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The History of Kalika	By : jaygoose Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 1718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The History of Kalika

Author�s Note:

I don�t own Dragonball Z. (Duh, because if I did I would be too busy
counting my millions to be writing this.)

This fic is Rated R.
(Because I can�t help myself.)

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The Prologue

Even in the dark, he could
still make out the smaller figure of the Saiyan Prince. They walked along in
silence, like they always did. Vegeta at all times leading the way, Goku was
just content to follow. The Earth raised Saiyan was always hesitant during
these times. He never understood what exactly was going on even though Vegeta
had explained it to him millions of times. They were in a lush jungle or
something of the sort. The two of them drawn forward by some
unknown force. Goku had learned not to question it, and Vegeta of course
had always just gone with the flow. There was something they were meant to see
and there was no point in fighting it.

An aristocratic nose cringed
in distaste. It wasn�t that the prince had never smelled blood before it had
just been so long since he had smelled so much of it. Goku on the other hand
seemed oblivious to the coppery tint to the air. He was all too fascinated by
the clear night sky. It reminded the younger man of his childhood home in the
mountains. It wasn�t until his ears picked up the sound of Vegeta�s small
growl that he noticed the foul smell of the air. Vegeta didn�t utter a word, he
just kept walking and Goku found himself wondering why they didn�t just fly.

Vegeta�s face creased into
his trademark smirk, he was positive that �The Baka� was wondering why they
didn�t just fly on ahead. Kakarot�s thought had just been a flicker across
prince�s mind. The big dunce never seemed to remember a thing that the prince
told him. They couldn�t fly. Not now. They would have to walk, but it wouldn�t
long now. They were getting closer. He could smell it.

It was about ten minutes
later when they reached the edge of the tropical forest and just a head were
the beginnings of a metropolitan area, some what similar to their home, West City. But Goku knew that this was nothing like home.
Something told him that they were much further away. The smell of blood was
stronger here and now he could finally see why. The city had been laid to
waste. And what he only could guess as human bodies were strewn about. Fires
still raged out of control and broken power lines snaked across highways
littered with wrecked cars. Earth�s greatest champion turned in the direction
of the Saiya-jin no Ouji. He
didn�t seem to be affected by the carnage and mass destruction at all.

�Of course he wouldn�t.� Goku thought.

The dark prince just turned
and smirked at his companion. He continued to lead the way in silence. They
passed by ruined stores and office buildings. Demolished streets and gutted
homes. They even passed through what could have once been a school. It was hard
to tell for sure now. After what seemed like hours, maybe because it had been,
the cunning ouji now had a better grasp of things. It wasn�t as late as he had
first suspected. It would be sunrise soon. The sky was already changing. They
were coming to the end of the city streets and entering the countryside.
Kakarot still remained strangely quiet. It wasn�t like him at all nevertheless
Vegeta kept his stride. They would be there soon; he could feel it.

Goku turned up his nose at
the smell of burnt grass and wood and of course the unpleasant smell of vital
human body fluids. The forest was filled with an ominous smoke that the he had
mistaken at first for fog. But the sun was too bright from what he could tell.
The third class Saiyan noted that most of the trees were charred and broken and
there were large gashes in the ground. The apparent fight had extended to this
once lush land and the battle scars were proof of it. Goku was so entranced by
the sheer and utter level of discord in the eerily silent woods that he hadn�t
noticed that Vegeta had stopped walking. Proving this by nearly running the
royal over causing a low growl to erupt from the smaller male.

�Ve--�

Vegeta was kneeling now,
examining some sort of strange weapon that was buried in a smaller tear in the
earth.

�What is it?� The raven
haired Saiyan asked.

�How should I know?� Vegeta
asked his voice dripping with trademark condescendence.

Vegeta stood up, holding the
weapon and staring at it incredulously. It was some sort of staff. Green and
gold in color and at it very top some sort of large, rounded blade, hollow in
the middle, and engraved with some weird designs and symbols. The outer edge
looked to be extremely sharp. Not even the experienced warrior prince had never
seen anything like it before. He could tell that that idiot Kakarot was
intrigued by the strange etchings as well. The taller Saiyan�s ebony tail
swayed behind him and his brow was knit in concentration.

�Do you know what they
mean?� Goku asked innocently.

�Isn�t not Saiyan, Kakarot.� The chestnut haired prince said while still
regarding the odd staff. �And it is
nothing that I have ever encountered before.� He finished before Goku could
ask.

�It is of your world
Kakarot, though I would not expect you to know it.� Vegeta said with a scoff.

It was true Goku only knew
Japanese and a passable amount of English that Bulma had taught him as a boy
and that which Gohan had been able to expand on. It seemed like everyone around
him had a better grasp on everything, but even the mighty Prince of all Saiyans
was at a loss on this one. Goku gave a small smile at that.

�What are smiling at clown?�
Vegeta interrupted Goku�s silent victory.

�Oh!� Goku said pulling his
hand to the back of his head in his classic �Uncomfortable Goku� pose.
�Nothing.� A nervous chuckle.

Vegeta gave an annoyed grunt
and continued on the beaten path forward. Though still smoky, Goku could still make
out the figure of his flame haired companion and kept up.

�Uh,
Geta.�

The Saiyan royal stopped
dead in his tracks. He hated it when that idiot excuse of a third class baka
shortened his name in such a way. �Geta?�
That wasn�t his name and Kakarot knew it. He did it just to get a rise out of
him. But deep down the surly male knew that that was the same reason he had
insisted on calling the long lost Saiyan by his birth name, even though Goku
had made it clear every time that he hated it. But what Vegeta had not yet
realized was that Goku actually didn�t mind being called Kakarot by the prince.
He rather liked it. It was their thing. He was Kakarot and the angry prince was
Geta. It was part of their strange bond; the sparing, the insults, the Getas
and the Kakarots.

�What?� the diminutive
prince growled.

�I think we�re here.�

Vegeta turned around to find
the leader of the Z fighters walking in a completely different direction. There
was a house that the he hadn�t even noticed there before. From a distance, he
could see spent flames licking at broken windows and a caved in roof. He
inhaled deeply, practically tasting the blood in his mouth. This was the place
where the battle had ended. And that�s when he heard it.

At first he was sure that
they had stumbled upon some wounded animal that had been unlucky enough to
cross the path of the people responsible for this damage. But he soon
discovered the source of the Kami awful wail. He and Kakarot stumbled numbly to
the side of the battered house and discovered what looked to be a young woman
crumbled on her hands and knees.

In front of her lay bodies
of what could only be guessed as loved ones. The sounds she was making, they
had to be. The proud prince cringed at the sound. She did not seem to notice
their presence. Her anguished cries melting into quite sobs and sniffles.
Vegeta looked on in quite awe, his annoyed expression melted a way in
realization. Goku, on the other hand, was obviously confused. He didn�t
understand. He never did. Vegeta briefly wondered how he hadn�t noticed.

The seemingly last remaining
inhabitant of this mystery town was now shaking the body of one of the dead
ones, uttering things that the younger Saiyan could not understand. Goku opened
his mouth to speak but thought better of it. He noticed that Vegeta was now
approaching the girl and his eyes turned to her. Her back was facing them,
apparently she didn�t know that they were there, or didn�t care. Then out of
the corner of his eye; something moved sluggishly behind her. Not her hair,
tied in a white ribbon, it was long but stopped at her waist. This movement was
a little lower.

�A tail. She has a tail.� He thought.

Just as the thought entered
his mind he knew that Vegeta had made the same observation. The prince had
always been more observant then him. He had always been the smarter of the two.
But what was he doing now?

Vegeta was in some weird
sort of trance. The odd weapon that he had continued carrying fell from his
hand and the traitorous appendage began reaching out for the mystery girl.
However before the prince�s gloved hand finally rested on the sobbinrl�srl�s
tattered shoulder--

The girl with the monkey
tail turned around with a speed that not even Vegeta was prepared for. And just as suddenly he was looking into a
pair of striking brown eyes that held a sadness the seemed so very familiar.
Goku looked on in shocked silence. The girl raised her hand up slowly directly
in front of the prince�s face. Fingers touching, palm flat. A familiar pose.

�A�ole.�
She said in a quivering voice.

And the last thing Vegeta
saw was a flash of blinding light.

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The chestnut haired Saiyan
sprung from his bed with a strangled scream. His chest heaved with exertion and
a thin layer of sweat covered his brow. It took a minute or two before he
noticed that his phone was ringing. He picked it up and raised it to his ear
with a shaky hand.

�Hello?�

�Geta!�

It was that idiot Kakarot.
For some reason the gentle natured Saiyan always felt the need to call his
�friend� after one of their �experiences�.

�Are you alright?� Goku asked finally.

�Of course I�m alright,
clown. It was only a dream.�

�I know, but--you--� Goku took a deep breath. �Who was she--I mean do you know her?�

The Saiya-jin
no Ouji sighed heavily.

�You seemed to.� The quiet voice said shyly.

Damned Kakarot
always seemed to notice everything.

�No, I don�t
know who she is.�

Strangely enough
he was telling the truth. Though, he could see why Kakarot would think otherwise.
He had reached out to the girl. Totally uncharacteristic of the battle hardened
warrior prince. For a split second, he had sympathized with the girl and that
weakness had ostensibly cost him his life. Vegeta growled low his throat, Goku
ignored him.

�She was a Saiyan, wasn�t she?� Goku asked.

�So?� Vegeta
replied.

�But--�

�It�s still
late, Kakarot.� Vegeta said, his voice sagging with exhaustion. �I�m going back
to bed. We can talk about this tomorrow.�

Vegeta could
practically see the disappointed look on the other man�s face.

�Well, okay--,� Goku finally conceded. �Goodnight.�

Vegeta hung up
the phone and found himself hoping that neither Bulma
or the kids had heard his undignified screaming from their bedrooms. He buried
his head underneath the pillows and waon son sound asleep.

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Author�s Note:

Well should I
continue or should I let it die?

Aww, c�mon! I
know you�re curious as to what exactly is going on? I mean what�s up with
Vegeta and Goku? Are they sharing dreams of something? And who is this mystery
girl? And why was it so important for Goku and Vegeta to see this?

So what should I
do? Huh? Huh? (Review. Hint, hint.)

P.S. And yes I jacked the title from a popular DBZ movie
<cough> the history of trunks<cough>

P.P.S. And if there are any questions on what exactly I am trying to do, such
as the time period, circumstances etc. I will be happy to answer them. That is
unless they will be revealed in the story later on.
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