Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The History of Kalika ❯ The World in Briefs ( Chapter 2 )

The History of Kalika

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The World in Briefs

"Vegeta?"

"Ve---Ge---Ta!"

He halted his in depth study of the coffee mug in front of him just long enough to turn around and look at the blue haired woman. Oddly enough, it wasn't the death glare that she had become accustomed to, but a look of utter confusion.

Oh, something was definitely wrong.

But before she could even open her mouth to ask, her hyperactive son, Trunks came stampeding into the kitchen.

"Mom."

"Mom!"

"Would you answer him, Woman!?" Vegeta growled.

Bulma rolled her eyes in the grouchy man's direction.

"Yes?" She asked Trunks, turning on her sickeningly sweet motherly voice.

"Well, since it is Saturday and all, I was wondering if it would be alright if me and Goten went to the mall and stuff. You know, maybe the movies too?"

The lavender haired teen said all this with a mouth full of bacon. Bulma Briefs' only son, ever the gentleman.

She thought about it for split second. It would be nice not to have the two of them here destroying property for once. Let the West City Police deal with them today.

"Fine." She said trying not to smile. "Just be back for dinner."

Saying this last sentence to his back as he rocketed out of the door leaving a cloud of dust and empty dishes in his wake. Kami bless a robotic maid.

The Corporation head returned her attention to her pouting ex-husband; he had resumed staring at his coffee again all the while scooping forkfuls of eggs in his mouth. He's been acting stranger than usual lately, even more so than when we first separated. She finally decided that it would probably be a good idea to just ignore him and turn her attention to their daughter, Bra. She was the mirror image of her mother, excluding the fact that the young girl had inherited the insatiable appetite of her Saiyan ancestors.

The seven year old was too busy stuffing her face with pancakes to notice that her mother was staring.

"Bra." Vegeta said calmly, not evening breaking his stare at the mug of steaming java.

Immediately the young demi Saiyan slowed her pace and began to take care in chewing her food.

"Sorry, Papa." The blue eyed girl said after swallowing a difficult mouthful.

Bulma cut her eyes in the direction the Saiyan on Ouji. It never ceased to amaze her that he never needed to raise his voice to the children to get them to do anything. She on the other hand had to practically beg them to do everything she asked. She remembered overhearing a speech the prince gave their daughter on one particularly embarrassing occasion not long ago.

******

It had been at one of the Capsule Corp. get-togethers, Bulma had noticed the prince taking their daughter aside and went over to see what was going on.

"Who are you?" Vegeta addressed a confused looking Bra.

"Well?" he insisted.

The little girl looked her mother worriedly, before turning back to her father.

"I am Bra Briefs, first princess of Planet Vegeta, the princess of all Saiyans."

Uttered in such an innocent, childlike voice the statement was completely adorable. Vegeta smiled briefly, before his face returned to his

usualscowl.

"Is that so?" He asked.

"Well dat's what you said, Daddy."

Bulma chuckled softly. Vegeta knelled and scooped up a bit of food from his daughter's top.

"Do princesses normally behave in such a manner?" He said examining his finger.

Bra blushed slightly. "No."

"I'm sorry, mama." She said looking up to her mother. "I'll try harder." She said to Vegeta.

Bulma smiled lovingly at her daughter.

******

She had been quite impressed. It was something that she had pictured herself saying to her young daughter, but Vegeta had handled it wonderfully. She sighed quietly. If only he had been able to communicate with her so easily. In the beginning, their relationship had been one of convenience; only beginning because the two of them had been so very lonely. Though she had grown to love the obnoxious prince their arrangement had never been normal. They had eventually married after she discovered she was pregnant with Trunks. This fact had always bothered Bulma. She believed that she would never truly know for sure if Vegeta had married her because he had loved her or if he'd done it out of obligation. Eventually their constant bickering had lost its luster and they decided that it would be best to end the charade. Their lives hadn't changed much after the fact. The two of them had long since stopped being intimate anyway. The divorce had only giving the inventor permission to date. Vegeta had remained his same old cranky, ill-tempered self, at least with her anyway.

Vegeta had continued to stay at Capsule Corp. and help raise their children. He never commented on her dates and lately they didn't even argue anymore. She missed that; over the small things especially. But he would at least acknowledge her presence. It seemed now that he could care less what she did.

The beautiful scientist had already figured out that whatever it was that had her former mate so agitated had something to do with last night. Around three in the morning she heard a muffled scream coming from the direction of Vegeta's room. The pint sized prince had always been plagued with terrible nightmares. It was just something that everyone was used to, so she wouldn't have questioned it. But usually by morning he would be his old conceited, arrogant self. However, he had seemed even more distant that normal all morning and had not even uttered a word. She recalled hearing the Ouji's phone ring not long after she was jolted awake. It had most likely been Goku. Those two had been spending a lot of time together lately, most of the time not even sparing. Strange that.

Bra Briefs pushed her third empty plate away from her and gave a small belch. Vegeta lifted his eyes from the insanely interesting cup of coffee and locked eyes with his daughter.

"Excuse me." She said with a miniature smile.

Vegeta returned the gesture.

"Mama, can I go help Nana in the garden?" the azure haired little girl asked.

"Sure." Bulma answered. "But try not to get your clothes dirty."

But Bra was already well on her way around back. Bulma was shocked to hear a gravelly chuckle coming from the prince's direction.

"She's going to pay in the mud, onna, and you tell her not to get her clothes dirty." Vegeta said in between chuckles.

"So, it lives?" Bulma said with a playful grin.

"What are you talking about, woman?"

"Well, Vegeta, you've been pouting all morning." Bulma said as she began clearing the table.

"I am a Saiyan warrior. I don't fucking pout!" He said a little more forcefully than necessary.

"Ok. Fine. I just think…"

But he wasn't paying attention anymore. She could hear a low growl rumbling in the angry prince's throat. But the most significant sign of the prince's unease was the fact that his tail, which was usually wrapped securely around his waist, was currently swaying around erratically behind him. He was staring at the door as if he was expecting something or someone.

"Kakarot." Was the only thing he uttered.

The backdoor swung open and Goku entered.

"Oh." Bulma said with a friendly smile. "Hi, Goku."

"Aww, did I miss breakfast." The tall Saiyan pouted.

"Sorry," The scientist consoled. "You know how those kids of ours are, Goku."

"Yeah." Goku said bringing his hand behind his head and erupting in a nervous chuckle. "I don't think I would have won the fight with those two

anyway."

Vegeta pushed away from the table and roughly passed the lanky Saiyan. Bulma sighed.

"What's with him?" She asked as she cleared away the prince's dishes and placed them in the sink. The robomaid took over from there.

"What do you mean?" Goku said claiming innocence.

The turquoise accented woman narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"No!" Goku said, chuckling insanely. "Really!"

"Goku…" Bulma said with a serious expression.

The happy go lucky goof could be just as stubborn and his prince sometimes. However she knew she was close to breaking him, his disobedient monkey tail was proof. It lashed about wildly behind the anxious Saiyan.

"I know that was you that called him last night." The scientist said.

"Geez, Bulma!" The defeated man said finally. "Vegeta told me not to say anything."

"So, he is having nightmares again." Bulma concluded.

"It's not what you think, Bulma!" Goku pleaded.

"Well, what is it!" She screeched. "It not like he tells me anything anymore!"

"Now, Bulma," Goku proceeded. "You know how Vegeta is… He doesn't say much of anything to anybody."

"But he told you!" Bulma whined. "And I'm his wi… I was… his wife. I do still care about him, you know."

"I know." Goku said, looking away apprehensively.

He hated when women got all emotional and stuff. He never knew what to say or do.

"And he knows it too." He finished. "I promise that we'll both tell you when the time is right."

"You two aren't sleeping together are you?" Bulma asked abruptly.

Inky eyes grew wide in shock and Goku started to stutter.

"Of… of course not!" Goku barked. "Why would you say a thing like that?! Besides, ChiChi would kill me!"

The slight woman giggled uncontrollably.

"I was just kidding, Goku!"

"Oh." The charcoal haired Saiyan sighed in relief. "Well, I'm gonna go ask Geta if he wants to spar or something."

And with that Goku was out of the door.

"Indeed." Bulma said, her eyes glittering in merriment.

******

"Nosey onna." The prince said, his usual scowl firmly in place.

"Aww, Geta." Goku began. "She's just worried about you."

Vegeta just growled in response. Goku sighed. He had followed his friend deep into the woods and had tried to get him to talk.

"C'mon." The Earth reared Saiyan practically begged. "You said that we would talk about. You just can't ignore me and pretend it didn't happen."

"And why not?" The gruff royal asked and kept walking.

Goku continued to fallow his flame haired companion.

"You always do this." Goku groaned.

"Then why do you keep insisting that I talk to you, Kakarot?"

Goku exhaled loudly. "It wasn't just your dream, Vegeta. And I think you know what's going on. You always do."

The stubborn prince stopped suddenly and took in his surroundings before promptly taking a seat in the lush green grass. Goku followed suit, staring directly in the Ouji's face.

"You're not going to give up, are you?"

"Nope." Goofy Kakarot grin.

"Fine." Vegeta conceded. "But I already told you, that I don't know who she is."

"Yeah, but we could at least try to find out." Goku started. "And maybe Bulma could help."

"No."

"Aww, c'mon Geta!" Goku whined. "I know you saw it. She had a tail. She's a Saiyan. And aren't you the Prince of all Saiyans?"

Vegeta groaned. He knew where this was heading.

"Aren't you supposed to protect your subjects? And I know you are curious about where she came from."

Vegeta said nothing.

"And besides we could probably save all those poor people in the process."

Vegeta growled. "Fine, Kakarot! But we only tell the woman what she needs to know."

"Alright." Goku agreed.

The younger man sprung to his feet.

"Let's go!" He said a little too excitedly for the prince's taste.

Goku was more than a little perturbed when Vegeta didn't move a muscle.

"Geta?"

"I came out here to meditate, Kakarot, and that's what I intend on doing."

Goku sighed rather noticeably and plopped down next to the prince.

"Okay." He said regrettably.

Only fives minutes had passed and Goku was already fidgeting. He had tried hard to imitate the stubborn prince's serenity and had failed miserably.

"How could Vegeta be so calm at a time like this?"

He found himself staring at the composed man's profile. The prince was all angles, very similar to himself. His proud, pointy nose stuck high in the air, but his ever present smirk had melted into a more peaceful expression. It was rare that Goku ever saw his pal this way. The hyperactive man had never been one for meditation, he would much rather spar.

A gentle wind swept through the forest, causing the prince's chestnut colored mane to sway in the breeze. Goku subconsciously reached out the capture the unruly strands in between his fingers. The prince's gravity defying hair was soft to the touch. A small smile crept across the Z fighter's features.

"You two aren't sleeping together are you?"

Bulma's playful question gleaned across Goku's consciousness. He found his face had begun to flush hot. He admired the other man, but he would never think of him in such a way. Besides, he was married, and ChiChi would definitely not be pleased. Suddenly the velvety substance between his fingers was snatched away suddenly and Goku's eyes shot open in response. His prince was facing him, an elegant brow raised questionably.

"Oh." Goku pulled his hand away quickly. He gave a panicky chuckle.

The third class warrior stared in to his prince's confused gaze and he smiled shyly. To the unobservant, the Ouji's eyes might have been mistaken for black, just like his own. But no, his prince's eyes were special; they were a dark chocolate brown, much like his unique hair.

"Kakarot?"

Goku was awakened from his trance by the use of his Saiyan name.

"Can we go now?" Spiky haired man whined.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Fine!" he growled. "I see that I'm not going to get much accomplished with you breathing over my shoulder!"

And with that the angry prince shot up into the sky with Goku following close behind.

(A/N: Alright, folks, what do you think? I don't know about you but I think it sucks. Aww well, I tired really hard. Next chapter will be up soon, hopefully. )