Past To future

Raditzu let the corners of his lips lift in a smile, his ears catching all the moans, curses, and other soft sounds coming from within the room. Glancing to Napa, he saw his mate was trying to entertain the cub to keep him from hearing what was going on in the spare bedroom.

“Gohan, what’s the word for your birth mother?” Napa asked, catching the cub’s attention and ears just as a rather loud cry escaped the confines of the room.

“Uh…what Vegeta calls her, and what you call her, or what Uncle Raditzu calls her?” Gohan asked already figuring it was what Raditzu called her, since he had repeated the ’other’ words before when Napa had asked him almost a half an hour ago. The ’other’ words were bad, it made Raditzu growl and get angry. “Marter.”

“Very good!” Napa cheered, his voice mockishly high pitched. Frowning, Napa looked up to the window, the taping of hail sounding loud and clear. “That storm is taking it’s sweet ass time getting over itself.”

~Don’t say the A word around Gohan!~ Raditzu growled deep in his throat, glowering at his mate. ~You’re going to get Kakkarot’s cub to start cursing, then I’m going to have to wash his mouth out with soap! You want me to torment this sweet child like that, just because he doesn’t understand that what you’re saying is…~

~Enough, Raditzu…I get it…~ Napa sighed drawing Gohan into his lap. “You wanna hear a story?”

“YEAH!”

Raditzu glanced over his shoulder when he heard footsteps behind him. Glancing to the wrist watch he wore, he rolled his eyes. That was fast, only an hour?

“YOU SON OF A!” He heard a woman cry from the next room, followed by the loud sound of flesh against flesh. Wincing, he could imagine the hellcat’s head snapping to one side as she was slapped, probably by Vegeta.

“Napa…” Raditzu nodded, indicating that Vegeta and Goku were about to come out.

Bulma sighed from where she sat on the other side of Napa, watching the large man play with the child. Sitting here, seeing the way the men responded to each other, the way they treated Gohan…the way Vegeta and Goku fit together…hell. She’d come right out and say it. She felt guilty as hell for what she had done to the crowned prince of these people. Taking advantage of him when he was out of his mind with drink. Shaking her head sadly, she let her hand slip down to rest on her stomach.

Maybe her ploy hadn’t worked, maybe she wasn’t with child, but she doubted it. She had already done the test, she was with child.

“What’s wrong with you, woman?” Napa grunted, bouncing Gohan on his knee, making the child squeal like he was on a roller coaster.

“N-nothing,” She said her eyes growing round as she looked up at the man who could easily have been more than ten times her own body mass.

“Uncle Raditzu! Why have you been Standing over there the whole time! Come over here and we can play tick tack toe!” Gohan exclaimed, already jumping off of his uncle’s lap to draw the board in the dust on the ground.

“Kid, you bounce around more than a bunny on speed…” Napa muttered, watching his mate walk over to sit before Gohan, the bedroom door opening almost as if on cue. Looking up to see the two Saiyans and a rather battered looking woman, he smirked. ~You sure had him screaming, brat.~ He intoned to his bond brother, his lips curling up in a smile.

“I heard that,” Vegeta growled, his cheeks a slight shade of pink but not because of Napa‘s words ~But I‘m not mad…afterglow is great. So…when was the last time YOU had sex?~ he teased. “Go sit down…Chichi…” Vegeta pointed to a distant corner that was on the other side of the room from where Napa, Raditzu, and Bulma sat. She huffed but did as she was told, looking wearily at the prince when he growled.

“Maybe I should…” Bulma whispered to herself, looking up to the prince who appeared to be having some sort of privet conversation with the other Saiyans. “Maybe I should make it up to him…but…how?”

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The storm was really uneventful, the wind howled, the windows shook, the thunder boomed, and the rain fell. After about two hours of sitting in the cold, damp basement, playing games to pass the time, the radio announced that the tornado watch was over and it looked as if the storm was moving south. (What ever the hell that meant.) All I knew for sure was that the thunder and lightning stopped booming over head.

I didn’t want to admit it, but…I HATED fucking storms! Flying home was just as boring, it seemed that the storm hadn’t managed to make it this far north, and there was no interesting damage to look at like there was down south.

As we landed outside the house, I was almost shocked to find that…I was board, waiting for something exciting to happen. I could never have imagined how much more exciting life was about to get for our pack.

Weeks passed, and we began to fall into a fairly regular pattern, my mate and I. We’d wake up, Kakkarot would entice me into kissing him, and we’d usually make love until the sun broke over the horizon. We’d then take a shower together, gently teasing each other with our tails, washing each other’s back and talking. Then I’d go downstairs to help Raditzu prepare the morning meal. He was beginning to grow quite round in the middle, and sometimes it made certain tasks hard. I would help him as much as I could, it turned out that I had absolutely NO culinary skills what so ever, but Raditzu forgave me. Giving me simple things to do like opening cans or setting the table.

In the afternoons, we’d usually spar as a pack and help train Gohan in the art of fighting. I would rest afterward, until dinner. Gods only knew what my mate and his brother did when I wasn’t around then. He kept himself to himself for the last few weeks. We would eat as a pack, then we would stay up until the sun set, telling old stories and laughing and playing ancient Saiyan games. Doing things that pack members did.

I had been so busy with my boring life—yes I know, how could I be busy when I hardly did anything but eat, spar, and have sex, right? But I was—that I hardly noticed my mate, Kakkarot. His scent had changed again, but I didn’t notice, I had forgotten completely that he was supposed to be going into heat….

Maybe I had forgotten, because he never actually reached his cycle, or maybe I had subconsciously forced myself to forget about it because there was only one reason why a grown Sayian’s would miss his or her heat cycle…

“Kakkarot…its time to get up…” I mumbled, stretching my back and tail slowly. Last night had been…grinning, I turned onto my side. Maybe I could get a repeat performance and have another multiple orgasm. Frowning, I sat upright in my bed. “Kakkarot?” He wasn’t in bed with me, he wasn’t even in the room. Hearing the water running next door, I sigh and get up. It looked like my mate wanted to play in the shower again, not that I was complaining…the feeling of cold tile against my back, a hot body pressed against mine, and a whole lot of hot water washing over my straining muscles. I found myself becoming hard already as I padded my way to the bathroom, passing Napa who was on his way to the laundry room with an armload of dirty clothes for the wash.

“Good morning.” I said to the burly body guard who was grinning from ear to ear. “I see Raditzu must be up as well. Must have given you a great wake up call the way you‘re smiling”

“He did…I see that you’re…UP…my prince…going to go make him scream?” He asked, eyes taking in my naked form and my partially hardened cock that pointed his way.

“Hn.” I smirked, passing Napa, going to the bathroom door. Turning the door handle I discovered that it was locked. “Kakkarot?” The only time we locked the bathroom door on each other was when one of us were going to the bathroom that way we could have our privacy.

“Vegeta…” Came Kakkaort’s mumbled reply. I felt a small degree of panic over the bound we shared, and it was coming from Kakkarot.

“What’s wrong?” I ask knowing something was up and I knew sure as hell, it wasn’t about my throbbing erection.

“Heh, just…” There was a pause…was Kakkarot getting sick? I could hear someone retching on the other side of the door and I felt my stomach do a summer salt. Was Kakkarot throwing up!? Oh gods no! He’d better be making it into the toilet, cause I wasn’t going to clean up after him…

“Kakkarot…” I heard the toilet flush over the sound of running water. Suddenly the door few open and I was face to chest with my mate. He was still naked and smelling of our coupling. I was almost afraid to ask…but I needed to know what he had been doing. “Are you sick?”

“Oh…uh…” His cheeks colored ever so slightly, “I was brushing my back teeth, and I accidentally gagged myself…”

“Hm?” I gave him a questioning once over, “Well…brush your teeth again…okay? Then we will take our shower, what do you say?”

Goku turned back towards the sink and grabbed the mouthwash, gargling the blue alcohol based substance for a few seconds before spitting and rushing out of the bathroom. “Kakkarot?” I called after my mate, surprised by my mate’s behavior. He hadn’t showered yet, he was naked, where was he going? Maybe I should follow him? Maybe I should…shrugging my shoulders, I turned towards the shower, which was already running at just the right temperature.

He’d be back…ever since my last argument with him, we’ve hardly been apart and we surely never missed a chance to touch one another. Washing my hair with a happy smile on my face, I let the hot jets of water patter against my chest. I loved taking showers, they were so relaxing. Bathing was fun, but showers…it felt almost as if I had hundreds of small fingers massaging my skin.

Breakfast that morning was the first time our pack wasn’t complete in nearly a month. Goku was missing, I don’t know where he could be, he loved his food. I would have asked Raditzu where Kakkarot had gotten to after helping him with the food preparations, but the pregnant man was busy stuffing his face and Napa was busy keeping food in front of his hungry mate.

By that afternoon I had begun to feel nervous, it didn’t help that Bulma had come by saying that she was here on a house call to check Raditzu out and to do something ‘nice’ for us. Goku wasn’t around for lunch, and he failed to show up for our sparing session. Where was that man?

“RADITZU!”

Raditzu nearly jumped out of his boots, “Vegeta! What do you want?” He snapped, his mood swings kicking in full force. Napa was helping his mate and Gohan with some form of food that was meant for the pack’s dinner.

“Where is Kakkarot? I’ve not seen him since this morning…” Vegeta walked up to Raditzu, dodging his defenses to snatch up a chunk of steaming meat. Popping it into his mouth, he smirked at a glowering Saiyan.

“He is…thinking…alone. He doesn’t want to be disturbed.” Raditzu growled, turning back to his work. “Why don’t you go check on Bulma, see if she is going to be staying for dinner? Before I cut your theaving fingers off!”

“Will you tell me where my mate is then?” He questioned, growing serious. “I need to talk to him…I am worried about him…he was sick this morning…and he didn’t eat breakfast or lunch…has he been eating at all?”

“I’ll tell you where he is when you get back…okay cub?” Raditzu sighed setting his knife aside to draw Vegeta to him as best as he could with huge stomach in the way. “Don’t worry…he’s fine…I’ve been sending Napa with food to force feed him.”

“Force…feed?” Raditzu wouldn’t say another word and Vegeta was forced to leave to go find that blue haired wench. He found her not too far away, upstairs and near the stairwell to the attic and the roof.

“Woman, do you require sustenance?”

“Hm?” Bulma looked surprised to see the prince. “Oh…don’t worry about me…I brought my own…”

“Don’t choke on it…” He growled, turning to go, only to be stopped.

“Don’t leave yet…I wanted to talk to you.” She said pulling him back towards the panel she had been bent over before. “You see…I’m pregnant….”

“Good for you, congratulate the slutty father.” He growled, “What does this have to do with me? I’ve gotta find my mate!”

“Vegeta…” She sighed softly and looked away. “I’ve got to tell you…” Reaching out she snatched up Vegeta’s hands and drew them towards her stomach. “You’re the father….”

Silence. Pausing Vegeta pulled back and glowered at the woman. “You lie, I never had sex with you…” He snarled, “Saiyan’s can breed with…” He stopped himself when he realized that it was very possible to combine human and Saiyan dna to create life. “I never had sex with you! I have a MATE…”

“Er…yes you did…” She whispered letting the prince go, “I…took advantage…”

Vegeta felt his eyes grow to twice their size, not believing what he was hearing. He had thought he was safe here, safe at last and…and…a PATHETIC human creature…had done the same thing to him….that…that Furiza had done… He began to feel dizzy and nauseous. “You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

“I’m not…I…wanted a baseline to study from…a perfect combination of human dna with Saiyan…and you had the best genetics from what I could see…our child will be smart, beautiful, fast, strong…perfect…and from there I can create the perfect gene therapy for this ailing world. I…I feel really bad about what I‘ve done now…that‘s why I am telling you, and risking life and limb to do so…because…I feel so bad. Taking advantage of such a beautiful…lion hearted…man. If you were not bonded to my best friend…I would have you as my own.”

“Let me…get this right…” Vegeta whispered.

Bulma nodded slowly to herself, “You have heard it all…do as you feel….with me. Just remember that I am carrying your child.”

“My mate disappears…you tell me this…Raditzu is pissed with me for what ever reason…I didn’t get to have sex this morning…this has to be the WORST day I’ve had all week!” He growled, focusing his eyes on the blue ones that looked to be worried. “Woman…I would kill you for what you did…but…you apologized…and more importantly…you told me what you did at the risk of your own health. That right there makes you different than…makes you much better than Furiza was….but…you still did something you shouldn’t have. You still…hurt me, which means…I NEVER WANT YOU TO SEE AROUND MY PACK AGAIN!”

“I…I understand…” She whispered, bending down, she picked up her tool bag. “Well…I finished my gift to you anyways…this is a defense system…it creates a blearier around the house so that no on can get in unless you let them…Raditzu will understand how it works…I’ll…be going now…”

I watched her leave that evening, I know I should have felt anger, should have felt sad…but all I could feel was a sick numbness deep inside of my stomach. I’ve been abused for so long…I guess I am accustomed to being treated like shit despite my recent freedom.

I returned to my bed chambers shortly after Bulma’s news, forgetting about dinner, forgetting about my mate. I felt utterly exhausted, and so depressed. Grabbing a pillow that I used often when Kakkarot wasn’t available to cuddle with, I curled up around the body pillow and cried myself to sleep.

Awaking in the morning I found the bed empty again. Getting up, I went through the motions, showering, dressing, going downstairs. Finding Raditzu already in the kitchen, using the food replicator instead of cooking by hand. “Do you need my help?” I didn’t feel like talking this morning.

“No…not really…” Raditzu said with a bright smile on his face. My nose twitches at the sent of Napa and sex on the other. That would be a good reason to be happy, sex. Growling I remembered how I’ve gone without for two mornings and one night already. “Oh, calm down…I sent Napa out to fetch Kakkarot. He is coming home, it isn’t good for him to be running around, it’s snowing out there and it is really cold out there.”

“Snow…” I shivered, remembering that dream from all those weeks ago. I had proof now that Kakkarot wasn’t from Furiza’s twisted ranks…but…maybe? That pod had something to do with my mate’s disappearance? Maybe he was beginning to remember? Maybe that was why… “He missed his heat…”

Raditzu paused halfway between the table that was already staked high with food. “Did he?”

He knew something. “Raditzu…”

“He will tell you himself, if you haven’t figured it out yourself.” Raditzu warned, glowering back over at his prince. “Don’t try to get it out of me cause I’ll take the secret to my grave!”

I almost laughed at my caretaker’s words. “Are you sure you don’t need help?” I asked once more, just to be sure, but my attention was absorbed by the sounds coming from the front of the house. A door opening, closing…voices…one of them was my mate’s. “Kakkarot…”

Raditzu laughed at me when I charged from the kitchen, forgetting all about helping the pregnant member of our pack. “Kakkarot!” I growled, stopping just before Napa and the rather pale looking Kakkarot. “WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!”

“Uh…out…” He said looking abashed. “I’m sorry…Napa told me that you were…upset. I could feel it though…I’m so sorry.” He wraped his arms around my waist, pulling me close. I could smell the scent of nature on him and I couldn’t help but purr. I loved the way he smelled after spending time outside. “We’re going to go to our room…right now…”

“No…” Kakkarot contradicted my order.

“NO!” I wasn’t really angry, I was more worried and concerned by his answer. “Why?”

“Uh…breakfast!” He exclaimed pointing towards the kitchen as if that were an answer! Food, feh! Who needed food? Sexual gratification was a must have.

“Cub…” Napa growled, eyes shifting to Goku as if trying to scare him into something.

“I-I’ve something to tell you…after we eat…” Goku said and I could feel his muscles tensing under my hands. He was very nervous. I could even smell it on him now. Sneezing at the stench of it, I step away from him. “Fine…we’ll eat…go clean up, your clothes are a bit ratty. I’ll be down in the kitchen, helping Raditzu…”

“Yes, my prince.” Goku said respectfully, sending a shiver up my spine. I loved it when he called me his prince…in fact…sometimes it made me aroused. Forgetting Gou’s words, I disappeared back into the kitchen.

“Is your mate okay?” Raditzu asked, smiling from the place he had taken up at the table. “Breakfast is almost done…just boiling some tea…if you would like some.”

I frowned at him, “He is fine…but…he is hiding something, you all are, and you won’t tell me, and it is starting to tick me off.”

“Don’t worry about it…it is nothing too serious.” Raditzu said with a knowing grin. Oh, how I hated that grin at times, and this was one of those times! If he knew something, why couldn’t he tell me? It had to be that Goku was getting his memories back! Why else would he be isolating himself? He must be feeling very confused right now. Goku HAD been feeling distraught, confused…upset, and it wasn’t because he had discovered that his parents were dead, had died saving him. “Will you lighten up, Vegeta? You’re glowering like you’re going to kill something!”

I would have said that I might just kill something, but my attention was drawn away once more. My mate had just reentered the kitchen. His hair was damp and he was wearing the tight pants and silk shirt that I had gotten for him when I had been in heat. “Kakkarot…” When ever he wore that outfit…he always had my complete attention, no matter what was going on around me. I couldn’t help but watch that wonderful body moving…stretching…

“Vegeta…” His large, warm hand, slid through my upswept hair, and I purred like a kitten. That always felt so good. Closing my eyes, I allowed him to pet me in front of the rest of the pack, not even caring that Gohan was watching. I felt so good right now.

“Scoot over so I can sit next to you.” Goku said and I complied at once, pulling a chair up to the table with him. “What’s for breakfast?”

I didn’t answer him, the food being passed around already. Just like water would on the sun, the food evaporated at an amazing rate. It should have given me a hint as to what was wrong with my mate, he ate twice as much food as he usually did.

After the table was cleared and the dishes washed, dried, and placed away in the cupboards, Kakkarot led me away back to our bedroom. Gohan had followed, wanting to play with his father, but I kept him away with a gentle warning. Gentle in my own way…Kakkarot had glowered at me when I had told Gohan to go fight Napa or I’d kick his ass from here to his mother’s house.

After being admonished for my use of profanity around a cub, I was sat upon the bed. I had thought for a brief moment, that we were about to make up for lost time and have sex right then and there, but when Kakkarot just stood before me, looking slightly sick, worried and very much afraid I realized that there was really something wrong. What ever was going on was much worse then I had previously though.

“I don’t know how to tell you, Vegeta…I am afraid that you’ll be mad at me.” He started after moments of silence.

“Well, just tell me!” I prodded wanting to know what would make my mate act like this…he should know by now…that I loved him. Maybe in the past I would have reacted poorly, but now…by Kami’s name sake!

“This is the reason why I ran away again…” He whispered tears coming to his eyes.

“Don’t…don’t cry Kakkarot…” I whispered, taking his hand in mine.

“You were just yelling at me, that’s why I am afraid to tell you…” He informed me.

“I yell at everyone!” I tell him, “Just tell me…please? You’re making me worry.”

“Vegeta…”

“Yes?”

“I’m…” He paused, tears slowly falling from his eyes and I want nothing more than to tell him to forget about telling me and just wrap my arms around him. To kiss him…to taste those salty tears upon his lips, upon his cheeks…but…he was talking again and I froze. “I’m with child…”

He…just…I…pregnant? Cub? I’m going to be a father?

“So…how did he take the news?” Raditzu asked, walking in quite suddenly.

“He just passed out!”

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Yes, yes, I know that this chapter isn\'t very good. I pulled this one out of my ass. I\'ve been sooooo very busy of late! *SOBS* It isn\'t going to get any better, at least not for a while, so I am trying to finish this soon! So stay tuned for the end of this drama! Thanks to you VERY few who review...