Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Compromising Positions ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Author Notes: It’s AU. I changed one little wish just a tiny, tiny bit. Oh, it’s also yaoi, although I’m not entirely sure who I’m gonna have screw who. Also, it is entirely off the wall, so the first bit’s gonna seem like I don’t care if it reads well or not. It’s a tad mite jerky, it is. I intend to let it stay that way, because for once, I want something a bit more comedic than my usual dark fare. And simply because I like ‘em that way, male Saiyans can and do, have and probably will get pregnant.

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Jeice wandered the halls of Capsule Corp. Vegeta was - imagine this! - training. Again. Or possibly still He wasn’t sure and didn’t really care, since he wasn’t exactly over Vegeta having killed him yet. Still, the grumpy prince was a lot better company than the remains of the Ginyu Force.

He stopped dead in the middle of the hall and began pulling his hair. That image just would not go away. And Zarbon had vanished off someplace months ago, and his scouter was broke, so he couldn’t find the that particular beauty to fuck him senseless again. It wasn’t fair! Course, it wasn’t like he wasn’t getting laid. An image of a naked blue-haired woman super-imposed itself over the traumatic Ginyu remnant fuckfest, much to his relief. Maybe Bulma wasn’t in her lab, and would be up for some fun.

Jeice turned abruptly and went back the way he had come. Possibly, possibly… and what the hell was that idiot doing? He watched as Bulma’s so-called boyfriend peeked through the windows of Vegeta’s training center. Hmm… if he was that interested in the little prince, maybe…? After all, he wanted to be fucked senseless, not to fuck someone else senseless.

Except, there was that weird floating cat shape-shifting thing. Jeice still wasn’t sure if it was male or female, but he had the funny feeling it was Yamcha’s most frequent bed partner. Probably, he smirked, in Vegeta’s form, as often as he’d caught the guy watching the surly Saiyan. AH-HA! Revenge is sweet! He reversed directions again.

This time, thankfully, there was no sex being performed, and Gordo was covered. Jeice wandered in casually. “Hey, Gordo? You remember Vegeta getting it on with any guys on the ship?”

“He’s not interested in males, Jeice, you know that.”

“Really?” Jeice faked surprise. “But that Yamcha guy seems to be doing him pretty regularly.” A little snort. “He won’t let Vegeta train without keeping an eye on him.”