Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction / Sonic Series Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ KALERAGETSUSEI: BK 2-TOSOV 5 ❯ AN IMPROPER PROPOSAL ( Chapter 65 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

WARNING: SAP, FLUFF, MUSHY STUFF, CROSS DRESSING. EEEEEKKKKK! ANOTHER X-OVER! THE FIC WILL BEGIN TO X-OVER WITH A NEW ANIME CALLED ‘KIDDIE GRADE.’ AUTHOR DOES NOT HAVE MUCH INFO ON THE ANIME BUT THE CHARS KICK-ASS!

CHAPTER LXVII

AN IMPROPER PROPOSAL

In the dining hall, those Vegeta had sent from the diamond wing sat away from the rest of the guests and visitors, however, they were surrounded by siblings, offspring and parents they had not had a chance to get acquainted with. Jeice and Zarbon were among the latter as the short visit to San Francisco just a half a day earlier had not afforded them much time to meet the sons they never knew. Mordobon and Turbon were with Zarbon meeting Getabon and his children while Jeice got to know Jeita and the children he had birthed for the Gundam pilots and the only child he had delivered for his mate.

Jeice was fascinated with his youngest half Saiyan son. He found Jeita to be so unlike the other children Vegeta had birthed for him, and although the boy was of the same delicate construction as his parents, like his birth parent, the young prince’s power could erupt at any given moment. The boy was a walking dream, especially in the dark blue one-piece so like Vegeta’s battle jumpsuit, however, he did not cause any hard feelings among his other sibs; then again, he and Trageta had been getting on famously when the four had approached the boys.

“Sire says that after I lost the last one that I should be able to carry and conceive regularly as dictated by my joint heritage,” Jeita told his dad.

“How did you lose that one, kid?” Jeice asked and Jeita growled.

“See that ugly piece of shit yonder with those muscle-heads? One of his associates roughed me up in a bad way. I got mad, lost control and the freak blew up. Geta found me after he had picked up the brood from school. He took me home, sire patched me up, and here I am. Why did you hurt my Sire when he was younger?” Jeita asked the question that had been on both his and Getabon’s minds.

Jeice’s ire was kindled when he heard that such a sub-creature had attacked his gorgeous orange prince. “I’m glad you took care of such scum. Now, to answer your question, our three races had been enslaved by the grandson of that white salamander creature seated in that corner by the suit of armor. He was the worst tyrant ever to have existed and took pleasure in torturing those races that he considered weaker. He took the three of us from our homes in the pretence that by having us would liberate our races from his clutches. Needless to say, he always reneged on his word. He was the cause of may deaths in the universe but thanks to Vegeta, much of what we destroyed has been restored,” Jeice explained.

The boys could only nod as Vegeta had shared images of his life before he’d settled on the blue planet to aid in the healing after so much fighting and bloodshed. What they’d seen made them want to seek out the race that caused so much heartache to such an amazing being and exterminate what remained. Now, looking at Queen Cold, Jeita and Getabon might have the chance to retaliate for the abuse their birth parent had to suffer at the hands of the Ice-jin.

“Sire told us of the white devil that poisoned the noble Saiya-jin and how he’d suffered at your hands, as well. What he told us of you caused us to hate you,” Getabon replied with an edge to his otherwise elegant voice much like Zarbon’s. “I guess he didn’t know what you went through.”

“No, he didn’t. Like his race, my own and Jeice’s have just been restored to this plane of existence and have become his allies like your grand sires are. We’re sorry to all of you but as that Ice tyrant’s slaves, we had to do as he ordered. Frieza treated our race the same as he did the Saiya-jin, only he treated them far worse than animals. He made us all trust him and confide in him. He convinced our sires that the training we were receiving was inadequate, and that by signing a ‘treaty’ with him, that he would bring us to our full potential He took the royal heirs away then destroyed the race. Many of us are just finding out what kind of snake Frieza really was,” Zarbon related. “Besides, life with that horned bastard was miserable and he killed any being even thinking of befriending another.”

“Hn, speak for yourself. I just found out that my mother’s race, the Koorime of the Ice World in the Makai, are related to his kind, those unholy curs. Kurama, the Rekai Tantei and myself just barely survived a battle with the bitch responsible for the breeding of those icecicle brains,” a mid tenor voice sounded, the tone one of disgust.

“Maybe you and Kurama will get to fight that Ice queen and her brood,” a Scottish high tenor voice joined in.

“Or you could blow them away with those ‘Tornado Fists’ of yours, Jin!” Touya shoved his red-headed partner.

“You could just as easily cut them to ribbons with the ‘Shards of Winter,’ ” Jin countered. “Or Yusuke could use that ‘Spirit Wave’ he blew me away with! Raizen’s son is a strong one, he is,” the Wind master reminded.

“What’s that about me, Jin? Looking for some more, windy? I’ll take you out back and teach you some manners!” Yusuke snickered, right fist clenched and raised.

“Save it for the ring, Yusuke. Competition’s gonna be stiff this year, I can feel it, especially with that Koorime’s granddaughter on opposition.” a sultry voice whispered in the Spirit Detective’s ear.

Yusuke turned to find his other favorite redhead and favorite three-eyed apparition with arms around one another. The black haired young man’s eyes widened when he caught sight of his friends.

“K-Kurama! God, don’t do that! I’m not used to you guys phasing from empty air yet! Nice outfit. I can’t believe you’re a girl, now. Yomi’s gonna get nosebleed when he sees you,” Yusuke quipped.

“He can look but he can’t touch. Kurama’s solely mine, you can take that as a warning, detective. Oh, tell Keiko and Ferry girl the kits are doing fine, all of them,” Hiei said in a low monotone.

“Yeah, sure. Man I can’t get over seeing you taller! Kuwa-zuma’s gonna have heart failure if he gets to fight you!” Yusuke chortled.

“As long as my sister is happy, I have no reason to kill his brainless ass. Come, fox, these kits are beginning to eat me,” Hiei took Kurama’s arm and led him to their table.

“He’s so beautiful, even in a girl’s body,” Shiori sighed as she sipped at a Frozen Strawberry Daiquiri and watched her son and his mate.

“He is a beauty. I wonder if the others will be the same?” Catherine, Trowa’s sister, mused.

“Others, what others? There’s just two other ex-pilots that would consider changing their gender and one of them is entering right now! Yuck! We could have been happy, but no! He all but tossed lunch whenever I would touch him in any suggestive way,” Hilde gagged.

“I understand that one. I had to drug my husband just to get him to do what I wanted. Then when I found out that my husband actually had money from early tournament winnings and sources he would not reveal to me, I was livid! All the times I ordered him to get a job, he blew me off!” Chichi ranted.

“Tell me about it! When all things were settled after the wars and the boys were “awarded” payment from the defunct Romefeller Foundation, I was very surprised at how much net worth each Pilot had gained! But did they take the wealth? Hell no, they stashed the money in trust funds and savings accounts to draw interest for their future! Even Quatre with all the money that boy has, gave his allotment away! What kind of nonsense it that? No one I know puts their wealth away! Not to mention that I had personally hired Heero as my bodyguard, had all the plans made for our wedding, including the place I wanted to spend my honeymoon! Two weeks before my big day, Lady Une called Heero away for a secret mission for which he had to leave immediately that day. I cornered him as he was packing all of his belongings and asked what was going on. He never glanced up as he informed me, in a tone that booked no argument, that he regretted to inform me that any plans I had made for his life were null and void due to the call he had just received. I could have killed Une that day! She ruined my life!” Relena all but yelled as she had joined her friends, Bulma, Princess Marie Louise, Dr. Magume Takani, Cynthia Winthrop, Maron and Shiori Minamino.

“Relena, darling, you poor thing. I just heard the news. You must be devastated at not getting to marry Prince Antwon Zabi-Sahalin, otherwise known as Zeontorro, the prince of Zeon. Oh, what a gorgeous hunk of a dream!” Dorothy Catalonia, Relena’s companion, gushed as she made herself comfortable in a seat between both the Princess of the Sanc Kingdom and the Princess of the New-France Colony.

Relena turned, mouth slightly agape. “Explain yourself, Dorothy. I have no interest in marrying outside my species,” the Sanc princess shot back.

“I just heard that he’s already married to some alien princess whose team is set to fight for membership into some sort of elite interplanetary alliance headed by Prince Vegeta and Mr. Sakyou. Although-”

“Enough gossip, Milliardo and I just finished that tired discussion and I am not marrying anyone if I cannot marry Heero!” Relena huffed. “I’ll find some way to get him away from that long braided haired perv, mark my word!”

“I’m with you there. I’ll find a way to get my boys back if I have to kill every damn freak in this place, especially the Saiya-jin!” Chichi snarled.

Unbeknownst to the women gathered in the group, their conversation had been overheard. A short gray figure rose from its seat and moved closer to the group.

“Pardon me, sub-creatures, but I could not help but overhear your conversation. I can make your desires come to pass, especially in the extermination of the Saiya-jin.” the creature hissed.

Bulma, who had been with the Z fighters when Frieza had landed on Earth the time Mirai Trunks had come from Earth’s future, gasped and began shaking her head wildly.

“No, we-we don’t need any assistance from the likes of you. We’ll handle our own affairs, thank you,” the Capsule Corp president declined.

“I quite agree, we need no outsiders interfering in personal affairs. I don’t know what you think you are and I don’t care, but you stink, look like last weeks fly-ridden trash and just the slight of you turns my stomach!” Relena shot to the Ice-jin queen who flustered.

Queen Cold had never been spoken to by such a low race in her entire existence! Oh, she had heard how her grandsons dealt with such common trash, but she had an ulterior motive. Not only would her team be the victors in this farce of a tournament, but she would gain control of the alliance, destroy every planet and member and become the queen of the universe! Plus, she had caught a glimpse of the rumored Heriseki stones reputed to come from her grandmother’s race, along with a pile of white silk that had to be Araknian webbing. She smiled wickedly as she thought of the wealth she would gain once she had gotten hold of the treasures she had sent the Squiderion to usurp for her. Who needed low-life’s when one had near absolute power in their fingers? Nodding, Queen Cold left the group and returned to her warriors.

“I swear, the nerve of that bitch overhearing our conversation then coming to offer us help, the nerve!” Bulma growled.

“What was that? I’ve seen apparitions look better!” Keiko commented as she joined Shiori and Shizuru.

“I hear ya kid, most of them don’t have such evilness around them as that thing had,” Shizuru shuddered.

Silence fell at the female table until…

“Well, getting back to the discussion at hand, now my Goku and my sons have left me for some alien savage scumbags that can’t possibly make them happy!” Chichi restarted the earlier rant.

“Ah, Chichi, honey, I, ah, hate to burst your bubble, but isn’t that Gohan, Goten and Goku with Piccolo, Trunks and Vegeta entering and hey, there’s another Trunks with them also!” a deep male voice sounded from behind the women.

Chichi looked up from her previous discussion. “Oh! I’m sorry, dad, I forgot to tell you that Bulma’s son from Earth’s future had returned to this time era. Hey, who’s that with him? Looks an awful lot like a cross between Goku and…NO! Where is he? Where is that piece of Saiyan trash? I’ll beat him to within an inch of his miserable life!” Chichi snarled and got up from her seat to go in search of her prey.

“I don’t think so, onna. You’ve been informed too many times that he no longer belongs to you. You approach either Vegeta-sama or Kakarrot-san, and I’ll not hesitate to tighten the ‘Jagan Tie Curse‘,” a mid tenor voice spoke.

Chichi could not move and sweat began to pour from her body like rain as she watched a spike haired male with a burst of white at the front advance towards her, a red glow coming from his forehead.

Hiei had entered the dining hall, which was the size of three football (soccer) fields and could seat the population of fifteen mid-sized planets comfortably. He had entered with Shuichi on his arm, Vegeta and Kakarrot preceding. The former pair, like every other couple in the lead group, were sharing a welcoming moment after the corporate meeting.

“Sire, I would like to think both you and Sakyou-san for coming to Quatre and WEI’s rescue. Mi amour had been working himself into the ground and it began to take it’s toll on his health. We would have lost him were it not for your intervention. We are in your debt, Hey, what is Hiei about? And what is that red glow coming from his head?” Trowa asked in his Latin/French accented deep voice.

Vegeta turned from the mental discussion he was having with his larger mate to see to what Trowa alluded. With a huff of displeasure, the prince remarked…

“Is she still about that? I swear, some humans have one track minds.” Vegeta slowly peeled himself away from his mate, glided over to where Hiei had the harpy held fast and sent a glare that promised a slow painful execution. “You want my mate, fine, but you’ll have to nail my royal Saiyan ass to the mat for it to be so. Tomorrow, in the ring, and I’ll fight you in my current form, too. I’m much ‘weaker’ in this Saiyan form than I am in any other. You could so easily beat me,” Vegeta’s raspy femme voice spoke.

The prince then turned to Hiei, said something in a language that only those with him could understand and Hiei nodded. Releasing his hold on Chichi, Hiei let the harridan fall to the ground.

“I said gently, mijo. Come, dinner is about to commence,” and with that Vegeta led his party further into the dining hall and down to the lower seating area.