Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The History of Kalika ❯ Lemonade ( Chapter 11 )

The History of Kalika

Author's Note:

*Sniffs the chapter* Hmm…is that lemon I smell?

Okay, I admit it. This story has been posted at AdultFanFiction.com and I have been a nun about the whole thing for the past 10 chapters. But fear not. I am remedying that with this chapter. He…He…Hmm…Doesn't that mean that I have to rate the fic NC-17 now?

Oh and by the way, I don't own Dragonball Z, some Japanese guy does.

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Lemonade (for lack of a better title)

"She's pissed."

Gohan eyed his childhood mentor closely.

"Wouldn't you be?" He asked.

"Hn." Was the former Demon King's indifferent reply.

Piccolo, Gohan and Goku were sitting in the grass some distance away from the Gravity Room, their sparring long since forgotten. Suddenly, the young professor's breath hitched as he felt the Prince's Ki level within raise dramatically. The other two did not seemed fazed in the least.

"She's stronger than I thought. " The Namekian said nonchalantly. "Although, I shouldn't be surprised."

"Hai ." Goku agreed. "Vegeta's really making progress with her."

There was some thing lying underneath the remark of Z senshi's leader, the Namek was sure of it. However, he decided to file it away for later consideration.

"We promised her that we'd bring them back." Gohan blurted suddenly.

Piccolo was not surprised by the sudden outburst. He had suspected the there was something on the Demi's mind since they had started training. It had been a month since Kalika had moved into Capsule Corp. A month since her parents were killed. Three weeks since she had begun training with the dangerous Saiyan Prince. And less than three hours since she had learned that the Namekians' Dragon had refused Goku and the others the use of the Dragonballs.

"You and your father would do well to stop making promises that you can not keep." Piccolo said without even turning to acknowledge the father in question.

"How were we supposed to know that the Namekian dragon would refuse? He never refuses." Goku said plucking blades of grass from the ground.

"We rely on them too much. The Namekians hardly ever use the Dragonballs and they belong to them. Prunga has saved the Earth plenty of times." The green warrior continued, his eyes still locked on the invincible Ki signal within the GR.

"He owes us no debt. Namek has its own troubles. Besides, the Earth has many cities. The humans will probably just rebuild and move on."

It pained the Namekian to say this to his Saiyan friends, but it had to be done. He understood the Son males' frustration. He had come to depend on the Dragonballs of Namek as much as anyone else. But the time had come when the Earth would have to solve its own troubles.

"But…" Gohan sputtered.

"And Kalika will live and get stronger, take her revenge…and understand." Piccolo maintained. "She is not the first to lose her parents unduly…she will not be the last."

The young teacher collapsed backward in the grass and heaved a large sigh, his furry appendage moving lazily in the grass beside him.

"I just don't think it's healthy. She spends too much time in there…with him."

Piccolo smirked at the tone and shook his head slightly. "Saiyans."

"It's just…she hardly even talks to me anymore." Gohan persisted. "I'm kinda worried about her."

"She's fine." Piccolo said with an odd looking grin.

Gohan just overlooked it and continued pouting.

"So, has Bulma made any progress with those tapes of hers?" The pointed eared alien asked.

"She says that the news teams got pretty good shots of Nomi. And Trunks has been running the image through every database he can hack into but they still haven't gotten a match." The college professor replied. "None of us have ever seen her before. So there is still no clue as to why she did this or who the hell this doctor she's working for is."

The young man unleashed a ragged sigh. "If Bulma can't find anything, it just about hopeless. I mean what in the world would Nomi need with our blood anyway?"

"The only thing we can do is prepare for her to show up again." Goku answered before Piccolo got the chance. "If I have learned anything about the bad guys over the years, it is that nothing is ever over this easily."

The wild haired Saiyan never broke his gaze at the Gravity Room when saying this. However, Piccolo had noted that the man's tail had uncoiled from around his waist and was snapping aggressively behind him. All the while sensing the slow elevation of the Goku's energy level. The green fighter had not been sure but he was fairly certain that he had heard a small growl escape from his one time rival's throat. Apparently Gohan had heard it too.

"Dad?" The One time crime fighter asked hesitantly.

"Goku?" The Former Demon King inquired.

But the sable haired man in question had already sprung to his feet and disappeared into thin air.

"Kami damned Instant Transmission!" Piccolo bellowed.

Gohan was set to ask what on Earth was going on but he some felt his father's clearly elevated Ki signal return…

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Steel green eyes focused on the tank before her. The creature was still there thankfully. But it had grown considerably. It was starting to look more and more humanoid with every passing week. But Nomi knew better, this thing was far from human.

It's once sunken in skin had filled out and stretched over imposing looking muscle. It looked to have doubled in height. Outside of the tank, the creature would be at least seven feet tall.

What was her mistress thinking recreating this thing? This…android. But oh no, this was definitely not the same android from all those years ago. This creature had been created with solely Saiyan DNA. The evidence of which was made plain by the creatures thick green tail and the head full of soon to be spiky green hair. Long gone was the green and black armor and black head piece, this creature was unique in its build but…Nomi knew in her black little heart that it was still that same ruthless creature that had been known to the world as…

"Cell." A slightly scratchy baritone boomed behind her. "How creative. I had wondered where he had disappeared to. Wonder why the good doctor didn't see fit to give me a new body?"

Nomi's hackles rose at the sound of the bothersome man's voice.

"Filthy Saiyan." She muttered under her breath.

"I heard that." The black haired Saiyan said in response.

"Of course you did."

The brawny Saiyan had been here for at least a month now and she had learned that thanks to his heightened Saiyan senses there was little that she could hide from him.

"Well?"

"Well what, Onna?" He asked.

Nomi could feel his breath tickling the back of her neck.

"What do you want, Raditz?" She spit the name venomously.

The newly revived Saiyan only laughed in reply. Nomi growled in her annoyance.

"Why do you hate us so much, Ningen?" He finally asked.

"What do you care barbarian?"

"Oh…you are a rude little bitch aren't you?" Raditz barked. "I don't really. Just making small talk."

"Hmm…well I don't really care to discuss it with you especially."

"What did I do to you?" The taller warrior pouted playfully.

"Your kind killed my family…Your kind destroyed my home, my city!" She snarled. "Put you shouldn't worry. You were good and dead by the time that happened."

"So you're pissed at Nappa and Vegeta?" Raditz smiled. "So that's why you're so obsessed with the Prince." The warrior once classified as third class muttered to himself.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that Nappa's not having the best time in Hell, but he does miss Vegeta terribly." He added with a hint of sarcasm.

"It will not be just the Prince that suffers." Nomi said as she approached the much larger male aggressively. "All of your vile species will pay."

She stomped out of the room in a huff. Raditz smiled to himself.

"Tease."

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It had been like this for the past three weeks. Wake up…Get breakfast…Find the Prince…Get her ass kicked. Some Saiyan she was. Strangely enough the Saiyan no Ouji had been very tolerant with his student. After every clock cleaning, he even took the time to help her off of the floor and make some forced remark on how she was improving. He was trying so hard with her, she knew it.

During her time here, Kalika had noticed how everyone seemed to keep their distance from the man. She couldn't really blame them; he was rather intimidating. It was a feat in of its self that she had built up enough courage to drag herself out of bed everyday just to do this.

Kalika had also noted how especially awful to Goku Vegeta was. She would often hear the Prince mumbling about how the Earth reared Saiyan had no pride and no sense of his heritage. These comments only served to trouble the young Saiyan further. It appeared to her that she had no sense of her heritage and apparently no pride at all either. Because at this very moment she was trying her damnedest to keep from breaking down into a quivering mess in front of the man that she had grown to look up to in the past three weeks. Her Prince.

She could barely even see anymore. All she could distinguish was a blur of blue and dark brown. Nevertheless she persevered. The Prince swung at her and luckily, she was able to dodge, but was caught by the following kick. She released a chocked sob and crumpled to the floor. Kalika stared with teary eyes at the blinding white of the Gravity Room floor. She would not dare look up into the eyes of her Sensei. Prince Vegeta had to be furious with her; crying like a child during their training session.

She screamed out her anger and frustration and charged forth with newfound determination. She unleashed a fury of blows all that the prince avoided damned near effortlessly. The side of her face was caught with a gentle (by Vegeta's standards) punch and she landed with a violent thud. She could feel the blood pooling in her mouth and she swallowed harshly.

The Prince could hear the girl's sniffling. He began seething with frustration. He growled low in his throat. Why did he even care anyway? This damned planet was making him soft.

She was female this was natural, even for a Saiyan. He gave in with a sigh and plopped down on the ground in front of her as regally as possible. He would not have bothered usually, but his was a special case. In some way he could understand how she felt. Her entire world, the only world she had ever known, her family and her city were gone. And there was no way to bring them back. He had experienced the same thing, at an even younger age. And while at the time, he had not fully understood, he had grown to comprehend the damage that something like that had the potential of doing to a person.

Case in point, him. At this exact moment he was struggling to find something that he could say to comfort the girl and was coming up completely empty. He had always been like this; unable to express any emotion but anger and pride…if you could even call pride an emotion.

He had known for some time that it was not entirely healthy, but it was all he knew. He stared at the young woman in front of him. Her shoulders shaking with suppressed tears. He was her Prince and he had already failed her once. He would not again.

He would train her. Make her strong so that she could take the vengeance that had once been denied him. He would teach her about her people and give her a reason to hold her head high again. He would show her that she was braver than she had ever known. She would be become everything that the Great Baka would never be…His…But first, he would do something; anything to get her through this…All this crying was becoming rather annoying.

Kalika knew that Vegeta was watching her. Sitting in front of her and judging her. And she was ashamed of her tears, her weakness. All of a sudden she felt his gloved hand under her chin as he raised her face to meet his. The russet skin of her visage was flushed red in embarrassment. The Pacific girl was suddenly very thankful that her long ebony bangs were obscuring half her face. She looked up through them, into his eyes expecting to find disappointment in those usually chilling dark orbs, and was surprised when she found the exact opposite. The Prince's shadowy brown eyes had grown softer and there seemed to be a hint of compassion lying in those depths.

The Prince never broke his gaze and said the only thing that felt right coming from his lips.

"She will pay for what she has done. We both will see to that."

Kalika smiled weakly. She knew what he had been trying to do and she silently thanked him for it. But it was then when her body noticed how close the two of them were. Just like in the forest those weeks ago, she felt her self get warm. Her body was still humming with the energy from their previous sparring. She could smell him just like she had before and she was just as afraid. However her body moved of its own accord. She felt her lips brush against his lightly; sighed in delight when he didn't pull away. She had secretly wanted to do this ever since their little discussion in the woods.

She opened her eyes; she hadn't realized she'd closed them. In response, Vegeta's eyebrows were scrunched in bewilderment. Almost instantly, that expression soon melted into something akin to amusement. A lecherous smirk appeared on the Ouji's face and Kalika's heart skipped a beat. He didn't say a word; he just grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him. Their lips met with bruising force. The Hawaiian girl gasped in surprise, allowing the Prince entrance into her mouth. The raven-haired Saiyan went limp instantaneously.

That wondrous smell that was all the Prince's. She could taste him. The copper hint of her own blood was not even to ruin this. His flavor was spicy like cinnamon. Kami, it was so good. She hungrily returned his kiss in hopes of experiencing even more. His tongue slid against hers and her muffled moans melted into a pleasure filled purr. The Prince was the one to end the coupling, much to the former college girl's dismay. The Hawaiian native watched in awe as the Prince licked her blood from his lips.

The Ouji considered what he had before him; the very last full-blooded Saiyan female in existence. Of course he had ever right to take her. He was the fucking Prince of all Saiyans. Naturally, he knew that it was the lust talking, his growing erection that was stealing all the blood from his brain. It didn't matter though; this would have happened eventually anyway…They were both Saiyans after all.

The girl's purring only intensified and her amber eyes were hooded with lust. At this moment she didn't care that she was weak. She didn't care that she was being needy; she just wanted to forget everything just once. She didn't have to hide what she was anymore. She was among …her people. Kalika's tail curled around her Prince's wrist and she looked at him with pleading eyes. The object of her desire's answering trill was all the invitation that she needed. Her grip on Vegeta's wrist tightened and before she knew it she was on her back, her breath soundly knocked out of her.

Vegeta clicked his tongue at the girl spread out underneath him. He was the one in control here, not her. He would have to teach her. A good mate did not go around thinking that she could tell her mate what to do…especially not her Prince. Kalika unraveled her tail from around Vegeta's wrist and smiled weakly. She had already gotten the response she had hoped for. Vegeta's newly passive student watched in fascination as the Prince pulled his hands free of those pristine white gloves with the aid of his teeth. She could see that his own tail had uncoiled from around his middle and was swaying teasingly behind him. All of her silent celebrating was brought to a stand still when she felt an ungloved hand slide purposely underneath her shirt. She purred her approval.

"This…" The Ouji said tugging roughly at her shirt. "Will most definitely have to go."

She couldn't have the Prince ripping up her shirt in his never-ending impatience. One of her favorites at that. It had 'Tastes Like Chicken' printed in bold letters across it. She loved that shirt. So she expertly relieved her self of the garment in question. The Saiyan Prince found himself oddly curious to find out for himself if her shirt was false advertising or not.

He cupped and kneaded her small breasts. Much smaller than Bulma's. But he had never been very picky when it came to these sorts of things. Besides, from what Vegeta could remember of his home planet most of the females had smaller breasts. It was the warrior genes in them. They did not need anything to hinder their performance in battle. Saiyan women were often small and sleek, able to move quickly through the slightest openings in combat. His young trainee was no exception.

She keened and arched into his touch. His surprisingly soft hands traced the line of her smooth belly…she was terribly small, even by human standard. His fingers curled into the waist of her training shorts. She sighed a happy little sigh and rose up off of the cold floor allowing the Prince to divest her of the thin shorts. And now there she was, laid out before the frustratingly still clothed Ouji, naked and shaking like a spastic puppy.

"No fair." She said with a mock pout.

Vegeta merely smirked in reply. He ran Ki warmed hands teasingly along her wide hips and thighs. Another memorized attribute of Saiyan woman, they almost always birthed children greater than ten pounds.

"Please." The raven-haired girl gasped as she reached out and grabbed for his training shirt.

"Very well," The Prince said through a smirk. "Since you asked so nicely."

Vegeta was soon stripped bare and Kalika simply smiled in appreciation. Her eyes took in the impressive length of her new lover. The brunette haired Saiyan was growing more and more impatient. Now was not the time for foreplay, he had been doing that for three weeks…well his version of it anyway. He grabbed his potential mate aggressively by her waist and pulled her down onto his throbbing erection. He received a surprised gasped in response and felt the instinctual rise of the girl's power level in hopes of accommodating to the new discomfort.

The Prince's beginning movements were slow and frustrating. It had been a long while since he had taken a lover and once this opportunity became apparent it had taken all of his will power not have stripped the girl naked and begin pounding mercilessly into her. He had proven that he would and could be patient and not mentally scar the Earth reared Saiyan girl. However she was Saiyan and capable of handling much rougher treatment…he would prove it to her.

Kalika felt herself pulled forcefully off the floor and place in her Prince's lap. He did this and not for one moment lost his momentum. Kalika wrapped powerful thighs around Vegeta's narrow waist and dug wickedly sharp nails into his back. Kami, it felt so good. She didn't care that he was probably bigger than anyone she had ever had and that she could smell her own blood between them. It didn't hurt that much, the pleasure her sensei was giving her was more than worth it. She muffled her strained cries in the crook of the Ouji's neck. She was surprised when he wove deceptively strong fingers in her waves of liquid midnight and pulled her head back roughly.

"You will not hold back! I want to hear you." Vegeta growled gruffly in her sensitive ear.

She whimpered in reply at first and soon experienced a sharp pain to the back of her head as it connected with the hard tiles of the GR's floor.

"Ahhh….Ve…Geta!!"

The prince growled louder and began thrusting more forcefully, earning a sharp cry from his young sparring partner.

"What was that?!"

He asked as he bit back a moan, his thrusts becoming more frenzied. He was truly the model of restraint. But he had yet to get the response he was aiming for. He lowered his mouth to one of soft breast, tracing a pert nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking it roughly. This caused the lithe female beneath him to dig her fingers into his chestnut spikes and tighten and shutter around him. Kami, she was so tight.

"Ahh…Prince…Prince Vegeta!!" She nearly screamed as she arched upward, finding her release.

The Ouji's face twisted into a large grin and he buried his face juncture of Kalika's neck. He was far from finished with his new playmate. He inhaled the scent of the girl's thick glossy hair…very Saiyan…and continued to thrust into her mindlessly. A much-suppressed moan escaped the Prince's lips and he in turn busied himself with sucking on the Hawaiian girl's neckline. He clinched his teeth in frustration.

He should claim her now. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. He nipped and sucked at the traditional spot on the girl's shoulder but there was something in the back of his head that was screaming 'No'. All further thoughts were ignored with a simple contraction of his young apprentice's inner walls.

"Fuck!" The Prince grunted out as he emptied into the girl beneath him.

Kalika gave a happy sigh and all was suddenly right with the world. The Prince however had not moved an inch. He was actually out of breath. This girl was becoming more and more interesting by the moment.

"Vegeta?" Kalika squeaked as she tried to get around coffee colored spikes of thick hair.

"Hn." Was the muted reply.

Vegeta's head suddenly snapped up and he rolled off of the Pacific Island girl abruptly.

"KAKAROT!!"

Kalika screamed in mixture of shock and embarrassment and scuttled off to collect her clothes. Goku merely stood there in with narrowed eyes, his chest heavily and his ebony tail lashing wildly behind him.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Kakarot?!" Vegeta roared, he was still as naked as the day he was born.

It was it as if some sort of light bulb went off in Goku's head, Kalika noticed as she finished redressing (a new record), because the big pervert's eyes went wide and his tail suddenly stilled.

"Vegeta…I…" Goku stammered as he realized what he had just done and the fact that the Saiyan Prince was still extremely naked.

It was also at this point that Kalika had wished that she knew Instant Transmission.

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Author's Note:

Dende, that was one of my favorite and one of my most hated chapters that have written to date! That's why it has taken so long for me to update.

Gah! I know that you guys are in an uproar about the Vegeta/Kalika lemon. *Sigh* I know, I know. It was so hard to write that lemon. I don't have much practice with them as it is. But I have a hard time seeing the Prince with anyone but Goku. But alas, it was part of the plot. It had to happen. Please, forgive and give the plot a chance to unravel.

As always, read and review. It keeps me writing the hard things and brings a smile to my face.

Oh and I promise there will be some Yaoi in the next chapter. Hmm…I wonder who that will be.

Thanks to Apasco, my kick ass beta.