Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The History of Kalika ❯ First Response ( Chapter 16 )

The History of Kalika

Author's Note:

Thanks to all the kind reviewers. I glad I got everyone's interests peeked about the new and improved Cell. He is such a hottie. Anyway, I got some warning for this chappie….

MPreg…and some ChiChi bashing. Hey it's all the Prince and he bashes everyone.

I don't own Dragonball Z but I do own the last volume of GT…it's so sad, I almost cried. *pouts*

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First Response…

Okay, you could say that he was a tad on edge, a little annoyed, slightly peeved. But what normal hot blooded Saiyan male wouldn't be? He had a perfectly healthy, young, vibrant mate and yet no banging of any kind had occurred in almost two months (Oh he knew for sure…he'd been counting). Well, of course at first he could barely keep the young scientist's hands off of him. And now all of a sudden Kazi had become some frigid women…well, he did all the cooking and cleaning so maybe he was the woman of the relationship.

This revelation was not helping matters. It only caused the Saiyan soldier to get even more displeased. His frown was proof of this irritation. He was definitely not the woman, well not in the bedroom, or where ever else they'd had sex, anyway.

Though, nowadays, Kazi wouldn't even come near him. They didn't even sleep in the same bed. The kid just spent all his time in his lab. Working, sleeping, and whatever the hell else he did in that damned room. This obviously was not acceptable. However, whenever Kilik tried to ask what the hell his problem was, (because of course, it was definitely Kazi that had the problem); he would just find a way to change the subject. This was not that difficult apparently, him being a genius and all.

Okay, so the lack of sex wasn't the only thing that Kilik had noticed that was a little strange and disturbing. Kazi hardly even ate anymore, well at least as far as Kilik could tell. He was the one that did the grocery shopping and all. All the junk food that he usually bought for the kid was still in their respective places. Odd that…when Kazi was working he usually ate like a Tamena-jin cow. And that was an awful lot.

Occasionally, Kilik would be blessed with the youthful Saiyan's presence from time to time. But nothing encouraging ever happened. Kazi would just grunt something. Grab a bottle of juice, or that crap Tamena-jin liked to refer to as juice, out of the fridge and retreat back to his lab.

That brought to mind another observation of Kilik's, that damned lab coat. Kazi had it on all the time. It was the middle of the Tamena-jin summer. It was at least 100 degrees most of the day. Not with standing the fact that it was covering up one of the kid's best qualities.

That sweet ass of his.

Besides, it was a dumb thing to have on in this kind of weather. I mean this was Tamanegi, the most humid planet in this part of the galaxy. Summers were best spent around here in the nude. Or with the least amount of clothes on possible, something the Tamena-jin women took to heart. This also did not help that fact that Kilik was in sex withdrawal either…he wasn't that picky…mind you.

Kilik sighed and shook the previous thoughts from his head. Now was not the time to be pouting about not getting any…for ridiculous periods of time. He had some good news for the Kid. News that he was quite positive would bring Kazi out of hiding.

The evil Ice-jin bastard of a Lizard Prince, Frieza was dead…or so many people had told him. And, judging by the account that the King of Tamanegi, it was pretty much official. Unfortunately or fortunately, he wasn't sure; the Wicked Bastard of the North Galaxy took a planet called Namek with him. Even in death the bastard was still blowing up planets.

The former army sergeant made his way into the house. Immediately the beads of sweat began to dry and become a clammy sticky layer on his skin. The air conditioning (a must for any Tamena-jin) was a welcome relief from the oppressive heat.

From the living room, Kilik could hear the shower running. An evil smile crept across the burly Saiyan's face. It would seem that Kazi had fled from his laboratory long enough to take a shower. Hmm…the possibilities. He had intended on going for a shower as soon as he'd gotten home anyway. It was just a pleasant coincidence that his lover was already in there.

He could see the blurred outline on the small scientist through the glass shower door. Yep, Kazi was definitely going to need some help washing all the hair of his. Kilik slid the door open and was greeted with a very surprised Dr. Kazi Ezco. The kid's eyes were the size of saucers, but Kilik wouldn't have noticed. He was much more interested in why the scientist's middle was protruding quite noticeably.

Kazi sighed audibly and followed his mate's gaze down to his rounded belly.

"Kazi…" Kilik began, eerily calm, never a good thing when his mate was concerned. "What the hell is that?"

The pointing was meant as emphasis Kazi surmised, but it really had only served to piss him off. He was not some freak show to be gawked at and prodded with inconsiderate fingers.

"That, my dear Kilik," Kazi answered. "Would be our child."

Kilik just looked up at his mate like he had grown a second head or something. The wide eyed stare was kinda cute at first, but it was getting old…fast.

Kazi just sighed and finished rinsing the shampoo from his hair. Continued on with his usual conditioning regime, glancing over only once to find his mate still standing there, half dressed, and staring at his stomach. He finished his shower quietly, turned off the water and walked passed his mate into the bedroom and proceeded to get dressed. Finally turning around to find his mate standing in the doorway of the bathroom, still staring at him in that same weird way.

Kazi sighed.

"Kilik," He said as patiently as he could muster. The overactive hormones were not helping much in this endeavor. "Are you going to say…anything?"

"…"

Another annoyed sigh.

"How?" the former army sergeant squeaked.

He squeaked. That was a first.

"Come. Sit." The smaller Saiyan ordered as he jumped up and sat in the middle of the bed.

Kilik obediently climbed into bed and sat in front of his mate. His eyes however instantly fell back onto the rather large belly which held, what Kazi had so graciously informed him, their child. He was so enthralled with the bulging middle (that was currently peaking from under the little scientist's shirt), that the hand underneath his chin that gently raised his view to his mate's handsome face had taken him by surprise.

"Let's start this off slow." The amber eyed man said as he finished tying his hair back. "You do know where babies come from, right?"

Kilik merely growled in response.

"Just checking."

"Of course, I know where babies come from." The large one finally spoke. A real sentence; would you look at that. "But it was my understanding that you were a guy, Kazi."

"This is true." Kazi said with a small grin. "But I am so much more."

The spiky haired Saiyan's eyes narrowed in irritation.

"Yeah?"

"Well, if you must blame someone, that would be my father." Kazi began. "He's the genius that decided the since Saiyan women were in such short supply that males should take on the responsibility of birthing children."

If Kilik's mouth had actually been detachable from his face it would have rolled off of the bed and been on the floor at this point.

"He invented a hormone serum that makes it possible for males to produce and carry babies." Kazi said looking down at his own rounded tummy. "I, apparently, was his first test subject."

"Hmm…Yeah, I figured as much." Kilik finally uttered.

Okay, Kilik had been well aware that the female population on Planet Vegeta had been steadily on the decline. It didn't seem to be such a big deal to most everyone. Because as was the rule, Saiyans mated with who ever they pleased. Be they male or female. But of course, there would have to be females if the race had any chance of survival.

But Kilik was a soldier; it wasn't his job to worry with things such as this. That was the job of the intellectuals. Kazi's father, being one of those intellectuals obviously took on the responsibility with much vigor; testing his genius breakthrough in Saiyan genetics on his one and only son.

"Well, the serum would only work on a Saiyan fetus." Kazi proceeded. "So of course my mom being pregnant and all, I seemed to be the best candidate."

Kilik was quiet for the first few minutes after that.

"A lot more Saiyan scientists offered their unborn sons up for the testing as well, once they heard about it. But it was years before there were any results."

"Why am I just hearing anything about this?" Kilik asked. It was obvious that he was in total shock.

"Well, no offense, but you were just a third class solider." Kazi said. "I mean, there were a few of the lower class scientists that knew about it. Hell, they even tested the serum on their kids too in hopes of extending their blood lines. But it wasn't something that was broadcast to everyone."

"Did your father tell you this?" Kilik said motioning to the protruding stomach.

"Yeah," Kazi said. "When I was old enough to understand."

"Well why didn't you tell me!"

Kazi cringed at the tone.

"Well I had actually thought that you would react worse than this." He said exhaustedly. "I know, I'm sorry and it was stupid. It's just…so weird."

Kazi looked down at his swollen belly. Kilik hesitantly placed one of his much larger hands on it and was pleased by the blush this caused on his mate's face.

"Well, it is…weird." The taller admitted. "But I'm still kind of pissed, Kazi. I mean *sigh* how pregnant are you?"

"Well, according to my calculations…about four months."

"Hell Kazi, I just about missed the whole thing!"

"No…not much. You wouldn't have enjoyed it anyway." Kazi tried to reason. "I was a real bitch."

"Hn." Kilik scoffed. "I notice that."

"Sorry. I was just sort of embarrassed." Kazi said his blush darkening. "I didn't know how you'd react to a pregnant guy."

"Well, what did you think I was going to do? Leave you?"

"…"

"Kazi?!"

And that's when it happened. Kazi's bottom lip started quivering; his eyes started to water and before Kilik could do anything about it, the small scientist burst into tears.

"Stop yelling at me! I already told you I was sorry!"

The younger of the two jumped off of the bed. The kid could still move even with all that extra belly. And ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.

"Kazi! I didn't mean to yell." Kilik said to the bathroom door. "I…I'm sorry! C'mon out of there!"

Kilik was at his wit's end. Oh he knew of Saiyan woman. Pregnant Saiyan women had mood swings the rivaled most natural disasters. It would seem that Kazi's genius father had those hormones of his down to a T. But Kazi was still a man, right? If he was right than he had just the thing to cheer his mate up.

"I got good news…" The elder man began. "Well it's almost as good as yours."

He could hear the sobbing reduce to sniffles in a matter of seconds.

"Guess what I found out today." Kilik continued hopefully.

"What?" was the muffled reply.

"You know that ass Frieza." Kilik began. "I just found out that he's dead. Yep, someone killed him…someone SAIYAN."

Kilik almost fell through the door, Kazi opened it so fast.

"What?!"

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Peace and quiet. Yep. Peace and absolute quiet. Not even a chirp or a squeak.

How the hell did they expect him to meditate like this!

Prince Vegeta fidgeted in his spot. It wasn't that he missed his last two remaining subjects; it was just that he had grown accustomed to them bothering him.

The girl didn't come by as much anymore when they weren't training. She seemed to value anytime she could get away from him. It wasn't like he cared anyway. Though, he was quite positive she didn't have a clue why all of a sudden she couldn't stand to be around him. Poor girl. She wasn't much different from Kakarot in that respect. Totally oblivious to her Saiyan nature.

Speaking of the baka one, his thoroughbred harpy of a wife had up and moved into Capsule Corp with not so much as a word to him about it. A whole week of listening to her screeching and moaning; the food was good though. It would seem that she had finally give up on the large one and left him. It was about time…but it wasn't like he cared away.

Speak of the devil. Kami damned instant transmission. He really was going to have to learn that stupid technique one day.

"Hiyah, Geta."

Oh something was up. That 'Hiyah, Geta' was just the slightest bit off.

"Why is it that the harpy is staying at Capsule Corp instead of with you…harping?" The Prince asked barely opening one eye to acknowledge Goku, but he did manage a small snicker at his little joke.

"Uh, yeah." Goku mumbled. "That's what I'd like to talk to you about."

This caused the Prince to open his eyes and instantly narrow them in suspicion.

"Nani?" He barked. "What would you need to talk to me about involving that beast woman?"

"Vegeta." Goku sighed.

Oh…the whole name…this was never a good sign.

"ChiChi is not a beast woman or a harpy." The spiky haired Saiyan began. "She's just a little…high strung. And I think this time she has a right to be."

The Prince hated to admit it, but he was slightly interested. In all the time he had known the Baka and his Banshee of a wife, the woman had never up and left the younger Saiyan no matter what stupid thing he'd done or said. This had to be good.

"What did you do?"

"Uh…"

Vegeta gave a ragged sigh and leaned back onto the tree behind him.

"You had to have done something, baka." The Prince ground out.

The taller Saiyan dropped on the ground on his knees and ending up in an odd sitting position. For the first time, the Prince took a good look at Kakarot. There were dark patches around his eyes. Those dark orbs seemed to have lost their former childlike virtue. The baka looked a tad paler than usual. He thick unruly spikes of hair were in a more untamed pattern and that annoyingly orange monstrosity he insisted on wearing all the time was a little more wrinkled than normal.

Vegeta didn't comment on his observations, he just looked back up at the miserable excuse for a Saiyan and waited expectantly.

"I don't know how to say this really." Goku mumbled.

"Just spit it out already." The Ouji snapped. "I do have other things that I'd planned on doing today."

"Oh yeah." He replied. "How is Kalika anyways?"

"Hn."

Oh now he was being an ass. He hadn't really expected that little remark to go unnoticed. Vegeta had heard the undertone of the comment. He had known for a long time that the overly large one had been jealous of the girl. Unfortunately, Kakarot just didn't recognize it as such. Maybe the harpy's time away from him had given him some much needed time to examine his pervious actions more closely.

"Well, are you going to answer my question…Kakarot?"

"It really sort of embarrassing," Goku said fidgeting briefly. "But I kind of said something…that I shouldn't have…when I…well, we were doing something…uh…private."

"We?"

"Me and ChiChi."

And before he could stop himself and huge grin burst forth from the Prince's face and his eyes lit up in a way that Goku had never had the privilege of seeing before.

"Please tell me you didn't!" He barked, trying in vain to hold back a laugh. "You did not call the harpy bitch the wrong name?!"

"Vegeta!" Goku tried. "It's not funny! I don't know what to do!"

The prince tried to compose himself. Besides, this was definitely not princely behavior. His subject needed his help…hey, why the hell did Kakarot need his help with this? It wasn't like he was Mister Sensitive anyway. He and the blue haired onna weren't even together anymore, if they were ever really together anyway. He was definitely not the one to go to for marriage advice.

Why didn't the baka seek out one of his friends, like the nose less one with the robot wife? Vegeta laughed at the idea on second thought. The monk probably wouldn't have been much help either. Eighteen probably would have killed the midget at the first utterance of another woman's name.

All that aside…What the hell?

"What makes you think that I could or even would help you?" Vegeta asked, once again reclining lazily against the tree.

"Well, it sorta because of you that ChiChi left." Goku said.

At this the brown haired prince did not immediately spring forward. He just narrowed his eyes in the other's direction. An evil grin crept across his face.

"So…" he began. "It finally came out, huh Kakarot." He said.

A violent blush scorched its way across Goku's pale features. That strange gravely sooth trait to the prince's voice was even more pronounced. It made the words that were stuck in Goku's throat vibrate and force their way out.

"I…well…it was your name." He said, chuckling nervously his hand instinctively going to the back his head.

"Really." Vegeta said uncharacteristically soft.

"Uh…yeah." Goku said shying away slightly. "I thought that you'd be upset with me Geta. ChiChi certainly was."

"Hn…but, I can't say that I blame her." Vegeta said a strange grin adorning his face.

"She really lost it Geta. She said that she was sick and tired of living in this farce of a marriage and that I should…that I should just…fuck you and get it over with."

The poor heartbroken Saiyan had struggled with the offending word. Though, he had noticed the glint that it had sparked in the prince's eyes.

"Is that so?" The brown eyed Prince crooned.

"Hai." Goku proceeded undaunted. "Uh, yeah, she thinks that I'm in love with you."

"How interesting."

"I told her about the dreams that I've been having…about you." The raven haired warrior continued. "She said that I had repressed…sexual desires toward you.

The prince raised an elegant brow at this admittance.

"Then she started going on about how she was tired of it, and of everything else, and how she was a good wife and how I never did anything but take her for granted, and that she was leaving me. I just don't know what to do!" Goku pouted.

"Oh Baka," Vegeta began. "You're Saiyan. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"Huh?"

"The minute I set foot on the planet the onna was in trouble." The smaller Saiyan said with a satisfied grin. "The fusion only helped to finally move things along."

Goku was thoroughly confused.

"I don't understand." He squeaked.

"How do I put this plainly?" The Prince said leaning closer to the younger male, this prompting Goku to go rigid with fear.

"You were mine from the moment we set sights on each other."

The Prince's chestnut tail curled around the wrist of his prophesized claim. He could see the change in the younger's eyes as the weight of the his last statement sunk in.

"Vegeta...I," Goku sputtered in frustration. "I'm…I just don't know what to do."

"Well a start would be shutting your idiot mouth and…"

Any further insults were squelched from the Prince's mouth by the crush that Goku had initiated between those and his own. The first kiss was light and soft. Like two human children who were experiencing this joyous act for the first time. Nice soft, sweet and gentle, not Saiyan in the very least, but it was nice in its own special way.

Goku pulled away just as quickly. His heart was pounding in his chest and face was blushing so badly he thought that he'd pass out. He touched quivering fingers to his lips and dazed tears threatened to spill from his eyes. He just sat there staring at the Saiyan Prince (who was just staring back with raised brows) waiting for something bad to happened.

"Oh…Vegeta…I'm…" The anxious Saiyan sputtered.

It was like the air had been knocked out of him when their lips met. Like an electric spark. He wasn't sure why he did; the only lame excuse he could think of was curiosity. Like when he was a kid and first decided to leave with Bulma in search for the Dragon Balls. Or maybe not something important like that. Maybe like the first time he took a swim in the river and wanted to know how long he could hold his breath. That had been fun but this was definitely better. Air didn't matter that much anyway. At this absolutely perfect moment he realized that nothing could ever be better than this.

Vegeta might not have noticed but Goku had been staring at the prince's lips ever since he gotten there. After those dreams, after everything that ChiChi had said. He'd begun to wonder what they would feel like pressed against his. He had never thought about kissing anybody, not even ChiChi and they had been married for years, and definitely not kissing another man. But lately he just couldn't stop thinking about the difficult prince. From the way ChiChi went on about it, maybe that wasn't such a good thing. But he didn't feel so bad about it; he just wished that his wife hadn't been so mean and loud about it.

Oddly enough, Vegeta didn't seem to mind. I mean he hadn't even said anything…yet.

"Baka…tease."

And before Goku could say anything in response he felt the Prince's gloved hand in the back of his head and his mouth was invaded by the smaller Saiyan's persistent tongue.

Well this was new. He and ChiChi had never done this. It definitely didn't feel wrong. In fact this way was even better. The prince actually tasted pretty good. He hadn't been expecting that. Oh, this was definitely much better than sparring.

It was over way too soon. Goku looked up disappointedly at his sweet smelling, great tasting prince, a purr erupting from his throat. When had he ended up on his back?

"Ahhhum!" Came a voice out of nowhere.

Goku nearly flipped Vegeta over backwards in his hast to get upright. The prince growled in annoyance.

"What do you want, girl!" Vegeta barked.

Yep, it was Kalika. He should have known. She had an odd way lately of ruining all of his fun. Since she'd gotten here she'd been taking all of the prince's attention, his sparring time. She was even ruining all of his perfectly good dreams. And now, just when he had finally found something fun that he and Vegeta could do together besides sparring, here she was…interrupting again.

She was standing there dressed in nothing but a tank top and a pair of training shorts. She did have very nice legs…No what the hell was he thinking! Vegeta's legs were way better. Unfortunately she was here holding that damned journal of hers that she'd been using to get all of the Prince's attention, frowning. Why the hell was she frowning? He should be the one frowning. He was the one whose wife had just left him. He was the one with the conflicting sexual feelings for another man. He was the one who's perfectly fun time with the Saiyan no Ouji had just gotten ruined by a whore with bad timing!

"Uh…Hiyah Kalika." Goku choked out.

She just grinned in the wild haired Saiyan's direction.

"Bitch."

"Sorry to interrupt, Goku…" The black haired girl smiled politely. "Why didn't you tell me, you ass?!" She said suddenly motioning to Vegeta.

To which the prince replied with a large sigh.

"Fine…woman! You're pregnant! Now if you wouldn't mind, Kakarot and I are busy."

Goku had never seen Kalika's eyes get so big. And he wasn't quite sure if he or the Hawaiian girl was more surprised.

"That…that wasn't what I was talking about." She squeaked.

"She's pregnant?!" Goku asked. "Gosh…I wonder why I didn't notice."

"Hormones." The Prince scoffed.

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Author's Note:

Okay, I know…that was a tad mean. But I was over the page count anyway. I also know that a few of you may be a bit confused. What the hell was Kalika talking about then, huh? That will be answered in the next chapter. Promise.

Oh, and there is some more Cell too…and Gohan…and Trunks and Goten…and ChiChi and Bulma…and maybe even Yamcha if I can fit him in.

Stop looking at me like that…go on…review. :)