Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Amazon & Saiyan: Consequences ❯ Meeting in the Woods ( Chapter 2 )

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Amazon & Saiyan: Consequences

By Nadia Rose

Chapter 2: Meeting in the Woods

For the handful of fighters who considered it their duty to protect the planet they lived on from any matter of threat, life was something that could change at any moment. One day they could be living their mostly peaceful lives, and the next, on a spaceship to a planet thousands of light-years away, or even training in the afterlife. After seeing everything they had, there wasn't a lot that could turn the stalwart warriors into stammering adolescents.

But the sight they found when they followed the gargantuan ki spike one muggy summer morning was more than enough to leave them speechless.

Chichi, the daughter of the Ox-King and the Crown Princess of the Amazons, opened her dark eyes in time to see her new mate disappear beneath an aura of golden light as he ascended into the level of power that had only been a legend until very recently.

The Prince had finally become a Supersaiyan.

Chichi stared at Vegeta, wondering exactly what had happened to him, and why he was glowing…gold. She had her fire-aura, but unless she spent years refining that particular set of skills she could not call upon it at will. It was only triggered in self-defense or in moments of extreme emotional agitation. If this golden aura was anything like her red one, Vegeta would have to be very upset about something; there was nothing in the area that could endanger him.

"Vegeta?"

He turned to stare at her with green eyes harder than diamond, and such a wave of raw anger and hatred washed over her that the air crept out of her lungs. She glanced up at her mate, ignoring the tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes.

This hatred that invaded his soul was directed at her.

Fighting for breath, the young woman planted her palms in the grass and levered her torso into a sitting position. She winced as her much-abused muscles protested the movement; one of Korin's precious senzu beans would be more than welcome at the moment.

"Vegeta," her voice was hoarse, and she could barely raise it above a whisper.

"Vegeta-why do you hate me?"

A sinister smile reminiscent of the Vegeta who had tried to kill her son touched the lips of the man before her. He was so hard-and so cold…and yet there was something deeper that she couldn't put her finger on. A tiny little sliver of something that told Chichi there might be hope.

"Hate you!" The haughty Prince snorted. "You're just a weak earthling woman; I could crush you as easily as a bug beneath my shoe." His voice was cold as he walked over to stand above her, looking down upon her as if she were no more than a chair he was about to sit upon. "I would never waste such a strong emotion as hatred on a pitiful creature like you."

Chichi tried hard to keep her despair from welling up like tears. She would not let this man see her get upset; not now. If this was the way he wanted their relationship to be, then so be it.

He would have to learn the hard way.

But before she committed herself to the forceful re-education of the man who had claimed her, she had to know one thing. She slowly forced herself to stand, and calmly looked into the harsh green glare. This was his only chance to redeem himself.

While Chichi and Vegeta braced themselves for a verbal battle, they were completely unaware of the men who had gathered in the safety of the edge of the forest. The massive ki spike had startled them all into thinking that danger was near, and they had all taken to the skies, hoping to find out what it was.

They had been expecting something horrible, dark, and evil, threatening the very existence of the planet they called home.

What they did not expect was to find the Prince of all Saiyans and the wife or mother of his only two subjects arguing in a clearing. Mouths open slightly in shock, the four men gaped at the situation before them.

Krillin, the master of embarrassing comebacks, was the first to find his voice. "Am I seeing things-or is that Vegeta and Chichi without any clothes on?"

Yamcha nodded, eyes fixed upon the slender figure of Goku's wife. "I don't see any clothes out there."

Krillin tore his eyes from the spectacle before him to glare at Yamcha. "She's married, Yamcha-to Goku. And I'm sure he wouldn't be too happy to know you're staring at his wife when she's wearing nothing but…" his eyes slid back to the scene before them.

"Grass," Tien finished weakly, all three eyes wide in shock. Beside him, Chaotzu whimpered, hiding his eyes in taller man's leg.

Puar, while no less surprised than the others, finally realized that Yamcha, unlike the others, still hadn't adverted his eyes from the scene before them. "Yamcha," the little cat squeaked in worry, "don't forget Bulma! She'll never forgive you if she finds out you've been peeking at other girls!"

Krillin gave Yamcha a stern glare, reminding the ex-desert bandit that Bulma would indeed find out that he had been staring at Chichi, unless he found something else to look at. Being a man, and one not bound by the strict upbringing of some brainwashing guild, Yamcha's eyes searched for something else to look at, and landed on Vegeta.

Like Chichi, the Saiyan Prince wore nothing that he hadn't been born in, but his appearance had so drastically altered that Yamcha only identified him by the dark undertones of his ki. The man's hair was gold; and his aura, now visible, blazed like a burning sun. He had his back turned to them, but Yamcha shuddered to think what sort of expression such a massive ki-spike had brought to the face of the Saiyan Prince.

He was probably ecstatic, having finally passed Goku in raw strength.

The three men exchanged glances, each trying to see if any of the others were going to leave when the pair in the clearing began to speak again.

Chichi ran dirty fingers across an open wound at the base of her throat. "Doesn't this mean anything to you," she questioned the Prince softly, massaging what Tien could make out as a bite mark. He wondered briefly what significance it held, but his thoughts were cut short by Vegeta's harsh reply.

"That," he poked a finger at the mark on her throat, "would mean a lot more to me if that," his finger slid across her throat to another, much older mark, "disappeared."

Chichi's dark eyes widened, and her hands went to her hips in a stance that each man recognized as Chichi at her most dangerous. "And what is that supposed to mean!"

Vegeta growled and turned to pace, literally too angry to answer her.

The men at the edge of the forest quickly retreated deeper into the trees, instinctively knowing that now was not a time to be seen if they wanted to see tomorrow.

Chaotzu glanced at Yamcha, who was trying to comfort a quivering Puar. "What do you think they're talking about?"

"She has two bite marks at the base of her neck," Tien explained quietly, still peering off towards the clearing. "One is fairly new; it has recently scabbed over. The other is a scar-years old." He paused for a long moment. "And it was made by a different set of teeth."

Krillin stared at Tien in surprise from his safe spot under the canopy of a particularly dense oak. "You can see all of that from here?"

Tien smiled cryptically. "There are advantages to having three eyes."

Yamcha sighed as Puar settled on his shoulder, nearly throttling him with her tail. "So what's going on," he questioned, unconsciously mimicking the tone Bulma used to get answers from her subordinates. "Why are Chichi and Vegeta in the middle of nowhere without any clothes? And what's up with Vegeta's power spike? I've never felt anything like it."

"That's because you were dead," a gruff voice answered.

Everyone whirled to see the tall green figure of a Namekian leaning casually against a tree, arms folded across his chest.

"Kami, Piccolo!" Krillin swore. "How long have you been here?"

Piccolo glared at the former monk, who promptly shut his mouth and tried to blend into the tree branch he was sitting on. "Long enough."

"What do you mean I was dead," Yamcha questioned, braving the wrath of the former demon.

Said person bared his fangs in an eerie snarl that would have sent Yamcha scuttling to Krillin's side, had he not been so curious to hear the answer. "Vegeta has transformed into a Super-saiyan, just as Goku did on Namek." He closed his eyes for a moment. "But he still is not as strong as Goku was."

Krillin couldn't resist a chuckle about the fact that the haughty Prince was still second best.

Piccolo frowned, and gave them all the scornful glare reminiscent of his days as pure evil. Puar shuddered against Yamcha's neck, hiding her head in the man's hair. Yamcha swallowed, but refused to let Piccolo see him afraid. "And I refuse to believe that students of the Turtle Master do not know what their lack of clothing implies."

Each of the men paused, shock coursing through their veins like ice water.

Krillin spluttered. "Are you trying to tell me that they had sex?"

Piccolo snorted. "If there is anything else that humans do together without clothing, I have yet to see it." He cocked his head, obviously listening to something none of their ears were sensitive enough to detect. "We should go to the clearing," he said shortly, and headed back towards the arguing couple.

Too shocked to disobey an order from the man who had, in his way, said more to them in the past few minutes than he normally would in months, they made their way back to the clearing, where Vegeta had finally sorted out his thoughts enough to answer his Princess' question.

"What it means, Princess," he snarled at her title, "is that you are still bonded to that fool Kakarot, and are not worthy of being my mate!"

While Krillin, Yamcha, and Tien cycled the word mate over in their brains and tried to come to terms with what they had just learned, Piccolo flinched at the loud voices and continued to monitor ki-levels. He would not let anything happen to the dark-haired woman, simply for Gohan's sake. If it weren't for the unquestioning loyalty and friendship of the little boy, he wouldn't have bothered to come at all.

Chichi's eyes had widened at Vegeta's comment, and she snapped her jaw shut with an audible click. Sucking air through her nose, trying to calm down, she resembled nothing more than a raging bull preparing to charge.

Piccolo, more than familiar with the woman's temper, raised his hands to protect his ears.

"You can't expect me to just forget about Goku," she screeched angrily, no longer bothering to stop the tears of frustration streaming down her face. "I've loved him for more than half of my life!" She shook her head slightly. "If it hadn't been for Goku I would have been dead long ago. I can't just forget about the man I've lived for since I was ten!" She fixated fiery eyes on the stubborn Saiyan Prince. "I won't!"

Vegeta snarled in anger, clenching his fists. "I should have known you would be a simpering fool. If he had loved you, he wouldn't have left you alone for the past few years." He stared at the woman's tear stained face for a long moment, then grunted in disgust, his hair returning to it's normal state. "Go and wait for him then. You'll be an old woman before he comes back. While you wait for the third-class baka to finally remember to come home to you, remember what you could have had with me."

Vegeta strode to the edge of the lake, and pulled on a pair of spandex training pants, totally ignoring the stricken look on Chichi's face, her dark hair flowing in tangled waves, grass and small branches sticking out of it at odd angles. She stared at Vegeta's back, looking lost and torn. She closed her eyes for a moment, and they could see the tears welling beneath her lashes.

"I may love him, Vegeta," she whispered hoarsely, "but I belong to you."

Vegeta turned and stared at her, his expression harsh. Chichi brightened, slightly, a soft smile touching the corners of her mouth. Vegeta laughed, one hand resting on his stomach. "Who said I wanted you, woman?"

He grinned maliciously at her, enjoying the pain that flitted across her face. "Not even a human wants an unfaithful mate! No; I took you only because you're strong enough to give me an heir with Saiyan strength. Your brat has proven that much."

Piccolo decided he'd had enough as soon as Gohan was mentioned, and stepped between them.

"Piccolo!" Chichi exclaimed, hands flying to cover herself as she began to frantically look for something to hide behind.

Vegeta stared at Piccolo. "Namek!" He hissed. "What are you doing here?"

"I followed the ki trail," Piccolo replied equably, absently removing his cape and tossing it to Chichi, who had been trying to fasten her broken armor back onto her body. "And I wasn't the only one."

"What?" Chichi stopped, and closed her eyes. "You in the woods," she called, "I know you're there. Come out!"

Vegeta's scowl darkened as Krillin, Tien, Chaotzu, Yamcha, and Puar emerged from the forest. He marched up to Yamcha and charged a small ki ball in the fist of one palm. "How long have you been here," he demanded.

Chichi peered over his shoulder, looking every bit as angry. "How much did you see?"

Yamcha, while ready to take to the skies at any moment, couldn't ignore the proximity of the woman who now wore only Piccolo's white cape. "Everything," he mumbled, before he could control himself. "I mean hardly anything," he covered frantically, "we've only been here for a few minutes; just in time to see you de-transform."

He was too late; Vegeta's sensitive hearing had caught his first comment. He found himself slammed into the nearest tree, facing the very angry Prince of Saiyans and struggling to pull air into his lungs. Vegeta tightened his grip to the point where Yamcha was sure he was turning purple, when Puar transformed herself into a massive hammer and began to bash Vegeta about the head.

This only succeeded in tightening the Prince's grip, and the others rushed to help. Yamcha was positive he'd open his eyes and see King Emna when he heard a woman scream, Vegeta's grip loosened and his hand came away from Yamcha's throat.

Yamcha gasped for air and tried to see past the white spots in his eyes, grateful for Puar's comforting presence at his ear, and the other warriors circling him warily. When the spots finally receeded, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Chichi, bathed in the flickering red flames of what could only be a power up, held one of Vegeta's wrists to his side with both of her hands. She squashed her body full against his, one foot winding itself around Vegeta's ankle as she pressed her lips against his. As he lowered his head to deepen the kiss, his arm snaked around her waist, and he freed the other one to rest lower on her body. Chichi's hand came to rest on his chest, and the other found its way to his neck, fingers lost in the expanse of black mane.

Beside Yamcha, Chaotzu groaned and hid his face behind Tien's leg again.

Krillin, as always, was the first to find words as they watched the two make out before him. "Whoa."

Yamcha agreed that 'whoa' about covered it, as he firmly reminded himself that admiring the expanse of leg Chichi was slowly creeping up towards Vegeta's waist was a death wish.

Piccolo, slightly angry at being ignored, cleared his throat loudly.

Vegeta snarled, pulling Chichi to him with one arm as he extended the other and powered up another ki blast. "I will blast all of you into hell," he growled, staring at them angrily, "if you so much as think about my mate without clothing." He looked down at Chichi, who had rested her head against his chest and was rubbing her fingers across his collarbone. "If I ever find out you've discussed what you've seen here with anyone, I will redefine your definition of pain." The glare he shot them proved he wasn't bluffing, and Yamcha's stomach wrenched.

"Vegeta," Chichi murmured quietly, placing one hand on his extended arm, which he reluctantly lowered. "I'm sorry we frightened you," she apologized quietly, then her tone firmed, "but Vegeta and I have some things we need to discuss. In private."

"What she means," Vegeta snarled, "is get the hell out of here before I decide to kill you!"

As Tien and Krillin helped a shaky Yamcha take to the skies, Piccolo turned to stare at the tiny woman crushed to the Saiyan's chest. "Just remember Goku isn't the only Son to consider," he admonished.

Guilt flickered across Chichi's face for a moment, and Piccolo gave her a stony look. "He knows nothing yet-but you can't hide from him forever."

With his last parting shot, Piccolo turned and lifted off, heading in the opposite direction of the other Z-fighters, leaving the Saiyan and the Princess to carry on in the clearing. Gohan needed at least one sensible adult with him right now; someone who could help him with the shock to come.

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Meanwhile, thousands of light-years away, a young man with spiky black hair stared out of the small building he lived in into the night sky, in the general direction of the planet he called home. Something was wrong at home; something had happened to Chichi. Even if his space-pod could be repaired, it would take him months to get home. But if he could master this alien technique, it should take only seconds.

Son Goku pushed his worry from him with a great effort and turned to the task in front of him.

He would find out what had happened to his beautiful Chichi.

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