Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Very Veggie Valentine's Day ❯ Is it bird? Is it a UFO? No! It’s Goku! ( Chapter 4 )

A Very Veggie Valentine's Day.

 

 

Part 4. Is it bird? Is it a UFO? No! It's Goku!

 

 

A large, muscular, chaotic-haired Saiyan, who incidentally, was still wearing his crisp white boxers in the bracing breeze of the morning air, floated over the top of the gigantic Capsule Corp. sign, oblivious to the sounds of the passing motorists blaring their horns at him, and rolling down their windows to hoot and whistle at him, as he appeared much more absorbed by something else.

 

`Hmmm, wait for the guiding beam, in the kitchen, for it will illuminate you at the stroke of midday…well, it sure sounds weird, but some of it is understandable. It clearly says I've got to be in the kitchen though.' Goku grinned optimistically. `I can have lunch while I wait for midday to roll around.'

 

Recognizing where he was all of a sudden, Goku jerked back to reality as the freezing air swept over his bare body, causing the suspended Saiyan to shiver.

 

`Brrrr…it's cold up here, I better get going, it'll be warm inside.' Goku turned to leave.

 

“GOKU!”

 

A piercing scream tore through the air, assaulting Goku's sensitive eardrums. Turning around, Goku saw that below him, Bulma stood, hands on hips.

 

“What on earth are you doing up there, Goku?” shouted Bulma up to him.

 

Tucking the piece of paper in his waistband where it's former also resided, Goku descended down to the ground languidly, landing lightly next to the aqua haired woman.

 

“What were you doing up there?” asked Bulma, her voice dropping down to a sensible decibel now Goku was down. “You were distracting the employees, floating around like that, you know. Especially when you're only in your boxers. They think it's some sort of Valentine's Day stunt.”

 

`You don't know how much.' Goku replied mentally.

 

“Sorry Bulma. I was just looking for something.” Goku apologised. “I was kind of absorbed in what I was doing, so I guess I mustn't have noticed.” The semi naked Saiyan grinned sheepishly, his head darting back behind his head in the classic Son manner.

 

“Well, it alright I guess, no harm done. Just try not to make it a regular thing; you don't have any idea what kind questions I'm going to have answer later on today.” Bulma conceded. “Anyway, what are you doing then, floating around up there?” She waved her arms upwards a bit to illustrate her point.

 

“Ummm.” Goku blushed wildly, red splashing across his cheeks. “I'm on a treasure hunt!” He grinned cheekily.

 

`I'm not lying to her- not even I know what the treasure is for sure…' Goku convinced himself.

 

“What?” Bulma looked surprised at such a random answer. “Where's Vegeta, anyway? He's usually training with you, isn't he?”

 

“Uh, I don't know Bulma. Why? Do you need him?”

 

“No, just weird seeing you without him now you've moved in. It's like you two are attached at the hip.” The genius grinned. “Mind you, today being Valentine's Day…he can always prove himself to be very elusive today, of all days.” Dropping the pitch of her voice an attempt to imitate Vegeta's, she continued. “The Prince of All Saiyans does not “do” Valentine's, or fluffy, worthless human love.”

 

Mentally, Goku's sides split in hysterics at the irony of the woman's words. `Yeah, sure, he certainly is an elusive little Saiyan, but for an entirely different reason.'

 

“He definitely doesn't “do” human love that's for sure…” Agreed Goku with a filthy grin temporarily flashing on his normally innocent face, causing Bulma to back away a few steps as a sudden realisation hit her, her swift brain overloading at the various thoughts going through it. Wild, hot, monkey sex type thoughts. The kind that you try to keep in a mental corner most of the time, but they still pop out at the most inopportune moments.

 

“Well Goku, good luck with your “treasure hunt”…I hope you enjoy your prize.” Bulma bid him farewell as she hurried back to her work in the main building, before her two Saiyan residents caused any more distractions.

 

`Well, at least she's left me too it.' Goku told himself as he hope she didn't do anything, or worse; tell her mother what the Saiyans were up to.

Wisely opting not to fly, Goku trekked over towards his and Vegeta's complex, felling the cool, damp grass between his bare toes, making his feet numb and wet.

 

Frozen, and slightly damp, Goku wiped his feet dry on the fluffy carpet of their hallway, before advancing through to the kitchen, peering around to side the time.

 

`11.10? Hmm, I better warm up then.' Decided Goku. `And of course…' a smile spread on the tall Saiyan's face as he advanced on the fridge `grab something to eat.'

 

Deciding against anything that would take to much effort or time to cook, Goku found a large canned chocolate pudding, which opened and prepared in a microwave, as he made himself a large mug of hot chocolate. Grabbing a spoon and his lunch, as wandered out of the kitchen and into the living room, plonking himself on the plush armchair, which was conveniently next a blazing heater, as he dug into the warm, chocolaty pudding, sighing with pleasure as the warm filled him.

 

`It'd be sooo much better if I were eating it off Veggie instead, though.' Reflected Goku as he consumed the warm, sticky pudding.

 

Somewhere between bites, Goku's hand managed to grab the remote and he switch on the television across from him as he settled deeper in his armchair. By chance, the channel the television was left on was the news one, and before his own eyes was a video of himself, in his underwear, floating above Capsule Corp.

 

`Wow, Bulma wasn't kidding with she said she'd be getting questions.' contemplated Goku with mild shock. He was so used to appearing on television, he didn't care anymore. Although being in his underpants in front of the entire world was a bit unnerving, even for him, especially whilst news reporters were nattering on about various crackpot theories: Is he a new invention? A UFO? (`OK then, that was kind of right.' he conceeded.) Swiftly becoming tired of the brainless banter on the news Goku retrieved the remote, to find something more engaging than him in his underwear.

 

After the spoon clattered to a halt in the bowl, the Saiyan lounged in his armchair lazily while he waited patiently for noon to come, flicking through the many hundreds of channels that Capsule Corp. received, his eye watching, but his brain not realizing as it was too preoccupied with other notions. Naked Vegeta notions. Getting more pudding notions. And of course, eating more chocolate, syrupy pudding ON naked Vegeta notions.

 

Jumping to his abruptly as he realised there were only a few minutes to midday, Goku rushing into the kitchen, dirty bowl and spoon lying forgotten.

 

As he entered the room, Goku looked around, reading the clock on the cooker as 11.59.

 

`Right, it'll happen any time now. Goku reassured himself. `I'm sure it become apparent when the time comes. After all, how much harder can it be, all I've got find is a beam?'

 

Concentrating on the clock, the burly Saiyan's gaze snapped away from it as the glowing numbers stated; “12.00”.

 

`Guiding beams…' pondered Goku as he gazed up at the ceiling. `Nope, none there…why would a building like Capsule Corp. have support beams, and why would midday affect them?' he berated himself.

 

Pacing around the kitchen, Goku searched for anything that might constitute as a “guiding beam”.

 

“Owww.” The immense Saiyan winced and squinted as light glared in his eyes.

 

`Ouch, that stings.' Complained Goku as he rubbed his eyes. `Why is there a beam of light, the curtains should still be closed from earlier. Wait.' Goku's brain stopped dead in its tracks. `Beam of light?'

 

Looking down, Goku looked at the sliver of light being let into the kitchen by the gap in the curtains.

 

`Hmmm, guiding beam...of light?' Goku grinned as he followed the line of light across the kitchen, right over to the tiny gap between the fridge and the wall.

 

`Well, according to that beam, the clue should here.' With that thought in mind, Goku gently shifted the fried down to side a few inches, so he could fit his hand in.

 

Sure enough, half hidden by the shadows, a sticky note was attached to the side of the fridge. Slipping his hand into the narrow crevasse, Goku retrieved the note, and read the message left by Vegeta, written in his fluid script;

 

`Kakarot.

Congratulations on your patience with this. There are more clues for you to feast your eyes upon; no need to worry however, for your prize will still await you.

I regress. Your next clue, Kakarot, is;

 

“Beneath the free colourful captives, of their shapeless prison.”'

 

Goku groaned. It didn't look like he was any closer to finishing the treasure hunt than before: another clue.

 

`This one's got to be the hardest yet! How on earth does he think I can solve that?' wondered Goku desperately. `Well, he isn't going to pop out the walls for me and solve it, so I better get to it.' A resolute frown set itself on his face as he wandered from the kitchen, wholly absorbed in the sticky note he held.