Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Very Veggie Valentine's Day ❯ Super Laptop! ( Chapter 6 )

A Very Veggie Valentine's Day

 

 

Part 6. Super Laptop!

 

 

Goku thundered through the door, shutting it behind him hurriedly, and shot up the stairs in his frenzy to get into the shower, to get clean, and progress with his hunt for Vegeta, a smelly Saiyan flurry as he ran into their bedroom and dropped the notes he carried next to their formers, before darting into the shower. Removing his boxers, he incinerated them with a burst of ki, deciding that they probably won't wash out anyway (and he doubted Vegeta would wash them like this, and since he couldn't use the washing machine without getting electrocuted, they weren't going anywhere).

 

Twisting the shower onto full power, Goku hopped in under the hot spray, slamming the door shut behind him and groaning with relief as the torrent of water washed him clean. Grabbing a brush, Goku thoroughly scrubbed himself clear of the mess, reaching up behind his back, before grabbing the soap of the shelf. Large, powerful hands worked up a thick lather from the soap, which Goku spread over dripping wet muscles, rippling as the cascade of steaming water hit them, washing away the white froth, revealing soft, pale skin, glistening as light reflected of it's dripping surface.

 

When he'd cleaned his body thoroughly, Goku reached for the shampoo, squirting a liberal amount into him palm. Shoulder muscles bunched languidly as Goku raised his sturdy arms to the great mop of jet-black hair, which has been flattened only slightly by the torrent of the shower. Strong hands lathered the soap into his hair, foam covering his head as the suds built up on his hair, his pectorals rippling subtly with the fine movements of his hands, rivulets of water and soap trickling in-between solid slabs of muscle, as the fruity smell of the shampoo filled the air. Moving gracefully back under the shower jet, the blast started to wash away the suds of shampoo, causing trails to run down his chiselled back, down over the curve of his powerful buttocks, sometimes dripping off onto the floor from the curve, whereas some went on to run down well built thighs, trickling past smooth knees and rounded calves, to drip off finely sculpted ankles.

 

`To think that it wasn't so long ago Vegeta was in here…and I was with him, of course.' Goku's face cracked with a smirk at the memories running through his head, of times when he'd pinned a slippery Vegeta against these tiles, the compact form writhing before him. Ever since he and Vegeta got access to an en suite bathroom, they made full use of it. In every sense of the notion. The shower was easily spacious enough for the both of them to enjoy themselves.

 

`And in such a variety of ways too.' Reminisced Goku as he stood under the spray. Looking down, he noticed himself hardening from all of the visual memories flitting across his mind, water droplets tricking down his rigid length and dripping off his balls languidly.

 

`Man Vegeta. You do this to me even when you're not around…' Goku groaned lowly as his length swelled to full attention, standing proudly against his abs. His hand slowly started moving downwards to wrap around his straining length, but it suddenly paused in its descent, shaking slightly.

 

`No. I can't do this now…I want to be ready for Vegeta tonight, fully ready.' Decided Goku with determination. `This is not the time to waste valuable…energy…among other things.'

 

Ignoring the pressure, Goku resumed washing himself, doing his level best to keep the images of a wet, writhing Vegeta at bay as he erection throbbed in protest.

 

Steam filled the bathroom as Goku opened the door to the shower and stepped out. Drying himself off thoroughly, he scrubbed his thick hair as dry as he could with the towel- however, it still remained wet, and only time could dry it properly. Hooking the towel back over the rail to dry, Goku waltzed from the bathroom to the bedroom totally nude, not caring; despite the fact that it was unlikely anyone was going to come wandering into their house. Seek muscles bunched as Goku walked over to the dresser, keeping in mind Vegeta's earlier suggestion and simply grabbed a fresh pair of boxers to put on.

 

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, which creaked slightly in protest as his weight, Goku leans over the pick up the most recent note.

 

`It seems I always end up back here.' He mused. `Maybe I think better in bed.' A filthy grin lit up the tall Saiyan's face. `I bet Vegeta thinks so…according to him, apparently my brain is fuelled by sex.'

 

`Back to the clue…a handheld ring, huh?' Pondered Goku, as he rubbed his brow in concentration. `We don't have any jewellery- for hands at least…hmm. It could be rings on food tins and cans I suppose. Like Vegeta's tins of beer, or the cans of food in the cupboards. Mmm. Food.' His stomach growled encouragingly. `Suppose I could kill two birds with one stone.'

 

Goku got up, tucking the note inside his boxer elastic for possible later reference, and slowly ambled down to the kitchen. There was, after all, no rush in getting to a meal you had to cook yourself anyway. It not like it would be waiting for him on the table or anything.

 

Getting to the kitchen, Goku rifled through cupboards looking through the cans, collecting them all on the side, so he could examine them properly. Looking at the tops of them all, examining the ring pulls, he came up with nothing. These were just ordinary cans, for Vegeta obviously hadn't been here.

 

Goku chuckled to himself. `Heh, I guess I was foolish to think Vegeta would try to hide something here…he'd eat all of the cans before getting around to putting the message anywhere.'

 

As he walked over to the fridge he doubted that the note would be in here either; Vegeta liked his beer too, so they usually had plenty kicking around.

 

Quickly opening the fridge and surveying it's contents, Goku found nothing as he expected; the beer still remaining in there.

 

`I wonder if Vegeta put the notes all in place before I woke up…' pondered Goku. `I mean if he had, and then put them in the fridge or cupboard, I'd have seen them by now…maybe he is just one step ahead of me…he'd have to be watching me too keep up though…' Goku's eyes darted around suspiciously. `Nah. It doesn't matter either way…I'm being ridiculous. I'd notice him moving around.'

 

`Now, back to the clue.' Resolved Goku. `What other things in this how are rings…well there's the ring that hold the towel, but I've been there…and we have no knocker on the door…'

 

The whole house was silent as he stood in the middle of the kitchen, engrossed in the note as his mind ploughed through ways to solve it. Abruptly, however, the large Saiyan was jerked back to reality by the rude ringing of the phone. Grumbling about the inconvenience, Goku stomped over to the phone, grabbing the receiver, nearly crushing in his powerful grip.

 

`This better be worth it.' Grumbled Goku mentally. `Like saving the world again worth it.'

 

“Hello?” asked Goku, trying to cover up his frustration. He paused however, when his lips brushed against something on the receiver, only to ignore it as he heard the tell-a-tale clicking and a brief pause before an over enthusiastic female voice started spewing from the earpiece.

 

`I'm being interrupted…by a telemarketer?' Goku blinked with disbelief. He was trying to complete a set of clues to hunt down his mate and this woman had the audacity to phone him, hawking laptop computers?

 

“We currently have a special offer on laptops with high powered laptops, would like us to send you a pamphlet and ordering form? We currently are selling them at…”

 

Goku gaped silently as the woman spoke at breakneck speed.

 

`How do she do that?' he wondered silently. Finally the woman stopped her rant, waiting for Goku to confirm the orders.

 

Goku smirked, scarily like Vegeta. `High powered laptops eh?'

 

“Uh, yes, I have a question? Are these high powered laptops able to shoot long range homing missiles, or do they merely rely on laser weapons as part of their offensive mechanisms?”

 

“Um…” the woman stuttered briefly, unsure of what to say in the situation. As suddenly as she started talking however, the phone went completely dead, it evident she could find no answer to this. Maybe her company was sold out of powerful homing missile shooting laptops. Or maybe not.

 

Goku chuckled, a little too evilly for him maybe, as he removed the phone from his ear, looking for the source of what tickled him on the lip earlier. To his pleasant surprise, it appeared to be another piece of paper.

 

`Wow, telemarketers do help people out…' Goku thought as he peeled off the sticky note. `Hmm. Vegeta must have meant the ringing sound of the phone and the handheld receiver in his clue. Phew, makes me glad that crazy lady called. I'd have never got that one myself.'

 

Putting down the receiver, Goku looked down at the note.

 

`Kakarot.

Well, well, it appears you are coming ever nearer to the end. But still not yet…here is another clue for you.

 

“The false egg.”'

 

Goku groaned. `How unspecific is that? Great.'