Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The History of Kalika ❯ Peanut Butter ( Chapter 22 )

The History of Kalika

Author's Note:

Ah…another month, another chapter.

I don't own DBZ, cause I am a slacker.

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Peanut Butter (and other such nonsense)

This peanut butter thing was getting entirely out of hand. Three months. Three whole fucking months of nothing but peanut butter. What the hell was wrong with her?

She pouted as she stuck a sticky nut buttery finger in her mouth. Kalika looked around at her surroundings in dismay. She hadn't even had the willpower to wait until she left the pantry before diving in. And at this moment she was resting a bit uncomfortably on the cool concrete floor.

The young woman glanced down forlornly at her middle. It had gotten a lot bigger in the past months. She sighed wearily. If Chichi knew about this little habit of her's she'd have a fit. 

Suddenly, Kalika's ears perked up. She could hear someone coming down the hallway. Dammit! She knew she should have grabbed the shit and went back to her room.

"Please not the pantry. Please not the pantry." She mentally chanted over and over.

No such luck.

The door slid open and who did Kalika find standing there upon dragging her eyes from the floor in front of her.

"Oh…Hiyah, Kalika." The raven haired young man stammered. "I didn't expect to run into you here."

"Oh hey, Gohan." She said with a weak, embarrassed smile.

She looked around as she tried to come up with any excuse as to why she was in the position she was in.

"Uh…peanut butter?" She offered.

******

Okay. There was definitely something not quite right here. Water was dripping on the rug steadily but he didn't care. Goku was much more interested in the image looking back at him the mirror.

The black haired Saiyan turned left. He turned right. Hmm…yep, there was definitely something…wrong here.

So it would seem that all those supreme pizzas and late night taco fests were finally catching up to him. He poked himself with his index finger and gave a disappointed pout. That damned pouch he was developing was definitely going to have to go.

It wasn't that he was all that concerned with his physical appearance. Well, not that much. It was just that he was worried about what Vegeta would think.

He had always thought highly of the other man's opinions, even though he might not have seemed like he had. But now they were even more important to him. I mean, you're supposed to care what your mate thought, right? He had cared about what Chichi thought too. Maybe not as much as he cared about what Vegeta thought, but hey they were mates. He and Chichi had just been married.

And now here he was getting all soft and fat while his beloved mate was still all sleek and stunning.

Goku's pout had become even more pronounced.

Maybe he could go on a diet or something.

******

The neon orange puff was completely submerged in the creamy goodness contained in the jar.

"You know, Gohan." The Hawaiian girl said after popping the odd concoction into her mouth. "This is actually really good."

"I told you so." He replied. "But, I'm surprised you haven't tried it before having been a college student yourself."

"Who would have thought to dip cheese curls in peanut butter?" Kalika added.

The Demi just chuckled before turning to her and giving a ridiculous orange tinted smile. Kalika nearly choked on her mouthful.

******

An elegant yellow brow raised in amusement.

"So," She smirked. "This is what you call meditating?"

The green skinned fighter nearly keeled over in breathless shock. Eighteen had completely taken him by surprise. He had been caught red handed. The former android stalked up beside the burly Namek and cleared a path through the bushes so that she could get a better look at what had had him so fascinated.

"So lusting after my dimwitted brother I see." She said nonchalantly. "I should have known."

"I…uh…I don't know what you mean." Piccolo stammered, his face growing a darker shade of green.

The female tsked.

"Kami's made you soft, Piccolo." Eighteen chuckled.

Obsidian black orbs narrowed and sharp canines made themselves seen.

"Oh, Piccolo." The blonde chided. "There's no need for violence. I only came to check up on you two."

Her smirk had grown into a full on grin. "Besides, I think it's cute. You two would make and odd but understandable couple."

Piccolo's face blanched instantly.

"Eighteen…I…"

"Hey you two! What's the deal with spying on me?"

Seventeen had finally noticed that they were there. Although it would not have seemed possible Piccolo's eyes got even larger. Eighteen just chuckled and turned to her brother's direction.

"Don't be ridiculous." She replied. "Piccolo and I were just exchanging meditation techniques."

The dark haired android made his way to through the bushed into the small clearing. He addressed the two with raised brows.

"Since when have you had the need for meditation, sister?" He asked.

"Oh, it's never too late to start. Marron is a teenager now you know." She smiled playfully.

"Hmph…"

Seventeen turned back to the path he made.

"C'mon then. I suppose you want to squeeze us for more information that we don't have."

"Of course not, brother. I only came for a visit and to invite you…and Piccolo to dinner."

She turned to the Namekian and gave a quick wink. Seventeen turned around just in time to miss it completely.

******

The house was unusually quiet. Too quiet. Having been living in the same house with the big baka one for the past three months had left the almighty Prince of Saiyans a little wry of this new found silence.

Vegeta forgot all about the TV show he'd been watching and scanned his surroundings with narrowed eyes. It hadn't been too long ago that he's heard the shower running. But Kakarot wasn't known for taking long showers…well not unless he had company in there with him.

There was the sound of creaking wood and the prince was turned around in an instant. His knees dung into the cushions of the couch and his ungloved hands wrenched into the headrest. He checked for his mate's Ki and found none.

A feral grin spread across his face.

So…his baka wanted to play did he?

He did a summersault over the couch and landed soundlessly on his bare feet.

"Kakarot." He took specially care in rolling the 'r'. "You know you can't hide from me."

The brown haired Saiyan grinned wide. He didn't know what it was but he had been felling a bit odd lately. Not quite like himself. He had taken to his almost unheard of playful side a lot more lately. Maybe it was the house.

He had never been one to visit Kakarot before when he and his family had stayed here. Hell, it had taken quite a lot of convincing on the younger Saiyan's and even Chichi's part to persuade him to stay.

Vegeta winced slightly at a random image of the black haired harpy stretching out contentedly in his king sized bed. He shook it off immediately. Besides, it was much better sharing a bed with Kakarot then sleeping alone anyway. Or a least that's what he told himself most of the time.

"Kakarot." He called again.

This time he was answered with the most absurd and most un-Saiyanly giggling he'd ever heard. He shook his head in disgust at his mate as well at himself. He was actually enjoying their little game.

"Where are you hiding baka?"

"Nu-uh.You have to find me." Was the sickeningly giddy reply.

Well if that's the way he wanted to play it. It wasn't like Vegeta couldn't find him anyway in this hole in the wall. There were very few places that the Earth reared Saiyan could fit let alone hide.

That was something that he was going to have to get Bulma to remedy soon.

Not to mention the fact that a good majority of his as well as all of Kakarot's children and even the baka's grandchild lived right next door. Kami, they were even sharing a backyard. The design of the place had to have been all the harpy's idea.

******

They had been sitting here talking for almost an hour now. And who knows how long she had been here before he'd showed up. But he was smiling and laughing and have a wonderful time. She had that effect on him. When he was around her he didn't feel so tense all the time. He could just be silly and dumb and…Saiyan. Or what he guessed was Saiyan. It wasn't like he had much to base the assumption on. But it just felt natural.

Gohan watched her as she munched happily on her new found favorite snack. He was amazed by the fact that after all the things that had happened to her since they'd met that she still seemed to be the same young woman that so fascinated him almost 8 months ago.

Eight whole months; he hadn't even realized. This all started when he'd gone to Hawaii for that guest lecture. Gohan found himself wondering if he had never met Kalika how her life would have turned out.

Maybe Nomi would have never come. Maybe Kalika wouldn't have had to have come and stay in West City and leave everything she'd ever known behind. Maybe she wouldn't have become obsessed with getting revenge on the woman the killed her family. Maybe she wouldn't be sitting here with peanut butter and cheese puff dust on her face. Maybe if he had made a move on her when he had the chance she wouldn't be swollen with the Prince of Saiyans's child.

Maybe…

"You know," He blurted. "I never did congratulate you."

Amber colored eyes widened in confusion. "On what?"

"The baby." Gohan chuckled somewhat nervously. "You and Vegeta must be pretty excited."

Kalika looked down at her protruding middle and blushed badly.

"Uh…yeah." She smiled. "Well, I don't know about that. I don't think Geta gets excited about anything. Kaki's pretty interested though."

"Well, dad's always excited about a prospective sparing partner." The raven haired professor joked. "But, what about you. I mean…if you don't mind me asking."

"Me? Well I don't know really. It was all such a huge surprise." She smiled weakly. "I don't know. It is pretty different though. I would have never thought of it. Me a mom. It's so weird."

She looked up to see the strange expression on the Demi's face. Kalika wondered if she told him how she really felt about all of this what he would think of her. What she actually built up enough courage to tell him that she really wished that it had been his child she was carrying.

As much as the Island girl hated to admit to herself, she had been pleased to find out that Gohan and Videl had gotten divorced. Ever since their first meeting she'd been attracted to the college professor. But then things happened and her priorities changed. But even with every thing that she'd been through there wasn't a day that she wondered what he was doing.

Vegeta had just been there. Just as she had been for him. They didn't love each other. The baby was just the result of poor planning.

Not that she didn't want it.It was just that…

"Kalika…" Gohan said quietly. "There something that I really want to say, but my better judgment is telling me that it is extremely inappropriate."

Ebony brows scrunched together in query.

"Go…"

"I just now realized how much I missed talking with you." He said with weak smile. "And I just realized just how jealous I really am of Vegeta. (LIAR!) I mean I know you guys aren't together and everything but I just…"

"You know…" Kalika interrupted him. "I kinda feel really bad saying this…"

Gohan froze instantly. He'd expected to hear the worst from the sound of Kalika voice.

"But sometimes I kinda wish that this was your baby."

She was blushing so badly that she wouldn't have dared to look at him. She couldn't believe that she said that. It was so…Gods what did she expect him to say to that.

An entire minute had passed and Gohan had yet to respond to her declaration. She was getting nervous.

"I didn't mean to freak you out!" Kalika blurted. "It's just that Vegeta, he barely even talks to me and there's no telling what kind of father he's going to be…It's just I see you with Pan and I just thought that you…I don't know…I…I'm just sorry for saying something so stupid."

"…"

She started fidgeting. There was nothing she wanted more than to get out of this room. Had it always been this small? Gods why did she have to say something so stupid?!

"Well." Gohan finally said, a huge smile adorning his childlike face. "That was a little more than I was hoping for so soon, but I must say that I am extremely interested."

Kalika could not contain the face shattering grin she unleashed upon hearing Gohan's words. And she all but jumped across the room, tacking him and kissing him with all the passion she could muster.

What was wrong with her now a days? It had to be the hormones.

******

The Prince of Saiyans pressed himself firmly against the wall. He proceeded on his tip toes down the length of it. He was going to get Kakarot this time and even up the score. Some where in the back of his mind the theme to that stupid Earthling show, Mission Impossible was playing.

"What in HFIL is wrong with me?!" He thought. "I'm acting like a complete fool."

He figured it was because he was now mated to one. And the sad or glorious, however one choose to look at it, truth was that Saiyans mated for life. Not to mention that that life was quite a bit longer than the average human's. Meaning that Vegeta had many more wonderful years to act like a complete goof.

"What's the matter Geta?" Goku's voice echoed throughout the now seemingly much too large house. "Can't cha find me?"

"Shut up, Kakarot!" The prince yelled. "I don't need your help!"

He heard muffed snickering in replied and then there was nothing again. He growled low in his throat. The house was not big enough for him to be having this much trouble locating the younger Saiyan. This was getting ridiculous.

Now where was the baka hiding?

Vegeta stealthily eased open the door to what had once been Goten's room and peered inside. The sun was going down and the light that had made it through the window made the lightly colored room look ablaze with various shades of yellow, red and orange. Orange. He was actually starting to like the hideous color that his mate seemed to love so much. 

He noticed that the closet door wasn't quite closed. Not that it was cracked or anything. Amazingly Kakarot was much too smart for that. But with his keen eyesight the Prince could tell that the door wasn't closed completely. Either that or the frame was a bit off. None the less, it wouldn't hurt to give it a try right?

Oh, poor misguided fool…

Right before even one of his fingertips could even graze the door handle he found himself with a face full of the most hideously brown carpeting one could ever imagine and the weight of an overly excited male Saiyan nearly suffocating him.

And yes…emphasis on overly excited.

"Ha-ha! I win again!"

A fiery blush overtook the mighty Prince's visage and with the speed of a hyperactive gazelle he'd flipped his victorious mate over so that it was he that was on top. Though Vegeta position was short lived for he found himself back flat to the floor mere seconds later.

"Nu uh…I won. Not you." Goku grinned.

"Cheater." The diminutive prince dead panned.

"No. I followed the rules." Like there had actually been any. "And there isn't one that says that I can't hide on the ceiling.

"You'd have to use Ki to do it baka."

"Well not to stay there."

"A minor technicality."

"…"

The prince raised a bow.

"Fine." Goku conceded. "So we'll share the prize."

"Agreed." The Prince grinned.

"Hmm…" the younger Saiyan began with a lecherous grin. "Where are you hiding that prize?"

The spiky haired nymph proceeded to search his mate's pants for said prize and upon finding it his grin got even larger.

"There it is!"

Before Vegeta could comment on his mate's odd behavior he found that his erection (when had that gotten there) had been quickly surrounded by the moist heat of his lover's mouth. Kakarot had always been a quick study but the peculiarities of the man's behavior never ceased to amaze the Saiyan prince.

He sat up on his elbows (which were decidedly unreliable at the moment) so that he could get a better look. It was an interesting technique but hey it was getting the job done.

The brown haired prince bit back a moan and leaned back into the carpet. He canted his hips up in time with his mate motions and before he knew it he was already at the best part. Not that he couldn't last long if he'd wanted to…I mean he was the prince of Saiyans.

"Ka…Kakarot!' He growled out as he reached his peak.

After a moment or two to catch is breath. Hey, even princes have to do that after such exertion, he opened his eyes to see his raven haired mate licking his lips clean.

"See, we both won." Goku offered.

"Yeah…sure…whatever." Was the breathless reply.

The larger male then plopped down on the floor next to the prince and let out a contented smile.

"Geta." He interrupted the pleasant quiet a moment later.

"Hn…"

"I was wondering." Kakarot said sitting up on his elbows and trying his darnedest to look serious.

"Yes…"

"Would you still find me attractive…y'know…if maybe…y'know…I gained a few pounds?"

A raised brow was all he got in response.

"Geta!"

"So what, are you now some ningen woman or something?" Geta asked, utterly taken by surprise.

"No." Goku pouted.

"Well then why would you ask me such a ridiculous question?"

"I don't know." Goku said as he lay back down beside his prince.

If Goku had been a human female he would have been upset by the prince abrupt albeit rude reply. But he was and never would be, Kami willing. So he being Goku…was thoroughly relived and promptly forgot all about ever worrying about such a silly thing in the first place.

Poor misguided fool…

(A/N): Ha ha…finally got it done. Don't shoot me, though I have no idea when you'll see the next bit. School is sucking the life out of me but I will try me best. But I am getting a bit excited, I get to explore my characterizations of Piccolo and Seventeen, and I get to add some Krillin and Marron too. I'm hoping to get some Cell and Raditz in there and hopefully we will find out what Chichi has been up to.