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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 DBZ. And by the way, the Saiyans of the
past, Kilik and Kazi couldn�t make it this chapter�they were too busy banging.
Look for them in the next one.

And if you don�t already know everything in italics are thoughts. Or conversations
with one�s past self�Heh heh.

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Interesting Turns

She had neglected it after joining
the Z Senshi. None of the others ever used weapons. So Kalika had just packed
it away. Weapons training was not something that the
Prince offered much of anyway.

But how could she have
forgotten? It truly was a beautiful thing. The blade was like nothing she had
ever seen anywhere else. The metal of it was almost black and the golden
engravings only added to the weapon�s strange beauty. It had been too long
since she�d held it, but as long as she could remember she had always had it.
It was supposed to have been some family air loom. Although, oddly enough, no
one knew anything about the thing or where exactly it had originated.

Kalika had never been as
concerned about those facts as much. It wasn�t until her dear beloved parents
had passed on and she found out that her real parents where a pair male aliens
that the need for more information arose. She had researched the unique staff
on the internet and found something similar.

A zanbatou (lit.
"horse-slaying sword") a gigantic sword, akin to an enormous blade on
a pole invented to combat cavalrymen by cutting their horses out from under
them. The zanbatou only stayed in service for a short period of time as they
were deemed far too heavy for normal use.

It was Japanese in origin.
She had even gone to a museum exhibit to see real ones, but none of those had
rounded blades like this one. This only added her already long list of
questions.

Kalika gave a bitter smile.
The last time that she�d held this staff, she had been defeated by the very
woman who had killed her parents. Bitch. She sighed yet again and tried to
focus.

The strange language written
on the blade glittered in the dim light of Capsule Corp�s gym. It had become
her place of refuge from the demanding Prince. He never came here. He said that
the Gravity Room was a much better training facility. But here she could train
in the style of her upbringing, the same style that Princy thought of as weak
and useless. Well, that style had been just fine for her since like, well her
whole life.

The Hawaiian girl, she still
considered herself as such, took a deep breath and tested the weight of the
strange staff. The lacquered green handle slid smoothly along her palms. Her
other hand lightly traced the golden rings that bulged out along the length of
the rod. She had missed this. She began spinning the blade with both hands.
However, that damned internet entry was right about one thing. This thing was
too heavy for normal use, but it would just so happen that she wasn�t exactly
normal anyway. How convenient.

As she twirled the blade
faster and a real smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth. She had
always been able to think better when she was training. She began by balancing
on the balls of her feet. A powerful leg extended upward and her �zanbatou�
aligned with it perfectly. It wasn�t just a zanbatou though; her father had
given her a name for it.

�Raimei to Inazuma. Thunder and Lightning. But that�s Japanese, not Hawaiian.�

Hmm�Saiyan is similar to
Japanese�very similar. She smiled in silent victory. Yet another present from
her Saiyan parents it seemed. But still the language written on it wasn�t Hawaiian,
Japanese or Saiyan�She sighed in defeat. She just didn�t know.

She began her Kata. The
exact same one she had perfected in childhood. Kalika imagined that it was
quite a sight to see, like some sort of deadly drunken ballet. She balanced
perfectly on her toes, spun the bladed staff to her right and used the momentum
to vault into a scissor kick. Her mind continued to wander. Thrust, parry,
thrust, left diagonal swipe�turn, spring kick, forward block, left block,
guard, impact�

�Let�s take stock shall we�� She began. �I�m
an alien. No big surprise there.� Her tail twitched slightly from its place
wrapped around her waist.

�And I�m pregnant by the Prince of my race: an
arrogant bastard of a man who is not in love with me but enjoyed fucking me
whenever he got the chance. Though, he secretly wishes that he had been fucking
his rival the whole while. Hmm�Not expecting this to be a
cake walk.�

�Oh and both sets of my parents are apparently
dead�Yep�that�s about it.�

�Oh and lets not forget that I have sworn revenge on
the murderer of my adopted mom and dad as well,� She added ruefully.
�Not going to be an easy task when you�re caring around 30 extra pounds,
Kalika.�

�Maybe I should have thought that unprotected sex
thing through a little better�

She walked forward her eyes
focused on the floor beneath her, mindlessly switching her spinning weapon from
side to side. Her face twisted into a grimace and she thrust the supposed
zanbatou forward. She made angry horizontal slices at the air setting all her
confused emotions forth on her imagined opponent.

�What that hell would Saiyans need with zanbatou?
They didn�t have horses? At least I don�t think they had horses. Hmm�maybe it�s
not really a zanbatou.� A snort. �Why do I even bother?�

She stopped in mid attack.

�I�m pregnant.� She said
aloud.

It�s strange how true
realization just comes out of no where, isn�t it. Even when you�ve said it to
yourself a million times. Even though others have already told you, it still
doesn�t make you believe. And it was no different for her. Already wide amber
eyes grew larger and her gaze immediately fell to her waist line. The zanbatou
still gripped in her sweat slicked palm, fell loosely at her side and she just
stared.

�What the hell am I supposed
to do with a baby?�

She stared up at the ceiling
in exasperation.

�That
fucking bastard.� She groaned.
�He knew and he didn�t even say anything.�

She fell backward awkwardly
and sprawled out on the cool floor. The thin layer of sweat that covered her
from head to toe had grown cold, sending shivers up her spine. That was nice.
She closed her eyes and focused on breathing.

Goku had said that he felt
it. He had confirmed Vegeta�s errant outburst. But she just had to know for
herself. The Prince had taught her how to sense Ki, even thought this bracelet
of hers seemed to block her own even from her apparently, but it didn�t do the
same for the life inside her. Her breath hitched. It felt like the tiniest
flicker across the life sensing part of her mind. It really was true. She
hadn�t really believed until now. Her free hand instinctively went to her belly
which promptly began to growl in protest.

�Oh, yeah. I haven�t eaten anything today.� She muttered to no
one. She laughed bitterly. �Oh yeah, Kalika, great start at parenthood. Starve
the child to death before it�s even born.�

******

It was something that he
just did. He, as with many things, wasn�t exactly sure why. But there was just
something that told him how to. Mediating is what that woman Nomi had called
it. Whenever things got complicated and he just wanted to understand, he would
just find an empty spot and rest his mind. This time, conveniently enough, it
was his very own bedroom. Sometimes he�d sit.
Sometimes he�d stand. His muscles never cramped so it really didn�t matter the
position. Hell, he probably could have done it standing on his head if he�d
really wanted to.

As it turned out, meditating
was a something that Cell did a lot. You probably would too if you had to deal
with the things he did. Or more accurately, the people he did.

Ever since their initial
meeting, the one called Raditz had made it his personal mission to annoy him.
He was always making fun of him. Pushing him, poking him; anything to get under
his pasty blue skin. And it just so happened that one of his favorite times to
make the younger man�s life miserable was at that exact moment (it was like the
man had a mental alarm set or something) when he had just settled comfortably
into his subconscious.

Ahh�there he was now, the Bain
of the green haired Saiyan�s existence. How the hell had he got in here without
him noticing?

Cell was startled back to
reality by a rude snort. The other man�s irritatingly noticeable Ki signature
had been enough to jolt him. It was funny. He could ignore anything during his
meditation, but just a snort from this man and everything was ruined.

He sighed but didn�t bother
to open his eyes.

�What do you want?�

It was a stupid question.
Cell already knew the answer.

�He wants to make your life miserable.�

Pale lavender eyes snapped
open. A spiky green head jerked upward to focus on a rather large shadow.
Raditz was standing in front of him blocking the light. He couldn�t even make
out the other man�s face, but�He was sure�

�I think he likes you.�

�Wha�� He breathed, his eyes
still focused on the dark figure before him.

�What the hell is wrong with
you?� Raditz said. Gods, that man�s voice was annoying. He�d finally moved
enough for light to illuminate his features; features that were currently studying
him intently.

A nerve rattling chuckled
broke out throughout Cell�s consciousness.

�What the fuck?� Cell thought. Ahh yes, that wonderful, ever useful word that he had just
happened to know.

Now he was really confused.
He hated being confused. If it was one thing that he had learned about himself
in the past weeks, it was that he hated being confused.

�What�s the matter, don�t
you know who I am?�

Okay, it was official. That
strange echoy voice was coming from him. Well, the inside of him anyway. Now
that was strange.

�No.� Cell stuttered aloud.

A small smirk tugged at the
corners of the dark haired Saiyan�s mouth. The smirk soon grew into a full on
grin. Raditz bent down until he was directly in front of the green haired
hybrid�s face. His large hands digging into the very mattress Cell was sitting
on causing it to creak as it adjusted it to the new weight.

�We�re nervous, are we?� He
said softly, leaning in so close that their noses were almost touching.

Another grating chuckle
erupted and vibrated around his skull.

�See, I told you he liked you.� The voice cackled. �This should be interesting.�

�What are you talking about? Who�w--who are you?�

Okay, now he was talking to himself.
He had to be going crazy. Maybe too much meditating was actually a bad thing.
Nevertheless, he had another interesting situation on his hands. You see, at
this point, Raditz was entirely too close for comfort.

Cell sneered menacingly
before pushing the burly Saiyan back forcefully.

�Back off!� He growled,
lunging forward.

Unfortunately, his wrists
were snagged in the process and he fell forward as Raditz reared back on his
legs. Cell had struggled to keep some sort of balance and not fall forward
completely. The look on the other man�s face was far from reassuring though.

The dark purple pupils of
his eyes had widened so that his pale irises had become merely shadows. Raditz
leaned even closer, his warm breath licking at the younger man�s face. There
was a strange odor to it. Cell�s fine nose wrinkled slightly in disgust.

�Let me go.� Cell said
quietly in warning.

He wasn�t entirely sure why
he didn�t just yell. Though, the thought of someone barging in and catching the
two of them this way was even less appealing.

�I don�t think I want to.�
Raditz said, an entirely too amused grin on his face. �You know, now that I
have a better look, I find that your coloring isn�t all that bad.�

Just as the words left his
mouth, Raditz found himself landing roughly on is back
on the hard wood floor. He got up with a grunt only to find the object of his
newly grown affection standing in the bed pressed up against the wall.

�What is the matter with
you?� Cell asked.

Raditz only grinned wider.

�Oh you poor fool. Don�t you know?� The voice answered instead.

�Either you tell me who you are or shut up!� Cell mental voice shouted back painfully.

�Oh very well, ruin my fun.� The voice called back. �I�m you of course. Well, the person you used to be. You didn�t think
that you could keep me locked up in here for long, did you?�

�I don�t understand.� Cell
said aloud.

�What�s not to understand?�
Raditz replied, as he got back to his feet.

The way Raditz was looking
at him. He felt like his skin crawl as those dark inky orbs fixed on him.

�He wants to fuck you, Mirai!� The one claiming to be him chuckled. �Oh this is priceless! I am surprised that
he waited so long to try!�

�I want a fuck.� Raditz�s
crude words cut abruptly through Cell�s thoughts. �So, we can either do this
the hard way or you can just give up. Either way, I�m not leaving until I get
what I want.�

Cell was thoroughly confused
now.

�But I�m a boy.� He thought. �And he�s one too. Right?�

�Well of course, you baka.� The strange presence in his mind replied. �But what does that have to do with
anything? You should know that that doesn�t mean a thing to you Saiyans.�

Cell was almost positive
that if he could have seen this supposed past self that he would�ve been
grinning. But wait a minute. Raditz couldn�t possibly be serious. He was a lot
stronger than the long haired Saiyan. That had been proven numerous times
during their training sessions. Did Raditz really think that he could over
power him and force him to do anything?

�You know Mirai,� The annoying inner voice said. �I
could really use a good show.�

�Mirai? Why do you keep calling me that?�

�Well I have to call you something, don�t I? Anyway,
why don�t you be a good little boy and play along with Mister Raditz�s little
game.�

�I�m not in the mood to play
games.� Cell growled.

�Oh, but precious, it will
be so much fun.� Raditz purred. �Besides, you didn�t think that you could walk
around smelling as good as you do without some consequences, did you?�

�Wha�What are you talking about?�
Cell watched warily as the elder man shrugged off his shirt. The sound of the
other one�s snickering echoing in his mind.

�Oh, poor
precious.� Raditz said as his
dark furred tail uncoiled from the belt loops of his jeans. �It is such a shame
that the dear doctor created you and left you with out any knowledge of the
genes you inherited.�

Cell felt himself almost
begin to panic, his own tail coiling protectively around him. What the hell did
this bastard know that he didn�t?

******

Her glacier blue eyes took
in the two of them. The Namek was nursing a glass of water while her brother
only sat there staring back at her intently.

�So what you�re telling me
is that the reason that you�ve been acting so strange� Why you didn�t make that
wish to the Dragon��

�Correction, I did make a
wish to the Dragon, it just wasn�t to be human.�

�Yeah,
yeah. You wished to have a Ki
signature, right?�

Seventeen nodded in
approval.

�Fine. Anyway,� Eighteen continued. �And the reason you are
building on to this cozy little cabin
of yours is because you are expecting visitors�from the future?�

�Yep.� The dark haired young man replied. �That�s what I
said.�

�Well,� The blonde was at a
bit of a loss, so she turned her interrogation to the Namek. �So what the hell
do you have to do with this, Piccolo?�

�Well,� The former guardian
said, his low booming voice echoing eerily throughout the wooden room. �You
see, Trunks actually came to me first.�

******

He grinned into the next
bite. He had wanted to laugh, but he figured that chocking would ruin the
seduction that he�d been trying to achieve. And he�d been working so hard at
it.

The big, entirely too
clothed one (he had decided on putting back on those horrid white boxers of
his) was watching him a bit too closely for it to be innocent. Vegeta chuckled
lightly too himself.

Oh yes, Kakarot was looking.
And liking very much what he was seeing. He had never had these kinds of
feelings about anyone. It was strangely just as exhilarating as it was
frightening. It went from the skin on his face down into the very pit of his
belly on down to the very tips of his toes. Was this that lust thing that he
had heard so much about?

Well, the Prince was so nice
to look at, especially right now. The way the sun light played on his bronzed
skin, making his hair look like an auburn flame. The way that wonderfully pink
tongue of his lapped at his perfect lips. Gosh. He had never been so fascinated
by anyone�s lips.

He had to get himself
together. He was no fool, well not that much of one anyway. He knew what Vegeta
was up to. But it couldn�t hurt to play along though. Right?

Ahh, was there a just a
little trying to get a way? The Prince traced a line of juice at the side of
his mouth with the tip of his tongue. He couldn�t help but smile when he heard
a shuttering gasp. It was soft enough, but not so much that even a human
couldn�t have caught it.

�Though, it pains me to
admit this, Kakarot,� Came the Prince�s all too gentle
voice out of no where. �This is rather good. What is you�re secret?�

Goku just stared as the
flame haired prince took another slow, savoring bite, his own meal all but
forgotten. Score one for the Prince of all Saiyans.

�Uh,� He stuttered. �I�um��

Yet another inviting flick of the tongue.

�Vegeta?� The spiky haired one squeaked.

�Hmm?� Vegeta almost purred as he managed an innocent look
in reply. Oh, did that look so out of place on that face.

�I�think�y�know��

�Yes,
Kakarot?� Vegeta said faking a
confused expression. �What�s wrong, baka, you not hungry anymore?�

Nope. Not in the least.
Well, not for food anyway.

�Uh, no. Not so much.� Goku forced out.

�Well then, what is it?�

�I�� A scorching blush broke
out on the taller one�s pale face coloring even as far as his chest. Took it long enough. �I think I want to�kiss you�again.�

It was almost frightening
how face the Prince�s face broke into that grin. �Oh,
really.�

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A/N:

*Laughs maniacally* Don�t you
just fucking hate me?! Muhahahahhaaaa!

Oh god, I am an evil bitch.
But I think that you guess will forgive me after the next chapter. I think it
will have to be longer than 10 pages. *sigh*

You�ll have to excuse the
Celly and Raddy scene but writing �Save
the Day� has just brought out my prevented love of sex and violence. *sigh* I have a feeling that exchange
is going to end badly. But you will have to wait til next chappie to see what�s
going to happen.

You guys don�t care about
that though, right? You guys much more interested in what�s up with Seventeen
and Piccolo, right? Or�no�let me guess, Vegeta and Goku? Oh well, until next
chapter folks.
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