Mameko : Mother of Goku - Vegeta-sei Revisited

by Aoi Kami Sarah

Chapter Four

 

            The sun glared down on him, but the Jinzouningen’s irises simply adjusted till they were nearly pin size. He had paid close attention to everything in the last 24 hours: the way the wind felt on his face, the smell of the forest, tastes: everything. He wanted to remember how it was. He had prepared himself. He rocketed past Karin Tower and finally came up over the lip of the lookout.

            Dende didn’t have to open his eyes. He sat in lotus position and called to the visitor.

            “Hello, Juunanagou. How are you this morning?”

            “I’m well, Kami-sama.”

            “I heard that Mameko and Vegeta are on a bit of a vacation,” he laughed a little and stood up.

            “So they are. I bet you know why I’m here, ne?”

            “Hai.” Dende smiled at the Jinzouningen. “You’ve thought this over very well, haven’t you?”

            “Yes.”

            He nodded and summoned Mr. Popo.

 

*

 

            Mameko’s eyes slowly opened and for a moment she thought she was still in a dream of the past. Bardock was dozing lightly in a chair to her left. The sunlight poured into a puddle below the window. He woke when she sat up.

            “Feelin’ better?”

            “Mm,” she nodded. “It must be almost noon, has it happened yet? Is Furiza dead?!” she asked, excitedly.

            “Not yet.” Bardock stood and stretched all the way down to his tail, which shook as he arched his back. “We’d feel it.”

            Mameko blinked at him. He was wearing a pair of baggy pants, northern-style leather boots, a white straight-necked shirt and an old officer’s jacket. “Where did you get the duds there, Cowboy?”

            “Consignment shop. I had the doc look after you while I stepped out. Gotcha some too.” He smirked and tossed her a paper bag. “And some breakfast. In case you didn’t want to leave the room just yet.”

            Mameko pulled the thin, white nightgown over her head. “I wish I was feeling better…” she smiled as she put her new dress on. “Then we’d both have a reason to not leave the room just yet.”

            Bardock simply hummed, [Saiyajin male for: ‘I agree. I want to jump on you but I want you to get better.’]

            Mameko smoothed out the cute, country, jumper-style dress her mate had found her and was polite enough not to mention that his fashion sense was dead. She would dress him better later. “So, when are the fireworks?” She went to the window and looked out at the quaint, little town they had found.

            “Imagine a being as powerful as he is suddenly getting annihilated,” Bardock smirked with pleasure as he thought of it himself. “Something like that, we’ll be able to feel it.” He watched her from his seat, leaning back in the chair. Noticing the familiar way she held her hands behind her back; the same what that the blue-haired woman had. That woman had smelled like Mameko, there was no mistaking it. And she knew about the future… He lost himself in his thoughts.

            “Hello, Bardock?” Mameko cocked her head to the side. “You in there?”

            “Uh, sou sou…” She was standing in the puddle of noon-day sunlight. Her tawny brown hair shimmered. Her smile almost glowed. “Come here.”

            “Mm?”

            He patted his lap. “Com’ere,” he coaxed her again. She giggled and sat down. Even though she was tall for a Saiyajin woman, she always felt petit next to her mate. He was so strong and his hands dwarfed hers. He wrapped his arms around her and she laid her head against his chest. “I missed you so much, Kiddo.”

            They sat like that for a long while. He stroked her hair and kissed her face and hands.

            “I want to find our son.”

            “Beat ya to it.”

            “No!” she beamed. “Really!?”

           He nodded. “He’s still in the maternity ward. He’ll be there till we come get him.” Quickly, before she could ask, he added. “His name is Kakarotto.”

 

 

            *

            The king’s entourage filed down the corridors past sniggering soldiers of various alien species. “Fools!” “Hope they’ve got life insurance!” “See ya later, Monkeys!”

            Vegeta growled, but his father gave him a warning look. [Saiyajin male for: “You’ll get your chance”] He took a deep breath and continued.

            ‘Furiza…’ Vegeta thought. ‘I haven’t laid eyes on you since my son destroyed you all those years ago.’ He grinned very evilly. ‘Now it’s my turn.’ Any repulsion or anger he might have had was washed aside by the anticipation of what he was sure would be a very satisfyingly one-sided battle.

            Still, when he finally saw him, flanked by Dodoria and Zarbon, a chill ran down the prince’s spine. This was the beast who killed his people, his family and his future. This was the beast who destroyed worlds in a second. This was the beast who tortured him for decades. It had taken years and an Earthling woman’s patience to undue the damage he had caused. Today was not just the day Vegeta would save his world; it was the day he would get his revenge.

            “Furiza…” the King began. “We have come to declare our independence.”

            Zarbon and Dodoria laughed. Furiza jumped down from his hover-throne and wearing a smarmy grin approached the King. Much to his surprise, someone stepped between them.

            “No one simply approaches Bejiita Ou-sama.”

            “What is this?” Furiza looked up at the stranger, annoyance creeping over his white face.

            Vegeta folded his arms. “Bow.”

            “What!?”

            “You heard me. Bow to the King. It is the least you can do, since you are unworthy to even breathe the same air as He.”

            The veins in Furiza’s head stood out and throbbed. “Who the hell do you think you are?!”

            “You want to know?” Vegeta placed a hand on Furiza’s shiny head, pressing down just enough to make him bow. “Come with me!” He raised two fingers to his forehead, silently thanked Kakarotto for finally showing him how to Shukan Ido and disappeared.

 

            *

            “Are you CERTAIN he’ll be here?” a petulant Kalifura asked.

            Mameko scanned the horizon with a high-powered scouter. “He said… maybe they’re still getting ready…”

            “Maks, you best not have lied to me,” the Viceroy snarled.

            “No, Viceroy. He told me he would fight Furiza in the middle of the Great Wastes.” She sighed and got back into the aircar that had brought them there. “Perhaps we could scout around some more.” Kalifura ignored her and watched the emptiness. “I did lie to you.”

            “Nn?” Kalifura glared at her and frowned.

            “My name is Mameko, not Maks. I’m alive right now, hopefully.”

            “I see.” She opened her mouth, perhaps to apologize or ask more about Mameko’s past, but a sharp beeping sound startled them both. Kalifura jumped into the car and snatched the scouter away from her. “It’s them!”

            “Eh- Excellency!” Mameko whined.

            “Come on, get us closer!”

            “NO! We mustn’t. You don’t know what kind of power they have. We have to find shelter!”

            Kalifura began to order her differently, but Mameko floored the pedal and the car took off in the opposite direction.

            “Maaaaatte!” Kalifura screeched. “Wait! They’re over there!” When the car had come to a halt in a deep arroyo, the Viceroy slapped Mameko across the face. “How DARE you defy me!!”

            Mameko paused, the hairs on the back of her neck told her that soon the battle would begin. If she could just keep the woman down and safe untill then, she wouldn’t have to explain how dangerous it would be topside.

 

            *

 

            Juunanagou grimaced and reached a hand out to touch the shiny, round genie’s belly.

            “It’s ok. I won’t bite!” Mr. Popo laughed.

            “Well, here goes nothin’…” Juunanagou swallowed deep and rubbed the stomach a few times. He looked up to Popo who nodded. “I wish… I wish I was a Saiyajin!”

            Juunanagou’s eyes went wide as he felt his body shift. He fell to his knees and dry-heaved. His voice wouldn’t come, else he would have screamed. His strength left him and he crashed to his side.

 

            The pain from the fall was the first thing he was aware of. That and the sound of his own breathing and his heart racing. He opened his eyes. The light was so bright it stung. In a few moments he adjusted and sat up. Juunanagou rubbed his sore shoulder and was fascinated with the texture of his leather jacket under his fleshy hands. He laughed nervously.

            “Are you all right, Juunanagou?” Dende asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

            “Mm…” he answered and laughed again. “Every is so… different!”

            “Not bad, though?”

            “I don’t know yet.” He smiled and gingerly stood up. Juunanagou let out a sharp cry of alarm as something brushed by his leg. Dende laughed heartily.

            “Did you forget that a tail is part of the Saiyajin package?”

            Juunanagou tugged on it and giggled some more. “My kid is gonna freak out when he sees that his dad has a tail now, too!” An inspired glimmer lit his eyes. “Speaking of my kid…” Stepping back a few paces, Juunanagou tried to focus his newfound ki energy. In a moment he was floating. “I’m gonna go show him!”

            “Don’t forget, you don’t have an endless power supply anymore. You’ll need to eat and sleep like the rest of us now. Don’t get out over the ocean and get too tired to fly!” Dende warned.

            “Hontoni Arigatou, Kami-sama, Popo-san!” Saiyajin Juunanagou waved as he awkwardly took to the air.

            “You’re welcome!” Popo beamed and waved back.

            “Good luck!” Kami cheered.

 

Next : Vegeta and Furiza Face off!

I never finished this fic ;.; There's nothing shocking coming up, tho. you can imagine SSJ4 Vegeta Vs 3rd transformation Freeza... He kills him but good... ^.^ -aks

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