Chapter 9: A Testosterone Spar
Kakarotto accosted Vegeta as he made his way to his Gravity
Room to train the next morning.
“Let’s finish what we started yesterday.” Kakarotto looked at the ouji icily.
“Fine.” Vegeta replied equally coldly.
This wasn’t the battle lust in their Saiyan blood talking; it was testosterone.
The two males glared daggers at each other, the hairs on the back of their
necks bristling.
Kakarotto thought that Vegeta was fighting him for Vejita, but damn if he would
give her up without a fight, even if Vegeta was stronger!
Vegeta felt furious at the third-class baka for his insolent remarks the day
before. He was the Saiyan no Ouji! How dare that baka strike him like that?!
“Let’s take this outside.” Kakarotto placed a hand on the shorter Saiyan’s
shoulder. He did *not* want Vejita to interrupt.
The two Saiyans reappeared in a familiar, desolate location. It was the place
they had first fought when Vegeta came to Earth. The two jumped back and slid
smoothly into battle crouches.
The wind howled around them, lifting little swirls of dust from the barren
ground as the two fighters regarded the other carefully, eyes narrowed to
slits.
Kakarotto was feeling a little worried; he did not really know the extent of
Vegeta’s power, though he could tell already that he was stronger. However, he
kept his expression carefully schooled and passive, giving nothing away.
Vegeta smirked confidently. If his female counterpart’s timeline followed
closely to his own, Kakarotto would not be anywhere near his own power level.
With a snarl, Vegeta made the first move. The two exploded in a fast flurry of
blows as they rose in the air. It was a common, intricate, if deadly dance. The
two held back, accessing the other before turning up the intensity of the
fight.
Kakarotto was the first to turn Super Saiyan, as he was hard-pressed to keep up
with the ouji’s increasingly faster attacks. Smirking, Vegeta powered up as
well.
Kakarotto could tell that he was in trouble. Big trouble. This male Vegeta was
much stronger than Vejita, though he also possessed the same feline grace and
agility. Bit by bit, he was beaten back. Desperately, the younger Saiyan
blasted away and concentrated, powering up to level 2. He had only achieved
that level recently and wasn’t very used to it yet.
Vegeta watched amusedly and allowed the other Saiyan to finish powering up.
When the other warrior was finally standing in a field of crackling yellow
lightning, the ouji gave a feral smirk. With a yell, he ascended to the second
level as well.
Kakarotto watched in horror; it took him time and effort to power up to level
2, but Vegeta just…blinked into that level. This was *not* good. It meant that
Vegeta had much more experience with this level. Growling, more to psyche
himself than anything else, he steeled himself and lunged at the prince.
Not wanting to attract attention, the two Saiyans avoided the use of ki attacks
and kept their fighting to close combat. Also, there was something extremely
primal and satisfying about manually and directly beating the crap out of your
opponent. The smack of flesh against flesh and the crunch of bone when a
particularly good hit was landed. Unfortunately for the younger Saiyan, Vegeta
was doing most of the crunching.
As Kakarotto weakly blocked another blow to his ribs, he thought frantically.
Suddenly, it hit him. (An idea that is, not Vegeta’s blows. Although a lot
of those have found their target as well.)
He threw himself at Vegeta, and the two fell to the hard ground and rolled
around, grappling for holds. Being smaller and slimmer than the brawnier
Saiyan, Vegeta soon found his previous advantage largely negated.
Suddenly, the slight ouji found himself on his back, arms pinned at his sides.
And suddenly, the ouji became *very* aware of their *very* intimate position.
Kakarotto lay panting and flushed from exertion on top of him, his face inches
away from his own royal visage. Their legs were tangled and spread open, caught
in a complicated leg-lock. (It’s complicated because even they are unsure
who is locking whom.)
To his
consternation, Vegeta found himself growing hard. Apparently, the other Saiyan
noticed as well. The two stopped their struggling, rubbing, squirming and
wriggling (ok ok, I think you get the idea already), and Kakarotto slanted his
head to peer curiously at the blushing ouji.
Vegeta was torn between cursing a blue streak and burying
his head in a hole. Since the latter option was not available with the heavy
baka on top of him, he proceeded to scorch the air with blistering insults on
everything from certain parts of the third class’s anatomy to his venerable
ancestors.
“AND GET
OFF ME, YOU MORON!” The last shout was punctuated with a burst of ki, as Vegeta
exploded into level 3, blowing the other hapless Saiyan off. Vegeta blushed
again as he realized that he could have turned level 3 anytime and thrown the
larger Saiyan off easily.
Dammit.
Vejita
chose that opportune moment to appear. She took in the scene before her with
wide, interested eyes and an amused smirk. Shaking her head, she walked over to
her fallen mate and clapped a hand on his shoulder. Before they disappeared,
she threw a look at Vegeta that clearly said ‘I’ll get back to you later’.
The
Saiyan couple reappeared back in their room at the CC. Vejita followed
Kakarotto as he walked towards the bathroom to tend to his injuries. “Mind
telling me what all that was about?”
He turned
on the shower, washing away the dirt and grime first, wincing a little as the
hot water and soap stung his cuts. When he told Vejita about the fight, she
burst out laughing.
“What’s
so funny?” Kakarotto looked and felt hurt, in more ways than one.
Vejita
slumped against the wall, snickering and shaking her head. “Didn’t I tell you
that he wasn’t trying to hit on me?”
“Well,
yeah, but then he accepted the fight.”
“Baka.
You punched him and embarrassed him yesterday, of course he would jump at the
chance to beat the snot out of you.”
The tall Saiyan
felt a little foolish, now that he stopped and thought about it. Stepping out
of the shower, he dried himself with a flare of ki. Vejita took out the first
aid kit and motioned him to sit down on the lowered toilet seat.
“You know
what’s the ouch funny thing OUCH! ‘Jita!”
Vejita
calmly ignored her mate’s yelps of pain as she proceeded to disinfect his cuts.
“No, what?”
(Kakarotto’s
subsequent screeches of pain were deleted for the reader’s convenience.)
Kakarotto
told the oujo about the ouji’s reaction *ahem* when they were grappling, and to
his surprise, Vejita burst out laughing again.
“What’s
so funny?” The clueless Saiyan asked again.
Vejita
managed to get a hold on herself. “Well, take a guess as to the reason for his
erection, I mean reaction.”
Kakarotto
thought for a while. “Er… Because he’s a horny hentai who gets turned on when
he fights?”
“Baka!”
Vejita cuffed him, frowning. Somehow, she didn’t appreciate insults to her male
counterpart.
Kakarotto
thought for a while longer. “Because it’s been a long time since he had IT?”
Vejita
snickered. “Well, I think that’s true, but that’s not the reason. If you can’t
guess, then I can’t tell you.”
“Vejiitaa!”
Chapter 10: Kodin
As soon as Vegeta landed in front of the CC, two small chibis flew at him
excitedly, hugging him around his legs. He growled in annoyance, attempting to
pry them off but only succeeded in falling down on his rump. “Get OFF me, you
brats!”
“Vegeta-sensei! The others are back from school!” Koch turned wide, innocent
eyes at him.
“Yeah, want to see us beat them up?” Radin smirked.
Vegeta growled and glared again, but the chibis didn’t seem scared of him and
retained their unyielding holds. He wondered if he was losing his touch. “Fine,
if you irritating brats would just GET OFF ME!!”
Abruptly, the twins loosened their surprisingly tight holds on his thighs.
Vegeta muttered angrily under his breath as he stood up. As the three walked towards
the backyard where the older boys were, the twins chattered animatedly. They
seem very taken with the dour ouji; their little furry tails were wrapped
securely around the ouji’s own auburn coil. Among Saiyans, it was a sign of
great affection. They would have held his hands too if Vegeta had not crossed
his arms defensively.
The older boys had just finished their warm-ups as Radin approached Trunks. “We
want to fight with you. The two of us versus you.”
Vegeta stood discreetly under the shade of the tree, watching amusedly. Trunks
gaped a little, then looked at Gohan uncertainly. Gohan nodded encouragingly.
Individually, each chibi wasn’t a challenge, but he knew that the twins formed
a great team together.
“Are you sure, Gohan?” Trunks asked the twins’ older brother worriedly. “I
mean, I wouldn’t want them to run crying to their mommy…”
Radin growled dangerously at that insulting remark.
Gohan snorted. “In case you’ve forgotten, their mom is Vejita. Trust me, Vejita
would just smack them upside down for behaving like weak ningens if they dared
do that.”
Vegeta smirked. Exactly. Mental note to self: Get Vejita to talk to Bulma.
The twins really did make a great team together. Combined, the two tiny
fighters managed to beat Goten back. Not only were their minds linked, but they
also fought with the experience of literally having known the other all their
lives. Their coordination together was flawless, and Vegeta could tell that
they had a solid foundation in the Art. Showed what good genes and a supportive
background can do.
“Popcorn?” Vegeta raised a quizzical eyebrow as Vejita suddenly materialized
beside him but accepted the offered snack anyway. Kakarotto stood a distance
away, looking slightly pissed.
“That baka is still suspicious of you.” Vejita snickered wickedly. “Only now,
he has changed his perception of you from a hentai to a perpetually horny
hentai.”
Vegeta flushed at the reminder. “How dare he? Bakayaro…”
“Can I tell him?”
“ILE! Don’t you dare!”
“Why don’t you just tell HIM?” They both knew which him Vejita was referring to
now.
Vegeta kept silent, staring stonily at the chibis’ match. Trunks had powered up
to Super Saiyan now, and now held the upper hand in the fast-paced fight.
Vejita sighed and turned her attention back to her sons’ fight. She knew why.
Trunks took out Koch with a punch, sending him flying to the ground. Without
his brother to back him up, Radin soon followed his twin. Trunks hovered,
sneering. “Ready to give up?”
The twins exchanged a glance. “We’re not done yet!” Radin smirked.
Trunks’ eyes widened as the two traced out familiar dance steps. “DAAD!!” He
wailed in a betrayed tone.
The twins’ parents and older brother gaped as the two coalesced into a single
fighter. The chibi fusion fighter stood with his fists braced on his hips
cockily. “I am Kodin!”
Kodin looked exactly like a mini-Gogeta. However, Vegeta knew better. The more
evenly matched the two fighters, the better the fusion. So while Gogeta was
breathtakingly powerful, it was simply because the individual components were
extremely strong to begin with. Gogeta was not twice as powerful as Goku or
Vegeta individually. Gotenks had achieved a better fusion, even being able to
ascend to level 3, something Goten nor Trunks could do.
Yet by far the best pairing the ouji had seen was between the Saiyan chibi
twins. Their build and power levels were almost exactly the same, and while
their personalities were different, they had accepted those differences and
have learnt to work in tandem. Something Vegeta and Goku had problems with when
they were Gogeta. As a result, Kodin was literally a synergistic combination of
the two chibis – his power level was *greater* than the sum of the twins.
Vejita turned to her male counterpart, her eyes narrowed in accusation. “I
*know* you had something to do with this.”
Vegeta smirked and briefly explained about the fusion dance. Vejita’s eyes
widened in surprise and then narrowed again as a calculating look settled over
her face. Vegeta knew that look; already the fighting strategist in her was
busy accessing the pros and cons of such a technique, and how it could be used.
With a loud yell, Kodin became the youngest ever Super Saiyan. (Try to
imagine a chibi-Gogeta. Absolutely adorable.) With a calculating maturity
beyond his years, Kodin took the opportunity as Trunks hung there stunned to
make the first move. Already in the chibi SSJ’s mind, he could visualize the
image of a battered purple-haired demi-Saiyan becoming reality.
Vegeta gave a mocking bark of laughter as his son was knocked back. “Surely you
can do better than that, brat!”
That provided the wake-up call Trunks needed. How dare this whelp make him lose
face in front of his father?? With a low primal snarl, Trunks threw himself
back into the fight with earnest.
Vegeta watched approvingly as his heir was finally fighting seriously. He was a
little surprised and more than a little pleased at the ferocity of Trunks’
attacks. There was hope for the boy yet. Yesterday, he had gauged Kodin’s power
level to be above Trunks’s, but he watched with pride as his son somehow
managed to surpass himself today.
The two fighters were actually fighting to a stalemate, neither gaining an
advantage over the other. Kodin might have been slightly stronger, but Trunks
was definitely more skilled. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light, and a
crack appeared down the fusion chibi. With a loud triumphant shout, Trunks
pounced on the two now black-haired chibis and pinned them both to the ground.
“Say uncle!”
Koch was about to open his mouth when his twin shot him a furious glare. /Don’t
you dare!/
/But…/
/I know we can’t win, but I’m NOT calling him uncle!/
Koch was torn. He wanted badly to just give up; after all, it was only a spar
right? But he dared not go against his twin. Meanwhile, Trunks continued to rub
their faces in the dirt, literally. “I said SAY UNCLE!!” Koch stifled a cry.
Radin growled angrily. He would die before he admitted defeat, but it was
tearing him up to see his twin suffer. Reluctantly, he called out to his
brother. /Ko…/
“Enough!” Vegeta strode over and picked Trunks off the fallen twins. “It was a
good fight.”
And then so softly only Trunks could hear it. “An excellent effort. Son.”
Trunks broke into a wide grin, deliriously happy at his father’s accolade.
As the twins picked themselves up dejectedly, strong arms suddenly swept them
up. “’tousan?” Kakarotto hugged both chibis to him proudly. “It was a great
fight, kids!”
“Really?” Koch wriggled around to face his father, who
nodded.
“But we lost…” Radin pouted.
Vejita came up to ruffle her sons’ hair affectionately. “It
was a very good fight, nonetheless. Both of you gave more than your best, and
that’s what matters.” Radin’s face perked up at his mom’s words, and he held
his head and tail just a little higher.
Vegeta
woke up with a tingling, strangely anticipatory feeling. Something was going to
happen today…
The
interesting fact about Vegeta was that while in no way could he be considered a
‘morning person’, he would wake up alert and bushy-tailed (err, not literally)
immediately. Most normal people were not ‘morning larks’ because they were
still half-asleep, but Vegeta didn’t need to feel sleepy to be grouchy. ^_^
So in his
usual manner, the lithe ouji swung his legs off the bed smoothly and gracefully
slid off the bed… Only to fall flat on his face.
Swearing
sulfurously, Vegeta picked himself up not so gracefully, only to stumble again.
“What the fuck?!” He twisted around to see if there was anything that was
causing him to trip and came face-to-tip with the end of a bushy tail. *His*
fluffy tail. (Ok, so he literally woke up bushy-tailed this particular
morning. My mistake. *rolls eyes*)
Vegeta stared, stunned for a while, before he broke out in a
wide grin. He would have broken out in a wild dance as well, but royalty did
not behave in such an undignified manner. Speaking of undignified, he felt a
strange compelling hunch to visit Kakarrot.
-----
Vegeta
cocked his head to the side slightly as he stared at the sleeping Saiyan. Was
it his imagination, or did Kakarrot look better this morning? Mmmm… In fact,
Kakarrot looked really *much* better. Unconsciously, he started to purr, his
tail lashing rhythmically.
Goku
cracked his eyes open. Darn. Why did they feel so heavy…so sandy? Groaning
slightly, he subconsciously turned his head to the source of that comforting purring.
His eyes widened further in surprised delight when he saw Vegeta standing
there, looking down at him with a strange expression on his face. Was
it…concern?
Vegeta’s
heart skipped a little as Kakarrot’s head turned towards him, and a very small,
relieved smile sneaked onto his countenance. When he spoke though, his voice
was as dry as usual. “You’re awake.”
“What
happened?” Goku struggled to sit up, craning his neck around in surprise. “Why
am I here at the CC? The last thing I remembered was…” His face blushed
slightly, as he remembered his last conscious thought.
Vegeta
mistook the flushing as a sign of over-exertion on the younger Saiyan’s part.
In two quick steps, even before he realized what he was doing, he was beside
the other Saiyan and had pushed him back down against the headboard firmly.
“Vegeta?”
The crimson stain across Goku’s cheeks deepened, as Vegeta did not remove his
warm palms from his shoulders. He tilted his head slightly to look up at the
ouji in curiosity, and their gazes caught.
-----
Vejita
wondered where her male counterpart was; she wanted to ask him about the fusion
dance. Extending her senses, she located Vegeta’s ki in the medical room… And Kakarrot’s
slightly-raised ki meant that he was awake. Interesting… With her curiosity
afire, she hurried to the medical room.
Damping
her ki as she neared the room, she paused momentarily at the doorway. A *very*
interesting scene greeted her eyes. The two males were as still as statues and
simply staring at each other, Vegeta’s hands on Kakarrot’s shoulders. In fact,
if it weren’t for their wildly lashing tails, she would…
Vejita
did a double take. Tails?! Both of them? This was getting more and more
interesting… Her mental wheels spun
furiously even as her lips lifted up in a smirk. Suddenly, her ears perked up.
Someone was coming, and as much as she loved embarrassing Vegeta, she wouldn’t
like somebody else to. She cleared her throat discreetly.
Vegeta
jumped back as if he was burnt, and both males turned to look at her.
Vegeta
flushed when he saw the smirk on the oujo’s face. K’so!
Goku
almost fell over in shock. Is that Vegeta’s sister?? But I thought we were
the last of our kind? Before he could voice his question, Bulma bustled
into the room. “Goku! You’re awake!”
Vegeta
took advantage of the momentary confusion to slip out of the room, his face
still burning and his thoughts in a whirl.
“Are you
Vegeta’s sister?” Goku stared at the pretty oujo, fascinated.
Chuckling, Bulma brought Goku up to date as she gave him a
check-up. When she was done, Goku blinked at Vejita, who stared coolly back.
“Well Goku, it appears that the cure seems to be working…”
Bulma looked up from the test results on the computer console, smiling broadly.
“I’m sure Chi Chi and your sons would be very happy to hear the good news. I’ll
just go give her a call, eh?”
Goku
fidgeted slightly when the two were left alone in the room, unsure of what to
say. Vejita solved his problem when she stated flatly. “Well, I’m on my way to
breakfast. I’m sure my mate would be fascinated to meet you, why don’t you come
with me?”
“Uh,
sure…” Goku fumbled to get up, and promptly tripped over. “Gomen… I must be
still weak…”
“Baka.”
Vejita gave a small smirk, looking down her pert nose at him. “Look behind
you.”
“Wha..?”
Goku blinked rapidly in surprise.
“I guess
your tail somehow regenerated, probably as a side-effect of the treatment.” A plan
was already forming in the oujo’s mind, and she made a mental note to corner
Vegeta later. “Well, are you coming?”
Now that
Goku was aware of his extra limb, he was able to compensate for it and stand up
without overbalancing, though he was still a little unsteady. “Hai…”
-----
Vejita
left her mate in the kitchen to chat with his mirai counterpart, and she headed
to the Gravity Room. The two Earth-raised Saiyans got along like a house on
fire and didn’t even notice her absence.
As Goku
asked his younger counterpart, Kakarotto, about his home life, he couldn’t help
but wonder. What if things had been different? What if he was with Vegeta? He
tried to imagine in his mind being married to a female Vegeta… She sure was
very attractive…
If only Vegeta
was a female… Goku had a startling epiphany at that point. Sure, he was
attracted to Vejita as well, but the Vegeta he fell in love with was the very
male Saiyan no Ouji, the one he had known for the past dozen years, the one he
had first fought and later fought alongside with… It didn’t matter if Vegeta
was male or female; he fell in love with the person.
Leaving
the kitchen, he wandered down the corridors of the CC in deep thought.
“Goku!!
There you are!” Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar shrill
voice. “How do you feel, Goku?”
“Uh, Chi
Chi!” Goku turned to face his wife. “I feel fine… But Bulma thinks I should
stay here for a couple more days at least for observation, just to make sure I
don’t have a relapse.” The last part wasn’t really accurate; Bulma had asked if
he wanted to stay, and Goku hadn’t replied. Suddenly though, Goku did not feel
like going home just yet. He did not feel like dealing with Chi Chi and his
family just yet, and he couldn’t help but get the feeling that something was
left unsettled.
“Well,
ok.” Chi Chi went on about their sons, but by then, Goku had tuned her out.
Just as
she had suspected, Vejita found the ouji in the Gravity Room. She stood outside
for a while, watching him work through a furious kata under 600x G’s. When his
kata wound to a close, she punched in the code to open the door. The generators
whined shrilly as they wound down, and the heavy door swung open with a hiss
when the gravity was normalized on both sides.
(Surprised that Vejita was so considerate? Well, she absolutely hated it
when people abruptly barge in the middle of her workout, forcing the safety
mechanism to kick in and drop the gravity. Really, and people call her rude.
*snort*)
“What do you want?” Vegeta eyed his female counterpart suspiciously.
“A spar.” Vejita stated simply. She wanted him in a more amenable mood, and
three things are guaranteed, usually, to put a Saiyan in a good mood. Food, sex
and a good fight. Of course, she also wanted a workout.
Vegeta shrugged and walked over to the controls. “300x low enough for you?”
Vejita grunted her assent as she started her warm-up stretches.
After an hour or so of light sparring, the two decided to call a halt. Vejita
was feeling quite battered, her royal purple body suit torn and singed in many
places. His navy spandex, on the other hand, was still unmarked. She sank onto
the floor and started a routine of stretches, while Vegeta continued his
workout.
“The scene in the medical room this morning was very interesting.” Vejita
paused in the middle of a neck bridge and rotated her head slightly to catch the
ouji’s reaction. He faltered ever so slightly as he completed his fourth
hundred and eighth finger push-up but otherwise gave no other outward sign that
he heard her.
“He likes you, too.” The oujo sank back onto the floor and rolled her torso up
as her limber legs spread wide in a spilt. This time, she garnered a definite
reaction as Vegeta pushed himself off with floor into a back flip. Growling, he
stalked over to the smirking oujo.
“What are
you trying to say?”
“Coward.”
“Nani?!” Vegeta
turned red in the face in anger.
“He likes
you, too.” Vejita repeated. “So what’s stopping you now? Do not tell me it’s
Bulma or that woman who claims to be his wife. She is married to him in name
only. And you are clearly not mated with Bulma.”
Vegeta
opened his mouth, only to shut it again. A look of confusion crossed his face,
and he crossed his arms defensively.
“And do
not sprout me that crap about class differences.” Vejita gave him a wry look.
“I *am* you; Kami knew how long it took for me to accept Kakarotto. I went
through all these same arguments. I know that you hate him for being the first
to ascend, but ironically, if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be worthy of you, would
he?” She drew her legs in and crossed them, lotus-style.
Vejita decided
to change tactics. She levitated up to look him in the eye. “What are you
waiting for? For him to initiate the mating hunt?”
The poke
in his pride worked as Vegeta huffed angrily. “No…”
“You are
the Saiyan no Ouji. Why do you not simply claim what you desire? It is your
right. Claim him now, while he is weakened. Claim him first, for you would want
to be dominant, do you not? The timing is right.” She eyed his new tail
meaningfully.
Vegeta
ran the idea over in his mind as his tail flicked idly. Yes, why not? Now that
the confusion over the problem that had been plaguing him had been resolved,
his mood lifted abruptly. His mind made up, he quickly thought up a game plan.
“Tonight.”
Vejita grinned wolfishly. “We’ll do a Moon Run.”
Vegeta smirked
back, the corner of his lips lifting to reveal Saiyan-sharp canines. “He will
not know what hit him.”
“I wonder
if we have time to gather the dragonballs, to wish back the moon.” She mused.
“No
need.” Vegeta lifted his hand, palm up. A small ball of bluish-white ki hovered
over the open palm. “Have you forgotten? I can create an artificial moon
first.” He clenched his fist with a feral grin, re-absorbing the small sphere
of energy.
The royal
pair purred, tails lashing in synchrony.
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“Gohan, I
want you to watch the chibis tonight.”
Her
demi-Saiyan son looked up from his book. “Why, ‘kasaan?”
The Saiyan family was enjoying a rare peaceful, cozy
afternoon in the parents’ bedroom. Gohan was doing his homework, while Vejita
sat on the bed with the twins, teaching them Saijingo. Her mate lay sprawled
out on his back, listening to his princess contentedly.
“Coz your
father and I are going on a Moon Run tonight.”
“We are?”
Kakarotto sat up, startled.
“Why
can’t I come?” Gohan pouted.
“Because
it’s an adults only Moon Run.” Vejita gave Gohan a sharp look.
Gohan
went ‘aah’ and turned his attention back to his book. He was still of the age
where such things held no interest for him. Yet. Suddenly, a thought struck
him. “What about Vegeta-san and Goku-san? They just got their tails back…”
The kids
were all struck by how the two older Saiyans both got their tails back on the
same day, and Trunks and Goten were feeling envious and left-out.
“Oh,
they’re coming too.” Vejita replied casually.
“What??”
Her mate yelped. He knew what could take place during a Moon Run. “’Jita…”
/Quiet,
Kakarotto. Something will happen tonight during the Moon Run; something between
Vegeta and Kakarrot./ Her thought through their bond silenced his arguments.
/Kakarrot?/
He could
hear her amusement through their bond. /That’s what he calls *him*, since I
call you Kakarotto./
The tall
Saiyan thought hard. /’Jita, I don’t get it. What will happen between them?/
The oujo stared
at her mate incredulously. How could one hot-blooded Saiyan male, who she knew
from intimate experience to be really raunchy, be so dense at the same time?
Chapter
13: Look to the sky!
Kakarotto
knocked on his older counterpart’s door. Bulma had given him a spare room to
stay in for a few days, for she wanted to keep him under observation for a
while longer.
“Uh…
Kakarotto!” Goku opened the door, smiling brightly. A brief thought crossed his
mind that Kakarotto was what Vegeta always called him. While his friends had
objected, especially Chi Chi for she saw it as a reminder of his Saiyan
heritage – something she detested, he liked it and had grown to think of it as
the ouji’s private name for him. Somehow, knowing how proud the ouji was of the
warrior race, he felt that it was Vegeta’s way of honoring him.
“Vejita
told me to tell you that there will be a Moon Run on tonight, and I’m supposed
to help you get ready.” Actually, her actual orders were more along the lines
of ‘make sure he’s there’.
“Err…
Moon Run?” Goku rubbed the back of his head in incomprehension as he stood
aside to allow the other Saiyan entry into his room.
“Oh,
it’ll be great fun.” Kakarotto grinned reassuringly. “You’ll definitely enjoy
it, now that your tail’s back.”
Goku shut
the door. “But… Piccolo destroyed the moon many years ago.” He figured that
something called a Moon Run should be involved with the moon… (Duh!)
Kakarotto
frowned momentarily, then brightened again. “Well, they can’t be wrong, so I
guess we’ll just have to trust them.”
“They?”
Goku was getting more confused.
“Vejita
and Vegeta. You *don’t* want to argue with them.”
Goku
nodded emphatically. He didn’t know Vejita well, but if she was anything like
Vegeta… He could tell that his younger self had a healthy respect for his mate.
(Healthy in the sense that it would be *unhealthy* not to) “Okaay… So what am I
suppose to do?”
“Well,
for one, change out of that orange gi.”
Goku looked
down at his garish gi, then pointedly at the other’s obviously orange gi as
well. “What’s wrong with it? You’re also wearing it…”
“Oh, I
will also be changing. It’s just that I’ve realized that the color’s too
bright; we’ll stick out like a sore thumb during the hunts.”
“Hunts?”
Goku was wearing a perpetual perplexed look on his face by now.
“Yeah,
there’ll be hunting and eating and fighting and …” He coughed, flushing
slightly. “Anyway, it’ll be fun, so relax.”
Anyway,
somehow, finally, the two Saiyans were ready. The two decided to change into
loose black gi bottoms, held up by dark blue sashes and black tank tops.
Concentrating
on Vejita’s ki, Kakarotto placed a hand on his older self’s shoulder, and the
two transmitted out.
The royal
pair was waiting impatiently at the edge of a lush forest when they appeared.
Both were dressed in their usual spandex outfit of long pants and tank tops,
only Vegeta was in black while Vejita was dressed in deep magenta. They had
also chosen to don dark colored boots instead. The sun was setting, bathing the
lush landscape in warm vermilion hues, which was already darkening to a deep
indigo.
“Finally!”
Vegeta hissed in irritation.
“You
didn’t wait for us?” Kakarotto eyed the couple of large bucks on the ground in
disappointment.
Vegeta
gave a snort. “We’ve a long night ahead of us, and you two bakas were late.”
“Gomen…”
The two taller Saiyans gave an apologetic laugh at the same time.
The four
Saiyans tore hungrily into the raw meat, savoring the feel of the hot, salty
blood and the firm texture of the meat. The meat was just enough to satisfy
them, but not too much that they would feel too full and tired for the night
activities ahead.
When they
had taken the edge of their hunger, Vejita turned to the ouji with a smirk.
“Will you do the honors?”
Vegeta
returned an identical smirk and held up a hand. A bluish-white ball of ki
appeared above it, and before a shocked Goku could say anything, the ouji had
flung the glowing sphere up in the sky. “Burst!”
“Vegeta!”
Goku shielded his eyes from the silvery lunar rays. “We’ve got our tails back!”
“Baka!”
Vegeta sneered. “Did you think I didn’t know that?”
Goku
hissed in surprise as the ouji’s mind suddenly intruded upon his. Before he could
protest, Vegeta’s hand came up to fist in his hair, pulling it down such that
he was forced to look up at the pale orb in the night sky.
“Look to
the sky, Kakarrot!! Do you feel that?” The ouji roared.
Kakarrot
shivered as raw power, triggered by the lunar rays, coursed through his veins.
Dimly, in a small corner of his mind, he wondered ‘Kakarrot?’ Unconsciously, a
low purr/growl rumbled forth from his deep chest. Even as he felt himself
changing though, the ouji’s iron-will control clamped down on his mind, and in
the blink of an eye, showed him the meditative techniques Saiyans used to
control themselves when in the grip of a full moon.
The other
two watched, fascinated, their own tails lashing as agitatedly. It might have
been long minutes or mere seconds, they did not know for they were all in the
seductive thrall of the silvery orb as well, before Kakarrot regained enough
control. Vegeta did not release his grip on the taller Saiyan’s midnight locks
but instead pulled the other towards him.
“You have
five minutes, Kakarrot.” The ouji gave an affectionate, meaningful nip on the
bewildered Saiyan’s lower lip. His dark eyes glinted dangerously.
“Wha…?”
Kakarrot stumbled as Vegeta abruptly released his grip.
Vejita
gave a playful slap on her mate’s rump and shoved him towards Kakarrot. “It’s
my turn to be the hunter tonight, koi.”
Kakarotto
blinked a few times before grinning broadly in sudden comprehension. Grabbing
his stunned counterpart’s hand, he yanked the other towards the forest. “Come
ON, Kakarrot!!”
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