Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans ❯ Sugar High Part 2 ( Chapter 10 )

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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Chapter 10: Sugar High Part 2

    I wake up in the middle of the night salivating, having dreamt about something sweet.  I get up and enter into the kitchen and pull the fudge cakes from the fridge.  The delicious looking cakes were moved out of the freezer earlier that day.  Knife in hand, plate ready, and scoop ready; I delve into the mouthwatering, soft, spongy, divinely chocolate cake.  Grabbing the scooper, I heap some ice cream on my huge slice.  Sitting down, I grab it with both hands, stuffing it into my mouth.

POV: Vegeta     I sit here being commanded to eat by the only other full blooded Saiyan on earth.  That last phone call from his ex-wife has appeared to sever the last thread of his sanity.    We have finished the cake.  And now he just sits there grinning like a loon and purrs!  His purr quickly changes to a growl when I get up out of my chair.  I approach him calmly, the action seeming to appease him.  When I am close enough, he pulls me to him, and teleports us to our sparring grounds.     "Now we fight." he says as he throws me through the air.  He then flies at me, his right fist ready to strike.  I steady myself and dodge his attack, swinging my left leg in a roundhouse kick.  Kakarott shimmers away, appearing behind me his punch landing hard in between my shoulder blades, followed by grabbing my right leg and spinning me around and projecting me into the side of a spire.  We fought  for an hour, punching and kicking and blocking.     Kakaraott fighting dirty!  I never thought I would see the day.  I take advantage of my many years of previous experience in this 'style', and resort to my old tactics.  Taking advantage of my body's smaller size, and my speed, I shimmer in front of him and fire an energy blast point blank into his face... Or so I thought.  As it turns out, it was just an after image.  I sweep the area like a lighthouse with my aura, searching for his location.     I suddenly feel something against my back, my arms and legs restrained;  A warm body binding all my members, preventing me from escape.  It is then that I hear him whisper in my ear: "Mine."  He then grates his canines across the surface of my skin, where my neck and shoulder meet.  My eyes widen in panic.  Before he has a chance to bite, I power up to my maximum, throwing him some distance from me.  I know that he will win if I do not do something fast.  I do not want him to claim me as a mate, my pride will not allow it.     Quickly he charges at me.  I send an uppercut to his jaw, making him dizzy for a moment.  Now I move in and roundhouse him in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.   Catching him as he falls, I am reminded of when I carried him up to his room when he was sobbing like a little child.     I flew home with him on my back.  With him slung over my shoulder, I carry him to his room.  I tuck him in.  Glancing back as I exit his room, I see a look of childlike innocence on his face.  The man does have an innocence to him, that must be protected.  Unlike myself who grew up, being tortured and sexually abused by Freeza and his cohorts, he has lived here, on this planet he and the humans call Earth.  He was not exposed to the tyranny and bloodshed I had to endure.  For some reason, I take it upon myself to be his protector.  I was born the Saiyan Prince after all. But to me, for some reason, it is more personal than that.  Me protect him? I chuckle at the thought.  Turning I close the door and head to bed, the fight tiring me, and the sugar high has begun its decline.

POV: Trunks

    After eating breakfast Goten and I go check on Goku.  Our dads had a late night fight, no doubt caused by all the dessert they ate, and the mounting tensions between them.  Goku is still has not awakened, and it's after nine in the morning.  I turn on the television to find some interesting Saturday morning cartoons.  Goten being an artist, enjoys animation.  My dad has been behaving differently lately.  His sweet tooth seems to have grown immensely and his scent has changed.  It would seem dad is in heat.

    As I flip through the channels, I come across news that plane flight 242 has crashed, no survivors.  My dad enters the room at this moment and hears the news.  That would explain Goku's momentary scream in his sleep about an hour ago, the plane crashed about that time.

POV: Goten

    Trunks and I were watching a cartoon after the news when Dad walked into the room, saying: "Chichi, your mother, is dead."  "Dad, I know.  It was on the news.  The plane to Paris crashed on the way there."  I said.  "Trunks lets go train." I said, as I walked out of the back door. 

  Back outside, we begin our spar, trading kicks, head butts, and punches.  After three hours of this, we are called to lunch. Today we have decided to eat outside under the warm sun. A gentle, cool breeze blowing from the the east; contrasting with the warm rays, creating a delicate balance.  The food has placed buffet style in the kitchen, all varieties of food has been prepared.

    It seems every time we have these barbecues, something bad always seems to happen.  Dad mounds a huge mountain of food on his plate, since he missed the previous meal.  He eats his lunch, quietly and keeps to himself, but at least his appetite has returned to normal.  Vegeta sits in his seat eating his food while observing my dad.  His concern showing, despite his efforts to mask it.  Vegeta is not one to reveal his emotions to others, except for his anger.

    Trunks' Grandfather, on his mother's side, gets up to  get another helping of food and hasn't come back for a while.  I can hear laugher and greetings at the front door of the house, as someone has pulled into the driveway.  Trunks, myself and Vegeta head for more food.  We see Trunks substitute teacher, Appuru, and his Grandfather talking to each other, with the teacher signing and the other speaking.  "Appuru, meet my family."  He says.  Appuru takes a sip up his cup of hot cocoa, since he doesn't like coffee, and when he turns around he nods to each of us.  But when he sees Vegeta, his cup falls out of his hand, to the floor and shatters, accentuating the look of utter surprise on his face.

    To be continued...