Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The History of Kalika ❯ The Aftermath ( Chapter 8 )

The History of Kalika

Author's Note:

To Mechanical Butterfly, Hecate18, Apasco, Rain, Mo and CrazyGurl and everyone else I forgot to mention…You guys are so great…You make me feel so loved. I feel like a real writer.

And now my disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z cause if I did Vegeta would have been the strongest of all the Saiyans…<sigh>…I guess he'll have to settle for being the sexiest.

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The Aftermath

"You summoned me, Mistress?"

"Yes, I did actually."

Nomi shifted uncomfortably under the doctor's gaze. She felt the slightest bit self conscious in the presence of her mistress. Like for some reason or another she was not worthy.

"All the samples were collected…all except one." The blond said sullenly.

Nomi winced slightly. The injuries that she'd received during her battle with the Saiyan Ouji were still fresh. Furthermore, her tattered clothes did little to protect her from the chilly atmosphere of the laboratory. As a matter of fact, this was the first time that the good doctor had ever let her in here. Nomi tried to avoid fully taking in her surroundings. She feared what she might see. Her mistress was a talented genetist, but some of her experiments brought shivers to the normally unshakeable woman's spine.

"Humm…The youngest one…Son Goten." The doctor placed special emphasis on the last syllable of the boy's name.

Doctor Sorah Tyler eyed the young blond disparagingly. The battered woman couldn't help but cringe at the unwanted attention. Her mistress was disappointed in her. And that to Nomi was a blow far harsher than any that damned Saiyan bastard had dealt. The pale girl's shoulders slumped in defeat.

"I am sorry, Mistress." She said weakly. "I guess I got a little distracted."

Doctor Tyler raised a fiery orange brow in response. "I suppose it was my fault." She said finally. "I should not have expected you to fair well against the Prince."

Nomi face grew red in a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Those filthy Saiyans had disgraced her in the eyes of her superior. And even that final blow that she had inflicted on the Prince had not been enough to ease her bruised ego. She was failure. How did she even hope to attain vengeance? When even with the help of the good doctor she was unable to defeat that miserable excuse for a warrior? I mean the doctor could only do some much.

"Heaven forbid that Son Goku had followed you instead."

Nomi dimly heard the doctor's voice through her bitter thoughts. She felt like an utter waste. Even with all her enhancements, she was still weak. Tears threatened to leak from the young woman's green eyes. And at this moment those eyes looked more human then ever.

"But do not fret," The red headed scientist said thoughtfully. "You have served your purpose well. I have more then enough DNA to rebuild him."

The youthful looking doctor tucked a lock of her oddly colored hair behind her ear. Her face erupted in a pleased grin.

"Cheer up, my dear." She said happily.

Nomi smiled weakly in return. She watched her mistress walk to the other side of the room, her reddish orange hair swaying lightly behind her. Dr. Tyler was walking toward a huge specimen tank. Inside, Nomi could make out a figure that vaguely resembled a human being. Vaguely being the key word. From what she could tell the creature's skin was tinted a bluish-gray color. Its features weren't much defined at this point, but the creature looked somewhat familiar. Then suddenly it came to her. She had seen this creature before, or something like it, long ago.

"No…It couldn't be?" She thought desperately. "She wouldn't…Would she?"

Nomi had been with her mistress since she had been a child and never in all her years of service ever questioned the doctor's motives.

"But…"

The pale haired young woman's emerald eyes widened significantly, as she watched her mistress caress the glass of the tank affectionately.

"Soon my love," The scientist said reverently. "Soon you will be perfect."

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A Week Later…

[Capsule Corporation…]

"3…9…"

Goku's tongue peeked out of the side of his mouth, a sure sigh of Son concentration, as he punched the necessary digits into the keypad. Bulma had willingly given the burly Saiyan the override sequence to the Gravity Room, but had warned her old friend that the Prince would most likely not be pleased with the interruption. Goku, however, was sure that the Prince would be interested in his proposal. I mean training in the GR could only be so entertaining for so long, right?

As the concentrating Saiyan tried to remember the rest of the manual override code he glanced inside of the GR to see just what was so important that had Vegeta all tied up. All button pressing ceased and Goku's already deer like eyes got just the slightest bit wider. Inside the Gravity Room the Prince of all Saiyans was wearing nothing but a pair of training shorts. He was in the middle of what seemed to be a most intricate Kata. He was all sweaty and glistening.

Goku's eyelids drooped somewhat as images of times long past flashed through his mind. He remembered the first time that he had ever laid eyes on the Saiyan Prince. He had not so secretly been impressed with the other man. He had never had a challenge quite like him. He had never in all his life been so excited about a fight and was not at all embarrassed to admit it. It had truly been an amazingly epic battle. He and Vegeta: the last two Saiyans in the Universe fighting for supremacy. A shiver went up Goku's spine. He had gotten an ass whipping of a lifetime but still it had been so absolutely perfect. He and his Prince hadn't had an all out rumble in while. He missed it. The charcoal haired man sighed forlornly and resumed trying to figure out the pass code. But of course, never taking his eyes off of the lithe Prince in glorious action.

Goku suddenly found himself wondering how hard Vegeta actually did work to keep those perfect abs. And just why the hell he hadn't ever noticed their perfection before. The Earth reared Saiyan could see just about every one of the smaller man's muscle tenses and relax in steady, hypnotizing movements. His compact but powerful body was moving more gracefully than anything the larger man had ever witnessed. Goku just could not tear his eyes away. He numbly keyed in the rest of the sequence.

"7…5…9"

/Manual Override Sequence Initiated…Gravity returning to normal in…5…4…3…2…1…Access granted…/

Goku had not even registered sound of 'Automated' Bulma's voice. And if you'd asked him, he's sworn he never even noticed the door open. The next moment in the life of Son Goku consisted of him looking into the dark brown eyes of his Saiyan Prince.

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Inside the Gravity Room, Vegeta was deeply engrossed in a complicated Kata. He used the complex method to cool down in between his training regimens. Well, that was until he was suddenly overcome with a flood of memories that he was pretty sure were not his own. The flashes were of his first fight with Kakarot. But the perceptive Prince had quickly noticed that they happened to be from the third class warrior's perspective. He smirked to himself. He felt an emotion that most definitely was not his own; Pure unadulterated joy.

"Humph. Of course that idiot was happy. It's not as if everyday a third class nothing like him got to fight an elite warrior such as myself."

/Manual Override Sequence Initiated… Gravity returning to normal in…

Vegeta on Ouji growled loudly in frustration. He cursed that bothersome blue haired onna's name.

"What did she want now?"

However, Vegeta was surprised to find that it was not the blue haired scientist that had dared to interrupt his highly important training session, but…

"The Baka." He said bitterly. "Of course."

Just as soon as he uttered aloud the name of the Bain of his existence his face took on a sour note. He had not sensed the other man's Ki at all until now. He had been surprised. And the Prince had never been known to appreciate surprises. He sighed in annoyance and didn't even bother to turn around.

"What is it Kakarot?" Vegeta voice held a hint of danger.

"…"

Vegeta turned around…and yep. The baka was there in the doorway, his ebony tail swaying gently behind him, with the strangest expression on his face.

"Kakarot?"

Seeing that that hadn't worked, the Ouji stepped a little closer and got a whiff of something that hadn't really surprised him in the least. He looked down the front of the younger Saiyan and grunted in conformation. Hai…Kakarot was lusting after him again.

"Idiot."

"Kakarot?!"

Vegeta exhaled angrily.

"GOKU!!!" (1)

The big fool's eyes got wider for an instant before he seemed to realize where he was and exactly what he had been doing.

"Oh, hiyah Vegeta." Goku replied cheerily, apparently ignoring the new bulge in his pants. "I just came by to see what you were up to."

The smaller man sighed in annoyance, he'd been doing that entirely too much lately. He went for his bottle of water and took a swig. Goku was about to make another comment but found himself too involved in watching the Prince's Adam's apple bob up and down. He then went on to truly appreciate the curves and contours of the Ouji's lovely, thick and corded neck.

Vegeta nearly chocked on his water when he heard the brawny man begin to purr softly. He forced himself to swallow and narrowed his eyes in annoyance. There it was, that damned adjective again. And there was that Kami damned smell again too.

Saiyans were known throughout the universe for having extremely sensitive noses. In most situations they used there heighten sense of smell as their sole avenue of identification. To a Saiyan everyone had their own particular smell. Like Kakarot for instance, he smelled of the Earth itself; a combination of dirt, grass, pine and such. But there were also other influences, like his masculine musk and at times even sweat. It was a precise mixture of these that made this scent only Goku's. However, at this exact moment the only thing the Saiyan Ouji could smell was what his kind referred to as lust. Or arousal…or whatever you wanted to call it. And this irritated the Prince to no end.

It wasn't that he didn't like the smell. He actually kind of enjoyed it. It brought all kinds of naughty thoughts to mind. Though, he refused to let these thoughts take away his common sense. Nonetheless, it was just the fact that he knew that Kakarot had no idea he was even emitting the mouth watering odor that bothered Vegeta the most. This meant of course, that he had no intention on acting on it. As usual.

"Baka." He muttered.

Goku smiled goofily, still in his weird trance.

"You smell nice, Geta." He purred. "Kinda like cinnamon."

The sated Saiyan leaned forward slightly and inhaled. "Mmmm…spicy."

Vegeta cleared his throat loudly. "Stop flirting, Kakarot!"

"Whaa?!"

Goku instantly snapped out of his reverie.

"Flirting? What are you talking about?" Goku said defiantly. "I wasn't flirting. I was just…You…just…smelled…I don't know! I wasn't flirting! You're a boy!"

"Hn."

"Anyway." The raven haired man said as he scratched the back of his head nervously.

His face was sporting a rosy tint.

"I just came by to ask if you wanted to go with me and the boys to look for the Dragonballs?"

"Now why would I want to do that?" Vegeta asked snidely.

It was common knowledge to all what happened the last time that Vegeta had actively sought out the Dragonballs. It didn't turn out exactly as he had planned to say the least.

"But those were the Namekian Dragonballs, Geta." Goku whined.

"Nani?" Vegeta was puzzled by this sudden outburst. "What the hell are you talking about, Kakarot?!"

"Huh?" Was the good natured Saiyan's response.

A patented Vegeta growl followed. "Never mind, baka!"

"O. Kay. And when we find them we can wish everyone back; even Kalika's parents." Goku said adding a famous Son grin.

Unfortunately, they never seemed to work on the Prince.

"What makes you think that I care about that girl and her parents?"

"Well, you seemed to. I mean you did hug her, Geta." Goku said matter of factly.

"First of all Kakarot," Vegeta made special emphasis on the taller man's Saiyan name. "My name is not Geta. It is VEGETA! I am your prince and you will address me with the proper respect!"

"Second, No I did not hug her!" Another low growl.

"She. Hugged. Me." He finished through gritted teeth."

"Geez!" Goku paled. "Sor-ry. Well, you didn't exactly blast her into the next dimension."

The last bit the younger Saiyan spoke in a near perfect imitation of the Saiyan on Ouji. Vegeta narrowed his eyes in irritation. Goku just chuckled in response.

"You like it?" He asked not really expecting a reply. "I've been working on that one for a bit."

The chestnut haired prince just glared in utter infuriation.

"I was just kidding!" Goku said rather quickly. "I know…Don't mock the Great Vegeta! But…I thought you liked Kalika. I thought you said that you might he consider taking her for a mate?"

Vegeta's eyes widened. He never said that. At least not out loud.

"Aww, Geta…Don't be embarrassed." The orange and blue clad fighter said once he saw the look on the other man's face. "I remember. You did. Right before we left for Hawaii…I mean…She is pretty. Maybe a little young…but Hey, if she's interested…"

Vegeta's brown eyes got even wider before they narrowed into dangerous slits.

"I never said that Kakarot." He said in all seriousness.

"Huh?" Goku eyed the Ouji. Yep, he was serious.

Vegeta approached the taller male and stared him directly in the eye.

"I coulda sworn…" Goku said in complete confusion.

And then his shining onyx eyes lit up. "Hey, ya mean…"

"No. Kakarot."

"I can…"

Growl.

"…hear your thoughts now too?!"

Vegeta groaned. "Kuso!"

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Kalika wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror with a towel. The shower had helped some. She was feeling a lot better. The nice blue haired lady, Bulma had suggested it after she had found her in a sobbing heap in her room.

The reason for this hysterical display had been the package that had arrived at Capsule Corp today for her. The Palo's insurance company had mailed it per her parents' wishes. Under the condition that if something had ever happened to them, they had wanted their only daughter to have the items enclosed.

Kalika hadn't even been brave enough to open it. She just collapsed in a mess of tears. Bulma, to her credit, was very comforting. She had just stayed there and held her until her sobs had dissolved into painful hiccups. She then, in her seemingly infinite wisdom, suggested the hot shower. No wonder she was proclaimed the World's Smartest Woman.

If the folks around here were good for anything it was a nice soothing hug. She smiled weakly to herself then, thinking of when she had turned to the supposed Prince of Saiyans. Vegeta still looked at her funny when ever he saw her.

In the last week, the young woman had been through a lot. She had learned that she was an alien from another planet, got in a fight with some weird robots, an evil devil bitch from hell and then her parent had been killed in the process. On the one hand she had been oddly excited about finding out who she really was. However, on the other, the excitement had been snuffed out by the suffocating sense of lose over her family.

The twenty-one year old stared intently at her reflection in the mirror. She ran her small fingers through her notoriously unruly hair. It had always been a different sort of black, not even the slightest hint of brown. And always spiky; her mother had always complained about it. The woman had taken to just tying the long thick tendrils into a ponytail with whatever she could find. A tradition that the young adult continued to this day.

Kalika released a ragged sigh as her eyes began to tear up again. Those damned eyes. They should have been the give away. They just weren't normal. Not at all like anyone else's. The weirdest honey brown…They just weren't…human.

She growled in frustration when she accidentally knocked the house spray over.

Growled? She had been a purrer all her life. Strange how she all of a sudden realized how truly inhuman that actually was.

But, if there had ever been any reason to question what she was, it should have been her Kami damned tail. I mean what kind of human just walks around with a tail. Even her nose seemed so foreign to her now. It had always been different from her mother and father's. Theirs were larger and rounder. Her's, she now noticed, was much similar to Gohan's and the rest of the Saiyans. It was this same nose that had caused numerous problems throughout her life. She smelt everything, not always a good thing. Gohan had informed her that Saiyans had ultra sensitive senses. That had explained a lot. And don't even mention hearing everything. That most definitely was not a good thing. Her larger than normal ears had always reminded her of a monkey's. Ha, know she knew why.

Finally, her suspicions had been conformed when she learned from Gohan that Saiyans were naturally quite similar to monkeys. That they could even transform into these giant monkey like creatures called Oozaru when ever they looked at the moon. He told her how he had even turned into one once when he was a kid. Luckily, thanks to Bulma that wasn't a problem anymore. She came up with this serum to prevent it from happening without having to cut off their tails.

Kalika then had wondered then why she had never transformed into a giant Oozaru. I mean she had looked at the moon all the time. And another huge question that had everyone baffled was why they had never sensed Kalika's Ki before. This also intrigued the blunette scientist. It didn't take Miss Bulma Briefs long to identify the cause for all the confusion. In fact the answer had been with young Kalika the whole of her life; it was the silver bracelet she wore on her right wrist. It had some sort of way of masking the Saiyan girl's power level, which also meant no Oozaru during the full moon. The only reason that Gohan had sensed her on that fateful day had been because she had taken off for the first time in forever. She had gotten it cleaned as a sort of surprise for her mother. She had always complained that she never took it off and that it must have been filthy. She fingered the newly cleaned bracelet. She had practically had to threaten Bulma to keep the inquisitive woman from experimenting on it.

Kalika adopted parents had always told her that it had been a gift from her real parents so that in some way they would always be with her. She most definitely couldn't have anything happen to it. Apparently her birth parents were both Saiyans (thanks to a blood test from Bulma) making her a full blooded Saiyan. The only female left in all the universe according to the prince Vegeta and Goku. The two of them also agreed that her birth parents must have wanted to hide her power.

But from who? Gohan and the others. But they were nice to her. For the first time in all her life Kalika finally felt like she belonged. Everyone she'd met in the past few days were weird, even the humans. She had never felt so comfortable around total strangers in all her short years.

Gohan was a sweetheart and Trunks and Goten were hilarious. Bulma never ceased to amaze her with her intellect. And the Namekian, according to Gohan, Piccolo, though extremely quiet, even seemed to be please with her joining their odd little group. But Goku and Prince Vegeta were amazing. The last two full blooded male Saiyans in the universe. They were so strong, it was ridiculous. Goku had already volunteered to help her train. She was excited about that. With his help, she would be able to find that bitch Nomi and make her pay for destroying her life. Yep, even after they used those things that Gohan called Dragonballs to set everything right, she was still going to make that bitch sorry she ever heard the name Kalika Palo.

She shook her head lightly; all this introspection had just made the raven haired girl's head hurt. So she just got dressed and headed back to her room to brood and perhaps build up enough courage to open that damned box.

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Author's Note:

(1). Goku?!: Can you believe it? Vegeta called Goku…Goku!

Alright, alright. This was probably not my best chapter to date. But hey, after the last one, this was bound to be a little slower paced. The next one gets a little more interesting…I promise.

Sorry for driving you crazy Mechanical Butterfly. I posted this unedited version just for you. (And anyone else who thought I was taking too long to update.) And soon all your questions will be answered, but probably not out right. You'll just have to pay extra special attention in the next two chapters, okay.

And what's up with Doctor Tyler and her experiment? Nomi thought that she'd saw this thing somewhere before…Hmm. Any guesses?

Now, go ahead and review, even if you don't have anything nice to say.