Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The History of Kalika ❯ The Ouji and the On'na no ko ( Chapter 9 )

The History of Kalika

Author's Note:

Hi there, faithful readers. Sorry this one is a bit late…I had an ass load of papers due last week. Sometimes studying Journalism really sucks. Anyway, does anyone have any guesses as to what's up with Doctor Tyler's little specimen? My beloved beta, Apasco got it right on the first try. You guys aren't gonna let him beat ya, are you?

Oh, and I don't own Dragonball Z cause if I did Yamcha would not have turned out to be such an ass and Krillin would have been taken care of a long time ago. *snickers uncontrollably*

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The Ouji and the On'na no ko

After having succeeded in escaping the nagging giddiness of Kakarot, Vegeta retreated to the only place that he could get peace and quiet. His new private meditation spot. He had pushed down his Ki level to barely anything in hopes of it staying his new private meditating spot. He also did his best to try and sustain a mental block, to keep the Baka out of his head. It seemed to be going well, for now anyway. The Prince had barely begun to reach the outskirts of total tranquility when he heard a rustling in the surrounding brush. He cracked open an eye. The tip of his very Saiyan nose twitched ever so slightly. A smell that had recently been added to his vast catalogue of 'people odors' was quickly identified. A small smirk appeared on the Royal's face. It was wholesomely fresh with the slightest hint of sweetness. Milk and honey; it was the girl.

"If you were trying to surprise me on'na no ko (1), you have failed miserably." He said with a tone that practically dripped with amusement.

The Hawaiian girl simply emerged from the bushes and came towards the prince. Vegeta in response opened his eyes completely. He hadn't sensed her Ki of course because of her damned bracelet.

The Ouji exhaled loudly and raised a chestnut colored brow in question. Kalika merely stared back at him, saying nothing. She was clutching a leather bound book tightly to her chest.

"Well?" Vegeta asked.

Kalika was a bit unnerved. She was starting to regret even coming out here. There was just something about the man that built a pit in the bottom of her stomach; made her anxious just to be around him. She didn't understand it. The first day that she'd even saw the guy she'd hugged him and held on for dear life. But it had been different from that day on. There was just something about him that made her uneasy. She took a deep breath to try and calm her nerves.

The Prince's smirk got even bigger. The girl was nervous. Good.

"I…" Kalika tried but the Prince cut her off.

"How did you find me?" He asked as he got to his feet.

"Uh…" She stuttered. "Goku…Kakarot…" She had noticed that the prince had preferred to call the younger man by his Saiyan name. "He…he told me where you were."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed and he unleashed a low growl.

"Bastard." He snarled.

What did he have to do to get away from the jackass anyway? The prince composed himself and stepped closer to the apprehensive girl. The two were so close now that Kalika could feel the Prince's warm breath on her face. This was not good.

Kalika's honey colored eyes got wider and she took a step backward only to be followed by the Prince. "It wasn't his fault…I…I asked him to tell me." She said hurriedly.

Vegeta only stared back at her in mild amusement. She really was afraid of him. He found that funny after the way she had run into that fight with those annoying robots and the bitch onna with what seemed like little to no 'real' training what so ever. Maybe he would have to remedy that sooner or later. Besides, before he would even consider taking her for his next mate she would have to get her act together. But, first things first, she had interrupted his meditation and she had better have a damned good reason for it.

Kalika cleared her throat nervously as Vegeta's breath continued to caress her flushed face. The man was but a few inches taller than her, not counting his gravity defying hair. But she was only 5'1", to her credit. The fidgeting kaikamahine (2) pushed a long strain of her charcoal colored hair from her face only to have the mass reclaim in previous position. She should have tied it back but she was in such a hurry…

"I…" She dared to look into the man's eyes. "I found this." She said gesturing to the book she was holding.

Vegeta just smirked and continued staring at the girl intently.

"And what is this?" He asked.

"A journal." She answered softly. "It was my father's. My real father's."

The Prince stepped a back a few paces to give the girl room to breathe. She looked as if she would pass out at any moment. Well, maybe it wasn't fear. He smiled to himself, he had always had that effect on Earth woman. And even thought, technically, Kalika was not of this planet it was all the poor girl had ever known. What a waste. She was a fine specimen of female Saiyan…ness. Well, from what the Prince could remember of them of course. He had been only 6 years old when his planet had been blown to bits.

Seeing that the Prince hadn't seemed interested in Kalika's admission the small girl tried a different approach.

"It was in the box that the insurance company sent me." The girl's eyes misted over suddenly but she composed herself quickly and continued. "My adopted parents wanted me to have it if something had ever happened to them. I am assuming that they knew all along what I was…because I guess they didn't want to be around when I got it."

"It's in Saiyan then?"

"Huh?"

Kalika's babbling was interrupted by Vegeta's sudden question.

"The journal…It's written in Saiyan and you want me to translate it for you, right?"

"Oh…" She replied breathlessly. "Yes, well I suppose that's what it is. I was hoping that you knew it, because Goku…er…Kakarot…He said he didn't. He told me about how he was sent to Earth as a baby and he hit his head and forgot everything…I think growing up in the mountains would have been pretty cool…but the part about him accidentally killing his Grandpa was sad. I sure am glad my real parents were smart enough to give me this bracelet."

Vegeta listened to the girl rattle on and on in silent amusement. She was blushing fiercely and he could detect the sharp scent of her perspiration. It was cute the way she was so nervous around him. She should be. The poor girl had never been with another of her kind much less a male; definitely not one as worthy as him.

Though, she spent a lot of time with Gohan, but he was a hanyou (3); a mated one at that. He was off limits in her mind of course. Not even a consideration in her book. The Prince was sure she didn't know why exactly.

It was her Saiyan heritage that prevented her from seeing him as more. Saiyan females had too much pride to go sniffing around someone else's mate. It just was not done. It went against their nature. Now ,male Saiyans…that was a completely different story. None of that mattered anyway really, because Vegeta knew that Gohan would never cheat on his mate. He was all too human in that respect.

But Kalika on the other hand, was not mated and neither was the Prince. And since it looked like she would be around for a while and Kakarot was playing the fool (as always)…Why not?

"So," The cunning Prince began, his voice low and husky. "If I were to translate this journal for you…what would I get in return?"

Kalika was shocked by the sudden predatory gleam in the Prince's eyes. Well, he seemed to always have a sort of predatory way about him, but it was the first time it had been directed at her in particular. Was he actually coming on to her? She felt her heart beating almost in her throat. Why was she so nervous? She had been approached by guys before.

But this was different. Her body was reacting to the older man, even thought she didn't understand why. The Prince was handsome in his own way, she supposed. He did have that bad boy thing working overtime. But…It had to be a Saiyan thing, right?

She was around Gohan all the time and it was never like this. She felt her face getting even hotter than it had before and all of a sudden she felt something firm up behind her and she jumped. She checked behind her, it was a tree. She had backed all the way up to a tree. She hadn't even felt herself moving.

This was so embarrassing. And now the Prince was near again, breathing his warm breath on to her, emanating the loveliest smell that she had ever experienced. Her eye lids drooped and she sighed dreamily. Her arms went lax at her sides and she dropped the book she'd been carrying.

Vegeta smiled when he heard her start to purr. Almost laughed when her eyes shot open when she realized that it was her that had produced the sound. And actually did chuckle when the Hawaiian girl tried to burrow into the tree.

Kalika closed her eyes in disgust with herself. When she reopened them she found herself still face to face with the Prince. So close now that she could make out the small freckles that he had on the bridge of his nose and underneath his eyes. His eyes…he had the most hypnotizing chocolate brown eyes. She sighed absentmindedly.

"What do you want?" She finally asked, her voice a little more breathless than she would have liked.

The Ouji knew that the girl was attempting to sound confident, but he couldn't help but notice the delightful scent of her arousal. He could take her now if he wanted to, with out nary a protest from her. But where would be the fun in that?

"I want…" The Prince let the words hang in the air briefly. "To train you. Not that idiot Kakarot."

Kalika nearly collapsed in surprise.

"That was it. After all this…all he wants is to train me? Well, of course he did…I really have to get my mind out of the gutter."

"Train me?" She squeaked.

"Yes." Vegeta replied calmly. "Do you agree to my terms?"

"Uh…yes…I guess so."

Kalika's visage brightened slightly. I mean Vegeta was the Prince of all Saiyans. He looked to be pretty tough and she remembered all the things that Gohan had told her about him. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. She could learn a lot from the man.

"Good." His raspy voice held a hint of seduction.

And with that the Prince leaned down and…Kalika could feel the man's hair trace down her bare midriff and across her arms. She shivered at the sensation. His flame of chestnut colored hair was surprisingly soft. Vegeta in turn smirked knowingly as he felt the girl shiver against him. He was once again eye level with the girl and he had to do his damnedest not to show his amusement.

"I…" She tried.

"Here." Vegeta said attempting to hand her the book. "You dropped this."

The disconnected girl didn't even bother to reach for the object in question. She just stared at the Prince in a daze.

"You translate the journal and I let you train me, right?" she repeated distractedly.

Vegeta looked at the young woman with an air of sympathy. This was going to be all too easy.

"Yes." He replied as he turned to walk away, book firmly in hand. "But…I didn't say in what."

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Bulma Briefs turned her knobs and flicked her switches…and still nothing. The blunette scientist unleashed a string of curses in Japanese…and still nothing. She just did not understand. It had been less than a month ago when she'd last checked the location of the Dragonballs and now there was nary a bleep on her Dragon radar. This could mean only one thing. Either someone had already made a wish on the fabled orbs and they had gone in to hibernation for an entire year. Or her precious Dragon radar was busted.

"This doesn't make any sense, Trunks." She said in frustration. "Who could have done this? Who could have found all of the Dragonballs in less than a month's time?"

The lavender haired Demi just stared at his mother in reply. Hell, if he knew.

"Okay, mom, just calm down." He said finally. "Maybe, something is wrong with the radar. When's the last time you did any work on it?"

"Look, dear, I built this thing when I was sixteen years old," Bulma said in annoyance. "I think that I would know if something was wrong with it."

Trunks just stared in disbelief. "Fine, mom, so nothing's wrong with it." He resigned. "But if that is the case, than we might just be in a shit load of trouble."

Before, the blue haired genius could protest to her teenage son's use of profanity…

"So we're in a shit load of trouble…again?"

Mother and son turned to see Goten and his father standing in the door way. Trunks smiled at his friend's sudden outburst. Goku just turned to the side briefly to regard his youngest then proceeded to ask Bulma what the problem was.

"What do you mean the Dragonballs aren't there?" Goten asked.

"They aren't there, Go-ten." Trunks re-informed his best friend.

"But if they're not there than that means that someone used them already." Goku concluded.

"And if that is the case, don't you have some kind of alert system that tells you when they're being moved, Bulma?" the black haired teen asked.

"I…" The blue eyed woman faltered. "I hadn't used it in so long."

She walked over to the machine in question and pressed a green button and then sighed heavily.

"It was off."

The three males nearly fell over in shock.

"Now what are we gonna do!?" Goku whined. "We promised that we could bring Kalika's parents back. Now it'll be a whole 'nother year!"

"And if it's over a year we won't be able to bring them back." Trunks interjected.

"I think you guys are missing the big picture here." Bulma began. "Who in HFIL could have found all those Dragonballs in less than month? And since they are now nowhere to be found, what wish did they make?"

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Author's Note:

(1). On'na no ko: According to my English-Japanese dictionary it means girl. But even that could be wrong.

(2). Kaikamahine: According to my English-Hawaiian dictionary it means girl.

(3). Hanyou: I found this one around, couldn't find it in my dictionary. I figured it might be anime slang or something. It's meant to mean half-breed though.

I don't know for certain the rules of the Dragonballs, so I decided to make up my own. More of them will be brought up as the story goes. And no, I did not forget about the Namekian Dragonballs of course, I have a clever scheme for those too. Well, I at least think that it's clever.

I didn't meet my page limit. I had to stop here. I didn't have enough space left for another scene. Well, not the next one anyway, it's pretty long. Sorry.