Not An Exact Copy [Gohan x OC]

Ch. 1

September, x757

Prince Vegeta scowled at the pink, wrinkly being in his arms as it squirmed around in his hold, making its presence known by crying out the top of its lungs.

The thing was hurting his ears by the volume of its crying and he resisted the urge to chuck the thing out the window of the ship.

"You know, the more you frown at the poor cub, the more wrinkles you'll get."

He turned his glare at the female beside him, a smirk on her face despite her yelling threats into his ear not that long ago, some along the lines of 'I hate you', 'You did this to me', and his favorite, 'If Frieza doesn't kill you first, then I will.'

"It's been 10 minutes since you've pushed this thing out and it still doesn't quiet down!"

The female rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. "Maybe try a method to soothe her. Rock her to sleep, whisper comforting words... Sing a lullaby." She chuckled at the thought of the ruthless Saiyan singing a horrible, raspy version of a lullaby.

"Oh shut it, woman!" He growled at her. He then looked down at the baby girl, who's still crying but not as loud as before.

He ran his fingers along the ebony colored tail, stroking the fur gently with his ungloved fingers. The cub's cries are being reduced to whimpers until finally, finally, the noises stop and instead replaced by soft, even breathing that signals her sleep.

"Look at you, o' mighty Prince Veggie calmly put his daughter to his sleep." The woman remarked.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're asking for a death wish, Papri." He snided.

Papri was the only, until now, female Saiyan from their dying race. She was shorter than him, fortunately, and had an hourglass body to die for. Like most Saiyans, her hair was pitch black and thick, spikes all over the place with bangs across her face and it reached down to her knees. Her tail was darker than his, with it being the same shade at their daughter's. She had a scar that ran from her left temple to the right cheek and across the nose, but it didn't make her any less attractive. The most captivating part of her were her eyes. They were a fuschia color, uncommon in their race but not unheard of. It was mostly the women who inherited different colored eyes if by chance.

He met the woman at a bar on a now destroyed Planet, stating she was there to get away from her own enslavement of one of Frieza's family members. She wouldn't say who, and that all he needed to know was that they were a royal bastard from HFIL.

Since their first meeting, the two always found each other on different planets that was later obliterated for the Planet Trade Organization. At first, she reminded him of the here and there memories of his mother, who was soothing and relaxed with always a gentle smile on her face.

Now, she was like a bug on his shoulder who wouldn't go away no matter how many you swat it.

He didn't plan on having rendezvousing with her whenever they met up, but with Vegeta never having the opportunity to mate since their planet was blown when he was a child, her scent of pheromones was driving him nuts and she was in heat.

That tidbit she didn't share with him, and 9 months later, the result of their mating was in his arms.

"Now now, Prince, I'm only joking." The woman chided, before staring at their daughter with soft eyes. "Who knew someone as rough looking as you can produce such a cute creature..."

He rolled his eyes and took the time to study his daughter. Her skin was tan like his, a widow's peak with bangs at the sides of her face. She had the spikes her mother had going on. Her nose was definitely his, along with the eye shape. He hadn't seen her eye color yet but he assumed it was coal like his, judging by most features favoring his side.