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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans	By : cueball2 Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 5023 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Chapter 10: Sugar High Part 2

    I wake up in the middle of the night salivating, having dreamt about something sweet. I
get up and enter into the kitchen and pull the fudge cakes from the fridge. The delicious
looking cakes were moved out of the freezer earlier that day. Knife in hand, plate ready, and
scoop ready; I delve into the mouthwatering, soft, spongy, divinely chocolate cake. Grabbing
the scooper, I heap some ice cream on my huge slice. Sitting down, I grab it with both hands,
stuffing it into my mouth.
POV: Vegeta

    I sit here being commanded to eat by the only other full blooded Saiyan on earth. That last
phone call from his ex-wife has appeared to sever the last thread of his sanity. We have finished the cake. And now he just sits there grinning like a loon and purrs! His
purr quickly changes to a growl when I get up out of my chair. I approach him calmly, the
action seeming to appease him. When I am close enough, he pulls me to him, and teleports us
to our sparring grounds.

    "Now we fight." he says as he throws me through the air. He then
flies at me, his right fist ready to strike. I steady myself and dodge his attack, swinging my
left leg in a roundhouse kick. Kakarott shimmers away, appearing behind me his punch
landing hard in between my shoulder blades, followed by grabbing my right leg and spinning
me around and projecting me into the side of a spire. We fought for an hour, punching and
kicking and blocking.

    Kakaraott fighting dirty! I never thought I would see the day. I take advantage of my
many years of previous experience in this 'style', and resort to my old tactics. Taking
advantage of my body's smaller size, and my speed, I shimmer in front of him and fire an
energy blast point blank into his face... Or so I thought. As it turns out, it was just an after
image. I sweep the area like a lighthouse with my aura, searching for his location.

    I suddenly
feel something against my back, my arms and legs restrained; A warm body binding all my
members, preventing me from escape. It is then that I hear him whisper in my ear: "Mine."
He then grates his canines across the surface of my skin, where my neck and shoulder meet.
My eyes widen in panic. Before he has a chance to bite, I power up to my maximum,
throwing him some distance from me. I know that he will win if I do not do something fast. I
do not want him to claim me as a mate, my pride will not allow it.

Quickly he charges at me. I send an uppercut to his jaw, making him dizzy for a moment.
Now I move in and roundhouse him in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.
Catching him as he falls, I am reminded of when I carried him up to his room when he was
sobbing like a little child.

I flew home with him on my back. With him slung over my shoulder, I carry him to his
room. I tuck him in. Glancing back as I exit his room, I see a look of childlike innocence on
his face. The man does have an innocence to him, that must be protected. Unlike myself who
grew up, being tortured and sexually abused by Freeza and his cohorts, he has lived here, on
this planet he and the humans call Earth. He was not exposed to the tyranny and bloodshed I
had to endure. For some reason, I take it upon myself to be his protector. I was born the
Saiyan Prince after all. But to me, for some reason, it is more personal than that. Me protect
him? I chuckle at the thought. Turning I close the door and head to bed, the fight tiring me,
and the sugar high has begun its decline.
POV: Trunks
After eating breakfast Goten and I go check on Goku. Our dads had a late night fight, no
doubt caused by all the dessert they ate, and the mounting tensions between them. Goku is
still has not awakened, and it's after nine in the morning. I turn on the television to find some
interesting Saturday morning cartoons. Goten being an artist, enjoys animation. My dad has
been behaving differently lately. His sweet tooth seems to have grown immensely and his
scent has changed. It would seem dad is in heat.
As I flip through the channels, I come across news that plane flight 242 has crashed, no
survivors. My dad enters the room at this moment and hears the news. That would explain
Goku's momentary scream in his sleep about an hour ago, the plane crashed about that time.
POV: Goten
Trunks and I were watching a cartoon after the news when Dad walked into the room,
saying: "Chichi, your mother, is dead." "Dad, I know. It was on the news. The plane to
Paris crashed on the way there." I said. "Trunks lets go train." I said, as I walked out of the
back door.

Back outside, we begin our spar, trading kicks, head butts, and punches. After three hours
of this, we are called to lunch. Today we have decided to eat outside under the warm sun. A
gentle, cool breeze blowing from the the east; contrasting with the warm rays, creating a
delicate balance. The food has placed buffet style in the kitchen, all varieties of food has been
prepared.
It seems every time we have these barbecues, something bad always seems to happen. Dad
mounds a huge mountain of food on his plate, since he missed the previous meal. He eats his
lunch, quietly and keeps to himself, but at least his appetite has returned to normal. Vegeta
sits in his seat eating his food while observing my dad. His concern showing, despite his
efforts to mask it. Vegeta is not one to reveal his emotions to others, except for his anger.
Trunks' Grandfather, on his mother's side, gets up to get another helping of food and hasn't
come back for a while. I can hear laugher and greetings at the front door of the house, as
someone has pulled into the driveway. Trunks, myself and Vegeta head for more food. We
see Trunks substitute teacher, Appuru, and his Grandfather talking to each other, with the
teacher signing and the other speaking. "Appuru, meet my family." He says. Appuru takes
a sip up his cup of hot cocoa, since he doesn't like coffee, and when he turns around he nods
to each of us. But when he sees Vegeta, his cup falls out of his hand, to the floor and shatters,
accentuating the look of utter surprise on his face.
To be continued...
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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Chapter 10: Sugar High Part 2