Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Four Star Dragonball ❯ Saiyans Eating Inexpensively? ( Chapter 2 )

Pairing: Vegeta x Goku
Rating: NC-17, um eventually I hope. If I don't chicken out.
Warning: Suicide, Sex, and Violence! There's a nice ring to that.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Wish I did. Then I'd use the dragonballs to kick some ass. I hope I'm not stealing anything from anyone. I know that's a scare lately. I don't read much so my ideas may already be written. Sorry.

Four Star Dragonball
Chapter Two: Saiyans Eating Inexpensively?

"So you actually went to a psychiatrist during these past months?" Bulma queried, not looking at the Saiyan as she bandaged a few minor cuts on the biceps of his left arm.

"Yeah… It's weird, huh? But he promised me that he didn't have any needles!" Goku said with his usual grin. He had left the purple cushion on the table with all the first aid supplies next to his chair. More often than enough, he caught himself staring longingly at it, wishing for something, but he didn't know what. Happiness? Yes, but what was that anymore? He didn't know; lost its meaning long ago. A few minutes passed until he realized Bulma had paused in her movements. He turned to her with a questioning look on his face.

The aqua-haired woman laid her hand on Goku's shoulder and gazed sadly into her longtime friend's eyes. "You should have told me," she said softly.

Goku leaned away from her touch, "It's fine now! Nothing to worry about!" he smiled wider, though it looked like a grimace. Then he heard a snort of disapproval from the hospital room's corner behind him. A quick glance over the shoulder revealed a glowering prince leaning against the wall with his arms folded. `Why couldn't he just leave?' Goku thought.

"Well, all set then," Bulma said as she patted his arm. "Do you mind if I have a talk with your psychiatrist? I want to see what he's found out so I can help you in a better way."

The tall Saiyan suddenly tensed, but not that Bulma could see. He waved his undamaged arm, "There's no need for that! I hardly ever saw him in the first place! I'm surely not going back now that I have you and everyone."

"But I want to find out if he noticed anything else other than depression…"

Goku remained silent; it was obvious he couldn't shake the woman off as easily as he had hoped. She was too smart! Luckily, and much to his surprise, Vegeta stepped in. He had momentarily forgotten that the prince was even in the room.

"Woman, I'm hungry. You can pry answers out of Kakarotto later."

Bulma blinked, "Ah, I'm sorry. You should be hungry, too, aren't you, Goku? I'll have Mom fix you up something real quick." With that, she left the room.

"I hate to treat her like this," Goku said as she went out of hearing range. He reached for his pillow and ran his fingers over the velvety texture.

"Even her damned voice grates my nerves. I'm not waiting for her to spend hours trying to prepare a meal that will only partially satisfy my stomach. I'm going out," Vegeta said and began leaving the room.

`So why is he telling me?' Goku wondered. "Uh, er, do you want me to come with you?"

Vegeta did not stop walking and his reply was muffled from the walls. Goku guessed it sounded something like, `Do whatever you want but just leave me the hell alone.'

He sighed. He felt worse than ever before. But it was good to see Bulma again. And he was indeed hungry. He was always hungry, but in the past few days he couldn't bring himself to eat anything. Already he had began losing muscle mass. He bet he looked like a wreck. He certainly felt like one.

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Vegeta paused at the foot of the staircase and still received no sign of the idiot coming. Fine, at least he tried. He would be better off with the woman anyway. Not waiting any longer, Vegeta started on his way out of Capsule Corp.

"Vegeta," Bulma whispered as she came upon him, causing the prince to stop.

"What do you want, Woman?!"

Her blue eyes were bright with worry and focused on the carpet. Vegeta's anger dropped down a notch at the seriousness of her voice when she spoke, "I have a feeling you'll be the only one who can help Goku now. You probably understand more of his feelings than I do. He used to be so cheerful… I never knew he was that close to Chichi…" she trailed off as tears began to collect, threatening to fall down her cheeks. She had done nothing to console her friend in his moment of desolation. But she forced herself to focus on healing Goku now, for that was what was important. When she finally looked up, she had Vegeta's full attention. "I know you hate him, but please! Please don't let him die…"

The prince felt a sudden pang of jealousy. "You love him." It was not a question.

"He means the world to a lot of people. Literally," she evaded.

A moment's pause went by without the two saying anything as they considered the carefree Saiyan. "I'll do my best," Vegeta said quietly.

She smiled a bit. It was a rare and precious moment when the arrogant prince dropped his armor of pride and revealed his hidden inner feelings. That alone was what swept her off her feet. She almost regretted breaking off their relationship shortly after Bura was born, but it was for the best.

"Just try and be his friend for a while," she suggested.

For his ex-mate, he could try. Kakarotto needed help. What the fuck was he supposed to do? Bulma was supposed to be the savior. He didn't know one thing about how to befriend anyone.

"Thanks, Vegeta," she grinned and leaned in to kiss his cheek. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. She winked and said, "Have fun!" She turned and left too quickly for the prince to throw a nasty look at her.

`That bitch is always scheming something,' Vegeta frowned as he headed back up to the hospital room where he left the other Saiyan.

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Goku was still seated in the chair where Bulma had wrapped his arm, only now that no one was there to witness his temporary lapse of control. His fingers were dug into his spiky hair and once again he was bent over his middle with his face in that blasted pillow as if he were sick.

Vegeta coughed just outside the door out of his sight and decided to give the other Saiyan a moment to regain his composure before barging in. Then he stepped into the room.

The taller Saiyan sat upright and alert, his hands resting on the cushion in his lap. Perfectly in control-different from what the prince saw before. He turned his head towards Vegeta, his face devoid of emotion.

"A-Aren't you going out?" Goku asked.

"Let's go," the prince barked.

"I thought-"

"Shut up! Let's just go, you ass!"

Goku forgot how much Vegeta used to snap at him at everything over the past year. Now every little insult, every crude remark tore at him. He hated the prince. Hated his life. Wanted to die still. More than ever.

Vegeta watched Goku's expression grower darker and duller with a twinge of despair. The woman was being ridiculous; he couldn't possibly help Kakarotto. But for her sake, the way she looked at him with her accursed pleading blue eyes, he tried again.

Steadying his voice and dropping the angry tone, he said, "Kakarotto, let's go to a restaurant instead."

Goku was already shaking his head, "I don't have any money."

Vegeta flashed him the roll of bills Bulma gave to him, "My treat."

"I don't know; I should really go see my boys…" Goku replied, looking around the room for an escape route.

Annoyed as much as possible, Vegeta stormed over to Goku's chair and jerked the idiot to his feet. "You'll go or…or…" he stopped, searching for a euphemism to beating his already damaged skull.

"I'll pound you?" Goku offered.

Vegeta squeezed his mouth shut to keep from replying. Grinding his teeth the whole way, he managed to drag to depressed Saiyan, who felt lighter than usual, and the pillow out of Capsule Corp. Once outside the doors, the prince turned to his companion. "Well? Where to eat, Kakarotto? I don't care as long as you hurry the fuck up and pick because I'm ready to go on a rampage." He started raising his ki.

With a sense of urgency, Goku mentally scanned all the places of food he knew of to see which one sounded best. They probably needed a buffet since it had large quantities and no prepare time, until it became empty, which it surely would. "How about Wang's?" he suggested to the prince.

"What the hell kind of name is that!" Vegeta retorted.

"It's owned by a few relatives of Chichi's…" the taller replied, a twinge of sadness in his voice. Then he brightened, "It would be good to see them again. Maybe they can give us a discount!"

The prince was unsure if this was a good idea or not, but as the third-class Saiyan headed in the assumed direction of the restaurant, he followed. Again, they traveled by foot. Vegeta had to fix that-not that he minded the time it took to get anywhere, but the fact that he became the curious object of interest of humans he walked by. Their judging stares upon his alien appearance were enough to make him blast their heads off. Sometimes he really hated this planet.

Plus, he really did want to pound the younger Saiyan. He dared to say he missed seeing the other for a spar every few days. Ever since he left, the prince became bored out of his mind, even picking fights with the other Z-fighters. Although they weren't much of a challenge, it was entertaining to see how long they could take his beatings (usually two or three punches and an occasional kick).

He missed fighting, and so he missed the idiot. Yes, the prince was glad to have Kakarotto back. Now if he could only get him away from mourning so heavily he might regain his strength and then they could fight!

The two Saiyans reached the shabbier part of town and entered a small building. They were greeted by a small man and were led to a rickety table. Goku placed the purple pillow in the chair next to him and remained standing near their designated table. Another human came by and put two glasses of water down and a couple rolls of silverware. Vegeta smirked; obviously Kakarotto didn't know he was going to bankrupt them tonight.

Goku turned to the smaller man and started heading for the buffet. "It doesn't look like much, but the food is great!" he said, grabbing a few plates.

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Two hours later, the Saiyans were still shoveling food into their mouths, but now they had an audience. The entire staff had come out from the kitchen with sour faces, nearly begging them to stop eating three-hundred zeni worth of food for just the buffet charge of eight zeni each, but they remained silent.

"Wow, Vegeta, everyone is looking at us eat!" Goku whispered as he stuffed a plate of rice and chicken down his throat. He paused again to down his fifteenth glass of water. Setting it back on the table for the grouchy waitress to refill it, Goku tried talking to the prince again to break the uncomfortable silence, "Usually people look surprised, but I wonder why they all look really angry…"

"Do not pay any attention to them," Vegeta said, setting another plate down. Satisfied, he asked the waitress for the check with a smirk. She returned and set it on the edge of the table that wasn't covered in stacks of plates, shaking with fury all the way. No fortune cookies.

Goku finally shoved himself away from the table and sighed, "I'm done." He turned to the kitchen staff around him. "Thanks, everyone! It was really good!" He threw them a quick smile and gathered up his cushion.

Vegeta placed twenty zeni on the table and started to leave, hearing growls and curses from people next to him. Goku leaned across to look at the bill and frowned. "Hey, you only gave them a three zeni tip!"

The prince snorted, "This is a buffet-you don't need to tip much because they don't hardly wait on you except to fill our drinks. Come along, Kakarotto."

The taller Saiyan looked back at the crowd of employees, thinking that the only thing missing from their angry stares were pitchforks and torches. He sighed and trailed after the prince out of the building.