What the ... who the hell ...? ... I think my brain just exploded, and I'm hoping that some of it hit all of the people that don't know who Upa is. Rinian especially ... Now go get the Dragonball manga, and slap yourself with it. I, unfortunately, can't reach you from where I am, and all my manga is in storage anyway. Should there be no Dragonball manga readily available, go look up about Upa. Yeah, he's a real character. Nimrods.

Up for Interpretation

Chapter Eleven
Awakening

She smiled as she clutched the last dragonball in her hand, and went to sit beside Vegeta and their kill - a triceratops that had thought that they wanted to harm her precious eggs. Her grin was directed at Vegeta until she noticed what was roasting with the mother. Taking a deep breath, she put the ball in their pack, and averted her eyes to the stream that was flowing near them, ignoring the smell of eggs frying in their own thick shells.

The test had been negative, but the talk with her doctor beforehand had made her realize that she had somehow missed out on something.

"Smell good?" Vegeta asked, and she looked over at him to see that he was smirking. Ever since they had told him about the dragonballs, the man had been in a spectacular mood, and his tail had even begun to hang loosely from his waist, flicking and coiling about like a snake. She sighed as she watched it, and then it stopped, "What's wrong?"

"I'm not that hungry," she said, sitting back against a tree trunk, idly searching out the others' energy signals. They had all split up to search for the dragonballs, and she and Vegeta had ended up alone.

She shuddered as a gentle gust of wind wafted an enticing aroma toward her, and her mouth watered before she could clamp her jaw shut. Gokuu looked over at Vegeta when he began to edge nearer, his tail wagging hypnotically, "Is there something else that you want?"

Her heart began to hammer then, her eyes wide as she backed away, wishing that she knew how she had summoned Brolli's energy into her body, "No."

His eyebrow twitched before he crawled closer, "Come now ... there must be something that you hunger for, Kakarotto."

"Not really," she said, and she planted her foot against his shoulder when he was too close.

"Once," he said suddenly. "Just once, and I'll never ask again. Though you can surely come to me should you want more."

Biting her lip, Gokuu tried pressing him away more, "I thought you wanted to repopulate. The dragonballs could help bring everyone back even."

He grabbed her ankle, and pulled her toward him, sliding her underneath his form, "There are other ways to impregnate you with my seed should the wish not work. Just once though, I would like ... a feel - a taste."

Pursing her lips, Gokuu stirred slightly in thought, but released a hard gasp when his body abruptly pressed down onto hers. His hands rested on her hips, and he began to breath faster as he settled in between her thighs. Her own breath escaped her when he started kneading, and stroking along her thighs, reaching gradually higher where blood began to pulse. She grabbed Vegeta's wrists, but did nothing else, slightly curious as to what he was capable of doing.

Upa had always been supporting and leisurely during lovemaking, but the prince had gone straight to the source, and it ignited her far quicker than anything done with her other lover.

Everyone - Kuririn, Yamucha, Bulma, and even her doctor - thought that she and Upa would marry since she had told them what she and he had done. To the native brave and the young Saiyajin, however, it was only lust between friends that would be sated at times. He had been the only one she'd ever been so comfortable with, and it was their shared innocence that had reflected well in learning about pleasing the other. Perhaps, this prince was the next step in improvement - and Gokuu had always been ready to augment any and every skill she had.

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Vegeta appraised her form momentarily as he gazed down at her, "You're beautiful. Truly beautiful, but I didn't take that into consideration. Of course, you've experienced a man's touch ..."

Yawning, she blinked lazily, looking past him and at the sky. When had it become so dark? Gokuu sighed when he bent down to nuzzle with his face over the soft skin over her collarbone.

She had learned with glee that Saiyajin didn't really kiss. They touched lips, but they also used much of their face, nose, and chin in rubs of adoration. More importantly, of course, it had felt good, making little tingles across her heated face, neck, and chest.

Concentrated kisses apparently took too much effort in the greater scheme of things, and she found that she preferred that. His face came up her neck, and Gokuu wrapped her legs around his waist, driving him deeper inside. Vegeta moaned into her ear before he continued, "It was a very pleasant surprise though."

She frowned, and tried to remember what he was talking about, "What?"

"You," he said. "I didn't know that you knew how to please a man. I was hoping to tease a little virgin into submission, but this is just as good." His face rubbed against hers, lips, mouth, nose and chin tenderly searching out ways to make happy sighs. "Finally. You will be mine ..."

Tilting her head slightly when he took off his scouter - having worn it through the whole session - Gokuu held still for him when he fitted it onto her face. Smirking, he started pressing the button, seeming to easily read the blinking symbols on the screen even though it was reversed. After a moment of him searching through the scouter, she asked, "Vegeta? What are you doing?"

"Tell me, what will we have to do with these dragonballs? How do they work?"

"Hm? Oh," she smiled, "we just have to put all seven together, and summon Shenlong. When he appears, you can make your wish."

His lips pursed, and Gokuu leaned up to kiss a corner of them, making him chuckle, "What happens to them afterwards? When we make the wish, can we make another one?"

"No, you have to wait a year," she said, gently stroking his bare chest above her, and his lips curled into another grin, moving to start causing little trills from her throat. "And ... and Piccolo and Kami have to be ..." she hissed softly, and Vegeta finally stopped, his wicked little grin still in place. "Um ... Piccolo and Kami have to be alive. Kami is the one that created the dragonballs, and if he dies, they go too, and Piccolo used to be a part of Kami, so if one dies, then the other will too."

"Interesting," he said, and then nibbled at her ear, making Gokuu giggle lightly, and wrap her arms around his broad torso. Vegeta began to nuzzle down her throat to her collarbone before resting his face into her breasts, biting and sucking as she squirmed. He abruptly stopped, and she groaned in frustration while he growled soft purrs, and flashed his tail about above them like a flag, "One more thing before I really make you mine. I'm curious. How do you summon Shenlong?"

Tightening her thighs around him, she clung to him while he held utterly still, no longer helping with her aching body, "Uh ... you ... you just have to call for him, and he'll come ..."

"Thank you for telling me everything," he said with a wider smirk, pressing the button of the scouter again, and then her mind went blank.

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Kakarotto winced as she opened her eyes, and then clutched at her clothes when she felt a hard chill through her body. Holding her ragged clothes shut, she sat up with some effort, and blinked at the sight of a male in front of her. He was feasting on a large creature and some eggs, and she crept toward him slowly, not sure if the new male would share.

Her stomach growled, giving away her location, and the male turned to smirk at her, his tail twitching a little greeting to her. After some hesitation, she did the same, and then crawled a bit closer, eyeing the meat. The male chuckled darkly, lifting a hand to beckon her over, and she obeyed quickly, knowing an invitation when she saw it. He pulled her into his nude lap, nuzzling and sucking her neck as he offered a goodly chunk of meat to her.

As he stroked and coddled her to make her relax, Kakarotto began to slowly piece everything together in her head again, and cooed her appreciation to him while eating.

She could remember when her ship had landed, and that old man who had retrieved her. Some of the afterwards was fuzzy, but she could recall the ravine speeding toward her clearly. After she had been knocked out, the old man had attempted on her life, but she had revived herself, killing him easily before leaving the hovel to complete her mission.

Years after killing the Earthlings however, some had managed to survive, and from the survivors she had gleaned information on dragonballs and obtained the dragon radar from some snooty blue-haired bint. Everything after that had been slightly troublesome since she had discovered her ship had been sabotaged by the Earthlings. Thus, she had stayed on the planet to await a pick-up crew, and only in this year had she finally procured the means to send a signal to any near by soldiers.

Her distress signal had finally reached an able crew that had come immediately to her call. "Prince Vegeta," Kakarotto sighed, leaning against his frame, and said, "thank you for coming for me."

He smirked into her hair, and said, "Anything for one of my own." Rubbing her neck, he idly combed his free hand into her hair, "Especially for the last female. You can't begin to imagine how happy I am to have found you." Blooming a smile, Kakarotto turned so that she could lean her frame into his larger, warmer body, sighing when he enveloped her into his arms and legs. Vegeta rubbed their cheeks together, and she started thrumming to him, working to get her legs around his waist, "No, Kakarotto, we have to get back to the others now."

Her body protested vehemently as it remembered being entwined with this man. When he and the others had landed, she had consented to being his concubine until they could either resurrect Vegeta-sei or procure offspring from her in case the dragonballs were flukes. She could barely remember the sore sensation of her prince breaking through, and it seemed as if it had healed over quickly. She said, petting his lap and abs, "Once more ..."

"No," he said again, grabbing her wrists, "calm down, and go wash up now. We have to summon that dragon of yours." When she sighed restlessly, and stood, he took her hips into his hands to stop her for a while to say, "Perhaps we can play later in the ship though, hm? Would you like that?"

Smiling, she nodded, and bent down to nuzzle his forehead. Kakarotto shuddered when he took a loose breast into his mouth to suckle before smacking her bottom to get her moving toward the stream.

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"What did you do?" Radittsu gaped at the slim, pretty girl that used to be hidden under the ghastly orange baggy clothes.

Vegeta grinned, "I replaced some memories after I went through her programming to see what was wrong with it. I fixed it so that she thinks that she killed everyone on this planet, and found out about the dragonballs from some survivors. Also, Radittsu. We saved her."

Soon after they had retrieved the balls, Vegeta had contacted them via their scouters, and ordered them to eradicate his sister's Earthling pals, and to detain the Namekjin. He and the other had done it without question naturally, easily offing the beings, and shoving the unconscious Namekjin into Paragus' old pod, and had programmed it to douse the inhabitant with sleeping gas.

Upon arriving at the coordinates given to them by their prince, he and the others had waited with their newly obtained dragonballs. When she and the prince came back, it was not the little Saiyajin raised as an Earthling, but his sister with renewed Saiyajin manners, and personality.

Both had come back stinking heavily of sex, and Kakarotto had been nude.

After they both tried for another thorough wash in a stream, Turles had found a spandex suit in Dodoria's ship for her to don, and her likeness to a Saiyajin had been made complete.

Yet something seemed very odd to her old brother, and he attempted to make sense of the stranger in their midst. No longer was the old fire in her soul. The girl named Gokuu was dead, and Vegeta had resurrected a still dead ghost within his sibling. He didn't see the woman that had questioned his courage and the strength of his wicked heart.

As Radittsu could only stare at the prince in bewilderment, he walked around him to go to the dragonballs. Radittsu barely heard him summon the dragon, and though the dragon was grand and spectacular, it could only distract him momentarily. Kakarotto stood beside the prince the whole time, and even smiled at him when Shenlong proclaimed that their wish had been granted. It wasn't Gokuu's smile though.

Finally though, as Turles nudged him to follow them to Dodoria's empty ship, Radittsu cleared his mind, going to walk beside his new sister. Perhaps, he had just been too far away to see the fervor, or she didn't have a reason to show it. He said, "So you're feeling better now that you're with us, right?"

"Of course, I do," she smiled, and grasped his entire arm into her smaller ones as they walked, "you all saved me."

Did we really, little sister?

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END

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Yeah, you saw that right. It's over.

It's going to have a sequel though. It just occured to me on what I should do for it. Don't expect to see it anytime soon though ... I have a lot more fics to finish up and speculate over before I think about touching that one.

And yes, I am cruel. Flattery gets you everywhere.

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