Disclaimer: The title is not mine nor is DBZ.  I do own baby Kinoko
and thanks to the list of vegetable words that SMDSP sent me ages
ago, I guess partial rights go to her also (since that is where I got
the name from). 
Dedication: This is for you SMDSP.  *Meep!*  and to all the people
who waited for almost a year for me to finish this! Gomen!
Warnings: Lemon, starts out PWP but I think the plot is kinda
developing quite nicely, and slightly TWT (set during Saiyaman Saga
but no World Martial Arts tournament and no Goku or Buu).  Oh, and
this chapter contains porn ("Saiyans Gone Wild!"  ah..er…never mind…I
didn't just say that).
A/N: There was never supposed to be another part to "Darker than
Ebony" but my muse had other plans. And my muse is still Renegade
Phoenix. You know, if she didn't bug me daily about writing, I'd
never get anything done.
A/N2: I apologize for not writing for forever! Between school, work,
two surgeries, and a newfound obsession with Gundam Wing manga, I've
neglected all my old fics.

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

I graduated high school a few days ago. So now I have a short break
before I start my college classes. That means that I get to spend all
my time with my daughter and my mate. I am truly grateful for this
time together. It will not be much longer before my little Kinoko
will be walking and talking instead of spending her days cuddled up
to her parents. But for right now, she is held in my arms as I rock
her to sleep tonight.
I am softly singing to her like she likes. Luckily, I will not
subject her to the silly songs I used to make up as a child. Piccolo
never fully appreciated those, sadly.  No, I no longer make up songs.
I am singing something Dad used to sing when I was little. It was
from some classic American movie, but he had really liked it. For
some reason, his favorite character was the captain of the flying
monkeys, Neko.
"…in a land that I heard of once in a lullaby…"
I drop my voice into humming softly as I take my daughter over to her
crib. I smooth some of her soft, dark hair away from her forehead and
place a soft kiss there.  She is so beautiful even in her sleep. 
Sometimes I still cannot believe that she is here but she is. My
daughter, a Saiyan Princess, is really here and not some distant
dream. I remember when my mom finally got tired of hearing Vegeta
boast about being a prince and therefore his daughter was a princess.
She told flat out that Kinoko was a princess not because he was a
prince from a dead planet but that I was her son. Vegeta never knew
that my mother had been a princess and my grandfather was the Ox
King. Of course he quickly countered with the fact that he never
cared to learn more about Kakarott's mate or Earth culture.  I knew
he was secretly pleased that his daughter could claim royalty on both
sides of her family, even if that meant that he had to claim she was
part human.
"Are you going to stare at her all night humming that silly song?"
I turn around and see my mate leaning against the doorframe. He was
quickly returning to his power since Bulma finally relented in
turning the gravity chamber back on. It seemed that she did not like
the idea of him being around the house all day with nothing to do
when `Noki was down for her nap. Those two bicker worse than any two
people I know. They are like each other's evil twins.
"I could always hum something else…" I intone with a smile.
He snickers slightly and turns, walking out of the room. I think
that's my cue to say good night to my sleeping daughter. I have a
feeling it will be long night if Vegeta is in that kind of mood. I
turn off the pink lamp on the nightstand and exit.  When I enter our
room, I am greeted by the sight of my mate pulling his shirt up over
his head. I take a moment to ogle at him.  I love the way the muscles
in his back shift under his tanned skin as he moves his arms. Looking
over his shoulder, he asks, "What is taking you so long?"
"I'm just admiring the scenery on my way in," I reply as I, in turn,
start to disrobe. Just as my shirt clears my head, he pulls me down
to join him in a very possessive kiss. As our tongues clash and
battle for dominance, I can feel his heart pound in his chest that
causes mine to speed up to match. It's almost as if I can feel his
passion coursing through his veins.
Just as we are starting to move towards our bed, a knock sounded on
our door followed by a thump on the floor in the hall. We stop dead
and stare at each other.  Disengaging from each other, I lift a hand
to wipe my lips.  Vegeta quirks an eyebrow at me and then strides
towards the door. When he opens it wide, there is no one there. The
only thing proving that a noise was heard, is a small box wrapped in
white paper. Written on the top of the box was the word "Enjoy".
"What is it?" I ask.
"A box," is the reply I receive. Did I even expect anything more than
an answer like that?
"Well, open it!" I state in mock agitation. My mate in turn, hands
the box to me for me to do the honors.
I carefully peel the paper back and find a brown box underneath. 
Opening the box, there is a video recording tape inside. I am really
hoping that it is not what I think it is.
"Should we find out what's on it?" I ask.
"If you are curious about it and cannot wait until after we finish
what we were doing before we were interrupted, then by all means,
watch it," Vegeta replies in a bored sounding voice. I can tell by
the fact that he has been looking in at the box with as much interest
as I have that he is just as curious as I am.
Turning on the rarely used television set in our room, I put the tape
in to play. The whole time I am hoping that it is not what I think it
is.  I am not so lucky though.  The images on the screen are that of
Vegeta and I sparring in the gravity chamber. It is the tape of when
I claimed him as my mate.  I will get Bulma for not destroying the
surveillance footage as soon as she knew what happened. I reach to
shut it off, horrified that what I had done was on tape, but my hand
was stopped. 
"We will watch this, boy."
"Uh..okay," I mutter as I back up to the bed. I sink down and try to
avert my eyes. Vegeta moves back so that I have to shift my legs so
he can sit between them on the bed. Pulling him close, I try to hide
my face in his neck as the fighting on the tape turns into something
more heated. My mate shifts back slightly causing our bodies to
become flush with each other.  Without much thought, I wrap my arms
around his warm body.
I can hear every sound we make on the tape and it is not doing good
things to me. Well, it would be something good if I was not too busy
being embarrassed. Suddenly, over the recorded sounds, I can hear
another noise. It is Vegeta making similar sounds to that which he
made during our lovemaking on the tape. I jerk my head up from his
shoulder and catch site of the screen showing our bodies glistening
with sweat.  The sight of his body writhing beneath mine mesmerizes
me.
Before I know it, I find myself fully aroused just by the sight and
sound from the video. Taking advantage of my state, Vegeta starts
gently moving his body against mine. My groans are now joining with
the recording.
It is soon too much for us and we turn our attention from the
television.  Our movements become frenzied as we quickly divest each
other of our pants. The contact of skin on skin makes me want to
scream in ecstasy. I want to be inside him and I want there right
now. Even though he is lying on top of me in the dominant position, I
move so that my arousal is at his opening. That is all the warning I
give him as to my intentions before I plunge into his heat. This
time, we do scream. 
As that sound dies out, we are already moving in search of more
contact.  His hands and lips are all over my face and chest; their
contact is quickly driving me crazy. My hips buck wildly up towards
his as he pushes himself down to meet me. I can feel the fire
building within me and know that all too soon it will be over.
I bring my hand to his erection to roughly bring him to the edge with
me. I claim his lips briefly before my mate finds that edge. He
quickly leaps over that edge and his climax explodes with his scream.
The sight, sound, and feel of his body tightening on mine, causes me
to take that leap to join him.
As we slowly recover from our joining, I take a glance at the
television set. I smile broadly at the sight of us lying in each
other's arms. On the bed, we shift so that we are lying in almost the
same position although this time, our tails wrap around each other.
"We are going to have to thank the Onna for keeping that for us,"
Vegeta reflects.
My face flushes with embarrassment. I cannot believe we actually
tried to watch that. I hide my face in an attempt to hide my
discomfort.  The blush however, does not go unnoticed.
"So he's brave enough to claim his prince as his mate, but he is too
shy to watch a video…"
Trying to save what little dignity I had left, I replied, "Why watch
a recording when we can reenact it over and over again."
"You have a good point," he states as he kisses me with a passion
that is quickly rekindling.

OWARI! The End! Fin!
Look ma! I actually finished a fic! Ok…I really don't want my mommy
to look. That might not be good. How about, Look Renegade Phoenix! I
did it!!! *happy dances*