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The History of Kalika
Shak’ems
Large, obsidian
orbs stared back at him in utter confusion. They rapidly disappeared behind
dark green lids a few times before the head that held them began to shake
furiously.
“No…no…no!”
“What do you mean
no?!” Goten said with an air of distress. “I went thorough a lot of trouble
setting this up for us. Y’know I don’t have a lot a pull around here. If any at
all. I mean I’m not mister Trunks Briefs, the heir of Capsule Corporation or
anything like that.”
He added this while
cutting his eyes at the purple haired boy. To which said boy replied:
“What?!”
Goten’s gaze
lingered a little longer before returning his attention to the slightly shorter
green skinned teenager in front of them.
“Look Dende,
Piccolo’s told us all about it…”
“Well actually he
was talking to Gohan and you just happened to ‘overhear’.” Trunks helpfully
pointed out.
The dark haired
Demi immediately turned his death glare back on his boyfriend.
“Any-fucking-way!”
A grin for Dende. “WE heard that you’d been a little stressed out lately. What
with your guardianship over the entire Earth and all…”
“And you know after
your outbursts at Krillin’s get together a few weeks ago…” Trunks added.
“Yeah, and with the
dreams you’ve apparently been having.” Goten concluded. “We thought that maybe a
little outing would be…um…”
“Beneficial!” The
older Saiyan chimed in.
The young Namek
couldn’t help but be a little alarmed at how the boys tended to finish each
other’s sentences. It was a bit unnerving really. But then another thing sprung
to the forefront of his thoughts.
“Piccolo told Gohan
that?!” he shrieked in a decidedly ungodly manner. But then again, young Dende
had always been a shrieker. Even the responsibility of the world hadn’t been
able to breed that out of him.
“Well, I’m sure he
only wanted to help!” the Briefs boy sputtered hurriedly. “I told you, you
should have kept your big mouth shut!” he tersely whispered to his boyfriend.
“I will not stand
by and watch my dear friend whither away like some…prudish old maid!” Goten
shot back.
“He’ll be twenty
next week, Goten!”
“So!”
Dende’s wide eyes
went back and forth between the boys. His mouth dropping open wider and wider
as the discussion only got more and more embarrassing for him.
“Hey!” He finally
screamed.
Goten’s patented
beaming Son grin was turned on yet again.
“Hey now.” He said
placing his hand on the young guardian’s shoulder. “No need to get upset. This
will be a pleasant experience for everyone involved…”
“But…”
“Believe me when I tell
you that this place comes highly recommended from some extremely reputable
sources.”
“Umm… Goten?”
Trunks tried but to no avail.
“You have nothing
to worry about, Dende. These people are skilled professionals.”
“B-but…
“Go-ten…he’s
turning purple.”
“I believe me,
there is nothing like an experience engineered by trained specialists. Some of
these people are even third generation!”
“Goten!”
“But I don’t want
to go to a strip club!” Dende finally erupted.
“Oh, Dende.” The
teenager chuckled, bracing his other hand on the boy’s free sholder. “You only
think you don’t want to.”
“But it’s ungodly.”
The Namek whispered.
“Oh, and hooting
‘Take it off’ is?” Trunks asked.
Goten leaned down
until he was eye level with his little green friend. Even though Dende was
older and the god of his home planet, it didn’t mean that he was wiser.
“C’mon.” The boy
giggled. “It’s ass and titties! What could be more godly then enjoying nature
in all its splendor?!”
“That’s only if
they’re real.” The lavender haired youth at his side pointed out.
Goten sounded
almost bored as he added the last comment with a strait face. “Silicon is found
in nature, Trunks.”
Dende could do
nothing but sigh.
******
“I think Chichi
tried to poison me.” Goku said miserably.
A sigh.
“Kakarot, you ate 6
dozen cookies.” Vegeta said calmly.
“Well it’s not like
that’s ever been a problem before.” The younger Saiyan pouted.
Vegeta had to help
the poor idiot down the hall. He was still pale and shaking, it didn’t help
that the Saiyan was a little heavier then he’d been the last time
Vegeta’d carried him anywhere. Well that might have to do with the fact that
Kakarot wasn’t exactly willing this time.
“Do we really have
to do this, Geta?” The taller one whined.
“Yes, we do. That
harpy woman of yours is crazy if she thinks that she’s right about this. The
onna will know what is really wrong with you.” Vegeta said confidently.
Goku grinned
weakly. “Heh, you really think it’s impossible, Vegeta? Cause I don’t know. I have
been feeling really weird lately.”
“Kakarot, please.
Don’t you think I would know if my own mate was pregnant?!”
“Well want if the
ki is too tiny to sense.”
In response to this
Vegeta abruptly stopped, leaving Goku to fall over onto the nearest wall.
“No child of mine would
ever have weak ki!” He roared in outrage.
Goku watched with
wide eyes as out of no where, the frying pan of doom descended upon the
prince’s unsuspecting head. Vegeta howled in pain before whipping around to
discover the source of the annoyance.
“Don’t you dare
yell at him!” ChiChi screamed as she raised the pan in the air for another go
round. “Goku is in a delicate condition right now and I won’t let you upset
him!”
“Look, you crazy
bi…”
But Vegeta was
silenced by just a wave of the pan.
“C’mon Goku.” The
pan-wielding psycho said as she went to help her ex-husband up from the wall.
She settled his arm over her shoulders before they made their way down the
hall.
Vegeta rubbed at
the growing knot on his head and grumbled angrily as he followed the pair.
“And who told you
that you could touch him anyway, woman!”
******
Bulma had been busy
with another patient when the trio made it to her labs. Sitting cross-legged on
the examination table grinning from ear to ear was Kalika.
Although she
actually lived at the Capsule compound, she now spent at lot of time over at
Gohan’s with the boys. Even with that being the case, Vegeta didn’t really see
much of her anymore. Needless to say he had no idea that she was as huge as she
was.
She was practically
glowing, her ebony tail swaying happily behind her. Vegeta could feel the
growing ki of his child radiating inside of her. The smirk was inevitable. He
cut his eyes over at the once married pair before he walked over to the Pacific
island girl.
“So,” he tried
pathetically at small talk. “How are…things?”
“Oh, you mean the
baby?” Kalika asked her amber eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Hn.”
“Oh, she’s
fine.”
“A female?!” He
sneered.
“Yes. A girl.” She
said slowly. Taking the care to make sure that the prince had understood that
he’d impregnated her with a female child. “What? You got something against
girls?”
“…”
“Oh, right! You do,
don’t you?”
“Shut up, woman!”
“Oh, so I finally
made it to woman status?” Kalika grinned.
Vegeta frowned.
“Oh Geta, I’m just
fucking with you!”
Bulma stood a
little bit away, smiling smugly at the two of them.
“He doesn’t take
teasing well.” The blue haired woman laughed. “But don’t pay him any mind,
Kalika. He was just like this when I got pregnant with Bra.
“For some reason he
thinks that his princely sperm is only capable of making boys. It took almost
the whole nine months to convince him that she wasn’t Yamcha’s kid.”
ChiChi suddenly
started laughing.
“Am I the only
person in this room that Vegeta hasn’t knocked up?!”
“Kakarot is not
pregnant, woman!” Vegeta suddenly roared.
Kalika scoffed,
“The hell he isn’t!”
The prince’s fury
turned on the expecting female.
“I mean look at him
Geta!” She continued as if she wasn’t getting the House of Vegeta’s family
brand glare of death.
“He’s just getting
fat!” The flame haired royal growled in defense.
ChiChi had gone to
cover the man’s ears but she had been a little too late. Goku’s eyes widened in
outrage and he whimpered.
“Vegeta!” Bulma
shrieked.
“You insensitive
asshole!” ChiChi screamed whipping out her frying pan.
“Geta! You said it
was alright! You said you liked me with a little more meat on my bones!” Goku
cried.
Bulma sweat
dropped. Kalika was utterly enthralled. Mr. Briefs apparently waltz in at the
wrong time and immediately turned around exiting the room.
******
Dende was a bit…
disturbed to say the least. He clutched the hood tighter around his head and
peered out at this amazing new world with wide glassy black eyes.
“Goten?” He
whispered urgently. “Are we even old enough to be in here?!”
“Shut up, Dende!”
The dark haired Saiyan whispered back. “You’ll blow our cover!”
Trunks gave a
withered look before passing his own fake ID to the bouncer. The taller man
gave the three of them a disapproving glance before he took a look at the
Demi’s identification.
“Mister Briefs!” A
sharply dressed man erupted from the crowd suddenly, looking a bit nervous. “I
don’t know how I could have missed you! I’m so sorry, Sir!”
Goten’s face
suddenly flushed red in rage.
“Hey! Hey, buddy!”
The youngest of the teens screeched. “This night it about my buddy Dende,
here!”
The bouncer looked
to Trunks for his approval. Trunks nodded slightly, hoping to the kais that his
boyfriend hadn’t noticed.
“Yes, of course, Mister…”
The other man began.
“Son!”
“Yes, Mister Son.”
The club’s apparent manager stammered. “Right this way. We have our VIP section
ready and waiting for you.”
Dende looked at the
masses of people milling about. There were so many scantly clad women… and men.
A furious blush lit up the Namekian’s face.
“Oh gods, oh
gods! Why did I let them talk me into this?!”
The small alien’s
thoughts were suddenly broken as he felt a hand settle lightly upon his
shoulder.
“Goten!” He said whipping his whole body around
and…
He suddenly found
himself face to face with the loveliest pair of…what did Goten call them… ah
yes…tittes he’d ever seen. Not that he’d seen many anyway. Not any like these.
“Hello.” The lovely
lady said.
Well, he could only
guess at her loveliness, as he was quite enthralled with her breasts at the
moment. The young woman apparently took note of this and ventured a slim hand
underneath his chin raising it upward. The act had knocked the hood off of his
head, although, Dende didn’t even seem to notice. She had to be the most
beautiful creature he’d ever seen.
Her skin was smooth
as milk chocolate cream and the exact same color too. And her hair was even
more lively and colorful then any fire he’d ever seen. The waves of crimson
framed her pretty face making her hazel eyes sparkle in the dim lighting. She
put the young Namekian in the mind of one of those anime girls that he tented
to drool over on the Internet. Only… she was real!
“Hello, Mister
Dende.” She said testing her luck again.
And her voice… even
over the nauseating roar of the club’s music he’d still found himself enchanted
by this lovely creature’s voice.
“Hello.” He said
weakly.
She
grinned at him. Showing off her perfect white teeth.
“My name is
Kareesha.” She said softly though he could still hear her. “Welcome to
Shak’ems.”
“Oh…th—thank you.”
“You’re very
welcome.”
“C’mon, Dende!”
Goten urged hopping around like a toddler.
It wasn’t until
then that he’d noticed that his party had left him behind. The young guardian
glanced from the dark haired Demi to Kareesha. And back again. He licked dry
lips and tried to speak, the blush on his face threatening his very life.
“Would… I mean… are
you…” He tried his best to get the words out.
Lucky for him the
amazing creature before him took pity on him.
“C’mon now, Dende.”
She beamed, her husky yet feminine voice making his heart flutter in his chest.
She then wrapped
her arm around his shoulders enveloping him in her wonderful scent.
“You really
shouldn’t keep your friends waiting. Especially, that one.” She added gesturing
to Goten has they headed up the steps. “He seems a little over zealous.”
“Yeah,” Dende
chuckled nervously. “It… it is his first time and all.”
“Oh?”
“Y-yeah, I told him
to play it cool but you know…” He giggled horridly, even wincing at the sound
before continuing. “Believe me I know.” He lied.
“Of course.”
Kareesha smiled leaning in just a little closer. “There is nothing a lady likes
more then a guy that can keep his cool.”
******
“Yep.”
“Yep?”
“Yep.”
“Yep, what
woman?”
“He’s definitely
knocked.”
“Knocked?” Goku
squeaked.
“Yep, Goku. You’re
definitely knocked.”
A deep sigh on
Kalika’s part. “You’re preggers Kaki.”
A confused look.
ChiChi sighed in
turn.
“You’re with child
Goku. You know pregnant.”
“I’m gonna have a
baby?!”
Thump
“Vegeta!” Bulma and
Goku screeched in unison.
“You have got to be
fucking kidding me!” ChiChi groaned.
Kalika just
grinned. “Damn Geta, we should bottle your stuff and sell it.”
Bulma nudged the
fallen prince in the side with her toe. “Yep, he’s out. I don’t think he heard
you Kalika.”
“Good. Then that
means its all my idea. More money for me.”
“Fat chance,” Goku
muttered. “His stuff is my stuff now. If you wanna deal, you talk to me.”
“20/80?”
“Deal!”
“Oh Goku.” The two
older women groaned.
“What?! I get the
80 right?”
Kalika grinned
wider.
“Maybe we should
get Geta off the floor. He looks a little uncomfortable.” The pregnant male
said thoughtfully.
“Well, I ain’t
picking him up.” Bulma said crossing her arms.
Kalika only grinner
wider; it was starting to get just the tad bit annoying, not to mention creepy.
ChiChi just stared back at him in non-concern.
Sigh
“And as your
doctor, Goku, I’ll have to advise you not to lift heavy, stupid things.” Bulma
added.
Kalika snorted with
laughter and slid off the exam table.
“C’mon Kaki.” She
said as she strutted out the door. “It’s time I introduce you to one of my
favorite snacks. Ya like cheese puffs?”
“It’s only my second
favoritest food!” Goku said happily as he took off behind her.
“Really? What’s
your first?”
“Peanut butter of
course.”
A grin. “Oh, we’ve got
to spend more time together big guy.”
Author’s
Note: I’m not sure I
like the ending of this chapter but hey at least it’s done. Shrugs
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