Majin Planet

By Verto
Jun 28 2006
Reader Rating: Not rated yet

I woke up in the barely comfortable bed. Man, Frieza doesn’t even treat his own troops well, or should I say didn’t. I smirked slightly, glancing over at Fasha, who remained asleep with an arm draped over my stomach. I yawned and stretched a little bit, careful not to wake her. When my fuzzy senses came back into play, I noticed a large ki directly in front of me. It belonged to Vegeta, who looked cranky as usual, staring at us.

“Uh, oops?” I grinned slightly.

He grunted, “No need for alarm boy, I am merely here as a witness, you can thank me later.”

“Witness to what?”

“You’ll see,” he smirked slightly before returning to his usual scowl. Fasha stirred next to me and woke up quickly, not even noticing Vegeta and only kept her attention on me.

“My dear Verto, I offer myself to you as your life mate. I will not leave your side when in pain and will not assort myself with any other male. I will stay with you into the hells of the afterlife and beyond. I am incomplete without you, all that I have is yours! Do you accept my offer?” Fasha asked as if there was a script behind my head. I cocked an eyebrow, realizing how familiar this talk was, though it was more of a demand when Clerpe did it. Ok, what the hell did I miss? I glanced at Vegeta quickly, obvious confusion written on my face, and possibly a ki blast coming from his direction.

“She has my blessings boy, with full intention to wait for your youth body to reach maturity naturally before consummating the bond. I am merely the witness,” Vegeta grumbled. What’s with this witness stuff, wait a sec, did he just say it was a) ok to (gulp) mate with Fasha, and b) that she would WAIT?! That has some possibility.

“You would wait for me?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said without another thought. I smiled, if she was willing to give it all up for me, and Vegeta had granted her permission, that held a lot of meaning in itself. And I found myself very attracted to her, more than just physically.

“You don’t have to decide now boy, the offer stands for one week and then you cannot accept, and she cannot offer herself to you again,” Vegeta explained. I thought about it for a brief moment, spend the rest of my life with Fasha once I’m grown again, that doesn’t sound too bad, in fact it sounds exciting. Wait a sec, when the hell did this start up? I thought we weren’t going to do anything like that. Before I answered though, Vegeta jumped up and punched Fasha clean in the face, knocking her down. Instantly I was filled with rage, and instead of talking the situation out, I simply acted by knocking Vegeta across the room, through the wall and into the hall. I turned back to check on Fasha before realizing what I just did, but she held a bright smile. I sensed Vegeta come back quickly, rubbing his cheek.

“The boy returns mutual feelings, do you accept or not boy?” That was just a test?

“I accept,” I said in slight confusion. Fasha came up beside me and held my head with her hands as I looked back at her. She still held that smile, but it was brighter now, more loving. She suddenly bit her lip and blood oozed out of her lips.

“Fasha why did you..?” I was cut off when she came closer and put a finger to her lips. Then she turned my head aside and ran her bloody tongue up and down the side of my cheek, and back up again before retracting. Then she stood up and walked off, deep satisfaction came from her ki. I ran my fingers through the blood she left on my cheek, looking at the fluid on my fingers, speechless. Vegeta still stood there, smirking.

“Sorry, I kind of reacted there without thinking,” I sighed thinking how bad I was going to get it now.

“You acted correctly boy, for any male that accepts the females offer must act in defense of his soon to be chosen mate, which you did. Now you have been marked, no other female can touch you without her say in the matter, any Saiyan female anyway. The blood will dry and soak into your skin, one way to start a mating bond. However yours will not be complete until you mate for real, which will not be for some time, nor do you have to mark her back. She’s been covered in enough of your scent to drive other males away. The girl asked my permission on the matter, which is correct because she is required to ask either the trainer, father, or commander of her target mate for permission, at least properly. Oh didn’t know that did you, well chalk that up on the list of need to knows. Those women before were just sluts and whores, trashier than Kakarot, but you or myself can break off this deal at any time if it is deemed necessary. She however cannot break from it once her offer is accepted. You can expect telepathic bonds to kick in when you two are close just like the Satan girl, only she will likely annoy you to death since she will be able to hear just about everything. And for the record, I am proud of you boy for becoming more of a Saiyan and taking a Saiyan for a mate, I am impressed,” Vegeta said, then walking off with a bright smirk. I just sat there, even more confused. Ok, what the ### just happened?


Well Vegeta was right about the blood, it soaked in and vanished quickly, leaving no trace of it at all. I wiped off whatever had dried and headed for the kitchen area I smelled food from. I entered, to see most of the Saiyans laughing and talking, Shugesh and Borgos were having an arm wrestling match themselves while Bardock and Tora were downing a lot of wine. Fasha was preparing plates of food and started bringing them over as I set down. She flashed me a few small smiles, some that I returned before she put food in front of my face. Then I went into stomach mode and started chowing down on whatever had been provided. The other Saiyans stopped as well and shoveled down the food as it arrived, Fasha came back with her own plate and sat next to me. Whatever she fixed was really filling, it only took us 1 plate of the stuff to get full, and maybe it had been just that full of nutrients and stuff.

“So kid, I see you hooked Fasha after all, or did she hook you? She threaten to tear your tail off or something?” Shugesh laughed along with the other Saiyans. She responded by chucking something that looked like a chicken wing at his head. He caught it and started eating it, “Thanks Fasha, you going for me next or sticking with him? Hahaha!” The group erupted with laughter again, and she cracked a smile at their behavior.

“Hey kid, thanks for letting us know Dodoria does have a heart, it was hard to tell!” Tora said, laughing almost too hard at the end. The joking continued, probably normal for them, they had been the wisecrackers from hell when they were drunk.

“Hey you know, Zarbon always did look like a pirate or something with that dark blue scouter against his eye, now he has a reason to cover it up!” Shugesh pointed out. Oh boy, they’re nuts, maybe it’s the booze. Probably celebrating after what I just did to Frieza.

Tora got down on his knee and started emitting a struggling voice, “Are, are, are you a super Saiyan, because I’m the Lord of the universe and I know I can’t even breathe unless you allow it!” Tora said, trying to sound like Frieza. We finished up the small meal as the other males continued joking about random things.

Then a loud buzzer went off, “Arrival on planet Namek in three minutes, stand by for landing,” a girly sounding computer voice announced.

“Ok, lets go!” Bardock said, getting up first and filing out with the rest of us. Fasha and I walked out together, and stayed side by side for as long as we could.

We had landed in the middle of what looked to be a Namek village. Several Nameks were around, and mostly around their planted trees or whatever they called them. Gee, look at all the Piccolos. Vegeta led the way down the ramp, looking around.

“Where are the boys that I left here under your care?” he asked one older looking Namek.

“Ah, they left to train in the islands over there, they should be back momentarily.” I sensed the boys coming back all right, and they came back tossing some kind of orange ball between them. I suddenly realized it was really a Dragonball they were throwing and catching, I had forgotten that the Namek balls were much larger.

“And it seems they were playing with a Dragonball,” the Namek added with distaste in his mouth.

“Brats, get down here!” Goten grabbed the Dragonball and flew down with his purple hair counterpart, looking at Vegeta with hopeful eyes. It was then the crew realized how much Goten looked like Bardock that everyone except me gasped.

“Goten, come meet Kakarot’s father, your grandfather!” Vegeta said, pointing to the Goku look-alike.

“My grandson?!” Bardock asked in shock. His super Saiyan grandson tackled him a half second later, putting him on the ground with confusion.

“Grandpa!”

“Yes, that is Kakarot’s son, one of them anyway. That one is his 2nd spawn, Goten. The purple haired one is my heir, Trunks,” Vegeta explained, I noticed how he threw general disrespect to the Son Family, but no surprise there.

“Wow, Bardock a grandpa just like that, I can see those gray hairs now!” Tora joked.

“Watch out Bardock, those two are pranksters!” I warned.

“Enough chit chat, we need to get a move on,” Vegeta barked, shutting down the situation. More Nameks had arrived and were carrying dragonballs in their arms, the basketball size ones.

“Ok Namek, whenever you’re ready!” Vegeta said.

“Arise Porunga!” The sky turned dark instantly, and the balls glowed brightly.

“Now what?” Fasha asked.

“The dragon comes out, don’t be nervous, this is my first time seeing it in person too,” I said with a hand on her shoulder. Then a bright light shot up into the sky, twisting around in random directions while it sailed up. I noticed it left a large trail behind it until the light beams all merged together to become one large and oddly shaped ball of light. Then the light faded slightly and green and yellow scales took its place. The top of it showed off a few antennae as well as large red eyes. Several black spikes stuck out of it as well, and the dragon roared as its huge formed took shape.

“Whoa,” I slipped.

“Man that is one hell of a big lizard!” Shugesh said, stuttering a bit. Several heads bobbed up in down in agreement.

“You have awoken me from my slumber, I will grant you 3 wishes that are within my power, what is your first wish?” the dragon uttered loudly. The elderly Namek looked back at Vegeta for his wish.

“Restore the planet Vegita!” The Namek quickly rattled off Namekian language to the dragon.

“It will be granted!” The dragon’s eyes glowed brightly, “It is done, the planet Vegita has been restored, what is your next wish?”

“Revive all the Saiyans killed be Frieza and his goons, and place them all on Vegita, excluding us,” Vegeta ordered.

The Namek translated for the dragon, who seemed to scowl, “That’s not an easy wish, but it will be granted!” I narrowed my eyes slightly, As I recall he could only bring back 1 person per wish before the upgrade. I didn’t complain though, bad changes in this universe had been hitting me rapidly, it was nice to have a good thing happen.

His eyes glowed again, “While I’m reviving the Saiyans, what is your last wish?”

“Transport us 9 Saiyans back to where me and the boys came from. Back to our time and dimension about 10 weeks after we left!”

After the translation, the dragon grunted slightly, “That is an easy one, good luck Saiyans!” Porunga said, and a golden light wrapped up around us. It faded quickly, but then we found ourselves in the daylight in a city. I quickly scanned around and found completely familiar ki signals around, finding Goku and Gohan’s in the distance and Piccolo’s up on the look out.



The dragon had dumped us off at Capsule corp. of all places, but I wasn’t complaining.

“Finally were home, I want to get some real food, the Nameks didn’t have much other than water!” Trunks whined.

“Quiet boy, you can wait until the woman gets done with her checkups, cause you know that will happen!” Vegeta said, walking up to the door. He opened it and went on inside, walking down to the west wing to find Mom. Trunks and Goten sat in the lobby with the rest of us, Trunks pouting a little about the food and Goten asking his newly found grandpa random questions.

“So this is where you and the prince live, very not bad,” Tora said, taking a seat on the couch. I sensed Vegeta come back, with Mom in full pursuit right behind him. She stomped into the room and went right for Goten and Trunks, grabbing them by the ears and dragging them away, a furious look in her eyes.

“Whoa, that was prince Vegeta’s mate, yikes!” Shugesh mumbled.

Vegeta heard it and grunted, “Just wait until you meet Kakarot’s woman!” Oh no, not Chichi. Mom came back a half minute later, a little less angry now, and she had dawned her I’m-about-to-meet-new-people face.

“Well, those two are taken care of, I called Chichi already, so they’ll be over soon, as for you two, it’s about time Vegeta! Now who are these people you brought back with you?” Mom demanded. Gonna be a long day.



“So your Goku’s dad, well the resemblance is definitely there, and no doubt the same love for food and fighting, but your personality is totally different,” Mom said, almost astonished.

“That is because Kakarot smacked his head when he was a kid woman, I thought you knew that,” Vegeta grunted from his spot on the wall.

“Yes I knew that Vegeta, but I didn’t think it changed him that much!” Mom screeched at him, causing everyone to hold their ears.

“If not for her blue hair, she’d pass for a Saiyan any day,” Tora whispered to me.

“We’re just getting started, wait till you meet the other one,” I grinned before realizing what I just said, again. Fasha, who had been standing near Bardock, started making her way over to me before Mom could see her.

“This is your adoptive mother?” she asked in wonder.

“Yeah, don’t worry, she’s just stressed out right now, she’s actually a pretty good person. It’s her voice though that hurts my ears,” I said, faking ear pain.

“Now if you eat all the food like Goku does, me and you are gonna have words!” Mom yelled as she and Shugesh officially met. Mom came down our way in a quick pace, making my head turn circles, Oh this is gonna suck, that frying pan is coming out. Then before I knew it she had stopped in front of Fasha and myself.

“Well now, I guess I can count on Vegeta to bring back at least one girl. I was worried that it would be all guys knowing him, and all the testosterone around here would be a bit overwhelming, what’s your name?”

“Fasha, m’lady,” she almost sounded nervous.

“Oh don’t call me that, my name’s Bulma, I don’t want you trying to follow Saiyan codes of honor and respect around here. I can’t stand being addressed like a queen or something, been there pretty long as it is. Besides, I need you around to help control these beasts around here!” Mom giggled a little bit, causing Fasha to finally turn a smile. Well that went off without a hitch.

“And now you, we just can’t let you go anywhere and your all over the ladies, and here I thought you were the shy one!” she beamed at me.

Fasha had to chuckle a little bit, “Yes he was shy at first. I, ahem, got him out of that mood.” Spoke to soon, Spoke to soon! Blush city arrived quickly, earning a laugh out of them both. I gave Fasha a glance that read “traitor”.

“Ah I see, that would explain that hint of dried blood on his cheek, Vegeta told me about some of these things, that’s a female mark isn’t it?” Mom looked torn between happy and mad. I smacked my head slightly, Oh how does she do this?

“So where’s yours, doesn’t he have to do that to you?” she asked, checking Fasha’s face over.

“No woman, females have to mark males in Saiyan culture, males are not required to do so until they mate, and that is a different mark,” Vegeta explained from the wall, “You wouldn’t see it on her anyway, only males could see it on her just like only females would see it on him. Kind of a natural barrier against dishonor, however much more permanent and noticeable than one of those silly wedding rings your earthlings have. Once the ritual is complete, that mark disappears.” Whatever happened to privacy?

“Well, I hope you realize he needs to be reworked a bit, thanks to my son. So he won’t really be available for awhile,” Mom suddenly turned serious.

“She knows woman, I wouldn’t have allowed it had she not sworn her head to the boy with that in mind. They will not be mating for another 10 years, or there will be hell to pay,” Vegeta’s voice suddenly shifted to the I-will-crush-your-head tone. I cringed slightly and kept quiet, Fasha looked even more nervous about the whole thing.

“Well, since we have five more of you, we should get some sleeping arrangements figured out,” Mom began.

“No need m’lady, we will not intrude on his majesty’s home,” Bardock said, with a slight bow.

“Enough of that royalty crap, you’re on earth, not Vegita, you will stay here, and since we have the room we don’t mind, got that?” she raised her voice slightly as everyone just stared and nodded slowly. Mom slowly began to pass out sleeping arrangements, before the door swung open and one of the greatest terrors of the universe stomped in, Goku’s wife.



“That is my daughter in law?” Bardock asked in shock as he watched Chichi chase down Goten and Trunks with the frying pan swinging in the air. Unfortunately for the boys, Chichi was a former fighter, and besides 18 and Videl, was the strongest female on the earth. She had to be, she put up with Goku didn’t she? Well it showed because Goten and Trunks were running nearly as fast as they could without ki, but then they were too scared to realize this as they ran back and forth in the hallways, passing us occasionally.

“Yeah, don’t piss her off, that skillet isn’t exactly soft. I don’t know what its made of, but it sure hurts like hell, and it has a habit of not breaking,” I said, backing off a little when the boys made another fly by. Chichi didn’t come running back, instead I sensed her go for the kitchen, ready for a different approach that worked.

“Where did she go?” Fasha whispered.

“3, 2, 1,” was all I said, counting down to the bait.

“Goten, Trunks, dinner!” The scared faces lifted off and they made a mad dash for the kitchen, giving off two resounding clangs a few seconds later.

“Works every time,” Mom laughed. Chichi came stomping back a minute later, frying pan tucked away, and she looked a bit more content now.

“She certainly has an overwhelming personality,” Fasha whispered, shifting a bit closer to me as Chichi gave everyone the evil eye before talking to Mom.

“Tell me about it, I’ve been whacked with that frying pan before just for two badly timed words, you do the math,” I whispered back.

“Why don’t you just kill her?” she suggested, causing me to gasp.

“Your kidding right? That is like signing a death warrant, even for me,” I said, realizing Fasha was just acting like a typical Saiyan and wasn’t used to weaker humans just yet.

“Why is that?” she asked.

“Suffer the wrath of a few of the most powerful warriors in the universe at the same time, no thanks. Especially when they’re a couple of my friends as well. Sure I’m strong, but Gohan, her son, is a bit stronger than me, and his father isn’t someone you can just go up against and hope to beat no sweat. He has a history of beating enemies 10 times stronger than him at any given notice,” I explained.

“Oh, never mind then, I guess it’s just that soft heartedness of yours,” she said, a bit more warmth in her voice.

I blushed slightly, “Well I’m also serious about that.” Speak of the Saiyan himself, the door opened again, and this time someone a bit more familiar to the group walked in.

“What the hell, Bardock has a twin?” Shugesh asked.

“Not that I know of, and I’ve known him since he was 2 zurals old,” Tora said in confusion.

“Hi, I’m Goku!”

“You’re a Saiyan though aren’t you, what kind of name is Goku? It’s not Saiyan,” Tora asked.

Vegeta started to chuckle, “I see I’m not the only one that agrees on that one Kakarot, see what happens when you mix up too much of the gene pool, Bardock? Eventually a block head comes out!” The comment was generally ignored, because everyone just realized who Goku was, mostly Bardock.

“You’re my son?” Bardock whispered into the air, just loud enough for us to hear.

“You’re my dad, wow I think I see a mirror, you look just like me and Goten, except for that scar?”

“An old gift from one of Frieza’s training camps,” he said, holding his hand to his face. Father and son stared at each other some more, one with a bright smile, one with more of a shocked look. The group backed off from the two a bit, seeing as the two needed some time together. Okay Goku, you’ve met your dad once already, please don’t act like it’s the first time, then again…

“And just what were you doing young man?” A voice said behind me, scaring me shitless because I recognized it. I looked back to see Chichi’s face right in front of mine, causing me to spin around rather quickly.

I grinned and scratched my head a bit, “Out and about?” CLANG, instant headache. While I was holding my head in agony, I sensed Fasha’s ki rise with anger.

I quickly put a hand in front of her, shaking my head, “Don’t even think about it Fasha, I’m ok.” Fasha slowly backed off, but remained slightly angry, no doubt the mating bond was already starting to kick in.

“Look at you, walking around with a bunch of Saiyans that probably haven’t bathed for a few years or more, and picking up some girl in the bar on their planet I suppose. How long did you know her before you did anything?” Oh boy, through the wringer.

“Three months, and she was part of Bardock’s crew that I joined,” I answered truthfully, knowing that Chichi would be able to tell if I lied about it.

“Humph, well I knew Goku ever since he was a tiny kid, it’s best to at least know a girl before even considering dating one. What were you thinking, or were you at all with that teenaged mind, trying to become a father early?”

“Chichi, you can’t really blame him. Since the boys used the growth ray on him, well, his normal teenage and adult hormones kicked in, and well you know how Saiyans are with those,” Mom hinted at it the subject.

“Well I suppose your right about that Bulma, Gohan did change a bit when he hit 18 a few months ago, but I thought this one was going to be the shy one!” Great, here it comes, prepare to launch extra blood to face, in 5, 4, 3, 2.

“Well he should at least clean his face off, it isn’t proper to be standing in a ladies presence with red all over his face!” Goku, who had been wisely staying out of the conversation, stepped back into it.

“What red on his face, I don’t see anything Chichi?” What a long day, and it’s only bound to get worse.

“I’m gonna get some more comfortable clothes on, I’ll be right back,” I said before anyone could say otherwise, making a beeline for the stairs.

A hand grabbed my ear, “Hold on, I’m not finished with you yet young man! Well spill it, did you mate with her or not?” Chichi asked with the frying pan out and ready. Wow, the question came a whole 10 seconds later than I expected it.

“No harpy, the boy didn’t mate her, and won’t for at least 10 years,” Vegeta interjected, turning Chichi’s wrath to him. I didn’t waste any time after that, once Chichi changes targets its time to go before she turns around again.



I pulled off my stretchy armor, the material was a bit different then Mom’s spandex, but it was pretty close, hers was a bit lighter and more durable. I tossed the armor plating over next to the dresser, knowing I’d probably use it again sometime. I slipped on a T-shirt and Shorts, wiggling my tail through the back hole that had been cut into it before wrapping it up around my waist, it’s permanent spot so to speak. I heard a few more clangs go off, both times Vegeta’s ki winced slightly, meaning he said either too much, or in a tone Chichi didn’t like. I sat down on the bed, rethinking the events of the past three months. Well, mostly the past few days in my point of view, the months went pretty fast since we were in hyper sleep most of the time. But only one thought trend remained constant, Fasha, it always came back to Fasha.

Did I do the right thing, or is it all a mistake? Was she serious about the whole thing, 10 years is a long time to wait on someone for something like that. Why am I rethinking this, I already accepted, and Vegeta would never let me back out on something like this, he’s just as soon kill me for such an act of dishonor. Ah Hell, now I even have that shit he drilled into me in full play, Argh, why me? The door creaked open slightly, and Fasha stepped in, snapping me out of my daze. She closed it quickly, walking slowly over.

“You all right up here?” she sounded concerned.

“Yeah, why?” I lied.

“Because I can hear your confused voice talking to itself from all the way down there, and it seemed pretty easy to track you down,” she beamed at me, crossing her arms.

Oh here we go, now the telepathy kicks in. There was no way I was talking that loud.

“You sure, though it was barely a whisper, I heard just fine. Wait a sec, your lips didn’t move just now?”

“Telepathic communication, Vegeta told me that mates can do this when within close range, like now, and I’m not even trying to do it, you’ll just start hearing them like now,” I replied through my thoughts.

Fasha seemed slightly amazed, “How in the heck did I hear you?” Apparently she didn’t get it just yet.

“Fine, you try it and see if I hear you? It won’t be too difficult for you to transmit to me, but to others it won’t go.”

“Let’s see, what should I say, oh I know! You look like you need some bedtime companionship right now!”

I paled slightly, “Yeah, you got it,” I said quickly.

“So how about that bedtime companionship then?” she asked, running a finger down my muscled arm.

“Yeah, and suffer ultimate embarrassment because you know everyone is going to hear us,” I looked at her with the are-you-crazy look.

“Your saying it isn’t worth it?” Good point. The door swung open before the subject continued, and there stood the figure I was hoping wouldn’t show up just yet, but she did.

“Well, look who’s finally back, and with a different girl too, oh I think I’m jealous!” Videl said with her fake scrunched up face of doom, “Looks like your face needs washed too, you big brat!”

“Who is this?” Fasha asked, standing back up, a slight shift of hardened emotions.

“Videl Satan, nice to meet you too!” Well that attitude sure doesn’t melt in the face of new people.

“That’s Gohan’s girl, Goku’s daughter in law,” I said quickly, before realizing what I just slipped.

“How did you know that Verto, Chichi and Bulma never told you that we were now engaged, or did they?”

“That bite mark on your neck gave it away of course, and the smell, I’m guessing you’re a month pregnant aren’t you?” Fasha asked for me. Well she did save me a bit that time, I gotta watch it with these close calls.

“I’ll never know how you Saiyans do that!” Videl said, annoying, but stepping a bit closer to stand face to face with Fasha, but not looking at her.

“Three months and you didn’t grow at all?” she asked me in a playful voice.

“Full Blooded Saiyans usually reach their maximum height after 9 Zurals, so he probably still has a little ways to go. Besides, it isn’t height that determines the winner of a fight!” Fasha stood on edge, she obviously didn’t get that it was just a joke, and I felt that she was ready to pounce on Videl and tear out her internal organs.

“Excuse me miss, but I was only kidding around, friends do that you know!” Videl said, scowling at Fasha’s death glare.

“Your friends with this Earthling?” Fasha turned in slight surprise. Great, this just keeps getting better.

“Yeah, he saved my butt a few times, friends do that too!”

“Shouldn’t have wasted his time, but then again he is a big softy, I’ll need to work that out of him,” Fasha crossed her arms as Videl cringed slightly. What I thought was the limit for Videl’s angry face, it had just set a new record.

“Humph, well if I didn’t meet Gohan before and officially go with him, he would have been my next choice,” Videl said, turning her face back to a smirk.

“Too late little girl, he’s mine now!” Fasha snapped. I thought about standing in between them before something broke out, but then that probably wouldn’t get me very far. Then Videl just had to start adding insult to injury, mostly towards me in general, and mostly in effort to drive her away.

“Why would you want him? He’s just a kid, probably doesn’t know how to treat a lady anyway, well a human one anyway. All you Saiyans are savage brutes from what I hear!” What kept Fasha on the ground and motionless I still don’t know, but she kept her composure, good thing too, I wasn’t sure if I would have been able to stop her.

“Is that a fact, guess you don’t know him that well then, too bad, he may be a kid in body, but he’s a whole lot better in battle and heh, bed, then any male I’ve ever come across,” Fasha smirked slightly at the end, not realizing she just left herself wide open.

“So you are just some slut he picked up at a bar, I thought so. If he has any brains left over after living your dirty lifestyle, he’s kick you to the curb in a heartbeat!” Videl said, pressing the button I feared she would. Fasha’s ki rose with anger, and I could tell she was about fed up with it.

“Videl stop it, Fasha’s a good girl just like you are, she was just brought up in a different way than you,” I said quickly, attempting to end the conversation before it turned ugly, ugly as in cleaning Videl’s remains off a wall. Fasha and Videl relaxed a bit after that, but not before Videl’s angry face turned to me.

“How could you go for an alien girl anyway, there are a lot of human girls around here that would be good for you. I know I would have for sure if not for Gohan, maybe Erasa, though she’s a bit ditzy,” Videl asked with a slightly begging for an answer face.

“If not for my future mate, and for Bardock’s unborn great-grandchild, I would kill you where you stood right now! It is only natural for a Saiyan to want another Saiyan, just like a human weakling would want another weakling. He had his choice among us Saiyans, I made my offer and he accepted, there is nothing else to discuss!” Fasha said, standing in between Videl and myself now.

“Videl, please stop this, I don’t want you and Fasha going to war over me. We always agreed that you were with Gohan, so please don’t try to dictate who I am with. Trust me on this one, I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” I thought at Videl this time

Unfortunately Fasha heard it as well, “You have a bond with her too, or is that just telepathy again?”

“Vegeta called it a friendship bond, said it was cause I saved her life a few times, do you know about those?” I asked.

“A little bit, those bonds are rare on Vegita, more often called bonds of alliance, but rarely do any go deeper than that. Maybe only 10 of those ever occur every generation, the warrior and trainer bonds are the more fitting versions of those, without the telepathy,” Fasha turned and sat on the bed next to me. She seemed a bit calmer now, maybe because she knew that Videl and I had a special connection, and one that she could not deny.

“Well, I suppose I can put up with her, as long as she doesn’t try to dishonor her own mate and come for you,” Fasha sent her another death glare, refueling Videl’s hateful gaze.

“Well, I hope you can take the heat then, cause once I have this kid and get back to training, I’m going to tear you apart!” Videl snarled before turning on her heel.

“Good luck then, weakling!” Fasha shouted back, regardless of my glare to both of them.



Apparently Mom learned of the Videl/Fasha rivalry pretty quick, because she was up the stairs in a flash, and Gohan came in with her. Better and better, this just isn’t my day!

“You’re right, now how strong is this Gohan again, if I can’t challenge his mate, I’ll be glad to take him on!” Fasha grinned slightly as he strode in with a confused look on his face.

“Don’t even consider it, he’s a little stronger than me, and you haven’t even seen anywhere close to that just yet. I’ll put this in terms you can understand. You remember what I did to Frieza? Well he was doing shit like that when he was a kid!” Fasha paled slightly, right in tune with Mom’s deathly glare.

“I heard you and Videl had some words, I suggest you hold your tongue then. You may be my future daughter in law, but I will not have fights in this house, especially not between you and her, EVER!” Fasha leaned back a little, Mom’s presence scared her, and rightly so. I didn’t even have to tell her not to attack in retaliation. She knew full well who Mom was married to, and even Goku wouldn’t be able to stop Vegeta if he was pissed off enough.

“What happened man?” Gohan asked me, even though the clash of females was still continuing.

“Bad words on both sides of the front,” I said in truth, before Fasha’s angry face turned to me in slight shock.

“You’re not going to back me up on this?” She asked in a sorrowful tone.

“Hey I’m being honest, you think I can stand up and just lie to everyone? Sure Videl started it with a badly timed joke about height, and she insulted Saiyans as a whole, but you weren’t really helping with the death threats you know,” I scolded. Fasha relaxed a bit, but Mom sure didn’t.

“Gohan, you can leave, I need to discuss this with these two, there won’t be anymore of this okay hun?”

“Um, ok,” Gohan shook his head and left the room quickly. With that said, Mom turned back to Fasha in a heartbeat.

“You threatened her? Girl, do you realize how much danger you could be in by doing that, do you?”

“Well, I was told she wasn’t strong at all, only that her mate Gohan is insanely powerful, no offence, but Gohan seems pretty soft,” Fasha said flatly.

“That’s because you haven’t gotten to see his Saiyan side yet, and pray that you aren’t on the other side of the fence whenever you do. I know Saiyans are aggressive by nature, I should know because I live with the most egotistical one of them all, and I’ve seen him get pretty angry and blow things up without a second thought. But no one, not even Goku, can duplicate the shit I’ve seen Gohan do when he’s mad. There is no human and no Saiyan, there’s just an uncontrolled beast that will destroy whatever made him mad in the first place. There is no stopping him once the beast is unleashed! Why do you think he’s such a gentle person in the first place, Goku and Chichi drilled that into him for years, but she didn’t allow him to train. Then he was in his first battle when he was about five, or two and a half in your terms, and he had to watch his father suffer while not being able to do anything. It was that first time as I hear that the beast came out and started taking names. It’s like another mode that he goes into, rather in control or not. Even Vegeta knows to stay away when Gohan is mad, and I mean on the edge of snapping mad. Many villains have learned the hard way, Frieza was on that list as well,” Mom shook her finger slightly. Fasha seemed unfazed, until she said that even Vegeta knew better.

“And if you weren’t in enough danger from Gohan in that department, then you would be from myself, Chichi, and Goku, and no one in their right mind would dare those odds, so just watch it,” Mom scolded before backing off a little bit.

Fasha scowled, “What is this place, a farm for cowards or fighters?”

“Just a different lifestyle, Fasha, you can adapt can’t you?” I asked silently while Mom glared at her.

“Of course I can!”

“You might need to keep an eye on her kid, knowing Videl like we do, she’d probably get ridiculously brave and challenge her to a fight or something, so just stick by her,” Mom turned to leave, but stopped quickly, “Oh by the way, I’m gonna be throwing a party tonight since you guys are back. I’ve been meaning to throw another reunion party anyway, I’ll have the Karaoke machine out, you can plug in that music player of yours and crank out a few of those good ones I’ve heard you sing along to. Just watch it on the heavy metal and the rap stuff okay? You know Chichi would tear off your head after pounding it in with the pan if you were to play some of the stuff I’ve heard off that thing! Party starts in a few hours, so you have some time alone before you need to get washed up. Oh and Fasha, I will require you to come with me tomorrow, we’ll do some shopping and get you some other clothes rather than your armor okay? I’ll get some for you tonight here pretty soon.” With all that said Mom left. I sensed a lot of confusion within Fasha.

“I don’t get it, one minute this place seems to be nothing but a breeding ground for soft weaklings, and the next I’m threatened that my life could be in danger?”

“Welcome to earth,” I said with a slight grin.

“Well, I suppose I can handle it as long as she lets me sleep with you,” Fasha cooed a bit, scooting closer. The door swung open, startling both of us, and it was Mom again.

“Something I forgot to tell you, Vegeta says you two can have all the sex you want as long as you don’t fulfill the whole thing. I don’t really approve but I know Saiyans aren’t in danger of pregnancy until mated. Just keep it down tonight, we are right next door!” Speak of the devil, as if she needed incentive. Blood rushed to my face faster than lightning, and even Fasha blushed a bit too.

Mom giggled, “Whoops, did I say too much?” She shut the door while laughing all the way down the stairs.

“Well you heard the queen, time to get down!” Fasha laughed, jumping towards me with a hungry look in her eye.

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