Past To future

Vegeta awoke quite suddenly, the urge to vomit strong. Groaning, he tried to roll over willing to throw up on the floor if he had to. Only to find that he was up to his neck in freezing water. Sitting up, he pried his grimy feeling eyes open and winced at the sudden stab of pain that wracked his head. Spotting the toilet quite close, he dragged himself out of the tub and knelt before it shivering in the change of temperature.

What the hell happened last night…he retched, bringing up nothing but redish liquid. What ever happened, his stomach hurt just as bad as his head. Where was Kakkarot when he needed the idiot? Damned he could use an aspirin right then…if he could keep it down. He vomited again.

“Vegeta?”

Ah right on cue… “Don’t just stand there, idiot! Get me some aspirin…” He groaned, shouting hurt, hurt really bad. Closing his eyes, he lay back on the cold linoleum floor.

“Are you…okay?” Goku asked, coming to sit next to his prince.

“Didn’t I just tell you to do something?!”

“You were throwing up…and that dream you were having…” Goku whispered softly. “Are you okay…are you pregnant?”

“PREGNANT!?” Vegeta bellowed, wincing yet again at the pain that drove like a spike through his head. “How could you think I’m pregnant!? I’ve never let you be dominant with me!”

“Well…I mean…what about…”

The thoughts that were running through his mate’s head were enough to make him sick again, if he had anything left on his stomach. Groaning, he brought his hand up to cover his eyes. “Kakkarot, you’re an INCH away from pissing me off bad enough to kill you.” Shuddering in disgust, “If I EVER became pregnant with Furiza’s whelp, I’d KILL myself.”

“I love you too,” Goku sighed, eyes shifting to the bathtub, he didn’t remember Vegeta getting up in the middle of the night, nor did he remember hearing the water running. Then again, he was pretty out of it, a bomb could have gone off and he probably wouldn’t have woken up. Standing up, he winced and limped his way towards the tub. Reaching in he pulled the plug and let the water run down the drain.

“Hn…what happened to YOU.” Vegeta watched his mate limp back over to his side.

“Napa happened to me…” He mumbled, his cheeks going scarlet. Plopping down next to his mate, he reached up and pushed the toilet’s flusher down. He couldn’t stand the smell of vomit any more, it was making him queasy.

“Napa…” He was about to ask when vivid pictures flashed through his head. “Where is my damned aspirin? What kinda mate lets his partner suffer like this…”

“I tried to stop you last night…but you had begged me for that fifth glass of punch…” Goku sighed, stroking the other’s hair as if doing that alone would cure the Prince’s hangover.

“It was the punch? What, was it drugged?” Vegeta groaned even as he moved into that warm touch.

“No, alcohol isn’t a drug, the last time I checked at least.” Goku said, “I’m putting you back into bed. You need to sleep, that’s the best way I know of to get rid of a hangover…besides eating and drinking lots of water. I’ll bring you some food after you’re in bed.” He carefully lifted the prince and carried the man back to the bedroom he had stumbled into during the night.

“What that explains some things…” Vegeta mumbled, his face pressed against Goku’s throat.

“What, the alcohol?” He asked feeling slightly confused.

“The way you smell…” Vegeta sighed already drifting off, at ease in his mate‘s strong arms. Goku set his damp prince down on the bed and propped Vegeta’s head up with a pillow. Kissing his mate’s forehead, he left to fetch the other something to eat as he had promised.

Strolling down the hallway, he glowered at the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Why did it have to be so bright out today when he was feeling icky from drinking so much? Passing the window, he found himself down in the living room where so much had happened last night. He didn’t expect to see anyone up—it was still very early in the morning—after all that had gone on most normal people would sleep in, but Raditzu sat on the couch, his head in his hands, eyes affixed on something.

Walking further into the living room, Goku recognized at once what it was. Raditzu was watching Tv. “Good morning,” He said not catching the other’s attention. What ever was on must be good to hold a person’s attention like that. Sitting next to Raditzu, his eyes locked onto the screen as well. Raditzu had apparently found a health channel, or a learning channel of some sort because there, in bright, quite vivid color was a woman giving birth.

“I can’t DO that…” Raditzu groaned, looking as if he were already in pain.

Goku grimaced, feeling sick to his stomach. “Uh..um…Raditzu, its okay. You’re much wider…uh…um…than uh that woman is…and…”

“SHHH!” Raditzu hushed his brother, gripping the Earth raised Saiyan’s wrist.

—’And the umbilical cord is cut once the child is breathing on his own.’— Raditzu got up and turned the TV off. “Well, at least I don’t have to carry this brat for nine months like these weak creatures have to.” Raditzu grinned down at his stomach, his hand coming to rest low on his abdomen. “I bet you want something to eat.”

“Are you talking to me…or are you talking to your child?” Goku asked, scratching his head.

Raditzu snickered, “You silly…I’m feeling too sick to eat right now. Come on…I think I’ll figure out how to use your friend’s gadget today.” He stood up and swaggered into the kitchen, his tail swaying back and forth behind him.

“You seem happy today,” Goku pointed out following his brother into the kitchen. Pulling a chair out from the dinning room table, he sat at it, watching while the other fiddled and tinkered with the buttons on the newly installed wall unit.

“Of COURSE I’m happy!” Raditzu exclaimed frowning and glowering at the machine he prodded at. “Why isn’t this thing working? Hmmm…why shouldn’t I be happy? We’ve a new house, we’re closer as a pack than ever before…you made Napa happy so he made ME happy last night in bed. Besides…its good to be free!”

“I wouldn’t know…I guess I’ve always been free.” Goku sighed, “Well…besides being trapped by Chichi in a meaningless relationship…”

“Well…trust me, it’s great…I can be with my mate without fear that it will harm Vegeta in some way. I can have a child too, I‘ve always wanted brats.” The other Saiyan said muttering under his breath before suddenly exclaiming. “Oh I GET IT NOW! Those are the basic elements…carbon…hydrogen….that button must be to clear the formula…”

“Raditzu…can I talk to you about something?” Goku asked picking at invisible splinters on the back of his chair.

“Sure…let me see…” He pressed three buttons then scratched his head.

“Well, yesterday…Vegeta told me that I had to tell Chichi that it was over…and…well…we went to her house. Things got out of hand.” Goku started unsure of how to broche this subject. How do you tell your older brother that you were brash and you raped your ex-wife?

~I know all about that, its hard not to notice that smell on you…almost made me sick.~ Raditzu’s mind interrupted his thought process. “Oh SHIT!’ There was the sound of liquid spilling and the long haired Saiyan leapt away, the front of his red shirt and blue jeans soaked. “Well…that’s not good.”

“What happened….” Goku asked just a bit put out by what just happened.

“I typed in the formula for water and it made water alright…all over the front of my damned shirt.” Raditzu grumbled, going for a towel out of the stack that lay neatly on the counter. The pile had a hand written card placed neatly against its side that read, ‘To Goku and friends, from Kuririn kun‘. “Remind me to thank your little bald friend for these.” He used one he dried his shirt and pants off as best as he could, sighing.

“Where were we, Kakkarot?” Raditzu said, turning his attention back to his brother before he stooped and began to dry the puddle up from the floor.

“Uh…I…” He took a deep breath, “I raped Chichi…that is where we left off.”

“Oh yes.” Raditzu stood back up, wet towel slung over his shoulder. Turning to face his little brother, he put his hands on his hips. “Look, don’t feel bad…she had it coming. I bet you didn’t know this…but when our people were still at war with each other, it was common for pillagers to raid villages under King Bejita’s rule. These pillagers were cruel and would maim, rape and kill many a bonded submissive…King Bejita made a decree shortly after the attacks started. If any one physically hurts you, your mate, or your pack members, you’ve a right to humiliate and hurt them. Usually people kill those who had hurt them…but…I guess you were being kind to that bitch. Hn…you know, I never really agreed with that law. It was made four generations ago, back when things were rougher on our planet…but traditions I guess. Maybe that is why Furiza‘s rapes tore Vegeta up so much in side…I mean…it would have been one thing if Vegeta had done something to the Icejin‘s family or clan, but he had never done anything to Furiza to deserve that sort of treatment…”

“Oh…there is so much I don’t know about our race…” Goku sighed knowing he must look upset still because Raditz was pulling a chair up next to him.

“Hey, cheer up. You know what?” He put his arm around his brother’s shoulder, “Icejin don’t live NEARLY as long as Saiyajin do…we will stay here, safe and hidden until that nasty bastard Furiza dies of old age…then we’ll go home and you’ll learn everything you ever wanted to know about your home world.”

“Raditzu?” Goku leaned into his brother feeling comfortable there.

“What do you want?” He smirked bringing his other hand up to stroke Goku’s cheek.

“Could you teach me Saiyago?”

“Hn? Sure! Oh, it would be such a surprise for your mate! He’s been missing someone to talk to in Saiyago!” Raditzu exclaimed, looking quite excited. “We’ll start today, just let me get this damned piece of machinery figured out and breakfast on the table.”

Goku was taken aback, “Doesn’t he have you and Napa to talk to?”

“Of course he does! Although, Vegeta only knows polite and honorific Saiyago…his father never even let him hear the slang and gutter languages the lower classes use.” Raditzu laughed going back to his fiddling, “Napa, I swear he doesn’t know either one!”

“What?” Goku asked not understanding what Raditzu was trying to say.

“Polite speech or honorific. When he spoke in Saiyago back on the home world, he would curse every other word. I don’t know where he grew up, his parents were both elite, he should have learned only polite and honorific. Hn, doesn’t matter…I like it when he curses, its sexy. Besides all that…how often have you seen Vegeta talk to me or Napa…he tends to keep his problems to himself. He’s more open with you then he is with us.” Raditzu pushed his hair back over his shoulder and examined a red button on the upper right hand corner. “Now what does this little doohinky do?”

“Really? I…I never noticed.” Goku felt his cheeks heat up, to him it felt as if Vegeta would only talk—he didn’t include shouting or putdowns as actual speech— after they had had sex, or after they had been touching and kissing. If that was open for the Prince, he hated to see how the prince would be if he was shut off.

“Of course you haven’t! You hardly know him, no offence or anything, I practically raised the kid.” Raditzu snorted, prodding the red button with his index finger. Suddenly a screen turned on above the buttons and small cubby hole. “it’s a computer terminal!”

“Oh my god this is easy, I can’t believe I missed this earlier!” Raditzu growled, slapping himself in the forehead as if he were a complete retard. “They have so many recipes in here…and all of them I’ve never heard of before. What’s…chicken and dumplings? What’s a chicken anyway?”

“You…don’t know what a chicken is?” Goku almost slapped himself for his stupidity, of course Vegeta Sei wouldn’t have all the same plants and animals as Earth did! What the hell had he been thinking!? “it’s a sortta bird that can’t really fly and leys large white eggs that you can eat.”

“Ohhhhh, you mean a Che’ren…they have purple feathers, right? About as big as a large dog?” Raditzu was pressing more buttons, “Oh…that looks good…” He stepped back with two steaming bowls full of some sort of delicious smelling food. “Well what ever Chicken and dumplings are, it looks good enough…here…” Raditzu handed his brother one of the bowls and sat at the table with the Earth Raised Saiyan.

“Thanks,” Goku smiled at his brother before inhaling the food. He hadn’t even realized how hungry he had been until Raditzu had handed him the bowl.

“Wow, slow down…don’t have to eat so fast…its not going any where.” Raditzu said wide eyes locked on Goku’s pleased face.

“Hehhe, I guess it isn’t, but I’m so hungry for some reason…” Goku said face going red as his hand reached back to scratch his messy locks. “Um…could you show me how to use the replicator…I promised Vegeta that I’d bring him something to eat. He‘s a bad hangover.”

“Vegeta’s up? Already?” Raditzu said with a broad smile, “I guess I win then.”

“What?”

“I made a bet with my mate, that Vegeta would be up early no matter how hung over he is.” Raditzu snickered at the look on his brother’s face. “What? We make bets like this all the time. Like we bet a while ago, that when Vegeta went into heat, that he’d knock you up after he bonded you. I am sorta glad that I lost that bet…you two aren’t ready for children yet. Your bond still isn’t strong enough to stand that strain.”

“Oh, well I’m glad we can provide you and Napa entertainment,” Goku rolled his eyes, “So, how does this thing work?”

Raditzu stood, pushing his chair back and coming around the table. “Its easy, see that red button, press it. It’ll bring up a list of available recipes in the computer database…choose something you want, then press the green button. It’ll make it and you can take it…” Raditzu demonstrated by creating another steaming bowl of chicken and dumplings. “Here, take this to him, I’m sure this will have Vegeta feeling better….and if he isn’t, maybe I can figure out how to make some painkillers from out of this damned thing.”

“Damned…” Goku exclaimed watching his brother walk back to his chair. “Where was I when brains were being handed out…are you sure I’m your brother?”

Raditzu laughed, “You’re my brother…I just took after mother, he was a scientist before he met father. Mother spoon fed me science since I was little. My favorite bedtime story used to be ‘King Vegeta and the Three Pollypeptied….”

“Good Morning!” Gohan exclaimed, walking into the kitchen. “What are we going to do today!?”

Goku didn’t understand, but he figured Raditzu knew that, so instead of asking stupid questions, he began to create food with the aid of the machine’s computer database. He didn’t know how hungry Vegeta would be, if the prince were anything like him, he’d be starving and want more than just one bowl of food.

“Well, I don’t know Gohan! Your dad wanted me to teach him Saiyago, would you like to learn how to speak your native language too?” Gohan pouted at what Raditzu said.

“Learning? Studying…”

“You don’t have to…”