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The History of Kalika
Author’s Note:
Hi guys, I’m still here. Did
you miss me? I know I suck.
I still don’t own Dragonball
Z and I have finally come to the tragic conclusion that I never will. Woe is
me! *pouts*
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Connect the Dots
He thought about how it was
that he ended up here in the first place. You know, from the very beginning. He
and Goten had been the best of friends ever since they had laid eyes on each
other. It had been as if it were in their blood. Demi Saiyans it would seem
were just meant to always stick together.
Things hadn’t changed much
over the years. Goten was still the free spirited one. The one that always
suggested the silly things to do. The things that on other normal person would
even think were possible. And Trunks had always been the calm level headed one
with the carefully thought out plans to compliment Goten’s ideas of chaos and
destruction.
They’d been through a lot
together. Winning martial arts tournaments, learning and mastering the fusion,
fighting Majin Buu, even dying and being brought back. And it had taken all
this for him to finally realize that there was no point in ever considering
anyone else to love but his best friend. Yep, their relationship had never been
boring. Something that Trunks was sure Goten was happy about. In fact, the boy
was quite positive that his boyfriend was grinning at this very moment.
The light caress of his
love’s hands set shock waves of heat throughout the demi Saiyan’s body. He
arched up into the touch causing his dark haired worshiper to buck wildly
against him. Trunks lunged forward and claimed the other teenager’s mouth with
is own. He lapped hungrily at the moist cavern. He had never had a sweet tooth,
but Goten had changed that. His beloved’s scent and flavor was that of the
sugary frosting of a birthday cake and Trunks just could not get enough of it.
The purple tressed youth licked and tasted every inch of flushed skin
that he could reach. Goten’s skin much paler than his and so very smooth.
Goten tried his best to keep
the both of them from falling from there perch on the couch. The younger boy
let out a surprised giggle when his hungry lover reached a particularly
ticklish spot.
“Trunks!” He gasped in protest, but the other teen would have
none of it.
Goten was surprised yet
again by the sound of the blue eyed prince’s sudden growl. He giggled in
response.
“Trunks,
calm down.” He laughed. “I’m not going anywhere.”
But that was not what had
the demi prince behaving so oddly. His sensitive nose had picked up another
scent amongst he and his koi’s. It was much different
from Goten’s sweet smell and even his flowery scent. (Goten had always said the
he smelled like lilacs and lavender. Both conveniently purple.) This scent was
more along the lines of coffee and vanilla.
Gohan.
He had finally made it home.
It had taken him long enough.
“Oh, for
Dende’s sake!” A tired but
familiar voice groaned. “Couldn’t you two have done this at home?”
Goten grinned wide and sat
up straddling his pale haired boyfriend.
“Yeah, but Mom might have
walked in. Plus, its way more fun to see that expression on your face.”
Trunks grimaced and chanced
a look up at the older Demi. Gohan just looked back and gave a weary sigh.
“It’s a good thing Pan’s not
here.” He said taking a seat in the recliner next to Trunks and Goten’s love
nest.
“Yeah, I noticed that.” His
younger brother said finally climbing off of his boyfriend. “Where is the little
whippersnapper anyway?”
“I took her over to Capsule
Corp.” Gohan replied. “I thought that she could use some company that wasn’t
depressing for a change.”
“What a coincidence, Mom
sent us over to invite you guys to dinner.”
“Yeah,” The young professor
sighed. “She tried her best to convince me to stay, but I thought I’d come make
sure you guys weren’t defiling my home.”
“Oh well,” Goten said with a
mischievous grin. “The important thing is that you tried.”
The elder only offered a
grunt in response.
“So.” Trunks finally spoke up. “How are…things?”
Gohan gave a small half
smile.
“As good
as can be expected.” The Demi
muttered. “Oh, and not to mention the fact that Videl has
gone missing.”
“Missing?” Goten asked,
still straightening his clothes.
“Yes, missing.” He
continued. “I talked to her father. It would seem that she ran off on a
romantic getaway with that guy she was seeing…Andrew.”
The raven haired professor
nearly growled the name.
“Oh.” Trunks said quietly.
“That sucks.”
“Hn.” Gohan scoffed. “Not as much as you would think.”
A gleam flashed just behind
the youngest Son’s eyes and he suppressed a full on grin.
“You know big brother,”
Goten began. “I think I know just the thing to get you back on track.”
Gohan raised a charcoal
colored brow in query.
“That
being?” He finally asked.
“Since you insist on staying
here…away from the unending support of your beloved family…” He said glancing
over at Trunks. “And friends. I think that maybe me
and Trunks-kun should move in here. Y’know…to help you with
Pan…and things.”
Gohan eyed his brother
wryly. And Trunks just shook his head in amazement. The youngest Demi had
always been a bit on the crafty side. It made Gohan wonder were in the hell he
had gotten the trait. His father wasn’t much good at it. And Kami forbid that
his mother didn’t just scream and demand anything that she had ever wanted.
There was however himself. Though actually, he had never had much need for the
art form really.
He thought it over briefly.
It might be nice to live with his little brother again. Though, he when he had
finally moved out with Videl it had only been next door. It was amazing how
much of a distance that had actually put between he
and his little bro.
“Alright.” The elder sibling finally replied. “It might not be
so bad to have some help with Pan. Dende knows that I haven’t been much fun
lately. Besides, she adores Trunks.”
“Hey!” Goten crowed. “She
likes her Uncle Goten well enough too!”
Trunks grinned. “Yeah, sure
she does.”
******
She arranged the cans of
vegetables according to their contents. Corn goes with corn and peas went with
peas. She would have much preferred him to have fresh vegetables but they
always went bad before he ever got around to cooking them.
She narrowed her eyes. He was
getting careless. Didn’t he know that she counted every can? He hadn’t even
used one since her last visit. She shook her pretty blonde head and scoffed.
She didn’t say anything right away. She would finish putting up her dear
brother’s groceries and then go and find out just exactly what he thought he
was trying to pull.
******
The mouth watering aroma
wafted up his sensitive Saiyan nose. The Prince reminded him self of one of the
many other things that Kakarot was better at doing than him.
After many attempts at
talking (that mostly consisted of uh’s and well’s) the taller one had given up
and declared that he was starving and that they should go hunting. They had
stumbled upon a deer easily enough. It didn’t take two full blooded Saiyans to
catch a stupid deer.
Now a two tailed dell on
Sonarus-sei was another story all together. Vegeta smiled briefly at the memory
of Raditz and Nappa trying to catch one of those on a long forgotten purging
mission. Ah, those had been the days. He was sure that Raditz would have
greatly benefited from the healing properties of one of Kakarot’s beloved Senzu
beans.
Upon reaching agreement that
Kakarot should be the one to catch their meal, Vegeta decided to sit back and
enjoy the show. And what show it had been. That show of course leading to this
amusing scenario…
“Vegeta…it’s not that funny.” The large one pouted.
“But it was!” The prince said in barely contained
hysterics. “Don’t you see me laughing?!”
This was the second time
that Goku had had the privilege of seeing the prince like this. And the more he
witnessed it the more he found it oddly reassuring. It brought a smile to the
taller Saiyan’s face. He was glad that he was able to cause Vegeta to engage in
such a carefree act.
The slight prince was
doubled over in laughter and with every look he dared to chance at his comrade
his laughter only increased. Goku looked down at himself and grinned. He
actually was a sight to see. He was covered in mud and leaves and various sized
twigs stuck out from the odd spikes of his now dirt caked hair. He was
definitely going to need a bath after this fiasco.
Finally, Vegeta was able to
regain his composure. And he was now able to take a real good look at the other
Saiyan. Goku noticed the strange look that the prince was giving him. The other
man’s large grin had softened into an expression he could not quite place.
The flame haired Saiyan’s
visage was tinged red from his previous exertions and a thin layer of tears
were still attached to his cocoa colored orbs. It was at that moment that
Vegeta realized something. It might have been because of his currently blurry
gaze, but it was uncanny just how much that man looked like his older brother.
“Kakarot,” The chestnut
haired prince finally uttered. “It might be in your best interest, as well as
mine…” He added sniffing the air. “If you cleaned up a bit
before lunch.”
“Uh…” Goku said smiling
goofily and scratching the back of his head. “Yeah maybe you’re right Geta!
You’ll take care of the food while I’m gone right?”
“Of course.” The Ouji replied with a grin. “Now hurry up!”
Goku smiled in response and
headed off towards the river that he knew was not far from the spot.
******
One big toe dipped
hesitantly into the water and was quickly withdrawn. Yep. Definitely
cold. Goku let out a disappointed sigh. He didn’t know what he had
really expected…this river was always cold. No matter what
the season. He looked down at himself again and begrudgingly came to the
decision. What was with him anyway? Was he getting soft in his old age? When he
was younger he wouldn’t have thought twice about diving head first into a
freezing body of water.
He sighed and took a few
steps back before taking off towards the bubbling waterway at full speed.
Faster than a normal human eye could catch he launched him self into the air
with a sort of clumsy grace and created quite a splash in his wake.
The chilly water bit at his
skin and succeeded in stealing the breath from his lungs. He broke through the
under water barrier gasping for air.
“Wow,” He shuttered. “That
really is cold!”
He shook loose the water,
twigs and other such things from his midnight colored tresses. Making his usual do all the messier; the unruly spikes
continued to fight for life under the weight of the water. The still fully clothed
Saiyan began to kick his feet slowly and began to spin around in tightly
compacted circles. His arms were stretched out at his sides as he hummed to
himself quietly. From up above he fancied that he resembled some weird sort of
humanoid washing machine.
He stopped suddenly and just
floated there on his back. He stared up at the sky in his infinite child like
curiosity. And he thought…like he always did and could at times like these.
He was free. Goku felt like
he had when he was a little boy. He felt nothing of ‘the empty shell of a man’
feeling that had been his just hours ago.
Chichi had turned him loose.
Hmm…well…he didn’t feel so bad about that anymore. His boys were grown. It
wasn’t like they had reacted badly to the fact that their parents weren’t
together anymore. They had their own lives to worry about. Hell, Gohan was
dealing with the disillusion of his own marriage.
Yep. He was free. He really
didn’t have any responsibilities anymore. So, what else was there to think
about?
Oh…there was of course…Vegeta.
He’d actually kissed Vegeta.
He didn’t know how he felt
about that exactly. He knew that lately (this being in Goku speak, the past few
years) new feelings toward the other man had begun seeping to the surface.
He had always had a lingering
affection for the other man. He remembered the sensation…the slightest fleeting
feeling of happiness when he’d returned after the Namek excursion and found
that Vegeta had been wished back. He had never been sure why it was that he
reacted in such an odd way. Though, over the years he had come up with numerous
excuses.
“He’s the last of my kind.
He’s the best sparring partner I’ve ever had.
He’s not like any of my other friends…”
None of those ever seemed to
really fit. Goku gave a tired sigh not noticing his silent descent into the
river water.
“I kissed him though…and it was…nice…”
Hell, it would seem that
Chichi was right after all.
He was so lost in thought
that he hadn’t even realized that he’d climbed out of the river. Hadn’t even noticed that he gotten out of his wet clothes.
Was also totally oblivious to the fact that he’d landed them out to dry in the
sun and was currently very nude…
The more he thought about it
the more appealing this little adventure started to sound. I mean, really he
had done just about everything there was to do on Earth…not to mention some
others. Why not this?
Yeah, this was a good
thing…right? He’d accepted this as just something that would have happened
anyway.
“Yeah, that right Goku!” He cheered himself on. “You want to…fuck…the
prince!”
He frowned at the thought.
It didn’t sound totally right.
“Hmm…” He pondered. “Maybe
he should be the one doing the fucking.”
“As much
as I’d love to at this exact moment.” A voice interrupted. “I am entirely too weak with hunger to be any good
at it.”
Goku’s eyes widened in
surprise and he sprung to his feet.
“Vegeta?!”
Oh yeah…he was naked…heh…
The prince raised and
interested brow in the younger man’s direction. He eyes instantly falling to
below Goku’s waist.
“Kakarot.” He said with a slightly evil smirk.
It would seem that even cold
water couldn’t hinder a Saiyan on a mission.
******
She found him around back
chopping wood. He had been building onto his little cabin. It looked to be at
least two new rooms. Was he expecting company or something? Maybe he was
planning on starting a bed and breakfast. With all the food he’d wasted he
could feed an army.
“Seventeen?” She said in her usual impassive tone.
He turned away from his task
long enough to acknowledge her and then set back to work.
“What on Earth are you
doing?” She asked.
He looked up at her
confused.
“Well Eighteen it would seem
that I am chopping wood.” The darker haired sibling said dryly. “I tend to do
that…a lot. You know lumberjacking and all.”
She was not amused.
“You know very well what I
mean.” The former android replied. Her tone finally giving
way to her emotions. “You’re acting stranger than usual.”
He chuckled and finally
ceased his incessant chopping.
“I know what you’ve been
keeping from me.” Eighteen said coolly. “You lied to me. You know how I hate
that.”
Number Seventeen actually
grimaced at his sister’s tone. He’d figured that she find him out eventually.
He wondered briefly why it was that he hadn’t just told her in the first place.
He’d even told the Namek. That she was definitely not going to be happy about.
He turned to her and painted on his most charming grin.
“Eighteen.” He said mocking
innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Sure.” His sister replied
unenthusiastically. “You know I was suspicious when I started to notice that
the food was lasting longer that usual. You used to eat a little of it at
least.”
“But when you started
building this…whatever it is…Ah, and then there was the Namek. That was the
clincher. Now I am positive that you’re keeping something from me.”
Her brother merely stared at
her with narrowed baby blues.
“What exactly are you
getting at sister dear?”
“You’re expecting company?”
She asked innocently.
His almond shaped orbs
widening dramatically though only for a millisecond. However, Eighteen was not as out of practice as her brother would
have hoped. She had still noticed his momentary slip up.
“And another thing,” She
said with a superior smirk. “How long did you think that you would be able to
fool me into thinking that you had actually made that wish to Shenlong to be
human?”
Her twin’s expression broke
out into a huge grin.
“Not long enough. I
suppose.” He said with a slight chuckle as he pushed wisps of his jet black
hair out of his face. The rest he had tied back into a sloppy ponytail.
“Now my question is,” The
blonde continued. “What in the hell are you and that damned Namekian planning?”
Just as Seventeen was about
to answer her, his attention was suddenly drawn upward.
“Speak of the devil.”
Eighteen scoffed.
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A/N:
Took me long enough huh? And
I am an evil little bitch with the cliffies…I know. But
I am a fan of them…plus I need time to think of what going to happen next.
Look out for our favorite
Saiyans from the past next chapter as well as a newly revived, newly Saiyaned
super villain… And just what the hell is Seventeen and
his Namekian friend up to?
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