Past To future

ATTENTION! ALTER! WARNING BELLS! WHAT EVER IT TAKES TO GET YOUR ATTENTION! DO TO AUTHOR STUPIDITY! (Yes I\'ll admit when I\'m being stupid!) A LATTER CHAPTER WAS POSTED INSTEAD OF THE CORRECT CHAPTER! IF YOU ALREADY READ NEW HOUSE, GO BACK AND READ RAPE, THAT WAS THE CORRECT CHAPTER...Hope this doesn\'t confuse any of you...(Stupidity due to lack of sleep, extream overwork, stress and eyestrain. *Author falls over dead from shouting her poor sick lungs out.*

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“I’m going to have to study this information!” Bulma exclaimed in excitement, scurrying around her lab from one counter to another, grabbing test tubes, labeling beakers and turning on Bunsen burners. “Your physiology is totally different that humans…I had a clue that it was…but I could never prove it because Goku is so afraid of needles, I could never get a proper sample of his blood.” She scurried on, grabbing slides and cover plates and smearing tissue samples over them before rushing over to her microscope.

Goku scratched his head, watching her. “I guess we made her day, huh?”

Raditzu was sitting on a folding chair, some contraption hooked to his arm and making an annoying beeping sound. “Caun I tok this upid thing out’f my mouf yet?” Raditzu grumbled around the stick he had been told to keep under his tongue.

“No, and don’t talk! You’re going to ruin the reading!” Bulma cried, rushing over just as the machine gave a loud BZZZ. “Oh, WOW! Your body temp at least ten degrees hotter than we are!” She said, reading the digital display on the machine. Taking the object from Raditzu’s mouth, she pressed a button and the sleeve that had encased the mettle proboscis shot off into the nearby trash can. Putting the instrument back into it’s slot on the side of the machine, she scribbled the findings down on a clipboard.

“I’m not even sure if any of the medications I’ve created for morning sickness will work on you, Raditzu. I’ve never seen a system more different. I don’t even think you’ve the same hormones humans have! If you don’t, then none of my pills will work on you!” She said, she looked something like a hyper active mouse running through a maze. She could not sit still as she dashed here and there, throwing some blood and semen samples into the fridge. “But judging by the resilience of your system, I don’t think it would hurt to try. So I’m going to give you a prescription for Biyen, that’s one of the more effective pills I give out. It moderates the amount of hormones in your blood stream, since, that is what makes expectant mothers sick…”

“Woman, can you sit still for a moment, you’re making my mate and Idizzy.” Napa said, snatching Bulma up by the back of her white lab coat. She gave a cute squeak, and nearly fell on her ass.

“Okay, sorry, just excited. This could mean so much in the field of genetic engineering! If I can map your genomes…all the positive attributes you have can be transplanted into a human…and do you have any idea what that means?” Her eyes were all a glitter.

“No?” Napa said, looking impatient.

“MONEY! That means MONEY in the bank!” She began to dance—she wasn’t very good at it. “Imagine it! Supper humans! Able to fly, able to withstand any heat, pressure or atmosphere! The gay community will be in an uproar! Guys would be able to have kids!”

“Woman…can you stop that!” Raditzu growled, wrapping his arms around his middle. “I’m growing tired of sitting here…”

“Yes…” Vegeta said, crossing his arms over his chest. “We’ve a bone to pick with you besides….”

“Hmmm, what?” Bulma said looking as if she were just coming out of some fine fantasy indeed. “Oh yes…I think Goku mentioned something about that when we went to put Gohon in bed…you guys need a bigger house to live in.”

“Exactly.” Raditzu said, “Gohan will be living with us and I’m going to have a child…the old shack in the forest is not big enough for a growing pack.”

“Hmmm, well I owe you guys a lot, you’re going to make me richer!” She said, walking over to what looked to be a com-panel. She pressed a red button on it and a voice crackled over the speaker.

“Mrs.. Breafs?”

“Ah, Cindy. I’m going to ask you a HUGE favor, do you think you can hook me up?” Raditzu and Napa looked at each other not liking the sounds of this.

“Of course!”

“Can you get in contact with the contractors down at the Layton Hill project?”

“I’ll dial them up, and patch them through right away ma’am.” There was another pause before the sound of a ringing telephone came over the link.

“Hello, Layton Hill project headquarters, Jack Yukon speaking, how may I help you, Sir or Ma’am?”

“Jack, its me, Bulma.”

“Mrs. B! Why are you calling down here?”

“I just wanted to know…is the southern tract of Layton Hill complete?” She asked, tapping her lips with a perfectly manicured fingernail.

“Its been done for months…we were holding off on putting them on the market until you gave the thumbs up, remember?”

“Of course I do…good…Well I’ve four friends who are about to head over there right now…no, strike that. I’m about to BRING them over. They are going to pick out which house they want down there, got that?”

“Y-yes ma’am. I’m only going to be around until two this after noon though…and I don’t trust any of these other brick heads I work with to contact you…so…could you come over before I leave?” Jack asked, sounding somewhere between skeptical, frightful, and worried.

“Sure, we’re headed over right now! Cindy, hang up for me, thanks.” She said, pressing the red button on the panel again.

“Layton Hills?” Goku asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, the finest in luxury living. I invest in the housing market as well…they are a bunch of very large houses far north of here.” Bulma said as she dug in her pocket for something. “Lets go. I know you’re going to love these places. The whole neighborhood is centered around seclusion, and nature…so you’ll feel as if you’re living in the middle of the forest, but you’re neighbor won’t be more than half a mile away. Isn’t that great!?”

“Uh….” Napa didn’t sound so sure. He could just imagine what would become of the scenery and the other houses if any of them got anger. However, free house, was after all, free and they had little to no money so he didn’t complain. Following the scientist out of her labs, they soon found themselves stuffed in the backseat of some sort of machine.

Gohan was awoken and escorted to the overly small car as well. (He got to sit upfront with Bulma—lucky guy.) The ride was thankfully short for the men stuffed in the back seat and before the Saiyans knew it, they were being hauled down a gorgeous little cobblestone trail towards a HUGE cottage like house by an overly excited Bulma and a beaming man in a suit—minus the stuffy jacket—and hard hat.

“This house is one of the largest, most expensive houses on the tract. It has an Olympic sized pool on the east side and a heated pool inside. It has two Jacuzzis, four full baths, three guest rooms, a den, a library with VERY nice, built in oak bookcases. Bulma told me that you like nature? Well, this property has a running river on it complete with a small waterfall at the back of the property. But don’t worry, this plot of heaven isn’t too far away from the city that it doesn’t have lan lines and high speed internet. Cable and other utilities are included in the prince of the mortgage and is provided by your friend Bulma here, beautiful woman!” The man kept going on and on, but none of the Saiyans paid him any mind. Their eyes were taking in the beautiful architecture, and the sighs, and smells of the wilderness around them.

“This place…” Goku started and Raditzu grinned at him.

“Is perfect…the cubs will LOVE it here!” He exclaimed, running ahead of the group with Gohan on his heals. The young child squealed in glee when Raditzu picked him up and swung him about in a fast circle. “What do YOU think Gohan? Would you like to play in a place like this every day!?”

“YEAH!” He exclaimed suddenly finding himself back on his feet. Leaping up, he wrapped his cubby arms as best as he could around his uncle’s waist, a loud purr erupting from his chest.

Napa chuckled, watching his mate play with Gohan. “Well, Raditzu likes it well enough…”

Bulma’s sparkling blue eyes landed on Goku, waiting for him to say something.

“I’ve never seen…a more beautiful place,” He said, a smile tugging at his lips. “I don’t know about Vegeta, but I could easily live here.”

“Hn,” Vegeta said, a smile spreading over his exotic features. “We’ll take it…how much, woman?” He turned to the scientist who rolled her eyes.

“You don’t get the concept of FREE, do you Vegeta? That means, you can have the house without paying for it…”

Vegeta’s face darkened, “I’m not sure if I like that deal…”

“vegeta…” Goku turned to concsider his mate, wondering what could make Vegeta so…suspicious. For that is what the Prince was feeling, suspicious. Suspicious of Bulma and her charity, curious to why such a rich woman would give up such a large investment to the likes of them. Now that Goku realized it, tit DID seem fishy.

“What do you want from us in return?” Vegeta asked quirking one, beautifully shaped, eyebrow. “You can’t be giving away such a capitol gain, without gaining something even GREATER in return…”

“I AM gaining something rather great…” Bulma said, “You’re a smart man, Vegeta…maybe I’ll offer you a job at my company in the future…”

“Stop trying to avoid the subject.” Vegeta barked crossing his arms over his muscular chest. “What do you get out of this?”

“Besides millions of dollars out of the genetics project I am about to start up?” She said innocently enough. However, Goku suddenly saw through that innocents to the very heart of the subject. Bulma was going to be using Raditzu’s genetics to make money. “I think I will find the cure for the common cold somewhere in there….maybe even the cure for cancer…”

Vegeta glowered at Bulma for what felt like forever before he snorted. “What ever floats your boat woman…just don’t hurt Raditzu or my pack and we will be fine. Understand? As soon as you brake those two basic rules, I’ll destroy your company, and then I’ll destroy you.”

“So…does that mean you’re taking the house…” Bulma asked, the excited gleam still in her eyes.

“Yes…of course…it is too good to pass up.” Vegeta grunted.

“Good…I’ll get a few men and fix the place up just for you and your friends, Goku. They shouldn’t get in your way if you want to move in right away. Oh, and…the house is fully furnished…but if you don’t like the décor, just tell me and I’ll see what I can do about finding you different furniture.”

“Daddy! Daddy!” Gohan shouted, running up to his father, excitement written all over his youthful features. “Daddy! Come see the pool! IT is SOOOOOO neat! Daddy! Will you teach me how to swim!?”

Vegeta sighed, bending over, he picked the young cub up. “Your daddy is busy, wasn’t Raditzu playing with you? What happened to him?” Vegeta asked being embraced by the exuberant Gohan.

“Uncle Raditzu got pushed into the pool!” He laughed, pointing at said Saiyan who came squelching around the side of the house, looking like a drowned rat. His mate was right behind him, laughing his head off. Raditzu didn’t seem mad really, he just looked a bit miffed that his long hair was clinging to him like a second skin, his hair sagging down to get into his eyes.

Goku tried to hold back the laughter that wanted to burst from his throat, but it was hard and soon he was laughing just as hard as Napa was.

Smirking the prince of all Saiyans walked up to his nursemaid, brushing the man’s bangs out of his face. “You stand to having Napa treat you like this?” He chuckled, “If I were you, I would have dragged him into the water after me.”

Raditzu blushed, “He took me by surprise my prince…”

“Well never mind…we’re taking this house so you will have many more opportunities to get him back for this injustice.” He smiled, leaning up to kiss the pregnant Saiyan’s cheek. “Dry yourself off. I suspect you’d like to move in right away….we’ll need to start packing to achieve that.”

Raditzu nodded, glancing to Goku who growled silently at him. “I think your mate is getting jealous…” Raditzu informed his prince before flaring his ki.

Vegeta snorted, “Kakkarot…what? Do you think I prefer your brother over that perfect hide of yours?” The prince frowned slightly. ~I’d love to show you how much more appealing you are than Raditzu…but right now you stink and I don’t want to touch you. It isn’t MY fault that you didn’t go take a shower while Bulma was running tests.~

Goku pouted, but didn’t argue. He knew that Vegeta was right. The scent that he smelled on his own clothing was enough to make even him sick to his stomach. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like for his mate to breath it in. He was just surprised that Napa and Raditzu hadn’t said anything about it yet. “But as soon as I shower…you are MINE….” Goku growled, stalking as close as he dared too. It was close enough to catch the Prince’s unique scent on the wind that was wafting his way. Purring, he licked his upper lip, shooting his mate a smoldering look.

“OH MY GOD!” Vegeta screamed, jumping back.

“What? Was it something I said?” Goku asked, looking around swiftly seeking out the object of his prince’s distress. “OH WOW! A PUPPUY!”

“NO NO! KEEP IT AWAY!” Vegeta screamed even as his mate picked up the small, excited dog.

“Uncle Vegeta…its only a dog…it won’t hurt…” Gohan said, coming to his father’s side to pet the yammering pup. “And he is SOOO cute! Aren’t you girl!? Aren’t you!?”

“Oh…oh my, I’m sorry about her!” A fat lady came huffing up to them looking sweaty and flustered. “She got off her leash. Didn’t you Daizzy, you bad little girl!”

“Awe….” Gohan said giving the small dog’s ear a ruffle. “Did you try and run away?!” He helped the fat woman put the leash back on.

“Thank you so very much for catching her! I don’t know what I’d have done if she got away! She’s my son’s birthday present…I just got him and was on my way home when I got called back into work! Oh boy…I was afraid she was going to get into the construction sight and get hurt. Just jumped out of the car door when I opened it.” She was saying.

“Oh, it is okay…my name’s Goku and this is my little boy Gohan…are you working for the construction company here?”

“Uh…oh, look at the time! I’m LATE! I‘m sorry, I can‘t stay and talk…” She cried in dismay, hurrying off as fast as she had hurried in.

“Gee…” Goku said, scratching his head he turned back to face his prince noting at once how white he was. “Vegeta…are you okay?”

“HN!”

“Vegeta?”

“Shut up!” Vegeta growled.

“But…but I love you…and I’m worried…what’s wrong…”

“Just shut up…” He shoved his mate hard and Goku stumbled backwards, right into Raditzu’s broad chest.

Silence.

Suddenly, Raditzu begins to laugh, “OUCH that HURT!” He playfully pushed Goku away from him, before tapping Napa in the stomach with a back kick. Without warning a light mock battle broke out in front of the newly built house.

“Uh…” Bulma and the other human were standing at the front door all but forgotten by the men. “Is it just me…are all four of them raging homosexuals and or homicidal Maniacs?”

“Jack, its okay….yes they are lovers…I know it’s a little hard to accept…but its actually normal for their culture…and…they haven‘t ever killed anyone that I know of…so how could you say something like that!” Bulma said to her employ, guiding him towards the hover car with a nervous laugh. “Do you have men free for an extra assignment? I’m willing to pay over time and time and a half….”

“Of course, I’ve always got a few men free.” He said, eyes sliding towards the two saiyans who were getting, if possible, even more physical with each other. A free for all sparring match had broken out, not a serious one but a playful bout that focused around attacking Raditzu at every given chance.

“I want to install a new invention of mine in their house, but I’ve no time to do it myself. I’ve a new research project on the board.” She said to her friend, and employ. “I need your men to help me.”

“Anything for you, Mrs. B.” He said, glancing to his employer.

“Well…”