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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:

Wow�I got 78 reviews in
total from everywhere I posted this. I am so krunk (excited)! Thanks you guys!

Oh and I don�t own
Dragonball Z�but with enough hair gel I shall soon have Goku�s
hairstyle�.MUHAAHAAHAAHAAA!

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Saiyan Mating Habits

Lately, in his dreams there
never were bloodthirsty, power hungry villains. There weren�t even mean people.
Everything was happy, everything was perfect. There were just his friends:
Master Roshi, Krillin and Eighteen, Yamcha, Tien, Chaotzu, Bulma and her
parents, Piccolo, and Trunks and Bra, his boys Goten and Gohan and even his
granddaughter Pan. Sometimes even Seventeen, when he had time. They would
usually be at a picnic or something with tons and tons of food. Ahh�those were
great dreams.

But the best dreams were the
one when he was sparring�with Vegeta. Now those dreams were the best. If there
was one thing he loved more than food and parties it had to be sparring. The battles
in his dreams were epic. In his, dreams he could really cut loose. And
sometimes he was even allowed to stay around afterward. Vegeta would look at
him with the same smirk that he�d been wearing from the day they�d first met.

The smirk
that Goku had secretly loved so much. Though, he never really been sure why. The Prince would be standing there
just radiating enough heat to be his own sun. They never spoke much in his
dreams. There never really seemed to be a need. It was never difficult and
frustrating. Not like in real life where when ever he was around the Prince he
always found a way to embarrass himself by saying something utterly stupid. In
his dreams he never over thought every thing that came out of his mouth. Why
was it that in real life he was never that way around anyone else but the
Prince? Every thing was just relaxed and easier.

After there marathon
tussles, he and the Prince would sometimes spend quality time together in his
subconscious�s version the woods near Mount Paozu. They did things that Goku knew would never happen
in the real world, so he treasured these dreams more than anything else. Sometimes
they would fish; sometimes they would just do nothing. But
then sometimes when they would�do�other things. Things
that at first had troubled the larger Saiyan. But as these more mature
dreams began to occur more and more often Goku had become accustomed to and
even expectant of them.

Okay, so he had really been
in the dark about the whole male/male intimacy thing. And
when he had been abruptly exposed to it that time in the woods, via Kalika�s
dad�s journal�well, that had been terribly embarrassing. Well, it wasn�t like
he had been informed about it ahead of time. Hell, he had even had to play it
by ear on his honeymoon night with ChiChi. Luckily, the woman had been reading
up on the matter before hand. That ChiChi, she was always reading up on
something. Goku on the other hand was a man of instinct; he acted first and
asked questions later. That could have ended up horribly in that case.

******

The eternally childlike
Saiyan grinned and more drool pooled
on the pillow. He stretched out his long legs and his toes curled in on
themselves. He pale peach skin flushed, coloring the bridge of his nose a rosy
shade. His long eyelashes fluttered. But he never opened his eyes. Wouldn�t dare. Why would he�It was just getting to the good
part.

******

Vegeta was the aggressor most of the time. There
would be some awkward moment and then there he was staring at him with that
same superior stare. But, there was always something different there, just
behind the Prince�s coffee colored gaze, something just... And then the damned
smirk of his would grow into a grin and full one. And all of a sudden Goku would
find himself on his back with the smaller Saiyan on top of him�smirking.

The
Prince�s small but powerful hand ripped the fabric of his trademark orange and
blue Gi and soon wonderfully ungloved hands were burning paths up down his
heaving chest. And before he knew it, those same hot little hands had found
their way to the waistband of his pants and were now pulling them down with a little
help on his part, of course. Vegeta�s hands were now wrapped around one very impressive
erection (if he said so himself). Vegeta had begun stroking the writhing Saiyan
underneath him in slow, lazy movements. Goku was reduced to biting his bottom lip to bleeding in
hopes of not crying out.

Why
was this exactly?

And
just as the heat had begun to coil in his belly and he could feel it� (It was
right there just a little�)

�Hey there boys!� A familiar voice chirped

And
Vegeta stopped and look up.

�Having
fun?�

It
was damned girl�Kalika! Damn her! With this little interruption, the Prince
ceased all that wonderful attention he had been giving poor Goku and got up. He
just laid there in utter disbelief. This could not be happening. The outraged
Saiyan was forced to watch his Prince leave with that damned rude, interrupting�girl.

�Hey!�
The taller Saiyan pouted. �What about me!�

******

A pair of big, black, slightly blood shot eyes sprung open
instantly. A highly confused Saiyan male sat up in his bed and ran his hand through
his spiky sleep mussed hair. Goku to a deep breath and came to his senses�and
then growled.

This was the third time this week that he�d had this dream
and it was definitely no fun. He looked underneath the covers to find himself
hard as he�s ever been. His angry face suddenly turn to one of despair.

�Chi!� he whined loudly.

******

It was a beautiful day. The
birds were singing, the sun was shinning, and all was right with the world.
Kalika had decided to take a day off her training with the mighty Prince of
Saiyans. Thank Kami! After every session, lately, he was practically jumping
her and ruining quite a few of her favorite shirts.

Okay, it had been kinda cute
at first, but now it was getting kinda old. Damn that, all hail the Prince of
Saiyans bullshit�That man could be a fucking annoying little shit sometimes. But, nope not today.

She�d even worn one of her
favorites in celebration of the rare occasion: �PARENTAL ADVISORY: EXPLICT CONTENT�. The raven-haired girl
continued down the hall towards the stairwell, her tail swishing happily behind
her. Today was the first day that she�d felt this good
in long time.

�Hiyah
Trunks.� She said as she passed
the lavender haired Demi. Who at the moment, was standing in the doorway of his
bedroom running his hands through sleep tasseled hair.

Trunks stopped dead in his
tracks. His eyelids drooped drastically and he was damned near drooling.

�What is that fantastic smell?�

He had been on his way to
the kitchen for a snack, when he had smelt something that was even better than
his grandma�s world famous cakes. It started off smelling like milk and honey.
A common smell but there was something else�something he couldn�t quite place.
He glanced in the direction of the retreating Saiyan whose tail was currently
swaying through the air quite enticingly. He hadn�t seen her around in a while.
Kalika was looking especially good today. O. Kay. What in the hell was wrong
with him today?

�Kalika?� Trunks purred�seductively?

The girl turned around
slowly and stared at him with the strangest expression on her face.

�Trunks?� She was able to get the one word out before the
purring began.

�What in the hell?�

�Trunks?�

The young prince�s hand fell
limply from his hair to his side, his narrowed blue eyes locking with the wide
honeyed brown ones just a few feet away from him. A low rumbling erupted from
his throat. It was like he was in some sort of trance and all reason had been
thrown out the window.

�I like your shirt.� He said
through and huge feral grin.

�Uh�� She sounded so
retarded purring and talking at the same time. �Thanks.�

She was completely baffled
by the look the young Demi Prince was giving her.

�Umm�Are you feeling okay,
Trunks.�

�Oh,� He said that same far
away look still in his eyes. �I�m feeling great.�

�Now that was an extremely dorky thing to say.� They both
thought.

�What the hell is wrong with me!?� Trunks thought.

Just as he was about to open
his mouth to apologize for his abnormal behavior the door at the other end of
the hall swung open. It was his father�s door. Humm�that was strange, his
father was never in his room.

The spiky head of the Saiyan
Prince peeped out into the hall and he sniffed the air experimentally. Vegeta�s
narrowed eyes instantly widened and he immediately locked eyes with his son.
The following growl caused both of the young Saiyans to freeze on the spot.
Kalika didn�t even bother to turn around to see where the sound had come from.
She knew that growl anywhere.

Trunks watching in stunned
silence as Kalika was promptly lifted and slung over the shoulder of the Ouji
and carried back toward the Prince�s bedroom.

�Vegeta!� She screamed and kicked. �Put me down! You promised
me the day off!�

From the opening in the door
Trunks could see that his father had tossed the girl onto his bed and she
immediately sprung up and went for the door. The purple haired boy smirked at
the girl�s doomed attempt at escape. There was no getting away from his father
when he was dead set on something. He�d seen his mother fail at it plenty of
times while growing up. His view of the humorous scene was brought to an end by
the abrupt slamming of the door. Trunks just scratched his head and continued
on his way to the kitchen in total disregard of his previous hormonal black
out.

�This must be what happens when you start getting
some on a regular basis.�

He grinned in approval of
the perfectly acceptable explanation and then started humming happily to
himself to block out the sound of Kalika�s outraged screaming in the
background.

�VEGETA! That was a new shirt, you ass!�

******

How in the HIFL had he ended
up on his hands and knees sneaking around in the bushes? I mean, what the
hell�He was Son Gohan�a Super Saiyan. The same guy that had beaten Cell when he
was only eleven years old. He didn�t have to hide from anybody. What the hell
was he doing crawling around on the ground like a mercenary? He was a 26 year
old, conservative, straight-laced college professor. Exactly what his mother
had wanted him to be. He should have more respect for himself. Dende�

This was all Piccolo�s fault of course. He had been the one to teach him
how to camouflage himself so well, even in broad daylight. Yep, it was
Piccolo�s fault. He wouldn�t even be out here doing this if he�d thought he
wouldn�t be able to get away with it.

No, better yet, it was all
Videl�s fault. It was the third day in the University�s Spring Vacation and he
had only seen his wife once when she wasn�t sleeping. She claimed that
she was busy with a fundraiser or something for some museum exhibit.

Fundraiser, his monkey
tailed ass. Sometimes, his wife�s blatant disregard of his Saiyan heritage
worked in the Demi�s favor. Not even the most violently foul body wash could
hide the scent of deceit.

Okay, so she was actually at
a museum. But it was no ordinary museum. It was one of those outdoors�romantic
museums�with an ancient Japanese samurai exhibit at that. Well�maybe it wasn�t
all that romantic but she didn�t look like she was planning a fundraiser to
him. There she was over by the sword exhibit smiling�and laughing. She never
laughed at his jokes anymore. What the hell was so funny? I mean this guy
looked even more boring that he did.

Dammit!

He made a mental note to get
a haircut�Something trendy. He pushed his glasses back up on his nose. He made
a mental note to go see the optometrist�Contacts were much trendier than dorky
glass, right?

The dark haired Demi
shuffled along in the grass. He looked down and grimaced at the squishy feeling
of moisture seeping through his pants. He really had to cut this out. This was
not how normal people behaved. Spying on there perfectly faithful wives at museum
exhibits. Their perfectly faithful wives that had inched over into a secluded
corner with the guy that looked entirely more boring then they were and had
commenced to make out.

�What the fuck!� He said
springing to his feet.

This of course caused
everyone to turn around and stare at him and start mumbling idiot rich people
things like �Well, I never!� and �Security!� Videl of course knew instantly
where and who that rather loud obscenity had come from and was now staring at
her husband with wide blue eyes.

�Gohan!� She shrieked. �What are you doing here?!�

The Demi Saiyan could not
even grate out a response. He just growled. Loudly. His hair was flickering
from black to gold and his eyes had already changed to a more menacing teal
color. The one and only daughter of the infamous Mister Satan just stared. Her
once indignant attitude quickly changed to one of absolute fear. She followed
her husband�s line of sight. He wasn�t look at her at all; his eyes were
focused on the man she was with. The man he had just caught her with. Videl swallowed
hard and tried to breathe.

His head snapped around and
he locked eyes with her. The museum fell absolutely silent. The only sound was
that of the Saiyan�s tail snapping angrily in the air behind him. The security guards
had stopped instantly when they saw the state of the once mild mannered college
professor. He was glowing gold and light and electricity crackled about him.
The ground was even shaking. This was definitely not good. They weren�t trained
for this.

�Honey, please calm down.�
She squeaked.

A primal roar escaped Gohan�s
mouth. �Don�t you dare tell me to calm down!� He screamed.

�Uh�si�sir�could you�um�please��
One of the visibly frightened security guards tried to
say. �I�m going to have to ask you to leave!� He finally got out.

�Videl!� The boring looking man asked stuttering slightly. �Who�
is this?�

�Her
husband, you jackass!� Gohan
barked at the man, who promptly proceed to piss himself. �How
dare you even think about putting your hands on her?!�

The man just trembled and
tripped over his feet, landing on his ass and whimpering.

�I didn�t�She didn�t�I didn�t
know she was married!� he sobbed.

�Gohan!� A familiar voice echoed throughout the area.

It was Piccolo; Gohan didn�t
even have to turn around to acknowledge the green man. The light and energy the
Demi was producing instantly dissipated and he turned back to his wife with
narrowed black eyes.

�I�Gohan�� Videl tried.

�I don�t think that this is
the place for this, Gohan.� Piccolo offered.

Gohan just started at his
wife with teary eyes.

�Seven years!� He said through
gritted teeth. �You throw away seven years for this asshole!�

The accused woman did have a
word to say in her defense. She just sighed in defeat. Her face was red in
embarrassment and her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. All the blood in
her body had accumulated in his head and she couldn�t take it anymore.

�Ahhhh!� She screamed. �This is why! This is exactly why I
turned to someone else. You�re nothing but an animal Gohan! You�re disgusting!
All you ever want to do is fight. You never think to solve anything with something
other than your fists. And you�ve turned my daughter into a monster just like
you!�

Gohan face changed instantly,
his tail stopped abruptly. His visage went pale and the tears that he had been
trying so hard to hold back finally slipped free. He was in utter shock. Piccolo
flinched slightly at the previous onslaught; he had been taken by surprise as
well. The Namekian growled out his displeasure, but Gohan was at his side
before he could even open his mouth.

�No, Piccolo.� The Professor
said suddenly calm.

The silence was deafening. All
that could be heard was the sound of breathing. Everyone was scared to more an inch.
Gohan and Videl just stared at one another. Years of friendship and marriage
and this was really how it was ending. It didn�t make any sense to the man. He
always done everything she wanted. He�d given up fighting, well as much as was
physically possible for a Saiyan. He settled down and packed away his Saiyaman costume
for good. They had even started a family together. Not that he regretted his beloved
daughter in the least. But�He had given up everything for her and this is how
she repaid him. By making his feel like her was nothing but some freak of
nature just because of what he�d been born. By betraying the vows that she�d
insisted on them taking. It just didn�t make any sense. Had he really been that
wrong about her? He growled low in his throat in frustration.

�Videl, I think that you
should have your things out of my house before I get back.�

�Wha�� The woman said in
shock.

�There is nothing else to
say.� Gohan interrupted her before she could say anything else.

In truth he did know what he
would do if she had said anything else so hurtful.

�Pan is at Capsule Corp. so
you won�t have to worry with her.� He finished.

The blue eyed lady�s eyes
narrowed in challenge. �Fine! I�ll be at my father�s.�

�Andrew!� She screeched.

The boring looking man
crawled up off the ground and trailed behind the retreating woman.

�Gohan?� Piccolo tried.

�I�m fine!� He barked.

The Demi Saiyan looked
around at the stunned audience that he and his�wife had created. The looks of disgust
and fear on their faces. Tears burned his eyes and threatened to leak out. Was
that how his one and only love had always seen him? How had he not seen this in
all these years? And if it was really true, why did she stay with him? Why did
she have his child? Gohan had never been so confused in all of his life. Piccolo
could practically feel the emotions churning inside of the younger man that was
standing in front of him.

�Si�sir�� One of the security
guard squeaked.

�BACK OFF!!� Piccolo
bellowed.

The guard fell back on his
ass. Gohan�s head snapped up in response, his eyes were red and puffy.

�I think I should go.� He said
quietly.

Piccolo nodded.

And with those final words
Gohan blasted off into the fading sky.

******

She watched him out of the
corner of her eye. He was dancing. Not full on dancing�more like prancing. He
was prancing. Prancing around the kitchen and there was no music playing. Her
son, Trunks Vegeta Briefs, the boy who never danced let alone pranced, was
hopping around her kitchen humming happily to himself. Well, he was fixing a
rather large sandwich, but he did that all the time, definitely no reason for
him to be prancing around her kitchen humming.

Well that was strange, it
was only a week ago that her lavender haired son was mopping around the house
and locking him self in his room listening to depressing music rather loudly.

�Well,� The
blue eyed scientist thought. �That was
until Goten came by.�

Bulma knew that her son and
Goten had always been close, but upon reaching their teenage years the boys had
seemed to grow apart. Goten had become more focused on fighting while Trunks
had strived to excel intellectually. He had become one of the best employees
the blue haired woman had a Capsule Corp. Though, he was only technically a
part time employee.

Oddly enough though, the
youngest Son had been spending an awful lot of time with her child. Mostly up
in the teen�s room with loud, not so depressing music playing. They were fools
if they thought that she didn�t know what they had been up to. (The excess
number of dirty sheets in the laundry had been an indication as well.) She had
been a teenager once. And in all honesty she was happy for them. However, she
was even happier that Trunks was no longer dating that stuck up bitch girl
Ollie. She smiled in delight. Ol� Ollie had always hated her given nickname.

�My name is Olivia!� Bulma could just hear the girl�s whinny voice in her
head.

So what if her son was
dating his best friend who just happened to be a boy. She knew that it was only
natural. Something she had learned the hard way. Saiyans had to be with their
own kind. Either that, or they�d drive the one they were with absolutely crazy.

Just as she�d finished the thought
her dear son lifted his head up from his insanely large sandwich and spoke with
a mouthful�

�ChiChi and Goten are here.�
He said with a messy smile.

She was used to this by now.
Decades of experience with Saiyans. Their hearing and sense of smell were
impeccable. She was about to comment on this when her back door flung open and
there stood Son Goten with an armful of bags.

�Goten?� Trunks said
surprised. �What�s with all the bags? I thought you were only staying for the
weekend.

The lavender haired Demi
walked over to his �friend� and that�s when he noticed the pained expression on
his face.

�They aren�t my bags.� Goten
said gritting his teeth. �They�re mom�s.�

�That�s right!� ChiChi said
bursting into the kitchen all red faced and heaving, and lugging even more
bags.� I�ve finally done it�I finally left Goku!�

******

The squirming girl grabbed
for one of the pillows on the Prince�s bed and buried her face into it. When
that hadn�t worked, she threw it aside, knocking over a lamp and grabbed at the
top of the mattress and held on for dear life.

�Ahhhh�fuck!� Kalika said
through gritted teeth. �Ahhhh�Vegeta!�

The stubborn male had
ignored the fact that with every one of his harried thrusts, the Saiyan girl�s
head was banging rather loudly against the headboard. She�d bitten her lip
twice. He had also overlooked the fact that he was surely leaving finger shaped
bruises from his death grip on her hips. She knew that by the end of this, she
would be bruised from head to toe.

The Hawaiian girl�s eyes
went wide in shock. She could feel the Prince�s hot mouth on her back. And then
something warm and wet traced up the length of her spine.

�Now that was nice.�

�Oow�you
fucker.� She gasped. �I hate
you!�

She could practically feel him
grinning against her back. And just as suddenly, to her surprise, the pleasant
feeling was abruptly replaced with pain as the bastard Prince yanked her head
back with a sharp thug of her hair.

�Ahhhh�Ouch!� She screamed. �You fucking bastard! That hurts!�

She growled when she heard
the sound of the Ouji chuckle behind her.

�What�s the matter?� Vegeta
snickered. �You weren�t complaining a few minutes ago.�

She got even more pissed at
the Prince because he was right. Yeah, at first she had been a little put off
by the fact that the Ouji thought that he could just grab her and hoist her
over his shoulder, sling her over the bed, rip off her clothes (ruining a
perfectly good T-shirt by the way), stick his fingers in her (which never
failed to turn her to mush), and have his wicked way with her whenever he
wanted, but then again that was before the first orgasm. But now after flipping
her into one of his favored positions, she wasn�t having that much fun anymore.

�Ahhhh!�

Hold up. Take that back.

That last push had hit the
spot perfectly. She just about ripped a hole in the mattress arching up on all
fours�Opps�she did rip a hole in the mattress. Ah well, Vegeta could just ask
the blue haired lady for another one. She sighed happily as she gave up
fighting it all together.

From then on, there was
nothing but the sound of the headboard banging against the wall, the Prince�s
deep-throated grunts and Kalika whimpering helplessly.

�Nuuugh�ah�fuck!� that was
the Prince this time.

Kalika smiled into the
pillow in triumph and promptly collapsed into the bed with the Prince landing
on top of her.

�Get off of me.� She said,
trying her best to sound intimidating but the muffling of the pillow wasn�t
helping much.

Vegeta just grinned evilly
and said� �That�s what you get for walking around here smelling so good.�

�Whatever.� She said
breathlessly.

There was a minute or two of
silence before it was broken by the Pacific girl spitting out some of her hair.

�Why do we keep doing this?�
Kalika asked, suddenly quite serious.

�Hn.�

�No�seriously, Vegeta!� The girl said pushing the Prince off of her.

Vegeta just rolled over and
stared up at the ceiling.

�You damned perv!� Kalika
moaned. �I let you fuck me whenever you want�though I am not saying that it
isn�t fun�but we both know that that is all this is�fucking.�

�So�� He replied stubbornly.

�So�� The raven-haired girl
continued. �Why do we keep doing this when it is ridiculously obvious that you�care�for Kakarot?�

The abrupt shifting of the
bed surprised Kalika and she leaned up only to find that the Prince was already
half dressed and heading for the door.

�Vegeta?� The brown-eyed girl asked.

The Ouji halted his sudden
departure and turned around to face the girl. And just as she was about to open
her mouth to ask another pointless question, he interrupted her.

�Do you wish to renege on
our deal, girl?� He said simply.

�Uh�no�� she sputtered,
utterly confused. �But what does that have to do with��

But, of course the
temperamental Prince was already gone. Why did she even bother? Kalika sighed
and took stock of her poor state and proceeded to limp toward the bathroom.

�Ugh�I am definitely going
to be sore in the morning.�

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Author�s Note:

I will not take so long to
write the next chappie I promise. I�m actually going to start on it now. And as
always review and tell me what you think�or just cuss me out for taking so
long. He He.
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�Now that was nice.�