'm surprised that Saiyan dog let the kids listen to such music as into his race as he was," Chichi huffed.

"I didn't know Bura was so talented but then look who birthed her initially before that rat face made that wish and turned her into a full-blooded Saiya-jin! Oh, I'll cut his tail off for what he's done to me and how he's made me suffer!" Bulma chimed.

"Hmm, you suffer! If it weren't for a deranged young man with way too long hair to be considered a man, I'd have my Heero but no! I, Princess Relena Darlian-Peacecraft, lost her man to an American idiot who all but got his fellow warriors killed during the war! What's he got that I haven't?" Relena ranted.

"I've asked myself that question a million times and keep getting the same answer; I'm a weak specimen. I was a fool to ever think I could reform that space monkey and teach him how to live life as an Earthling," Bulma sighed

The Shuichi brothers, Kaoru Kamyia and several other associates of the Sakageta team stood below where the self-professed beauty queens were gathered and Kurama had heard every word that the disgruntled females had uttered, his hearing as sensitive and delicate as any Saiyan or Namek's.

"You are weak and over emotional, too. To reply to your query, their mates have as much drive and passion as they have. In Vegeta and Heero's cases both Kakarrot and Duo are the only ones who can handle them. The same reason goes for all the pairs. You females are just jealous because guys like myself, Heero, Vegeta, Kakarrot and the rest have thrown you over for members of our own gender. As guys we know what to expect from one another and don't place unattainable goals on our partners. We might suggest something in the hearing of our boyfriends and if it comes to pass, then we know it was done because they love us, not because we begged and pleaded for a certain something. Hard hearted or not, they do listen to the ones they have pledged to spend the rest of their own lives with," Shuichi Kurama related and received agreeing nods from his friends and others who had gathered around him.

"Oh, and who are you to tell us about the men we were once involved with?" Relena snipped.

"One who's living as both genders in one body. Five of us males are probably the only ones qualified to make such bold statements as we live yaoi everyday. You females need to get lives outside of your failed relationships with the likes of Prince Vegeta and Heero Yuy," Kurama nodded.

"Spoken well as always, cousin Shuichi-san, that you have. I see a major change has befallen you, has it not?" an alto toned voice on the same whispery level as Kurama's spoke.

Shu-Kurama looked up into a pair of shining mauve colored eyes and a smile lit his lovely face. Shu-Kurama tried to stand but failed miserably as his abdomen protested. A pair of strong arms encircled his shoulders and lifted him to his feet.

"Easy, Youko, you're in far more delicate a condition in this aspect than you are in your true form. I envy Hiei now," a light male voice spoke from Kurama's left.

"Eat your heart out, Suzuki," Kurama tried a devilish smirk but it was lost in a look of discomfort. Kurama turned to face the lilac-eyed redhead that stood in front of him. Kurama bowed his head in greeting. "Cousin Kenshin, I didn't see you and the others standing in the crowd. How are you? Have you and Aunt Kaoru made your sitch legal as yet?"

"She said when I win the tourney, that she did, but I have no intention of winning. Now, Shu-kun, what is this? Boys do not carry in their bellies what you have, that we don't. Explain?" Kenshin, who could have passed for Shuichi Kurama with orange-red hair, asked.

"Simple, my Youko aspect is capable of reproduction and is carrying Hi-youkai's fire cub. Inari, the mother deity of the Youko clan told me that Shuichi, this aspect, would have to die before the Youko delivered the cub. However, she said that if we could find a solution to my human aspect before the time of delivery, this aspect could live out its existence. Vegeta initiated the idea of making a wish on the Dragon Balls and the first wish was for me to be female for a year until I delivered the little one," Kurama explained to his cousin.

"Acceptable, that it is. You have always looked as a girl when you were male, that you did," Kenshin smirked.

Discussion died down and the crowd noticed that the children were just winding down their show when an explosion of light blinded the crowd. Following the explosion was the grinding sound of a guitar.

"YES! I knew they'd play this one! We'd been practicing mixing ancient rock music with our own music. I can't wait to hear the rest!" Shuichi M. exclaimed.

"You know this music, big brother?" Hatanaka Shuichi gasped in surprise.

"He'd better, that he should. He's the band's flautist and other keyboard player, when he's male," Kenshin remarked.

"Glad you remembered, Ken-kun," Shuichi M. retorted, sarcasm intended. "Why don't you go take my place? I'm sure everyone would love to see how talented the cousin of Minamino Shuichi is," Kurama purred, his green eyes sparkled with the request.

Shuichi-Kurama's green eyes sparkled with a light that, had Kenshin not grown up with the emerald-eyed fox and had he not been well acquainted with his cousin's tactics of enchanting, he would have been blindsided. As it stood, Kenshin was just slightly immune to his foxy cousin. The lilac-eyed twin cast a lazy glare at his grassy-eyed mirror and yawned.

"On one condition, that I will," and with that Kenshin proceeded to whisper his condition into Shuichi's ear.

If Shuichi-Kurama was surprised by the information his lilac-eyed mirror imparted to him, he hid it well as he nodded in agreement with his cousin's terms. Kenshin then left the group and Kurama gingerly made his way over to a brown spike haired male with a thin red bandana tied over his forehead. The male was a little taller than Kurama in his human guise and wore a white two-piece fighting gi with a symbol on the back.

"Sagara Sanosuke," Kurama called when he neared the other.

"Wha-Shuichi? What's this? You look more femme than you usually do. What happened and your stomach! What the hell happened to the drop-dead gorgeous cousin of Kenshin?" Sanosuke gasped in disbelief.

"My fox spirit is a breeder, so in order to save my human body, I had to have a female body, which Shiori's child was to have been in the first place. Now, I have a request from Kenshin. He's gonna take my place in Sandrock but requests that you ask Vegeta to play in Deathscythe," Kurama related.

Sanosuke turned and cast a look at the black leather and red satin clad band as they rocked out to Queen's 'Tie Your Mother Down.' He had seen Kurama dressed in a similar outfit once and as he was Kenshin's cousin and twin sons of different mothers, he knew just how hot the ages old warrior would look. The taller male groaned as he felt his gi slacks tighten further than they originally were, as they were form-fitting to begin with, and his heart constrict. Ever since he had met Kenshin hundreds of years ago, Sanosuke felt drawn to the reddish haired warrior and had always had a strong desire for said warrior that he had forbidden himself to ever entertain. Tearing his brown eyes away from the performers, Sanosuke looked back to his friend's cousin.

"What's Vegeta's band wearing?" Sagara asked as he licked his dry lips.

"See Trageta standing by the entryway? Those Napoleanic uniforms the former leaders of Oz used to favor with knee-high boots and form-fitting tights and long coats," Shuichi related.

"Like a hero in those historical novels Kaoru and Magume like to read. For him I will do this, just tell me how I look," Sanosuke fretted.

Shuichi-Kurama nodded as the two parted ways, and with the assistance of Suzuki, the red head's self-proclaimed bodyguard, Kurama returned to his seat as the band broke into their second number by a group called AC/DC entitled 'Back in Black.'

"I don't know how Quatre can handle this music! It is over loud!" a lovely raven-haired female remarked.

"So true. It is no secret he was born an empath and very sensitive to his environment. One would think such ruckus music would short-circuit him," another female voice opined.

Trageta, who had slipped forward to watch his love and mate, Goten, stood alongside the stoic Namekian mate of Gohan's. With his excellent hearing, the lavender-haired Saiyan prince had heard the comments.

"My dad, Prince Vegeta, Piccolo, Master Korin, Dende-sama and others have trained all empaths and telepaths to filter out the harsher music and occurrences in our lives as part of our training. My dad aided in reprogramming many of the Mobile Suit warriors to live normal lives as my dad had similar experiences and difficulties adjusting to a peaceful existence," Trageta explained.

"Prince Vegeta is your sire? I know of him. Brought that disgrace of a son of mine to the colony and told me of his heroics during the wars. Quatre seemed very taken with him and even called him 'sire," a male in the group spoke.

"I thought Prince Vegeta had black hair and eyes, poppa?" a third of the many females present asked.

"He does, the eyes are from the woman that birthed my sister and myself, my hair is a hybrid due to her having blue hair. As for Quatre and the other pilots addressing Vegeta as sire, they admire him. He aided many of them after their various confrontations. Many of the Gundam fighters had difficulties in adjusting and as my dad had been through many of the same experiences as all of them, he was able to bring out their hidden emotions and humanness," Trageta explained.

Bulma had been listening as best she could over the din of the concert and laughed at the lavender haired prince's comment. "Your dad, emotional? Oh, please, a rock has more feeling in it than that man does in his entire body," the blue-haired capsule corporation president giggled.

Trageta, Wufei, who had joined Trageta, Sai Saici, Wufei's new found little brother from another woman and former Neo France fighter, George de Sand were all standing under the high bred females to watch the concert. Wufei turned and glared at the blue-haired female with enough venom to do the Saiyan prince proud. Bulma visibly shuddered when she caught the Chinese pilot's eye.

"Sire, Heero, Trowa, Kyoji, Hiei and myself have very hard times showing emotions yet alone dealing with them. It took one warrior to the next to deprogram the lot of us, undo the damages the war caused and restore warriors who died by sacrifice. Sire took us under his wings, so to speak, and aided us in breaking down our barriers. Before you say we have such low opinions of humans, I think the reasons are valid considering how we've been treated, especially by those whom we were sent to defend," the Chinese fighter turned the last of his statement to the dark man in Arabian dress.

The Arabian turned to look at Bulma then back to Trageta. "Is not she the president of Capsule Corporation? She is your mother?" the Arabian male asked.

"Was. I divorced her when I was seventeen, four years ago. Dad took custody of my little sister when the brat had been thrown out of school. He'd do anything to protect those he loves with his heart," the lavender prince nodded.

"I have seen news clips of her on L4. She is a fetching creature that I would like to acquaint with," the Arab nodded with a sultry smirk.

Trageta looked around to find a slip of paper. He located an old sales slip, jotted down some symbols and gave it to the Arabian. "These are her home number, cell phone and vid-phone numbers. Call her, she's very available," the young male said then turned back to watch the love of his life perform.

Meanwhile, Hiei had been watching from the entryway, when he actually studied his own partner and mate. Vegeta, Heero, Sanosuke and Trowa (a.k.a. Triton Bloom) stood by him to watch the 'little ones' perform.

"Not one to complain, Vegeta-tousan, but I thought you removed the cub from Youko Kurama after we rescued him from that blue freak the other night. It didn't phase me as to why, after his transformation, did he still have a large abdomen. I sense more than the kit you removed first," Hiei said with concern in his tone.

Vegeta stretched forth his senses to 'read' Kurama then let out a barely audible gasp. "Forgive me, Hiei. I did not remove one from the Youko, but, like my race, his is capable of multi-births and it didn’t show until we transformed him. He has four more within and I must remove them before we lose them all," Vegeta stated with a calm he did not feel.

"The infirmary is fully equipped, Vegeta, I'll alert the staff," Sakyou nodded and Vegeta returned the gesture.

"I'll get Kurama and Shiori. He is her son, so she should be there. I'll even get Kalissa and Inari. Vegeta, I can't... I won't lose any of them!" Hiei's red eyes burned and Vegeta acknowledged the pain of such a thought.

"Does this mean Deathscythe won't be performing?" Heero asked.

"I will take Matusan's place. We are near enough in features for that to occur," a French accented voice spoke from behind Vegeta and the others.

"Vegetzu, my son. Do so. The removal should not take long. Let us go change then you know where to find me," the elder prince nodded. "Meet me in the hotel's infirmary. I'll contact as many healers as I can for assistance. Boys, knock 'em dead," Vegeta bade and the troupe separated.

"Hey, where's Vegeta, I thought his band was next?" a bewildered Kakarrot asked as he looked for his own mate as the larger Saiyan had gone to use the facilities.

"Kurama's in trouble. Apparently, our prince was supposed to remove a cub from our kit. Seems Kurama’s Youko spirit is carrying more than one cub and with little problem or evidence. When the red head became female, the human body molded to show the Kitsune was carrying. Seems Kurama's Youko spirit can carry more than one cub and with little problem or evidence. He's having difficulty adjusting to the beings inside him and their power levels," Sakyou informed the larger warrior.

Hiei materialized in front of Kurama, who was trying to cover up the fact that he was in severe pain. Piccolo, Kalissa and Yukina were all sending healing power into his body. Kurama could barely lift his head when he felt his love's presence.

"Hi-chibi, oh, baby, I feel sick. The Kitsune can carry as many as seven kits in one breeding. My human body can neither take the pressure nor the strain of the event. Hiei, I-I don't wanna die like this. I-I-" Kurama could no longer hold himself together and dissolved into a torrent of tears.

Hiei moved to his strickened mate, embraced him, then, after telling his sister and future mother-in-law to touch him, they all transmitted from the stadium and into the hotel's infirmary.

Not ten seconds later did Hiei, his sister, Kalissa and a very strickened Kitsune human female-boy materialize in the medical chamber. Vegeta and several other healers and medics were present. With Vegeta's assistance, Hiei and the prince carried Kurama to a gurney where he was strapped down then an image projector like an MRI apparatus passed over his body to show what was occurring on the inside. The images that were fed back showed five more kits much to Hiei and Vegeta's surprise.

"Majesty, might we suggest you step out and leave just the Outusan. We know the removal procedure as well. We will let nothing happen to the young one," Itonia assured her employer.

With a nod Vegeta assured Hiei that all would be well and that he was going to watch the others perform. After a nod to the medics, the prince departed and returned to watch the rest of Sandrock's show. When the prince materialized in the entryway, something tight and hard encircled his torso. The prince let out a string of colorful words in several languages before he turned to see who or what had captured him.

"Kakarrot," and with that, Vegeta collapsed against the harder body and just breathed in the essence that was his larger beautiful mate. "I-I apologize for treating you so shabbily lately, but-" anything else the smaller prince was about to say was swallowed in a deep, ground-shaking kiss.

Kakarrot pulled back with a glint in his eyes and a smile on his face. "I love you, y'know, and can't wait until we finally become one in the truest sense of the word," the larger one sighed.

"We've always been one, K-kun, love. I've just been too preoccupied to see it. Let's take the cubs, run away and just enjoy our lives," the prince suggested.

"You already said that. Repeating is not a good habit to start," Kakarrot snickered.

"See what you do to me, hun. I love you forever," Vegeta sighed against his mate's gi.

"Enough kissy-face, you two, when the rest of us poor creatures don't have such luxury at the moment. If you must indulge in such wanton display, get a room," a gruff voice scolded.

The Saiyan royal pair turned to regard the speaker and came face to face with...

"Why, Pic-san, I didn't know you cared so much. I thought we Saiya-jin were highly erotocentric once we found our other half, but we pale compared to you Nameks. Keep your turban on, Goh-chan and the band will be finished soon," Vegeta took delight in teasing the stoic Namek.

"Sire, why is Jeita performing? His system is very delicate when he's in breeding stage," Getabon fretted.

"Worry not over the princess, he'll be just fine. The restoratives I gave him after I removed the last cub have already begun to strengthen his birth canal. He'll have no trouble from here out. He's part Saiyan and Saiya-jin are one of the strongest races of male breeders, although we have had our difficulties as well as the females of our race. Come, let's enjoy the rest of Sandrock show then prepare to rock this town with our own brand of 'heavy-metal'," Vegeta smirked as he led the remainder of Deathscythe-Wing to the entryway to watch the end of the 'little ones' concert.