Past To future

“I wonder what is taking them so long out there…” Bulma said, setting down the last of twelve HUGE plates filled with pancakes “It isn’t like Goku to miss out on food like this…maybe I should go check on them…”

“Wouldn’t do that if I were you…libel to get killed.” Napa grunted in-between huge, dripping bites of pancakes and syrup. “What are these things, they’re good…Raditzu, you’re going to learn how to make these.”

Raditzu sighed, picking at his food. “I thought Vegeta would have more control over himself than this…” He mumbled, eyes sliding to their hostess who had just sat down with a cup of steaming liquid. “What’s that?”

“Oh, I forgot to offer you some! Would you like some tea Raditzu?” Bulma said, about to stand up again.

“No,” Raditzu quickly said, pushing the blue haired scientist to sit back in her chair. “I’m fine. I was just curious. I’ve never smelt anything like that before.”

“Oh, yes…that’s right, I remember now. Your sense of smell is sharper than ours, right? And you use your heightened sense of smell to communicate through scents right? That reminds me….I’m sorry for Yamucha…and I’m sorry for the way I acted when we first met, by the way…totally uncalled for…I know. I’d been drinking.” She said, blushing bright red, “A girl had offered me a few drinks at the bar after the lecture…I couldn’t refuse…she was kinda cute…”

“I am sure you’re sorry for what ever happened before, but I don’t know WHAT you’re talking about…and I don’t feel up to listening to you.” Raditzu said, pushing away from the table.

“Feeling sick again?” Napa asked, watching his mate with a careful eye.

“Nauseated, more like it.” He grumbled, “Do I HAVE to eat?”

“YES.” Napa said firmly, “Now eat, don’t make me force feed you.”

“What a different culture you must come from…the way you spoke to me Raditzu, that is considered rude. But…it must be normal from where you come from…you all seem to talk to each other like that.“ Bulma sighed. “What is keeping those two?” Before she could get up from the table again, the door slammed open and Goku came walking in, followed by Vegeta. Both of their faces were flushed, and they looked dazed and slightly hot under the color.

“Oh WOW!” Goku exclaimed, rushing to the table he sat down, grabbing a fork and digging in without another word.

Vegeta sat next to his mate, looking at the silver utensil Bulma held out to him. “Help yourself…I’m just going to drink my tea and have a croissant.” Bulma said.

“N-NO.” He exclaimed, slapping the fork away. Goku’s eyes were on him instantly, scowling at him. “I…uh…do you have a spoon or something else? I…don’t like forks.”

“You’ve got those chopsticks, right?” Goku said suddenly, “Get him those.” Goku reached over and ran a hand through Vegeta’s mussed spikes, a sad look in his eyes.

“Jeez…I wasn’t going to STAB you with it or anything…” Bulma muttered, getting up from her chair to fetch what Goku had asked for.

“Bulma, that isn’t funny.” Goku said, scooting his chair closer to Vegeta so he could put his arm around his mate’s waist. “Its okay, Vegeta. I’m right here.”

Vegeta had begun to shiver, his eyes wide and unseeing as his mind wondered off to the vivid nightmare land that lurked just under the surface of conscious thought.

Raditzu turned his sharp black eyes on Bulma. “He WAS stabbed by a fork once…don’t make light of his fears or I will make you wish you’d never taken your first breath after birth.”

Bulma froze where she stood, half way back to the kitchen table. “O-okay.” She said, handing Goku the chopsticks. “I’m sorry…I never knew…don’t see many people on Earth who’re afraid of a simple fork.”

“I’M NOT AFRAID!” Vegeta snapped, his tail coming unfurled from around his waist, snapping at the air behind him to show his agitation.

“Shhhh,” Goku purred, holding a large bite of pancake he had speared on a stick. “Eat…you need your strength for tonight.”

The prince’s face bled a subtle shade of pink and Raditzu and Napa laughed, whooping their approval. “Baka,” Vegeta growled, snatching the stick from out of Goku’s hand. “I can feed myself…thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome.” He beamed, scooting back before his nearly untouched stack of pancakes. Grabing his fork once more, he began to wolf them down faster than Napa had.

Bulma sat back, watching the Saiyans eat, surprised at the amount of food that had already disappeared. She had expected to have leftovers, lots of them, but they were already polishing off the crumbs, even Raditzu, who didn’t look well at all had eaten a substantial amount of food. The tall, bald Siayan was even asking for seconds. Bulma obliged her guests and brought more food to the table.

“What is your race called?” Bulma asked suddenly, she found herself becoming quite interested in Goku and the others.

“Hmm?” Goku looked up at his friend, crumbs surrounding his mouth, syrup running down his chin from one corner of his mouth. “Oh? Saiyajin, from the planet Vegeta Sei.” His attention had been and still was, absorbed in the last bites of his food.

Vegeta snorted, “You made a mess out of yourself, baka!” He pushed his empty plate away, leaning over towards the Earth raised Saiyan. “Let me clean you up.”

Bulma’s jaw dropped.

The prince slowly lapped at his mate’s lips and chin, purring. Bulma watched with a great deal of amusement. Raditzu and Napa didn’t even seem to notice, they were staring at each other as if they were reading each other’s mind or something. Clearing her throat, she caught their attention, “Are you ready Raditzu?” She asked. Standing, she began to collect the dirty dishes, placing them in the sink for her robots to clean. “Are you feeling sick still?”

“No…not really,” He shrugged his shoulders, “But I am sure it will be back tomorrow morning.”

“Not if I can’t help.” Bulma said with a grin, “is your friend as possessive as Vegeta is?”

“What?”

“I just want to know if I have to ask for permission to touch you from your…er mate? Was that what you called him? In other words, can do what I have to without fear of being beaten.” Bulma said, dusting her hands off.

Raditzu snickered, “We aren’t newly bonded like Kakkarot and Vegeta, trust me, Napa isn’t worried about who touches me.” He said, forcing himself to stand, fearing that the motion would trigger his sickness again.

“You still feeling fine?” Bulma asked, looping her arm around her patient’s waist. Leading him away from the rest of the Saiyans they disappeared behind the kitchen door and down the hall.

“These human creatures, they are peculiar.” Napa grunted, eyes shifting to Goku. “Have you two made up yet?”

Goku’s cheeks colored. “Yeah, as much as we could here…” He said, glancing to his mate who gave a lecherous grin to Napa.

“Then would you be object to joining me at Raditzu’s examination?” Napa asked.

“Actually…Kakkarot and I were thinking of retrieving his brat.” Vegeta said a frown growing on his handsome face. “Weren’t we Kakkarot?”

Goku blinked, “We didn’t discuss doing that…not yet at least…I mean, weren’t we going to wait until we got the house.” He stuttered, eyes going wide when his prince glowered at him. It struck him suddenly, he was trying to back peddle. He was trying to slip out of this deal, he didn’t want Gohan around. That meant that he and his prince wouldn’t be able to have as much sex as they were having. The thought of it made his heart ache. He NEEDED that contact, he needed to hear his prince panting and moaning, he needed to feel that hard shaft pounding into him over and over again. He needed that pleasure, that love. “I’m being stupid, of course we agreed to that…what was I thinking. Come on Vegeta, lets go…I miss my boy so much.”

“This will also give you a chance to tell that harpy of yours that you’re leaving and you won’t be coming back…” Vegeta said, putting an arm around his mate’s waist as they stood and walked towards the door.

“Awe, Geta, do I HAVE to?”

Napa sighed, standing up. He wanted to be at his mate’s side, but he was also afraid to watch what his lovely mate was about to go through. The needles, the tests…everything. He had to admit, he didn’t like medicine at all. He hated doctors and hospitals so much, that he wouldn’t even go to one when he was really sick, or hurt, not until his Mate FORCED him to go. However, he knew that Raditzu was frightened by himself, he could feel it through their bond.

Dragging himself away from the kitchen and through halls that he had to duck to fit in, he found himself in a sterile room. Upon a metal bed, Raditzu sat half dressed, his shirt resting not far from him. “Napa,” He said with a warm smile, holding his arms out to his mate begging the other for a comforting hug.

Moving closer to his mate, he held him and stroked his tail. ~Where did Bulma go?~

“She said she will be right back…she is getting her computer, or something like that…” Raditzu said with a shrug of his broad shoulder. “Napa?”

“Hn?”

“D-do you really want this child?” He asked already knowing the answer before he had the guts to ask it.

“Of course! I’ve wanted a child since I mated you…why would you ever ask such a stupid question?” Napa said almost shouting at his mate before he shook his head and gave a sigh. Kissing Raditzu’s cheek, he smiled slightly, “I can’t wait to see how big you get…I bet you’ll get as round as a Kest’elian egg hatcher…maybe even bigger…my mom was a tiny little thing before she had me. Then she swelled to the size of a house!”

“I can imagine…look at how big you are! I couldn’t imagine having a child YOUR size…I think I’d have an aneurysm trying to push you out my ass.”

“Ah, I see you joined us…uh, you’re Napa, right? I’m so bad with names,” Bulma said, carrying in a tray of needles and small bottles of substances Raditzu and Napa didn’t recognize. “The child’s yours, right?”

“Of course…I wouldn’t ever let any one else touch him….” Napa growled, wrapping his tail possessively around his mate’s waist.

“Sorry, meant no offence by that, just wanted to know,” Bulma said with a chuckle. “You’re not afraid of needles are you? I want to draw some blood and give you some injections that I give my Human patience when they find themselves in this state.”

“No…go right ahead,” Raditzu said ~Stupid woman, doesn’t know that Saiyans can only get impregnated by a pack member…and we weren’t a pack until a few days ago, really…anyone with half a brain could tell we‘re not as close as a true pack yet…~ and he smiled at his mate’s thought. “I love you Napa…”

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Goku clung to Vegeta’s hand as if it were a life preserver and he was about to drown. He hadn’t felt this scared in a while, not even when his new mate was rampaging the city, had he felt this sinking, sickening, sort of terror. Who knew he could be afraid of a mere house, or the person who lived within. He was grateful that Chichi couldn’t sense ki, and didn’t have sharper senses, or she would be outside right now yelling at the top of her lungs.

“Kakkarot…” Vegeta said trying to reassure his mate through their mental bond since verbal words had stopped working a long time ago. “She is only a woman. You’ve fought ME and won…you can get over this.”

“I-I know…but…but…it’s like you going to Furiza and tell HIM that you’re quitting and going home to find a mate and raise a family!” Goku spluttered, knowing he had struck a nerve when the Prince frowned, then growled.

“I see your point…I’ll go in with you. How about that? If she even LOOKS like she is going to lay a hand on you, I’ll break her god damned neck!” Vegeta said, turning to wrap his free arm around Goku’s waist, pulling him closer to him. “What ever we do, we have to do this…no matter how bitchy, no matter how insane, that woman is. She at least deserves to know that you and her are through, and that you’re moving on.” He reached up and tried to brush the wild bangs from out of Goku’s innocent looking eyes, but failed miserably.

Goku gave a sigh, nodding, “Vegeta….I love you so much. You’re great at reassuring a person, you know that?” He caught Vegeta’s wrist before the prince could stop fiddling with his hair. Kissing the prince’s gloved palm, he leaned forward and kissed those plump lips he loved so very much. “Come on…I think I’m ready….as ready as I will ever be…”

Vegeta nodded, leading the way to the front door. He had never been raised to knock before entering, and so he barged right on in. It wasn’t the best idea in the world, Chichi was just on the other side of the door, on her hands and knees, scrubbing at child sized muddy foot prints.

“Goku…” She exclaimed in surprise, looking at the two Saiyans before anger swelled into those black orbs. “WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, AND WHO THE HELL IS THIS MIDGET!”

Vegeta felt his left eye twitch, knowing that he was about to go nuclear on this woman. “I am NOT short…and Kakkarot’s been with ME. Which brings up the subject of where he is going to continue to be, O’nea.”

“What?” She hadn’t been expecting something like this, anyone could see that by the surprised that flooded in to put out the fire of anger in her eyes. “What did you just call me?”

“O’nea refers to a woman who is on her lunar cycle, its derogatory and translates best as BITCH!” Vegeta exclaimed, leaning forward to shout the dirty word in the woman’s face. “That’s just what you are and that is why we’re here to take Gohan away from you…”

Goku was impressed to say the least, his prince was so brave. His prince was also very good at insulting, he had never truly noticed before, because every time Vegeta had insulted him, he had just ignored it. Watching the prince whip his skills out on his abusive wife…he smiled.

Chichi however, didn’t seem to mind being insulted, what she did take note of was the mention of her precious Gohan. “YOU…” She seethed, standing up, scrub brush and mud all but forgotten. “I CAN’T BELIVE YOU! FIRST YOU MOVE OUT OF THE HOUSE AS IF WE AREN’T MARRIED, AND HAVE A SON TO ATTENT TO! AS IF WE HAVEN’T BEEN TOGETHER FOR THE LAST FIVE YEARS! YOU’VE ANY IDEA HOW BAD THAT LOOKS TO THE NEIGHBORES! THEN, AS IF THAT ISN’T BAD ENOUGH, YOU ACT AS IF YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO COME IN HERE AND TELL ME WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO OUR SON!”

Vegeta bristled, a growl rising in his throat. He gave the shouting woman a chance, he stepped between her and his mate but the psychotic woman pushed him out of the way. She was trying to get to HIS mate, and he would NOT put up with that! Shoving the woman roughly away, he snarled down at where she had landed. “He has ever right! He is the male! On our planet, the male chooses the fate of the child if the child was born of a woman. We may not be on Vegeta Sie, but he WILL enact that right! If you have any qualms with that, we can follow tradition and fight it out…but I DOUBT you will live to see the end of that fight.”

She blinked up at them, stunned, eyes tearing from obvious pain For once in her life, she was silent.

“That is what I thought,” Vegeta growled, turning to his mate. “Go get Gohan, Sha.” He said brushing his hand through the taller Saiyan’s locks. He could see, as much as sense the other’s fear and he sighed, “Its okay, she isn’t going anywhere.”

“VEGETA WATCH OU!” Goku cried yanking his mate to his chest and out of the path of a flying picture frame Chichi had just lobed at them. Where she had grabbed it from was a mystery, but that was the last thing on Goku’s mind at the moment.

Rage.

Putting Vegeta behind him, he advanced on his wife who still sat on her bottom in the corner where she had scooted herself. Bending down, he yanked his wife up by the front of her shirt just as he had done with Vegeta early in the day. Hauling his wife to her feet, he lifted her into the air until she was nose to nose with him. He barred his fangs at her, his nose crinkling at the smell of fear that clung on the air. “You…almost….hit….my…mate…” He ground out between clenched teeth. A vein in the side of his face was standing out, and his eyes flashed dangerously. Raising his other hand he gave the woman’s face a hard, open handed slap before he started to shake her like a rag doll.

“DON’T YOU EVER TOUCH VEGETA AGAIN!” Chichi cried in fear and pain, her terrified shrieks filling the house. “How DARE you! HOW DO YOU LIKE BEING BEATEN!” He seethed, slapping his wife again. He could see as well as smell the blood that was flowing down Chichi’s face and it fuelled his rage.

“Kakkarot…”

He slammed his wife into the wall, burying his fist in her gut. She gave a hoarse shout, head slamming against the wall as she tried desperately to get away from her deranged husband. “How do you like it…huh…maybe I should take advantage of you, as you did to me!” He snarled in her ear before biting it, drawing blood. Reaching down, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. “Would you like that?”

She was crying, the tears streaking through the blood that had begun to dry on her face. The sound of her sobs had Goku laughing, he should have done this sooner. Pulling his member out, he began to stroke himself, running steamy images of Vegeta through his head as he tried to get himself aroused.

“N-no…please…don’t….” Chichi choked out in between her pitiful sobs.

“Why SHOULDN’T I? You never stopped when I begged…” He growled, kneeing the woman’s legs apart. Shredding her clothing, he tore her pink panties off and stuffed them in her mouth. He was growing tired of hearing her annoying voice.

Using his body weight, he pinned her to the wall. Growling, he brought his hands down to grasp her milky white thighs. Lifting her legs, he used his tail to help position himself. Thrusting ruthlessly forward, he grunted, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The sick bitch wanted this, she was dripping wet. “So you get off on pain…huh?” He rotated his hips harshly, making her scream around the cloth in her mouth. Pulling back, he slammed home as hard as he could, “When I’m done with you, you wont’ be able to walk for a week…”

Closing his eyes he imagined that he was buried deep in his prince’s hot, slick body. Arching his back, his tail curled up and over his chest and to his parted lips. Groaning, he started to lick and nip at the fur as his hips bucked forward wantonly. Curling his fingers into Chichi’s delicate flesh, he drew blood as he tore at her, trying to get the pleasure he needed to orgasm.

“MMMPPPHHHH!~~”

He ignored the muffled cry of agony. Before his eyes he could see his prince’s flushed face, eyes glazed over in pleasure and lust. Gripping Chichi’s hips tighter, he angled his thrusts. His wife sobbed harsher than before, her hands desperately pushing at her attacker but he was lost in his imaginary world. Vegeta was screaming his name, begging to be given relief from the building pressure that every pounding stroke built in him.

Tossing back his head, he snarled his mate’s name, thrusting home one last time he spilled his seed. “Shit…” He panted, opening his eyes to glower at his wife. “Had enough?” Chuckling, he listened to Chichi’s stifled whimpers. Pulling out of the woman, he looked down at himself, seeing the blood that coated his penis. Grimacing, he dropped the crying woman and grabbed the remains of her shredded clothing, cleaning himself with the tattered cloth. “You filthy O‘nea…”

“Are you done?” Vegeta asked and Gou nearly jumped out of his boots. He had forgotten his mate was there at all. Tucking himself away, he turned to face the prince of all Saiyans. “Its okay…I understand…” He said recognizing the fear in the other’s eyes.

Goku’s eyes drifted down over the Prince’s body only to land on the small bundle his mate held close. Gohan had been there the whole time…what had he done?!

“Don’t worry, you idiot…I knocked him out a long time before the violence began.” Vegeta said a frown on his face. “You’re going to take a shower and burn those damned clothes…you wreak of that bitch’s stench. I am not going to touch you when you smell that sickening…” He walked around his mate and towards the door.

Pausing at the threshold, he turned and regarded the blubbering woman on the floor. “O‘nea, Kakkarot is mine…he is no longer your ‘Husband.’ If you tell the authorities about what he just did to you…I’ll kill you…” He said, eyes traveling to the growing pool of blood on the floor. He doubted if Chichi would live long enough to call the cops, “If I were you…bitch…I’d call the hospital. You’re hurt.”

Without another word, Vegeta escorted his mate out of the house and into the air. “You know…Kakkarot…”

“Hm?” Goku looked to his mate.

“I’m proud of you…you are acting more and more Saiyan like with each passing day…”

“Hn.”

“Lets go back to Capsule Corps.”