The History of Kalika

Author's Note:

Wow…I got 78 reviews in total from everywhere I posted this. I am so krunk (excited)! Thanks you guys!

Oh and I don't own Dragonball Z…but with enough hair gel I shall soon have Goku's hairstyle….MUHAAHAAHAAHAAA!

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Saiyan Mating Habits

Lately, in his dreams there never were bloodthirsty, power hungry villains. There weren't even mean people. Everything was happy, everything was perfect. There were just his friends: Master Roshi, Krillin and Eighteen, Yamcha, Tien, Chaotzu, Bulma and her parents, Piccolo, and Trunks and Bra, his boys Goten and Gohan and even his granddaughter Pan. Sometimes even Seventeen, when he had time. They would usually be at a picnic or something with tons and tons of food. Ahh…those were great dreams.

But the best dreams were the one when he was sparring…with Vegeta. Now those dreams were the best. If there was one thing he loved more than food and parties it had to be sparring. The battles in his dreams were epic. In his, dreams he could really cut loose. And sometimes he was even allowed to stay around afterward. Vegeta would look at him with the same smirk that he'd been wearing from the day they'd first met.

The smirk that Goku had secretly loved so much. Though, he never really been sure why. The Prince would be standing there just radiating enough heat to be his own sun. They never spoke much in his dreams. There never really seemed to be a need. It was never difficult and frustrating. Not like in real life where when ever he was around the Prince he always found a way to embarrass himself by saying something utterly stupid. In his dreams he never over thought every thing that came out of his mouth. Why was it that in real life he was never that way around anyone else but the Prince? Every thing was just relaxed and easier.

After there marathon tussles, he and the Prince would sometimes spend quality time together in his subconscious's version the woods near Mount Paozu. They did things that Goku knew would never happen in the real world, so he treasured these dreams more than anything else. Sometimes they would fish; sometimes they would just do nothing. But then sometimes when they would…do…other things. Things that at first had troubled the larger Saiyan. But as these more mature dreams began to occur more and more often Goku had become accustomed to and even expectant of them.

Okay, so he had really been in the dark about the whole male/male intimacy thing. And when he had been abruptly exposed to it that time in the woods, via Kalika's dad's journal…well, that had been terribly embarrassing. Well, it wasn't like he had been informed about it ahead of time. Hell, he had even had to play it by ear on his honeymoon night with ChiChi. Luckily, the woman had been reading up on the matter before hand. That ChiChi, she was always reading up on something. Goku on the other hand was a man of instinct; he acted first and asked questions later. That could have ended up horribly in that case.

******

The eternally childlike Saiyan grinned and more drool pooled on the pillow. He stretched out his long legs and his toes curled in on themselves. He pale peach skin flushed, coloring the bridge of his nose a rosy shade. His long eyelashes fluttered. But he never opened his eyes. Wouldn't dare. Why would he…It was just getting to the good part.

******

Vegeta was the aggressor most of the time. There would be some awkward moment and then there he was staring at him with that same superior stare. But, there was always something different there, just behind the Prince's coffee colored gaze, something just... And then the damned smirk of his would grow into a grin and full one. And all of a sudden Goku would find himself on his back with the smaller Saiyan on top of him…smirking.

The Prince's small but powerful hand ripped the fabric of his trademark orange and blue Gi and soon wonderfully ungloved hands were burning paths up down his heaving chest. And before he knew it, those same hot little hands had found their way to the waistband of his pants and were now pulling them down with a little help on his part, of course. Vegeta's hands were now wrapped around one very impressive erection (if he said so himself). Vegeta had begun stroking the writhing Saiyan underneath him in slow, lazy movements. Goku was reduced to biting his bottom lip to bleeding in hopes of not crying out.

Why was this exactly?

And just as the heat had begun to coil in his belly and he could feel it… (It was right there just a little…)

"Hey there boys!" A familiar voice chirped

And Vegeta stopped and look up.

"Having fun?"

It was damned girl…Kalika! Damn her! With this little interruption, the Prince ceased all that wonderful attention he had been giving poor Goku and got up. He just laid there in utter disbelief. This could not be happening. The outraged Saiyan was forced to watch his Prince leave with that damned rude, interrupting…girl.

"Hey!" The taller Saiyan pouted. "What about me!"

******

A pair of big, black, slightly blood shot eyes sprung open instantly. A highly confused Saiyan male sat up in his bed and ran his hand through his spiky sleep mussed hair. Goku to a deep breath and came to his senses…and then growled.

This was the third time this week that he'd had this dream and it was definitely no fun. He looked underneath the covers to find himself hard as he's ever been. His angry face suddenly turn to one of despair.

"Chi!" he whined loudly.

******

It was a beautiful day. The birds were singing, the sun was shinning, and all was right with the world. Kalika had decided to take a day off her training with the mighty Prince of Saiyans. Thank Kami! After every session, lately, he was practically jumping her and ruining quite a few of her favorite shirts.

Okay, it had been kinda cute at first, but now it was getting kinda old. Damn that, all hail the Prince of Saiyans bullshit…That man could be a fucking annoying little shit sometimes. But, nope not today.

She'd even worn one of her favorites in celebration of the rare occasion: 'PARENTAL ADVISORY: EXPLICT CONTENT'. The raven-haired girl continued down the hall towards the stairwell, her tail swishing happily behind her. Today was the first day that she'd felt this good in long time.

"Hiyah Trunks." She said as she passed the lavender haired Demi. Who at the moment, was standing in the doorway of his bedroom running his hands through sleep tasseled hair.

Trunks stopped dead in his tracks. His eyelids drooped drastically and he was damned near drooling.

"What is that fantastic smell?"

He had been on his way to the kitchen for a snack, when he had smelt something that was even better than his grandma's world famous cakes. It started off smelling like milk and honey. A common smell but there was something else…something he couldn't quite place. He glanced in the direction of the retreating Saiyan whose tail was currently swaying through the air quite enticingly. He hadn't seen her around in a while. Kalika was looking especially good today. O. Kay. What in the hell was wrong with him today?

"Kalika?" Trunks purred…seductively?

The girl turned around slowly and stared at him with the strangest expression on her face.

"Trunks?" She was able to get the one word out before the purring began.

"What in the hell?"

"Trunks?"

The young prince's hand fell limply from his hair to his side, his narrowed blue eyes locking with the wide honeyed brown ones just a few feet away from him. A low rumbling erupted from his throat. It was like he was in some sort of trance and all reason had been thrown out the window.

"I like your shirt." He said through and huge feral grin.

"Uh…" She sounded so retarded purring and talking at the same time. "Thanks."

She was completely baffled by the look the young Demi Prince was giving her.

"Umm…Are you feeling okay, Trunks."

"Oh," He said that same far away look still in his eyes. "I'm feeling great."

"Now that was an extremely dorky thing to say." They both thought.

"What the hell is wrong with me!?" Trunks thought.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to apologize for his abnormal behavior the door at the other end of the hall swung open. It was his father's door. Humm…that was strange, his father was never in his room.

The spiky head of the Saiyan Prince peeped out into the hall and he sniffed the air experimentally. Vegeta's narrowed eyes instantly widened and he immediately locked eyes with his son. The following growl caused both of the young Saiyans to freeze on the spot. Kalika didn't even bother to turn around to see where the sound had come from. She knew that growl anywhere.

Trunks watching in stunned silence as Kalika was promptly lifted and slung over the shoulder of the Ouji and carried back toward the Prince's bedroom.

"Vegeta!" She screamed and kicked. "Put me down! You promised me the day off!"

From the opening in the door Trunks could see that his father had tossed the girl onto his bed and she immediately sprung up and went for the door. The purple haired boy smirked at the girl's doomed attempt at escape. There was no getting away from his father when he was dead set on something. He'd seen his mother fail at it plenty of times while growing up. His view of the humorous scene was brought to an end by the abrupt slamming of the door. Trunks just scratched his head and continued on his way to the kitchen in total disregard of his previous hormonal black out.

"This must be what happens when you start getting some on a regular basis."

He grinned in approval of the perfectly acceptable explanation and then started humming happily to himself to block out the sound of Kalika's outraged screaming in the background.

"VEGETA! That was a new shirt, you ass!"

******

How in the HIFL had he ended up on his hands and knees sneaking around in the bushes? I mean, what the hell…He was Son Gohan…a Super Saiyan. The same guy that had beaten Cell when he was only eleven years old. He didn't have to hide from anybody. What the hell was he doing crawling around on the ground like a mercenary? He was a 26 year old, conservative, straight-laced college professor. Exactly what his mother had wanted him to be. He should have more respect for himself. Dende…

This was all Piccolo's fault of course. He had been the one to teach him how to camouflage himself so well, even in broad daylight. Yep, it was Piccolo's fault. He wouldn't even be out here doing this if he'd thought he wouldn't be able to get away with it.

No, better yet, it was all Videl's fault. It was the third day in the University's Spring Vacation and he had only seen his wife once when she wasn't sleeping. She claimed that she was busy with a fundraiser or something for some museum exhibit.

Fundraiser, his monkey tailed ass. Sometimes, his wife's blatant disregard of his Saiyan heritage worked in the Demi's favor. Not even the most violently foul body wash could hide the scent of deceit.

Okay, so she was actually at a museum. But it was no ordinary museum. It was one of those outdoors…romantic museums…with an ancient Japanese samurai exhibit at that. Well…maybe it wasn't all that romantic but she didn't look like she was planning a fundraiser to him. There she was over by the sword exhibit smiling…and laughing. She never laughed at his jokes anymore. What the hell was so funny? I mean this guy looked even more boring that he did.

Dammit!

He made a mental note to get a haircut…Something trendy. He pushed his glasses back up on his nose. He made a mental note to go see the optometrist…Contacts were much trendier than dorky glass, right?

The dark haired Demi shuffled along in the grass. He looked down and grimaced at the squishy feeling of moisture seeping through his pants. He really had to cut this out. This was not how normal people behaved. Spying on there perfectly faithful wives at museum exhibits. Their perfectly faithful wives that had inched over into a secluded corner with the guy that looked entirely more boring then they were and had commenced to make out.

"What the fuck!" He said springing to his feet.

This of course caused everyone to turn around and stare at him and start mumbling idiot rich people things like "Well, I never!" and "Security!" Videl of course knew instantly where and who that rather loud obscenity had come from and was now staring at her husband with wide blue eyes.

"Gohan!" She shrieked. "What are you doing here?!"

The Demi Saiyan could not even grate out a response. He just growled. Loudly. His hair was flickering from black to gold and his eyes had already changed to a more menacing teal color. The one and only daughter of the infamous Mister Satan just stared. Her once indignant attitude quickly changed to one of absolute fear. She followed her husband's line of sight. He wasn't look at her at all; his eyes were focused on the man she was with. The man he had just caught her with. Videl swallowed hard and tried to breathe.

His head snapped around and he locked eyes with her. The museum fell absolutely silent. The only sound was that of the Saiyan's tail snapping angrily in the air behind him. The security guards had stopped instantly when they saw the state of the once mild mannered college professor. He was glowing gold and light and electricity crackled about him. The ground was even shaking. This was definitely not good. They weren't trained for this.

"Honey, please calm down." She squeaked.

A primal roar escaped Gohan's mouth. "Don't you dare tell me to calm down!" He screamed.

"Uh…si…sir…could you…um…please…" One of the visibly frightened security guards tried to say. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave!" He finally got out.

"Videl!" The boring looking man asked stuttering slightly. "Who… is this?"

"Her husband, you jackass!" Gohan barked at the man, who promptly proceed to piss himself. "How dare you even think about putting your hands on her?!"

The man just trembled and tripped over his feet, landing on his ass and whimpering.

"I didn't…She didn't…I didn't know she was married!" he sobbed.

"Gohan!" A familiar voice echoed throughout the area.

It was Piccolo; Gohan didn't even have to turn around to acknowledge the green man. The light and energy the Demi was producing instantly dissipated and he turned back to his wife with narrowed black eyes.

"I…Gohan…" Videl tried.

"I don't think that this is the place for this, Gohan." Piccolo offered.

Gohan just started at his wife with teary eyes.

"Seven years!" He said through gritted teeth. "You throw away seven years for this asshole!"

The accused woman did have a word to say in her defense. She just sighed in defeat. Her face was red in embarrassment and her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. All the blood in her body had accumulated in his head and she couldn't take it anymore.

"Ahhhh!" She screamed. "This is why! This is exactly why I turned to someone else. You're nothing but an animal Gohan! You're disgusting! All you ever want to do is fight. You never think to solve anything with something other than your fists. And you've turned my daughter into a monster just like you!"

Gohan face changed instantly, his tail stopped abruptly. His visage went pale and the tears that he had been trying so hard to hold back finally slipped free. He was in utter shock. Piccolo flinched slightly at the previous onslaught; he had been taken by surprise as well. The Namekian growled out his displeasure, but Gohan was at his side before he could even open his mouth.

"No, Piccolo." The Professor said suddenly calm.

The silence was deafening. All that could be heard was the sound of breathing. Everyone was scared to more an inch. Gohan and Videl just stared at one another. Years of friendship and marriage and this was really how it was ending. It didn't make any sense to the man. He always done everything she wanted. He'd given up fighting, well as much as was physically possible for a Saiyan. He settled down and packed away his Saiyaman costume for good. They had even started a family together. Not that he regretted his beloved daughter in the least. But…He had given up everything for her and this is how she repaid him. By making his feel like her was nothing but some freak of nature just because of what he'd been born. By betraying the vows that she'd insisted on them taking. It just didn't make any sense. Had he really been that wrong about her? He growled low in his throat in frustration.

"Videl, I think that you should have your things out of my house before I get back."

"Wha…" The woman said in shock.

"There is nothing else to say." Gohan interrupted her before she could say anything else.

In truth he did know what he would do if she had said anything else so hurtful.

"Pan is at Capsule Corp. so you won't have to worry with her." He finished.

The blue eyed lady's eyes narrowed in challenge. "Fine! I'll be at my father's."

"Andrew!" She screeched.

The boring looking man crawled up off the ground and trailed behind the retreating woman.

"Gohan?" Piccolo tried.

"I'm fine!" He barked.

The Demi Saiyan looked around at the stunned audience that he and his…wife had created. The looks of disgust and fear on their faces. Tears burned his eyes and threatened to leak out. Was that how his one and only love had always seen him? How had he not seen this in all these years? And if it was really true, why did she stay with him? Why did she have his child? Gohan had never been so confused in all of his life. Piccolo could practically feel the emotions churning inside of the younger man that was standing in front of him.

"Si…sir…" One of the security guard squeaked.

"BACK OFF!!" Piccolo bellowed.

The guard fell back on his ass. Gohan's head snapped up in response, his eyes were red and puffy.

"I think I should go." He said quietly.

Piccolo nodded.

And with those final words Gohan blasted off into the fading sky.

******

She watched him out of the corner of her eye. He was dancing. Not full on dancing…more like prancing. He was prancing. Prancing around the kitchen and there was no music playing. Her son, Trunks Vegeta Briefs, the boy who never danced let alone pranced, was hopping around her kitchen humming happily to himself. Well, he was fixing a rather large sandwich, but he did that all the time, definitely no reason for him to be prancing around her kitchen humming.

Well that was strange, it was only a week ago that her lavender haired son was mopping around the house and locking him self in his room listening to depressing music rather loudly.

"Well," Theblue eyed scientist thought. "That was until Goten came by."

Bulma knew that her son and Goten had always been close, but upon reaching their teenage years the boys had seemed to grow apart. Goten had become more focused on fighting while Trunks had strived to excel intellectually. He had become one of the best employees the blue haired woman had a Capsule Corp. Though, he was only technically a part time employee.

Oddly enough though, the youngest Son had been spending an awful lot of time with her child. Mostly up in the teen's room with loud, not so depressing music playing. They were fools if they thought that she didn't know what they had been up to. (The excess number of dirty sheets in the laundry had been an indication as well.) She had been a teenager once. And in all honesty she was happy for them. However, she was even happier that Trunks was no longer dating that stuck up bitch girl Ollie. She smiled in delight. Ol' Ollie had always hated her given nickname.

"My name is Olivia!" Bulma could just hear the girl's whinny voice in her head.

So what if her son was dating his best friend who just happened to be a boy. She knew that it was only natural. Something she had learned the hard way. Saiyans had to be with their own kind. Either that, or they'd drive the one they were with absolutely crazy.

Just as she'd finished the thought her dear son lifted his head up from his insanely large sandwich and spoke with a mouthful…

"ChiChi and Goten are here." He said with a messy smile.

She was used to this by now. Decades of experience with Saiyans. Their hearing and sense of smell were impeccable. She was about to comment on this when her back door flung open and there stood Son Goten with an armful of bags.

"Goten?" Trunks said surprised. "What's with all the bags? I thought you were only staying for the weekend.

The lavender haired Demi walked over to his 'friend' and that's when he noticed the pained expression on his face.

"They aren't my bags." Goten said gritting his teeth. "They're mom's."

"That's right!" ChiChi said bursting into the kitchen all red faced and heaving, and lugging even more bags." I've finally done it…I finally left Goku!"

******

The squirming girl grabbed for one of the pillows on the Prince's bed and buried her face into it. When that hadn't worked, she threw it aside, knocking over a lamp and grabbed at the top of the mattress and held on for dear life.

"Ahhhh…fuck!" Kalika said through gritted teeth. "Ahhhh…Vegeta!"

The stubborn male had ignored the fact that with every one of his harried thrusts, the Saiyan girl's head was banging rather loudly against the headboard. She'd bitten her lip twice. He had also overlooked the fact that he was surely leaving finger shaped bruises from his death grip on her hips. She knew that by the end of this, she would be bruised from head to toe.

The Hawaiian girl's eyes went wide in shock. She could feel the Prince's hot mouth on her back. And then something warm and wet traced up the length of her spine.

"Now that was nice."

"Oow…you fucker." She gasped. "I hate you!"

She could practically feel him grinning against her back. And just as suddenly, to her surprise, the pleasant feeling was abruptly replaced with pain as the bastard Prince yanked her head back with a sharp thug of her hair.

"Ahhhh…Ouch!" She screamed. "You fucking bastard! That hurts!"

She growled when she heard the sound of the Ouji chuckle behind her.

"What's the matter?" Vegeta snickered. "You weren't complaining a few minutes ago."

She got even more pissed at the Prince because he was right. Yeah, at first she had been a little put off by the fact that the Ouji thought that he could just grab her and hoist her over his shoulder, sling her over the bed, rip off her clothes (ruining a perfectly good T-shirt by the way), stick his fingers in her (which never failed to turn her to mush), and have his wicked way with her whenever he wanted, but then again that was before the first orgasm. But now after flipping her into one of his favored positions, she wasn't having that much fun anymore.

"Ahhhh!"

Hold up. Take that back.

That last push had hit the spot perfectly. She just about ripped a hole in the mattress arching up on all fours…Opps…she did rip a hole in the mattress. Ah well, Vegeta could just ask the blue haired lady for another one. She sighed happily as she gave up fighting it all together.

From then on, there was nothing but the sound of the headboard banging against the wall, the Prince's deep-throated grunts and Kalika whimpering helplessly.

"Nuuugh…ah…fuck!" that was the Prince this time.

Kalika smiled into the pillow in triumph and promptly collapsed into the bed with the Prince landing on top of her.

"Get off of me." She said, trying her best to sound intimidating but the muffling of the pillow wasn't helping much.

Vegeta just grinned evilly and said… "That's what you get for walking around here smelling so good."

"Whatever." She said breathlessly.

There was a minute or two of silence before it was broken by the Pacific girl spitting out some of her hair.

"Why do we keep doing this?" Kalika asked, suddenly quite serious.

"Hn."

"No…seriously, Vegeta!" The girl said pushing the Prince off of her.

Vegeta just rolled over and stared up at the ceiling.

"You damned perv!" Kalika moaned. "I let you fuck me whenever you want…though I am not saying that it isn't fun…but we both know that that is all this is…fucking."

"So…" He replied stubbornly.

"So…" The raven-haired girl continued. "Why do we keep doing this when it is ridiculously obvious that you…care…for Kakarot?"

The abrupt shifting of the bed surprised Kalika and she leaned up only to find that the Prince was already half dressed and heading for the door.

"Vegeta?" The brown-eyed girl asked.

The Ouji halted his sudden departure and turned around to face the girl. And just as she was about to open her mouth to ask another pointless question, he interrupted her.

"Do you wish to renege on our deal, girl?" He said simply.

"Uh…no…" she sputtered, utterly confused. "But what does that have to do with…"

But, of course the temperamental Prince was already gone. Why did she even bother? Kalika sighed and took stock of her poor state and proceeded to limp toward the bathroom.

"Ugh…I am definitely going to be sore in the morning."

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Author's Note:

I will not take so long to write the next chappie I promise. I'm actually going to start on it now. And as always review and tell me what you think…or just cuss me out for taking so long. He He.