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Promises
By : Batjokes
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Vegeta scowled at the crew as he held onto the arms of his seat. Even his younger brother Tarble had a death grip on his own seat’s arms.

Raditz gritted his teeth as he pulled up on the controls then pressed a couple of buttons and jiggled another lever. On and on he proceeded as sweat gathered on his brow and upper lip. Licking his lips in concentration he quickly hid his tongue back in his mouth as they began to descend quickly through the atmosphere of the planet.

“Fuck!” Raditz growled as his body leaned one direction in hopes of not crashing full on.

Nappa himself had hold of other controls and turned a few knobs. “You’d better land this ship now Raditz. It won't just be the prince who kicks your lower class ass if you don’t get it right.”

Vegeta cackled. “Oh, yes, Raditz will get a beat down by all of us.”

Tarble shook his head with his eyes still closed, “It’s not his fault.”

“And who was it that was supposed to check that the fuel gage was full?” The elder prince growled.

Before anyone could say anything, Raditz cried out.

“We’re going in! Hold on tight!”

The long haired Saiyan pulled back on the controls and pressed a button. Upon pressing said button the wheels of the craft came out and bounced on the uneven ground below. Everyone was jostled as the craft continued to bounce along.

When the craft felt as if it were about to tip over and crash into a bunch of trees, suddenly everything stopped!

Goku stared at the spaceship with jaw agape. “Whoa. That’s a huge ship an’ th’ strong people’re inside!”

Bulma frowned, “They’re going to crash, Goku.”

Goku glanced at his friends. “We better help before someone gets hurt.” He lifted up off the ground and went to reach for the back part of the ship. Yamcha and Krillin were on either side of him just a few feet up and tugging on the tail end too. Tien and Chiaotzu were on the right of the craft pushing on it so that it didn’t flip over.

Goku couldn’t see into the thing from where he was, but he tugged on it even as Bulma yelled.

“Goku! Be careful! Remember your condition!”

He didn’t want to think about that. If this was going to hurt the twins it’d be bad, but he couldn’t ignore whatever or whoever was in the ship that could get hurt or hurt everything around them if they crashed.

The big vehicle slowed down with all of them helping as Goku’s muscles strained.

“Did it stop, guys?” He asked the others.

Krillin moved away from it and rubbed his bald head. “Heh, looks like it Goku.”

Yamcha removed his own hands and nodded. “Yep. We’re good here. But who's in this hunk of junk?”

Everyone jumped aside when a door opened.

Goku’s eyes widened as a huge bald guy with a mustache stomped down followed by some long haired guy. They both had some weird looking furry belt around their waists.

The energy they were giving off had the hair on the back of his head standing on end, and his hair was already all over the place to begin with.

Yamcha and Krillin took defensive stances, ready to fight if they had to.

Someone still inside the ship laughed. “Oh, this should prove to be interesting.” Some short guy with a similar belt and flame shaped hair walked down off the ship. The next guy too looked similar to him, but had bangs and was shorter yet. At least his energy didn’t feel so bad, even if it was just as strong.

Goku’s tail wagged as he thought he might have a chance to spar with these strong guys.

Bulma however had run up and grabbed him by the elbow. “Don’t even think about it mister. You’ll have to sit this one out and wait.”

He blinked and looked down at Bumla. He lifted his free hand to scratch the back of his head. “Aww, Bulma, tha’s not fair. I wanna fight an’ see who’s th’ strongest.”

The long haired of the five that had existed the aircraft locked eyes with Goku.

“Why, Kakarot, you look so much like father, ya could practically be ‘is clone.”

Goku looked to his right and to his left. “Whose Kakarot?”

The long haired alien frowned and pointed right at Goku. “You are , little brother.”

“Uh, I think yer mistaken. My name’s Son Goku.”

Bulma pat Goku on the shoulder. “Goku, we talked about this. You are from somewhere else even if you don’t remember.”

Well, Grandpa Gohan had told him, but he wasn’t sure it was a good thing now that these guys were here.

Pushing Bulma behind him he frowned and lifted a fist. “What’re ya doin’ here?”

The one dressed in blue without bangs stepped forward. “We are here to investigate if there are any Saiyans here.” He turned around to look at the planet. “A Saiyan that should have culled this planet, but,” he stared at Krillian, Yamcha, Bulma, Tien, and the others, “it would appear that did not happen.” The guy turned to stare back into Goku’s eyes, “So tell me, Kakarot, why these weaklings are still alive?”

Bulma yelled, “Who are you calling weaklings!?”

Goku blinked. “I dunno what you're talking about, but this is my home and these are my friends. Ya should go back to where ya came from.”

The big bald one growled, “That is no way to speak to the crown prince.”

Everyone around Goku gasped. Goku blinked and lifted a hand to cover his belly. This was his prince? Surely not. He sounded cruel and looked mean. He could tell he was really strong, but that didn’t mean he was a good person.

The crown prince lifted a hand and turned on something on his face. A piece of tinted glass. The guy scoffed. “Pathetic. You might be the strongest on this planet, but you’re just a weakling.”

The bald one glanced at the crown prince. “So, what do you want to do about him, Prince Vegeta?”

The shortest of the five walked over and stood in front of Goku. “Brother, think wisely. Kakarot is valuable to our race, if you don’t want us to go extinct.”

Bulma laughed. “Yeah, you hear that you big oafs?”

The end of Goku’s tail twitched in irritation. “I’m not weak an’ even if I am, I can get stronger. I just have to train.”

Bulma gasped and grabbed onto Goku’s arm again. “You can’t train Goku! Not in your condition, remember!?”

Vegeta glared at his brother. He should blast him, the pathetic weakling. Even with his power level he was good, but he wasted it! And yet Tarble spoke truth.

His glare turned to Kakarot as the orange donned one spoke and then on the blue haired earthling woman.

Nappa lowered his head to whisper, “My prince, the scent from the third class.”

Vegeta inhaled, his mouth parting. He growled. “Who the hell fucked you, Kakarot?”

Kakarot’s eyes widened and his face turned red as a beet. “Uh… no one.”

Bulma nodded. “That’s right. Why would you even ask that, are you a pervert?”

Vegeta pushed the woman and Tarble away from Kakarot. He reached up and grabbed the blue and orange over the taller Saiyan’s chest and tugged him down. “I can smell that you’re with cub. Someone had to have fucked you for you to be pregnant. I’d like to know who would dare touch what does not belong to them. Who touched you!?”

Kakarot cocked his head. “You’re touching me right now, Vegeta.”

“Idiot!” He growled, showing his sharp canines. “Who got you pregnant?”

Kakarot lifted a hand to scratch his cheek. “Eh, th’ eternal dragon, Shenron, I guess?”

Bulma giggled.

Vegeta frowned. “A dragon? Where is this dragon? I’ll fucking chop off his balls and feed it to him.”

Goku’s eyes widened.

Yamcha and Krillian fell on their backs laughing.

Tien smirked while Chiaotzu stared open mouthed.

Bulma placed a hand on her hip and shook her head. “Shenron didn’t fuck Goku.”

“Then who did?” Vegeta snapped.

Bulma whistled. “Jealous, much?”

Vegeta let go of the idiot’s cloth and stepped back to glare at them. He should just blast the planet. If not for Kakarot being intersex he’d obliterate him as well. “A prince has no reason to be jealous, but only a Saiyan should have given Kakarot cubs.”

Bulma chuckled again while Kakarot just shook his head and looked between them, utterly confused. “Well now, Prince Vegeta, Goku here made a wish to the eternal dragon, Shenron?”

“A wish?” Vegeta frowned. He’d heard about such stories but had believed them to be utter rubbish.

Goku nodded. “Yeah, a wish. I didn’t know I could get pregnant. I just asked to have children with my prince and when they didn’t show up I went and talked to Bulma. She showed me stuff and we found out I was pregnant.”

Vegeta blinked. He wasn’t sure this was the truth. “Your prince?” That meant the oaf hadn’t given any names. Kakarot had two princes as a Saiyan. Vegeta himself, and Vegeta’s younger brother. “So either I or Tarble are the sire?”

Tarble had been quiet until then. “What!?” He shook his head. “No way it’s me. If Kakarot was betrothed to you, wouldn't that mean you’d be his prince?”

Vegeta growled, “Tch. If this story is even true. I don’t trust it.”

Kakarot’s shoulders slumped.

“But if it is, then Kakarot is carrying the next generation of Saiyans. Do you fucking have any clue what Frieza will do if he finds out!? We have to destroy this planet and take Kakarot somewhere no one can find the idiot.”

Kakarot stomped his foot on the ground and glared at them, the wind picked up. His meager strength doubled.

Vegeta turned to stare at him. He smirked. “A little stronger than you let on, but still not even as strong as your brother,” he thumbed at Raditz.

“You will not destroy this planet!”

Raditz chuckled. “You won't win, brother. No matter how much you like to fight like any Saiyan.”

“What do I have to do so ya’ll will leave this planet alone? It’s my home.”

Nappa laughed. “Like the prince will show any mercy.”

Tarble sighed. “Brother, perhaps you should leave this planet alone. If it has a wish granting dragon, then perhaps it can be of some use to us.”

“Frieza can’t learn about that or we’ll be in worse shit than we already are,” Vegeta lifted a hand and began to gather his ki.

Kakarot grabbed him by the wrist. “I’d rather die than let ya hurt my friends and destroy my home.”

“You are a Saiyan, not an Earthling, Kakarot!” The prince glowered and quickly had to extinguish the ki so it didn’t hurt the possible full blooded Saiyans the idiot was carrying.

Nappa and Raditz glared at Kakarot’s friends.

Nappa asked, “How about we break them all?”

Tarble growled, “I’ll stop you if I have to. Stop and think!”

Yamcha and the others gulped. They were all of them ready to fight even if it meant to their own ends if it was to protect the planet.

Vegeta closed his eyes and dragged in a breath. “Fine. But it’s only delaying the inevitable. Once Frieza gets here he’ll blow up the planet himself and anyone who defies him. He already destroyed Vegetasei even though the Saiyans were his damn little soldiers.” Which meant he’d be after Kakarot if he learned that there was even a remote chance of the Saiyan race being able to repopulate. They guy had spies throughout their Universe.

Kakarot’s eyes rounded. “If ya promise to leave Earth alone and stop hurting other planets I know a way ya can train for a year and only lose one day’s time.”

Vegeta laughed. “You think if we were able to defeat Freiza that we’d just stop? Saiyans are warriors. We live and breathe fighting.”

“That dun mean you have to kill people or destroy planets.”

With a smirk he nodded to Nappa and Raditz before smiling at Kakarot. “Oh, well, perhaps we can turn over a new leaf,” Vegeta didn’t think so, but he wasn’t going to say it aloud to the moron.

Kakarot blinked. “Really? That was easy.”

“I am the Crown Prince of All Saiyans after all.”

Tarble lifted his hand, “You mean King, don’t you?”

He growled, “Our father was the king. I’m not dishonoring him by taking on that title.”

Tarble sighed. “I guess… but it’s always been done that way.”

“He did not die an honorable death. He died because the planet was destroyed by the hand of someone he was supposed to trust.” No one could trust that icejin. Certainly not now. “And he’s tried to tell us that it was an asteroid when it was him.” But they had all kept quiet about it. Biding their time.

Kakarot placed a hand on Vegeta’s shoulder. “I’m sorry ya all had to go through that, but that means ya all should know what it feels like ta lose yer friends, yer family, yer planet. It’s not nice so ya shouldn’t do it to others.”

Vegeta smacked Kakarot’s hand away. He didn’t want to listen!

“We just want to be free of Frieza. The only way to do that is to kill him. He doesn’t care.” He would not let his voice wobble, nor let any damn tears fall. He was the damn prince, even if it was a dead race. He would be strong for their memory and for those who had somehow managed to survive. Even if they were trash. But when had trash looked so good? He shook his head. Vegeta wasn’t about to let himself be led astray.

Kakarot asked, “Do ya really have to kill him?”

“Some people deserve to die. He and his family lead the PTO. They send us and others in to cull planets so that he can sell them to those looking to buy an entire planet as a vacation home.”

Bulma and the others grimaced.

“That’s horrible!” The blue haired woman huffed and smacked a fist into her palm.

Kakarot nodded. “Okay. I’ll show ya where ya can train Vegeta. I dunno if Kami will let all of us train there, but if it’ll stop this Frieza from destroying anymore planets than that’s what we’ll do.”

“Kami!?” The five who’d landed in the ship gasped.

Vegeta frowned. “You? You’re friends with a god?”

Kakarot rubbed the back of his head. “I dunno if he’s a god? He’s a guardian of Earth and he’s helped me train before. He’ll help if it means protecting this planet and the Universe too.”

Just because the idiot knew a god, or whatever, didn’t mean he was any smarter. But if he could himself get stronger, then he’d use whatever tools and idiots he had at his disposal.

Bulma frowned. “And why do you think you’re going to train, Goku? Do you want to lose thw twins?”

Vegeta’s jaw dropped. “Twins!?” Twins were rare . Either Kakarot was super lucky or super fertile. But then was it fertility when it involved a wish? Better if Kakarot proved to be very fertile, then they could easily repopulate. Except they needed a planet for that and Vegetasei was gone. Sadalasei had been long lost.

Kakarot chuckled. “Yeah.”

“And just why would you be training when you’re pregnant? If these are indeed my children, then you should keep them safe.”

“Awww, but I wanna fight too.”

“No,” Vegeta growled. “Like you’re even strong enough anyway!”

Kakarot growled back, his tail twitching behind him fast and furious. “I’m gonna train! I just have ta have th’ twins first. And someone has ta show ya where this place is and what ta do when yer there.”

Bulma sighed. “Fine, fine. I’ll get some capsules ready so you have food and water and the tools for hunting and fishing.”

Kakarot grinned. “Thank ya Bulma!”

“But, someone has to go who’ll make sure you don’t train until your babies are born.”

Tarble grinned. “I can do that.”

Raditz frowned. “I’m his brother, I should get to go too.”

Nappa arched a brow. “I’m the one that takes care of the royal family.”

Bulma sighed. “Perhaps you can all go then. If this Frieza guy is as bad and as strong as you say.”

Kakarot nodded. “Yeah. It’ll be up to Kami and Mr. Popo. But first, let’s get something to eat, I’m starving.”

All of the orange donned Saiyans friends fell on their backs except the blue haired woman who just shook her head with a fond smile.
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