Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The History of Kalika ❯ All My Saiyans ( Chapter 4 )

The History of Kalika

Author's Note:

I have gotten such great reviews.

But I still don't own DBZ--bother--

I still don't know anything about possible pairs, I am just enjoying the ride…but keep in mind anything can happen--I am not picky in the least--And I am a fan of slash--Hmm--Anyway, on with the (R rated) fic.

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All My Saiyans

The conservation lecture had gone on as planned and Gohan was anxious to be on his way. He could hardly wait to get a chance to talk to Kalika. Alas, Professor Simmons had thought it necessary to tell the young teacher how great he was and how much the University would love to have him back again someday. But Gohan had long since stopped listening; he was all too focused on the sight of Kalika. She was sitting away from the majority of the group all by herself. The demi Saiyan's sighed lightly, he remember college too. He hadn't had many friends either.

"So what do you say, Professor Gohan?"

"Huh?"

Apparently, Professor Simmons had just asked Gohan a question; unfortunately the younger man hadn't a clue what it was.

"What do you think about next year, huh?" The gawky man said while slapping

Gohan on the back. "I'm sure the University would love to have you back."

"Oh, yeah! Sure, of course, I could come back!" Gohan said, recovering quickly.

"Great, now that that's settled, how about we get some lunch?"

"Oh, well, I don't know." The new professor said unsteadily. "I really should be on my way. I promised someone that I would meet up with them after the lecture."

"Oh, of course." The Hawaiian resident said, as he gave Gohan a slight nudge and glanced over in the direction of Kalika.

Gohan was unnerved to say the least.

"Interesting choice." The Hawaiian continued. "But she is kinda freaky, you know. Believe me though, I even thought about it for a while, but something is definitely off about that girl. Although, I do suppose that you have a point. She is probably the most unlikely to cause any trouble, she'd just be happy that anyone would be interested."

Gohan turned to the brown haired instructor with a look of total outrage.

"What are you talking about?!" The demi said with wide coal colored eyes.

"Oh, sure, right." The man countered with a sleazy wink. "I didn't say a word. Have fun Professor. Enjoy your stay in Hawaii."

And with that Professor Simmons gave Gohan a backwards wave and was off to collect his students. Gohan just watched him go in disbelief.

"Disgusting." He finally said as he watched the man in question put his arm around one of the coeds.

The former Z fighter hadn't even noticed Kalika sneaking up on him. The short girl put her hand on taller man's shoulder.

"Okay, Gohan." She said with a smile. "It's time for us to have that talk you promised."

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Vegeta watched as the blue haired woman began flipping switches and pressing buttons all the while muttering some nonsense about 'hovering' and 'annoying bastards'. Vegeta was trying his best not to maim the woman. Unfortunately, she had to continue breathing. If not for the sake of their offspring but for the fact that she was apparently the only one able to help he and Kakarot find this mysterious Saiyan female.

He smiled to himself at the thought of his ex-wife. Even after all they had been through not much had changed. The still argued like always; her using her colorful vocabulary for ammunition and he, always threatening her with violence.

No one could challenge him like she could. She was no doubt the only human he could truly call a friend; his best friend even.

Vegeta cocked a chestnut colored brow. 'The Baka' was projecting again. The Ouji turned to look at the sad excuse for a warrior. The Saiyan named Kakarot was currently sending a large amount of nervous energy through their shared bond. A bond that the Third class had not even been aware of until almost a year ago, but it had been so much longer for the prince. Ever since their fusion, Vegeta had been pledged with his rival's simple thoughts and emotions.

The fusion. Vegeta had willing permanently fused with his long time rival in an attempt to save the world. Luckily, it had turned out not to be so permanent after all. Though in the end, the prince was left with a better understanding of the Saiyan Earthling. He had even begun to respect him. During their union the Ouji and the third class had total access to the other's consciousness. The prince got flashes of the other male's childhood, felt the other man's emotions, and experienced his gains, his losses, his victories and his failures. In the past, he had never taken the time to really identify with the other man. He was just another challenge for the cunning prince to conquer. But in the end he learned that there was so much more to the baka than the royal had ever realized.

The prince had never really taken Kakarot's insistence on his friendship seriously. The man had always seemed to befriend people who had once tried to kill him. He really was an idiot. But as much as the surly Ouji hated to admit it, he had grown to value the other Saiyan's friendship. He would even go as far as to admit that he had even missed the big dunce when he was gone all those long years that he had been in Otherworld. That fact being the only reason that when Babidi had possessed him the prince still hadn't been able to kill the other man. Stupid humanoid emotions had gotten the better of him. He grimaced at the thought.

Even with all of these discoveries brought on by the fusion, the prince was still unprepared for what else he found dwelling in the back of Kakarot's psyche. Love. For him. Love that was edging on the end of friendship to something more. This affection was slightly greater than that the lower class had for his other friends. It was so much more different then that he had for his children maybe even his wife. That had taken the normally unshakable prince by surprise. He had no idea that Kakarot had felt so strongly for him. The baka was a lot better at hiding his emotions than Vegeta had given him credit for.

Vegeta saw flashes of past events. Fleeting thoughts belonging to the other man that were tied to softer emotions. The prince noted his presence in all of them. It had become painfully clear that Kakarot didn't have clue as to why he felt that way all those times; dismissing the feelings almost instantly. Fool.

It didn't matter anyway. Kakarot was married and so was he at the time. Besides, the Earth reared Saiyan had no idea what he was experiencing and of course he would never act on them. Not that the prince had wanted him too. If things had been different, and there had still been a Vegeta-sei, then maybe. But they weren't and there wasn't and nothing was going to change that. Besides, Vegeta had never had such feelings for the other Saiyan, he was too much like the rest of the stupid Earthlings her insisted on protecting. Nope, no feelings at all. The Prince of all Saiyans could never love a baka like that. He was barely stomaching their odd friendship, as it was.

Over time the flashes of emotions had gotten stronger. They had not been so recurrent at first but over the years, they invaded the prince's mind more and more often. He had remained quiet about it, not wanting the other man to know. He wasn't sure why he cared if the idiot found out anyway, but still he said nothing. It wasn't long after that the dreams had started though, that Kakarot had come to the prince with his discovery. He had actually seemed excited about it.

Too excited if you'd asked the prince. Strangely enough, the rivals had always spent a lot of time together sparring but now more often the goofy baka had wanted to talk afterward. Always wanting to know what Vegeta thought about the dreams. He seemed so eager to be sharing something with the usually closed off prince that even Bulma hadn't.

The prince had noticed that the shared dreams had increased. Often they had been flashes of future events, never anything major. A barbeque, a mundane discussion, a flash of a future sparing match. But sometimes, the dreams would be of past events, like Kakarot's childhood adventures. And sometimes of the prince's dark past.

Those dreams were the one's that Vegeta dreaded the most. His past with Frieza. All the humiliation and abuse. Now Kakarot knew everything. All of his appalling past, all of his weaknesses, his horrid crimes against innocents. Cursed bond. Ironically, the other man never brought up those dreams after the fact. Respecting the prince's privacy. But of course he had seen. He was amazed that the other Saiyan hadn't begun to act differently around him. He remained the same old goofy, sappily happy, clueless Kakarot. Always a smile for his detached prince.

Those days after a particularly traumatic nightmare, the gentle Saiyan said everything he needed to through is eyes. Big dark, sympathic eyes, betraying all that understanding through just a gaze. Vegeta had always appreciated that, but never let it on.

But last night's dream had been the most peculiar to date. It was of a future event. During those dreams, the prince was much more confident and at ease. Even with all of the carnage the Ouji was calm. He wouldn't have to worry about Frieza appearing and causing more pain and humiliation. In this dream, the tyrant was long gone and he was perfectly safe. And besides, Kakarot was there. Everything would be fine. But then, things started getting weird. He felt an unease begin to build as they traveled through the ruined city. Something drawing him closer against his will. And then he saw her. And then nothing but a flash of light that had nearly scared him witless. He couldn't even remember most of what had happened afterward.

Then Kakarot called. He had seemed so concerned. But he had been so short to the other Saiyan in return. The prince didn't really want to talk about it, and of course the other man had understood. It was something about the Kakarot's voice that had instantly calmed the prince. He leapt peacefully the rest of the night. Strange that, usually after dream like that he would be awake for the rest of the night. But he had been so very tired afterward.

And then this morning, the way Kakarot had stared at him and the way he had touched his hair. He was such an idiot. Why wouldn't he just say something; anything? It didn't matter. He would never leave that harpy wife of his and ruin his dull little life, no matter how much his emotions got the better of him. He probably still hadn't a clue why he was having those feelings. He's a Saiyan for Kami's sake, of course you would be attracted to a member of your own race. No matter what sex they were. Not that it had ever mattered to a true Saiyan anyway. Lust was lust, or whatever you chose to call it.

It didn't matter now anyway. It wasn't like the prince cared for the third class buffoon anyway. There was another Saiyan out there now. And hopefully, she wouldn't be so much of an idiot.

The prince was in fact kind of peeved that there was another Saiyan on the Earth that he had yet to challenge and defeat soundly. And a female, no doubt. The possibilities were endless. Saiyan females traditionally weren't as strong as males but they made up for it with their speed. Vegeta had made speed training one of his main regimes; it would be interesting to try his hand with the girl. And he was single at the moment; he might even consider taking the girl as his mate. That was if she survived their battle. He smiled to himself as he thought more and more about it. Yes, maybe Kakarot was right. They needed to find this girl quickly.

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[Somewhere in Hawaii…a busy restaurant…]

"I love this place." The brown eyed girl said around a huge bite of hamburger.

"They have the best food."

Gohan took in the scene in front of him. Kalika was on her fourth burger with two more in front of her. Not to mention the fries, coke, onion rings and chicken nuggets that weren't leaving much room on the table for his small feast. If he had had any doubts before hand, they certainly been put to rest. This girl was definitely a Saiyan.

"So," Kalika began. "Let's have that talk."

The demi gave a chuckle. He couldn't resist that smile.

"Are you sure this is a good place?" He asked.

"Oh, sure." The Hawaiian girl said. "This place is plenty busy. No one is paying us any attention."

She was right. It was lunch time at this obviously popular diner and there was no better place to be inconspicuous than right out in the open.

"Well," Gohan started. "I don't really know where to start."

He looked upward thoughtfully.

"Well, here goes." He said finally. "I don't think you are of this world."

"So we're aliens, huh?" She said a little too calmly. "Figures."

Gohan was shocked at how well his lunch companion was taking the news.

"I mean--we have monkey tails." Kalika finished. "So, did you always know what you were?"

The young professor was still a bit surprised at the girl's reaction but continued on anyway.

"Well, not at first." Gohan replied. "My dad didn't even know what he was until much later in his life."

"You mean there are more of us?!" Kalika said eyes wide and mouth gaping.

"Well, of course there are." She said before Gohan could reply. "I mean we had to come from somewhere."

The spiky haired demi Saiyan smiled before continuing. "Well, there aren't many of us left now." Gohan said solemnly. "I, myself, am only half Saiyan."

"Saiyan?" Kalika repeated in a breathy whisper. "So that's what we're called."

"Oh, yes." Gohan said.

In all his excitement, he had forgotten to even tell her the name of their race.

"So your mother is human?" She asked.

"Yes, but no ordinary human." He said with a small chuckle.

"How many of us are there in total? I mean--do you know? "

Kalika was surprisingly accepting of the new found information that she was an alien and very eager to learn more. Gohan had not expected such a response. When he first found out he was a little shocked to say the least. And his father, Goku had been damn near catatonic. You would think that having had monkey tails that they would have been a little suspicious. Kalika on the other hand had taken the news with a proverbial grain of salt.

"Well, there's my dad, his name is Goku. There's me and my little brother Goten. And then there's Vegeta, he's the prince of all Saiyans. He has two kids, Trunks and Bra, with a human woman named Bulma. She's the head of the Capsule Corporation." Gohan rattled off all this information with out noticing the expression on the girl's face.

"You mean that's it?" She asked.

For the first time since the conversation had begun, Kalika was actually shocked.

"That's so few." She said as the realization kicked in.

"Yeah, well, Planet Vegeta, the Saiyan home world, was destroyed at least four decades ago." Gohan explained. "My dad and Vegeta were the only full blooded Saiyans that survived. Besides Nappa and Raditz, but that's a whole other story."

This new information only sparked more questions for the newly discovered Saiyan female. What had happened to her new found people? How had she ended up on Earth?

She wasn't surprised to find out that she was an alien. She had always known she was different even at an early age. The tail had been a dead give away. She had always felt out of place. She was stronger than everyone she knew, and faster. She could run like no one else she'd ever known. And there were other weird things--like the energy blasts that she could create. She had always known she was adopted. Where had her parents really gotten her from?

They had never treated her different. The raised her just like any other human child. But they had lied to her. Well, maybe not lied. But they hadn't told her the truth about her origin. Who were her parents, if what Gohan had said were true? If Goku and Vegeta were the only Saiyan that survived, where had she come from? Did they know?

Gohan had observed the change in Kalika's expression; he could see the different emotions playing across her face. He didn't have to hear her thoughts to be able to tell what they were. Kalika noticed the youthful teacher staring. She returned his warm smile and didn't flinch when he placed a comforting hand on her own.

"Don't worry." Gohan said reassuringly. "We'll figure everything out. I'm sure that my dad and the others can help."

"Really."

"Of course." The oldest Son boy replied. "Maybe Vegeta knows something."

"Is he really the Prince of all Saiyans?" Kalika asked, her childlike curiosity getting the better of her.

"Yeah, " Gohan said giving a playful sigh. "And he likes to make everyone aware of it as often as he can."

"He sounds interesting," Kalika smiled. "I can't wait to meet him. I do get to meet everyone right?"

"Of course." Gohan said. "Everyone will be so excited to meet you!"

The dark haired girl was visibly relieved.

"But there is one thing that I don't get." Gohan said contemplatively. "Your Ki signature--it's rather strong. I wonder why none of us have ever sensed it before."

"Ki signature?" Kalika asked. "Is that a Saiyan thing?"

"Well, sort of." He said. "But everyone has one. Normal humans' are so small that you barely notice them. There are some humans that are very strong though. Saiyans or demis--

"Demis?"

"Half Saiyans." Gohan answered before finishing his sentence. "Have much more noticeable levels. But none of us never even knew you existed, or at least I think no one did."

Kalika looked puzzled.

"Do you train?" Gohan asked. "I mean-- it is in most Saiyans' nature to love a good fight."

"Well, now that you mention it." Kalika said smiling brightly. "I do. My father, Manuel Palo owns a dojo in town. He's been training me since I could walk. He always said I was rather strong. Is that how you build up a Ki signature?"

"Well, yeah, pretty much." Gohan said. "Can you generate Ki blasts?"

Kalika's eyes lit up. "You mean my light thingies?!"

"Light thingies?" Gohan said in surprise.

"I've just started perfecting them." She said. "I can do all kinds of cool stuff now." She beamed.

"Hmm." The Demi Saiyan began. "I'm sure my dad would love to train with you."

"Really." Kalika said. "Is he a great fighter?"

"Is he a great fighter?!" Gohan said with a look of utter shock. "He's the best fighter!"

"I bet he isn't better than Mr. Satan."

And with that Gohan sweat dropped.

"Hercule?" He said as he drug himself out of utter astonishment. "You have got to be kidding me?"

"Aww, c'mon on, Gohan." Kalika said while laughing. "This is no time for family pride. I mean-- the man beat Cell. He saved the whole world."

Now that was a low blow. Gohan was visibly hurt. He hadn't ever let the fact the Hercule had taken the credit for beating Cell ever get to him, that was until now. For some reason he felt the need to impress his female friend. The teacher formerly known as the Great Saiyaman leaned in confidentially.

"I'll let you in on a little secret." Gohan said with a slightly mischievous grin. "I'm the one that defeated Cell."

"No!" Kalika said in disbelief. "You're kidding."

He could tell that the girl was decidedly unimpressed.

"I did!" Gohan pouted. "Hercule just takes credit for everything. Me and the rest of my friends and family have saved the Earth plenty of times and my father-in-law always takes the credit."

"Father-in-Law?" The onyx haired young woman said in shock. "You're married to Hercule's daughter?"

For some reason Gohan wasn't disappointed in the fact that Kalika seemed to be more interested because she'd found out that he was related to Hercule. But that she now knew that he was married.

"Cool." Kalika said with a smile. "So you're that little goliath, Pan's dad! Even cooler."

Gohan gave a ragged sigh before forcing a smile.

"Yeah, she really is something."

"Hmm." Kalika said. "And to think that I thought that she had taken after Hercule. You must be really strong, huh? Beating Cell and all."

The professor looked up suddenly and smiled genuinely.

"I believe you Gohan." She said. "I mean, we are Saiyans, right?"

"Yeah." The demi replied. "I should call my dad. He'll be so excited to meet you. And I bet Vegeta would be interested in meeting another one of his subjects."

Gohan pulled out his cell phone and dialed his dad. This was going to be so cool. Goku was going to freak.

(A/N: Sorry that nothing really happened here. But this chapter had to be written to keep the plot going. I didn't want to rush things. Have faith. The action is coming soon. Things start rolling in the next chapter. Special thanks to Apasco, my beloved beta, thanks bunches. )