Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The History of Kalika ❯ Introducing...Kalika ( Chapter 3 )

The History of Kalika

Author's Note:

Okay, so the last chapter kinda grew on me (I really like it now) and I decided to keep going.

Oh and I still don't own Dragonball Z. I've made plenty of phone calls checking into the matter and apparently they refuse to sell. Darn it!

And I still need a beta. Aww, c'mon there has to be someone out there who has as much free time as me.

Still rated R. I'll try to live up to that shortly. <Sleazy, pornographic type laugh> <cough> <cough>

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Introducing…Kalika

The wind whipped though the young man's jet-black hair causing a smile to spread across his face. It had been a while since Gohan had taken a flight this long. Ever since the saga with Buu, he hadn't really needed to travel much especially in this manner. In the years that followed, he had even laid his Saiyaman costume to rest focusing solely on his studies and graduating top of his class from University. He was married now to his high school sweetheart Videl and had a little girl of his very own named Pan. He was also now a professor at the very university that he'd graduated from. A professor that was also in great demand at other universities abroad; hence this airborne excursion.

First of all, he was late and second of all, the intended destination was all the way over in Hawaii. The last point being especially exciting to the young professor. He had visited the United States before but he had never been to Hawaii. He was rather eager about the prospect. He had been asked by one of the Hawaiian university's top professors to come and give a guess lecture on one of his favorite subjects. That being anything that had to do with nature. Conservation and things pertaining to such was one of Gohan's favorite topics. He owned his fascination with the subject to his father. Goku had always loved nature and instilled the same love and respect in both of his sons.

Upon reaching finally reaching Hawaii he landed not to far from the spot that the university group was supposed to meet. He walked the rest of the way in hopes of not arousing suspicion.

"Professor Simmons, I presume."

The lanky brown haired man nearly jumped when Gohan placed his hand on the man's shoulder.

"Oh, Professor Son!"

Professor Simmons tried his best to regain his composure.

"I'm terribly sorry, Professor Son. It's just this forest. It has me on edge. I am not used to everything being so…open."

"Don't worry about it. I really shouldn't have sunk up on you like that. It was incredibly rude of me. And please, call me Gohan." The half Saiyan replied and he adjusted his black-rimmed glasses. "It's bad enough that the students call me Professor…"

Then Gohan leaned in confidentially, "It makes me feel really old," and added with a smile.

Gohan took in the scene in front of him. There were at least a hundred students there, all for his environmental lecture; or mostly because it was a required outing. He cringed internally as he remembered his days in school. Saturday lectures will were never fun.

"Alright class," Professor Simmons said in attempt to get the groups attention. "Our guest lecturer is here and we would like to begin. The sooner we start the sooner you can leave and attempt to get as trashed as possible without causing permanent brain damage…Hopefully."

Gohan chuckled along with the rest of the group.

"Alright Gohan." Simmons gestured to the group. "They're all yours."

The brunet man wiped the sweat from his brow and let out an undignified huff. He was now wishing that he hadn't worn his suit out in the tropical heat. He hadn't realized that it would be so warm out even in mid morning. Gohan on the other hand was completely prepared. Dressed in kaki shorts and a short-sleeved white button down shirt complete with sneakers. Professor Simmons envied the young professor.

"Good morning, class. I am pleased that you were all able to make it out here today." Gohan began. "I just hope I can make it worth your while."

The demi Saiyan smiled nervously and caught his self before he scratched the back of his head in classic Son fashion.

******

Meanwhile somewhere in the woods a pair of black combats boots were tearing up the scenery at superhuman speed.

The landscape went by in a blur of greens and browns. It didn't matter; she'd seen it all before. The damp air trailed continuously against the girl's tanned skin. Slate black hair and white ribbon whipped behind her like a superhero's cape. Kalika was late, yet again. But what could Professor Simmons expect? A class lecture, on a Saturday, of all days. She hated her Ecology class. She'd much rather be in bed even on a lovely day like today or at least on her way home. Her mother had been so disappointed when she'd told her she couldn't come home this weekend.

The young woman stopped just short of the group and hitched up her sagging shorts. She remembered quickly to adjust her tail. She treaded in through the belt loops of her jean shorts. The students at the university had yet to learn of her strange appendage and she hoped to keep it that way as long as possible. The furry monkey like tail would just be seen as a weird looking belt and nothing more. The perfect accessory to her by and large odd attire.

She only dressed as a skate punk only because the clothes were more fun. The t-shirts were the best. Her chosen one for the day summed up how she felt most of her life. It was black, though faded a bit, and read 'Normal People Scare Me'.

*******

Gohan nearly stumbled over his words when he felt a particularly strong Ki approach. He glanced around quickly out of habit.

"Ah, Miss Palo." Professor Simmons began. "So nice to see you've decided to join us. It seems that some one has acted upon my previous suggestion a little early. Did we have a rough night, dear?"

"Well, Prof," Kalika answered. "I'm more of a night owl than an early bird."

The slight girl proceeded to push her way through the crowd.

"Well, since you have succeeded in disrupting the lecture, than maybe you would like to be Professor Son's assistant." Prof. Simmons continued.

"But of course, Prof." Kalika beamed. "Hi, there Professor Son, I'm Kalika Palo." She said while offering her hand. "And it seems that I have been nominated to be your personal assistant."

She gave Professor Simmons a death glare.

"Wonderful." Gohan said in return.

He took in the girl closely, trying his best not to look too suspicious.

Was this the high power signature that he'd sensed a minute ago?

And that is when he noticed it. Around her waist, black and fuzzy. A belt? No a tail. Just like his, though his was hidden underneath his shirt.

"Are you alright, Professor?" Kalika asked as she tried to wrench her hand from Gohan's.

"Oh, of course." He said abruptly snatching his hand away. "I'm fine. I am just so pleased to have some one so energetic assisting me. And please call me Gohan."

"O. Kay." Kalika thought. "This guy is really strange."

"Alright class…" Gohan continued on his merry way, leading the lecture group through the Hawaiian tropical forest.

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The class had stopped for a fifteen-minute break. It seemed that for most of the students, Gohan's scheduled hike had taken a toll. However his newly appointed assistant had just seemed to be warming up. The former crime fighter bit down on his lower lip in contemplation. That furry 'belt' around the young woman's waist was most definitely a tail and it was taking everything in him not to say anything.

"Another Saiyan." He thought. "How could this be? She seems so young…but wasn't Vegeta-sei destroyed decades ago… Dad would be so excited…"

All these thoughts shifted through Gohan's mind and finally he built up enough resolve.

"Maybe she wonders what she is." He thought. "Maybe she's been waiting to meet someone else just like her."

A grin swept across the young man's face. He would do it. He would introduce his true self to her.

"Miss Palo?" He had tried not to sound so nervous, he really had.

The petite girl walked over to him.

"Yes, Pro…Gohan." She corrected herself quickly.

Gohan looked around tentatively and then turned to the girl with a wide grin.

"Maybe I should wait until later…No way, she'd be gone as soon as the lecture was over…You could always track her down later…But she's right here now…Look, she has a tail too, its not like she gonna make a big deal about yours…"

"I need to talk to you… in private. " Gohan finally said.

"Okay." Kalika said apprehensively.

She followed her guest instructor away from the group.

"There's something I need to show you." He whispered, running a nervous hand through spiky ebony hair.

"Alright, this guy is definitely acting weird." Kalika thought. "I swear to Kami that if he pulls out his wang, I am so going to kick is ass from here back to Japan."

Kalika was so wrapped up in her thought that she hadn't noticed that Gohan had revealed his very own tail until it was practically rubbing against her face. She jumped back from the appendage with wide brown eyes.

"What the…!?" She yelled, almost falling over.

Gohan brought his finger to his mouth in a quieting motion and smiled warmly.

"I've got one too."

Kalika was at a loss for words as she stared at the bobbing monkey's tail that belonged her professor.

"Is it really real?" she asked in a childlike voice.

"Yep." Gohan replied.

Kalika unwrapped her own tail from around her waist and used it to brush against Gohan's. The college professor felt shivers up his spine and he closed his eyes monetarily before coming back to himself. He had unconscientiously leaned into the touch, purring all the while. He sprung upright when he noticed the sound of approaching footsteps. The two Saiyans readjusted their tails hurriedly.

"It would seem that our break is over." Gohan said, his voice held a hint of disappointment.

Kalika's wide grin disappeared suddenly.

"Yeah, I guess we should get back." Kalika replied her voice sounding similar. "They'll be looking for you."

"We can talk later, right?" The older man asked with pleading charcoal eyes.

"Of course!" She practically yelled, her grin returning.

"Ah, Professor Gohan." A voice came from nowhere. "There you are. I'm afraid the students are getting restless."

It was Professor Simmons and he was eyeing the two of them suspiciously.

"Oh, of course. " Gohan said moving away from the elated girl. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Professor."

He turned to Kalika with a famous Son smile. "Shall we?"

Kalika only smiled in return and followed Gohan out of the clearing.

******

[West City, Japan…The Capsule Corporation…]

"Well, of course I want it as soon as possible…I have been waiting for an entire month now!"

Goku sat quietly in the office chair, spinning around continuously. He had rarely gotten to see Bulma's laboratory and he was completely fascinated.

Vegeta leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, his princely scowl in full affect.

"Fine…Just do it!"

Bulma Briefs snapped her cell phone closed and took a deep breath.

"Okay. What can I do for you gentlemen?"

Vegeta remained silent. Goku took this as his cue.

"Well, Bulma we need your help to find someone." Goku began.

"A Saiyan female." Vegeta finished.

The blue haired scientist's expression changed suddenly from congenial to utter confusion instantly.

"A Saiyan? Female?" She asked. "Okay. Rewind that back for me. Let's start from the beginning."

The Prince of all Saiyans rolled his eyes.

"Didn't Planet Vegeta get demolished like a whole lotta years ago?"

"Yes."

"And you, Goku, Nappa, and Raditz were the only survivors, right?"

"Right." Goku offered.

"With Nappa and Raditz being dead and all, that would make you two the last Saiyans left, right?" Bulma concluded. "Meaning no Saiyan females. A side from Bra, but she's only half…Hmm…And little Pan…"

"Well, yes, but…" Goku tried.

"Okay…" Bulma muttered. "Explain. Who is this Saiyan female you're looking for?"

"Well, we don't really know." Goku said, bringing his hand to the back of his head out of nervous habit.

"Oh. Right." The blue-eyed woman said slowly.

Vegeta said nothing.

"Well…" Bulma said, with her eyes cast at the ceiling in thought.

"Well…What?!" Vegeta asked rather impatiently, his raspy voice echoing throughout the lab.

"I'm gonna need a bit more information."

"Vegeta." Goku whined. "Can't we just tell her?"

"Yeah, Vegeta!" Bulma said imitating the taller Saiyan's pitch. "Just tell me. I know this has something to do with last night. What are you guys hiding?"

"Nothing, onna!" The prince erupted. "Besides, it wouldn't help anymore if we told you."

"How do you know?" Bulma baited.

Suddenly an evil smirk, one quite similar to the prince's very own, graced her features.

"What are smiling about, Woman?" Vegeta asked. He was trying his best to hide his unease and was failing entirely.

Typically, Bulma would now go on a rant about how her name wasn't 'Woman' and that it was in fact Bulma. Spelled: B-U-L-M-A. And also bring up the fact the prince was a stubborn asshole and that they were the ones that came to her for help. But she didn't. She had something else in mind.

"I think I have something to that could help you." The mechanical genius began.

Goku's eyes lit up.

"It's something I've been working on to track you guys. You know…you, Vegeta, Trunks, Gohan…you know… Saiyans. It's kinda similar to the Dragon radar."

"Really." Goku's grin was practically face shattering. "That's great, Bulma!"

"Yep." Bulma lead on. "But…"

"But…What?" Vegeta growled.

"I'm gonna need to hear the whole story." Bulma smiled her infamous smile.

The Saiyan on Ouji's hands were clenched at his sides. He hated when 'The Onna' did this. How dare she question him?! Play games with him as if he were a child! He was a prince for Kami's sake. A fucking prince! He'd show her. The insolent bitch was going let he and Kakarot use that worthless piece o' crap machine of hers or he was going to make her sorry.

Goku could practically smell the anger rolling off the small Saiyan royal in waves. He had to defuse the situation before it got out of hand.

Why did Bulma always do this? She of all people knew how Vegeta could get. Why couldn't she just let them use her little tracking gismo?

"Fine!" Goku finally broke through the unnerving sound of Vegeta's highly audible snarl.

Goku proceeded to tell the story of he and the Vegeta's shared dreams, all the while trying to hold the undersized prince at bay.

******

Vegeta sat grumbling with his arms crossed over his chest, in standard Ouji style. Goku glanced over in his direction with pleading eyes. The older Saiyan only grumbled louder. Goku sighed. He'd be trying to make this one up to the prince for a long time. But he would have to understand, they had to at least try to save all those people.

"So…" Bulma began. "How long has this thing been going on?"

Goku laughed nervously. "Well, I don't really know."

"Since the fusion." Vegeta snarled in response.

"The fusion?" Bulma palled.

Her face took on a thoughtful tone.

"Of course. It makes perfect sense now. You guys became one person when you fused. Vegetto was one mind and one body. And the fusion was supposed to be permanent, right?"

Goku nodded, though he wasn't sure where Bulma was heading.

"Are dreams the only things that you have in common?" The aquamarine haired woman asked.

"Well…I…" The Earth Saiyan stumbled over his words.

"No." Vegeta interrupted.

He turned to Goku with a smirk.

"Sometimes, I can hear what The Baka is thinking."

"Whaa!" Goku hollered with wide eyes.

"Amazing!" Bulma beamed. "It must be an after effect of the fusion."

Goku was still in shock after the prince's admission.

"How…how long have you been hearing my thoughts, Geta?" Goku asked timidly.

Vegeta cringed at the nickname but he didn't acknowledge it.

"Long enough." He said simply.

Bulma was still mumbling to herself, when Vegeta interrupted her.

"Woman!"

She jumped in surprise.

"The machine." The irritated prince said through gritted teeth.

Bulma stared fearfully at the man's sharp canines.

"Fine!" She said in a huff. "I'll just need to make some adjustments."

And she was off fiddling with some equipment. Goku turned to look on his prince. Vegeta was looking at the gentle Saiyan knowingly. Goku fought the urge to blush.

"Did Vegeta know about the thoughts that he'd been having lately?"

"No...no! He couldn't…He would have said something wouldn't he?"

"And what would you have done if he had, Goku?"

The head Z fighter tried to ignore the thoughts in his head and only hoped that they had gone unnoticed by his Saiyan friend. The surly Ouji went to inspect his ex-wife's progress, leaving Goku to his thoughts. He hadn't truly remembered when he and Vegeta had started sharing dreams. The brown-eyed prince had been a key player in most of Goku's bedtime dramas ever since they'd met. And it wasn't like either of them has made it know when their dreams had begun to coincide anyway.

Goku tried to recall the fusion. That in it's self was like a dream. He only remembered bits and pieces--ghosts of sensations and moments. For a short time he and his prince had been one being. And just as quickly, they weren't. He could however remember an intense felling of warmth during their time together. That had been nice.

The Earth reared Saiyan smiled slightly, before erupting in a loud sigh. Oh, how he wished he could remember more.

Goku's momentary disappointment was interrupted by the ringing of a cell phone. It took him a second to recognize it as his own. ChiChi's way of keeping track of him.

"Hmm…Gohan…I wonder what he wants?"

(A/N: I decided that Gohan should make his grand entrance in this chapter. Don't worry fans of Trunks and Goten…they'll have their time soon enough. I was pleased with this chapter…I think the way I got Gohan in there was pretty cool. Anyway, I'm not supposta review, you are. So get to it…Next chapter up soon. I got a lot of surprises in store.)