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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:

Hmm�well Macha I don�t think
a kiss is all our dear little Goku wanted. And of course I agree, having
someone talking in your head is not fun�Believe me, I know. Poor Celly poo�and
trust me on this, his predicament is only going to get worse.

Ha Ha, MB.
No, Raditz does not think that he is Gollum. *groans in disgust at the image
that sticks in her head then smiles when she imagines the more appealing image
of the sexy Saiyan hybrid Cell and the tall dark and handsome one rolling
around together* Green and black goes together, right? *grins* Alas it will not
be so loving however. *pouts* Sorry can�t change the future, even though I
wrote it. The reason Raditz calls Cell precious is because he is the only
Saiyan living that he finds appealing or is even available (especially since he
plans to kill all the other ones).

Warning: There is male on
male loving in this chapter�for those who fear this skip anything that mentions
Vegeta, Kakarot or Goku. You should be safe that way. If you like that sort of
thing�enjoy.

Now with that said�Me no owny Dragonball Z. Stop harassing me, dammit!

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Both Sides of the
Coin (Special Extended Version): Part One

The white boots were blocking his view.

�I wanna kiss
you.� He thought. �Real smooth
Goku.�

He really didn�t want to look up but he figured that if he kept staring
at that patch of grass (the one those white boots were currently blocking) and
ignoring the fact that the prince was mere millimeters away he come out being
even lamer.

He finally found the nerve to look up and was promptly assaulted by navy
blue. Kami, he couldn�t breathe. The Prince�s scent was the only thing he could
get into his lungs and it was making him lightheaded. His head was suddenly
pulled back by strong gloveless fingers as they threaded themselves through the
endless midnight of his hair. Though, from his seat
on the ground he still couldn�t see his prince�s face clearly, but he could
practically feel Vegeta�s grin.

Goku clumsily rested his hand in the waist line of Vegeta�s pants and
caught his taunting tail in the other. His attentions were well received
causing the brown haired prince to trill softly. With a sharp tug, Goku found
himself on his knees and staring up into the eyes of his�beloved.

Was it true? Did
he really love Vegeta?

His internal question was answered with a passion filled kiss. Just what
he�d wanted and he fell helplessly into it. His hands fell limply from their
post at Vegeta�s waist and slid up and down the length of the other man�s
thigh.

He was surprised when Vegeta pulled away suddenly. He stared up into
those smoldering brown orbs. And with in an instant the back of his head made
skull rattling contact with the ground.

�Ve��

He was silenced by the smaller Saiyan suddenly found straddling him.

�Hush�baka.� The prince nearly growled. �Kakarot�Kakarot�.Kakarot.� He
tsked shaking his head ever so lightly.

The earth reared Saiyan was at a total loss for words. His heart was
pounding and all the blood in his body was pooling down to his lower half. Goku
was watching the other man�s every move through lidded eyes.

�Yeah?� The spiky haired one asked. His
voice heavy and breathless.

�You�ve kept me waiting a very long time�Baka.� Vegeta rasped as he ran
small but power hands up Goku�s bare chest.

The younger man couldn�t help but arch up into the touch and in doing so
rubbing his boxer clad erection against the prince.

�So, not a fan of being teased either, Kakarot?�

The Ouji�s eyes were burning pools of lust. Goku could barely stand to
look into them, but he had caught the emotions flickering behind them. He had
always been sensitive to others� emotions and Vegeta was sending the message
loud and clear.

�I�I�m sorry, Vegeta.� Goku whispered.

�Hmph�� He was smirking again. That was a good
thing. Goku could deal with that smirk. It was familiar.

�Well then make it up to me, baka.� He added before slipping out of his
shirt.

Any questions Goku had once had about being with another male where
through out of the window at the sight of Vegeta�s perfect chest. How could he
even have questioned running his hands up and down the prince�s flawless
bronzed flesh?

Goku decided to take a back seat and let Kakarot take control. And it
would seem that Kakarot was more concerned with trying to taste every inch of
Vegeta that his tongue could reach. He was pleased when his prince�s breathing
hitched in his throat. He gave his brown eyed lover a knowing grin as
surprisingly talented hands began tracing the muscles of the older man�s
stomach. Kakarot�s hips instinctually canted up and he leaned back, forcing the
chestnut haired prince back as well. This sudden movement was rewarded with a
sharp tug of his much darker mane and an odd look from his prince.

�Oh, no Kakarot.� Vegeta grinned,
pushing the third class onto his back.

�Vegeta!� Was the whined
response.

But all complaints were forgotten when Kakarot felt a warm hand wrap
around the hardness in his shorts. His mouth dropped open in a silent gasp. He
arched and clawed and the earth beneath him. Clever fingers had the younger
male�s boxer less in a matter of seconds and the prince gloriously bare as
well.

�Kakarot.� Vegeta wondrously graveled voice
trilled.

He ran a hot little hand up and down the other Saiyan inner thighs
coxing them apart.

�Vegeta,� He sighed. �Please��

The begging man�s breath was stolen away by another deep kiss and that
damned hand continuously stroking his straining erection. They fought of duel
of tongues, both men unwilling to give in. It was a battle Kakarot was destined
to lose, mostly because of Vegeta�s insistent attention to his manhood
obviously. He leaned backward and accepted his fate, wrapping long legs around
the Ouji�s narrow waist.

He wondered briefly what it was that his highness was coating his own
erection with but threw the thought aside when he felt said hardness press into
him. He bit down on his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle a yelp of
discomfort.

�Relax, baka.� The prince said through gritting
teeth.

He was dealing with his own situation. The taller one was incredibly
tight and so very warm. But, slowly but surely he had pushed his way completely
inside. And thus commenced one of the oddest, yet most rewarding experiences of
Son Goku�s or Kakarot�s, which ever you preferred, life.
This had to be the weirdest feeling in the world. It wasn�t exactly painful�just
strange. He tired to become accustomed to the hardness as it brushed against
his inner walls. Hmm�It was actually starting to feel really good. A small push
found the hardness within him rubbing against a certain place that just was�Wow!

There was a lot of snarling and growling on the prince�s part and good
bit of keening and whimpering on his part. Their bodies locked in a war for
dominance. For every one of Vegeta upward thrusts, Kakarot came back with a thrust
of his own. Their breathing was ragged and just when the earth reared Saiyan
thought that his heart couldn�t taken any more there was a burst of white light
and a sharp but oddly pleasing pain in the crook of his neck. (Had Vegeta just
fucking bit him?) His entire body clenched and he came harder than he had ever
thought was possible without there being some serious consequences afterward. Well,
that was if he was still alive.

Apparently, Vegeta had experienced the exact same thing because upon opening
his eyes (When had he closed those?) Goku�er�Kakarot (fuck it�he just didn�t
know anymore) was greeted with the face of Vegeta staring down at him with one
of the biggest, happiest, bloodiest
grins he had ever seen on his face.

Well that was
odd.

******

On sandwich number nine, she had decided to take the peanut butter and
apple jelly party back to her room. After a nice long, �boil the skin off of
your body� shower, she settled down into her entirely too small (It was queen
sized but she had been begging for a king) bed and stared at it.

That damned journal. It had been the start of this mess with Vegeta she
decided. If she�d just been able to read the stupid thing in the beginning she
would have never been exposed to his�his�whatever the fuck it was and then she
would be sitting here pregnant�maybe. But then again, she would have probably
ended up pregnant by Goku, being that he was the one that was going to train
her if she hadn�t made the deal with the prince in the first place. She
grimaced at the thought. Goku? There was no way
in�Besides, NO-body wanted that.

She reached forward and snatched the heavy (amazing being that good ol�
Serg wasn�t much for keeping up with the damned thing) journal and ran her
fingers over the blank maroon cover. It was made out of some extremely soft
leather-like material. She sighed. Gave in, and she opened the book and began
flipping through the yellowing pages until she found where she�s previously
left off.

She was not so surprised that she had all of a sudden figured the Saiyan
language out. She had always had a way with languages�hell she�d learned
Japanese pretty quickly. That was after she had stopped reading those damned
books and had just decided to get lost in West City�s mall one
afternoon. She had it down in two hours flat. It was only right that all of a
sudden Saiyan made sense.

******

More fucking books. He would swear
that this had to be at least the tenth box of books he�d carried onto the
damned ship. Not to mention all of the lab equipment that the kid insisted on
not leaving behind. He supposed that it was only fair. He had gotten to keep
his weapons collection.

And the ship was big enough. Kazi and his buddies had seen to that.
There was enough room for everything they had in the house and then some. It was
the moving it into the ship and dodging random downpours that was wearing on
Kilik�s last nerve. He was the biggest and the strongest, and the non-pregnant
one so he of course was the one that had to trudge through the ever present mud
and move all the heavy stuff. It would seem that all of Kazi�s buddies were
just as small as he was. Not that it mattered being that Tamena-jin didn�t come
in extra large anyway. Nope, strictly small and medium if you
were lucky. So they were given the tasks of packing the clothes and the
breakables and Kilik was charged with loading them onto the ship.

Given the circumstances everyone was remarkably calm. The King had given
them two weeks. More than enough time in Kilik�s mind.

After discovering that it was indeed a Saiyan named Kakarot that had
killed his little brother, the ever vengeful Lord Cooler had gone on a rampage
throughout the North Galaxy. He�d been quietly invading and exterminating any
planet that he thought had harbored Saiyan refugees. And amazingly there had
been quite a few. Unfortunately, they no longer existed and neither did the
Saiyans that had lived there.

So, understandably, the King of Tamanegi had decided that it would be in
everyone�s best interests if Kazi and Kilik left�quickly. Lucky for him, the
genius Professor Ezco had been rebuilding and remolding their ship for years
now and conveniently enough it was now entirely ready for space travel.

Though, Kazi had been hurt by the King�s decision he eventually agreed
that it was the best course of action. One of Kazi main reasons for giving in
was the fact that there seemed to be other Saiyans out there. This Kakarot for
instance. Although, the idea was a promising one, he and Kilik both had worried
how this little excursion would affect their unborn child.

Kilik had to admit that he was truly worried. He knew nothing about
childbirth. When the women of his troop went into labor it was the job of the
infantry�s physician to tend to them and even then he didn�t do much. Saiyan
woman were pretty self sufficient when it came to child birth. But Kazi was a
guy, a guy capable of having brats but still a guy. He seemed to be just as
puzzled about this as his mate was. How was he going to help Kazi when the time
came�all by himself�in outer space�alone?

After giving up on the those nerve racking thoughts he dropped off the
load of books in what would be Kazi lab/library and headed off the check on his
mate.

He found him just outside of the house, supervising and directing some
of his Tamena-jin pals as they moved what they could carry into the front yard.
He was dressed in an oversized red t-shirt which did little to hide his ever
growing belly (there was no telling how much longer they had) and a pair of
shorts. He was barefoot of course. At this point in the pregnancy his mate
could not stand to wear shoes. The former infantry Sergeant smiled as he watched
his mate mindless wiggle his toes in the soft red muck underneath his feet.

Hurriedly, one of Kazi�s best friends approached. It was Caskah. She had been one of the kid�s more loyal comrades
since they first come to this god forsaken planet and had even been doing
research on he and the kid. Tamena-jins were not
surprisingly in the dark when it came to Saiyans. And she had become even more
fascinated when she learned that the little professor was with child.

Being a fellow member of the scientific community how could Kazi Ezco
refuse her. Kilik hadn�t had any problems with it. Being that he and his mate
were two of very few Saiyan left in the universe, Kilik felt it was his duty to
cooperate. Perhaps, millions of years from now, all that data would serve as a
record that Saiyans actually had existed.

Caskah had even helped out with the questions about the
baby. With her help they came up with a plan for how exactly their child was
going to get from Kazi�s womb (yes they discovered that he really had one) to
the outside world. He would have to be cut open much to Kilik�s dismay. He
didn�t like to think of his mate vulnerable on a table split at the middle. Not
a happy thought.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he had noticed that his beloved mate
was now standing in front of him looking a tad concerned.

�Uh, Leek? You feeling
alright?�

He smiled weakly and pulled the worried scientist closer.

�I�m fine, babe. We about ready to go?�

�I supposed.� Kazi said looking a little anxious. �Um, guess what?�

Kilik had known his mate long enough to know when said mate had done
something that he knew that Kilik probably wouldn�t like.

�What?� The taller man asked suspiciously.

�Well,� His mate continued. �Caskah has agreed
to come along.�

�Really?� Kilik was decidedly not enthused by
this information.

�Aww, c�mon, Kilik!� Kazi whined. �I
thought you liked her?�

�I do.�

�Well then what�s the big deal?�

There was a roll of thunder off in the distance. Damned Tamena-jin
summers.

�There is no big deal.� Kilik replied, lifting another box of books. Of course. �If she wants to risk her own life, I�m fine with
it. Just don�t expect me to jump in front of any Ki blasts for her.�

And he was off just as the pink haired woman wondered over.

�So what did he say?� She chirped.

******

�Trunks came back from the future�again?�

�Yes, but�� Piccolo paused briefly as if gauging what exactly he should
say. �He�s not the same one that came back before.�

�Another timeline?� Eighteen asked.

�Well, no.�

�Look, sis, it�s really complicated.� Seventeen interjected. �I don�t
even think that it�s wise to even be telling you this much.�

�Well, you don�t really expect me to get this go, do you?� The blond
asked.

�It would be nice.� Her brother sighed.

�Ha.�

�Eighteen, we promised Trunks we�d keep things�inconspicuous.� Seventeen
continued. �He didn�t even trust us
enough to tell us everything.�

�At least have the decency to tell me who�s going to die.� The woman
groaned. �It isn�t Krillin is it?�

The former android actually looked worried.

�We can�t say.� Seventeen said.

Piccolo looked at his dark haired comrade with an irritated expression.

�What he means say, Eighteen, is that we do not
know.� The former Demon King said dryly. �Our time traveling friend only had so
long before he had to return.�

�So he didn�t tell you anything!� She said. �He just showed up to scare
the wits out of everyone and then left?�

�Well, no.�

�He didn�t scare the wits out of anyone.� Seventeen laughed ruefully. �Piccolo
and I were then only ones he told anything to. You�sister dear, weren�t
supposed to know a thing. I only told you because I had hoped that you could
take the news with at least some sort of restraint.�

His sister rolled her eyes and leaned back into her chair.

�For Dende�s sake.� The older
sibling groaned. �If being human makes you this emotional then I�m glad I
didn�t go through with it.�

His twin�s arctic eyes locked on him in non-amusement. �Hn.�

�So what do you assholes know?� she added.

�Well, I was told to get ready for company.� Seventeen said
nonchalantly. �And since I had no other plans for the next few months I decided
to try and make whoever is showing up as comfortable as I can.�

�Why you and the Namek?�

�Because we don�t socialize as much.� He brother
answered bluntly. �Therefore we are less likey to �spill the beans� per say.�
He added with a chuckle.

�Though, Trunks may have been mistaken in Seventeen�s case.� Piccolo
said before taking a drink from his all but forgotten glass of water.

�Well, I am the one with a place of my own, which hardly anyone visits.�
The android countered. �A much better place for hiding
people.�

�So I�m supposed to keep my mouth shut?� She asked them.

�Well it would be in your best interest.� Seventeen answered. �If only for the fact that you lack the necessary information to
prove anything.�

�Hn�fine.� She scoffed. �I�ll play along. But you better hope that you
guys know what you�re doing. I�d hate for this to get too far out of hand. But
you�re on your own keeping this from the Saiyans. Though, I find it strange for
Trunks to keep vital information from us.�

�I�m sure he knows what he�s doing.� Piccolo said getting to his feet.

Eighteen watched him approach the door with narrowed eyes.

�Thanks for nothing.� She muttered.

Piccolo gave Seventeen a withered look and headed out.

�Well at least not everything has changed.� Seventeen laughed. �You�re
still a bitch.�

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he�he. Okay the next part to this chapter has finally
convinced me to up the rating to NC-17 on Adultfanfiction�so
ye be warned.
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