Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Birthday Vegeta ❯ Dinner Interrupted ( Chapter 15 )

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Happy Birthday Vegeta

Dinner Interrupted

Chapter 15

Such was the scope of the Capsule Corp. compound, that Vegeta wanted to fly to their destination, but wasn't sure it was a good idea with Gohan exhibiting aggressive tendencies. In compensation he made sure their walk through the building was a brisk one. As Kami would have it, it wasn't brisk enough to avoid two demi-saiyan sprites and their designated keeper for the evening.

"Hey Trunks! Your dad is dressed funny." Laughed a chibi-Goku as they thundered down the hall in pajamas. (Goten was wearing his favorite Saiyaman pajamas, but Trunks insisted that his superhero wore nothing but spandex training suits, so he was clothed respectively.)

"He is not!" 'Not' was punctuated by a swift kick to Goten's middle as he ran past. "Tonight is not his birthday party." The tiniest 'oomph' betrayed that the kick had landed effectively. Vegeta smirked at his son, who was in turn smirking, small hands on his hips, at Son Goten as he tried to catch his breath.

"Birthday party? Can we have some cake? Huh? Huh? Cakecakecakecakecakecakecakecake!" He gasped for breath, "Balloons and cake, ice cream and cake, presents and cake..." Trunks rolled his eyes, cuffed the back of Goten's head and snapped, "NOT, his birthday baka."

"Oooowww Trunks!" Goten's eyes filled, and large tears spilled down his cheeks, "You dint hafta hit so hard."

With a disgusted growl, Vegeta pointed an index finger with a strangely glowing tip at Goten, who instantly dried his tears at the thought that Mr. Vegeta might blast him for being weak. He said that a lot.

Trunks' clear, blue eyes scanned his father, Gohan and Krillin, lavender brows drawn in confusion, looking at that moment, very like his Ningen mother. Something in Vegeta's chest tightened at the thought.

"Where you guys goin?" Vegeta glanced at his son before answering.

"I could ask the two of you the same. Where is the baka babysitter?"

"Right Here, Vegeta." The mild reply, preceded Videl as she came around the corner. "The boys and I were on our way to the kitchen for a bedtime snack. Hey Gohan." She gave him a shy smile. She'd known he would be here Tonight, and her presence had not been an easy coincidence to establish.

She had been, investigating, Son Gohan for several weeks now, and he spent a good bit of time here at the Capsule Corporation. Their reputation and security were both razor's edge keen, she hadn't had adequate time to infiltrate. Also her father's personage had not opened the usual doors. In fact, they seemed less than impressed, that she was the daughter of the World Martial Arts Champion, Hercule Satan.

She hoped, a furrow creased her brow, for the geeks' sake, that they weren't experimenting on him in that strange, circular lab she'd seen him enter once. Although after establishing friendly terms with her charges for the evening, it had become rapidly apparent that the Brief and Son families were close knit, thereby accounting for his visiting hours.

She thought ruefully about her pig-tailed hair and faded jeans. 'Wonderful impression Videl.' She tried not to let her hunger show as she ate him up visually. 'He looks good dressed all in black.' The collar of his shirt was snug against the tanned skin of his throat, the tailored fabric hugged strong shoulders and a broad chest. A slim belt through pleated trousers emphasized a lean waistline, and long legs. She gulped. Tonight there was something untamed in his usually friendly eyes.

She just could not believe she had never noticed the rings of newly minted gold that surrounded his iris'. They were, beautiful, breath-taking, and...wild. Something you'd expect to see on a wolf. They made her shiver, like taking a dip in a polar ice-flow, but she refused to give ground by backing away. Instead, she turned to Vegeta, causing those shiny, black tails to swish around her face, framing her mischievous eyes and saucy smile.

"Are you having a happy birthday, Vegeta?" He snarled at the familiarity, but was spared having to respond to the insipid question by Gohan who hissed through clenched teeth, as though sucker punched. The pained sound drew Videl's startled gaze. Vegeta didn't even have to look.

'Fuck! The damn brat caught the baka babysitter's scent'...he braced himself subtly. Gohan's body was thrumming next to his, his eyes tightly closed, presumably as a means of maintaining control...Vegeta smirked.

'The fool obviously doesn't know that when visual senses are impaired, the sense of smell is enhanced...'

"Gohan? Are you okay?" Videl's voice was a concerned caress.

Gohan groaned softly as he swayed in Videl's direction, "Kuso! You smell good Videl," he buried his nose in her hair. "...like, cinnamon and winter smoke..." he followed the scent down the sensitive nape of her neck and rested there, panting moistly. Dende-sama! He had to have her. His shuddering body screamed for him to touch and taste and take. He wanted to roll her out and wear her, wrapped around him like a second skin, and make that incredible scent his. HIS. HIS. HIS.

"Gohan." Once again, the frigid voice of the Saiyan No Ouiji pierced Gohan's musing, and reluctantly, he dragged his face from Videl's shocked form, his golden eyes burning holes in Vegeta.

"It seems you have a deep-seated desire to ruin any fun on my part Ouiji-sama."

"I expected better control from you baka. You didn't even try. Let. Her. Go."

Gohan looked down at the stunned girl in his arms. Her eyes were wide but held a glint of challenge in their flannel blue depths. A sly smile parted his hungry lips and bared his teeth, he would eat her challenge alive. A warning vibrated deep in his throat as he grabbed her upper arms and drew her to him like she was weightless. He drew in more of her heady scent, and crushed her mouth with his. It was a harsh, hasty, kiss that left no doubt about his intentions, she was as his as she could be without bleeding. Then, gentling his grasp as if she were some incredibly fragile china, he set her away from his trembling form. Videl stared hazily as Gohan released her, her fingers pressed to her stinging lips.

"We will finish this some time, in the very, near, future." Gohan rasped, his dark eyes glinting with golden promises as he turned and walked away. Krillin gave Videl a goofy smile, shrugged and jogged after Gohan. The Saiyan Prince looked thoughtfully at her before inquiring, "Have you met the rest of his family?"

Videl could only assume that this was some psychotic, wish-fulfillment type of dream, seeing as how she'd just been fabulously molested by shy, quiet, unassuming, Son Gohan, and now...Vegeta...was speaking civilly to her. Her mind was numb with pleasure, her eyes staring beyond Vegeta, and though glazed, there was a smile on her face.

"Hn. We'll have to remedy that." Vegeta nodded, and abruptly left.

'My God! What just happened? Gohan KISSED me! Seriously, kissed me. He didn't seem himself though, almost like he was sick...' she thought about the golden gleam in his eyes when he promised that they would finish this...

and she couldn't stop the tremors that racked her body.

"Baka! Are you a masochist?" Vegeta continually cursed Gohan as they stormed through the compound. He finally stopped in front of a pair of wooden doors with brass handles. He placed his palm on the dark sensor set in the wall. There was a flash of light from within the sensor, and Bulma's voice floated down from the ceiling, "Access granted to Vegeta Briefs, clearance code four."

From inside the doors came the heavy sound of titanium tumblers disengaging. He pushed down on the brass handles and the doors swung open slowly. He nodded his upswept head at Gohan and Krillin, and they entered a sitting room decorated blithely in neutrals, with black accents.

"This suite is completely self-sufficient. Kitchen, Bath, Bedroom," the No Ouiji said pointing out the respective doors. "Not that you're going to give a damn in another day." He looked hard at Gohan who stood in the center of the room, hands casually thrust into his pockets, glittering eyes taking in his surroundings with some misgiving.

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, and asked, "Where is your woman?" after a moments pause, he added, "The one you were previously involved with." as clarification. He didn't want any stupid remarks about the babysitter. Gohan's dark head tilted a bit to the side as he considered his prince. His ebony eyes sparked with wicked intent, and he approached Vegeta with that warm Son smile curving his lips.

"As I said before, she is NOT my woman. I did NOT mark her." his eyelids drooped to conceal the golden ringed iris'. "And she is several hours of flight away." Vegeta cast around for the bald warrior's ki, he wanted everyone to make a clean escape if the Brat tried anything.

"Why are you not going to her? Are you afraid you would not be strong enough to resist bonding with her in the heat of the moment? After your weakling display in the hall, I would be worried too." he sneered.

Gohan snorted sounding very much like his prince. "You said yourself, I didn't even try."

Vegeta studied Gohan for a moment, "If you want to go to her, there is a...face guard...Greater men than you have worn them to prevent bonding during a rut." the barest hint of pink warmed his cheeks and infuriated him. Gohan's smile became edged with hunger, as he watched the color climb Vegeta's face.

"She, does not interest me." his voice was a masculine tease as he moved in close to Vegeta, savoring his scent like one would the bouquet of a fine wine.

Vegeta inhaled deeply and cursed himself in his native tongue as surprise flittered across his angular features. Gohan's scent was an overwhelming, undeniable force. It was both exotic,and achingly familiar to his Saiyan senses. The Prince shuttered his eyes, masking a terrible homesickness, and a longing for things that simply could not be, no matter how many dragonballs you had. He was breathing heavily as he disengaged from the instinctive, purely reactive desire to Gohan's scent.

"Last chance. Do you want to go to her?" Vegeta's voice was hoarse.

"No."

"Very well. You will be confined to this suite for the next 10 days, the only company will be of the droid variety, bringing meals should you want them. You won't." His eyes locked with Gohan's.

"Ouiji-sama.?"

"Hn." The burnished flame of Vegeta's hair tilted in his direction.

"I will not dishonor you and your mate, by asking you to stay. In return, tell me about your first rut."

His snort was one of amusement. "You are just full of fucking surprises tonight."

"You have no idea." Gohan's reply was mocking.

"But I do." came Vegeta's equally mocking words. "You, are the one who has no idea what it means to be a slave to your body's urges...yet. Although I think you might be getting the idea, since you've come onto to two people of completely different sexes just in the last few minutes. Understand now? Stay away from my mate."

Gohan nodded in commiseration. "Ugh. Even K-man over there smells intriguing.." Krillin caught Gohan's lazy golden gaze with his own, and forced down a sudden, frission of fear. When had this innocent boy grown into a...a predator? He inched towards the open doors.

Vegeta laughed. "That's right baldy, everyone is fair game right now. Although he's still enough in his mind that he wouldn't force the issue. I strongly suggest you stay away for the next week...unless you're interested." He smirked crudely. He enjoyed watching them squirm, 'at least that hasn't changed.'

"Sorry Gohan, I'm spoken for..." Krillin's voice was strained.

Gohan leaned back, resting his elbows on the bar that separated sitting room from kitchen, stretching his long legs out. The look he directed at the prince was one of infinite patience. Vegeta frowned, uncertain as to why he felt compelled to answer the brat's inquiry honestly.

"There's not much to tell. I spent my first rut, much as you are, locked in my quarters on Frieza's ship."

"Were you alone Ouiji-sama?"

"No. Radditz and Nappa were always there." His voice went vague with memories.

"Really?" Gohan prompted silkily. He vanished from the bar, and half a thought later reappeared, occupying Vegeta's personal space. That wicked smile curved his lips, as he whispered into a sensitive Saiyan ear, "Just between you and me, Vegeta-sama, did you let yourself be... muzzled?"

"Of course!" he hissed, placing his gloveless hands just above Gohan's chest. "No chances could be taken, I was the Saiyan No Ouiji, existing solely for the purpose of Frieza's destruction. No way in hell was an accidental bond going to deprive me of my destiny. That, was your father's honor." There was no change in expression to clue Gohan in...he simply found himself on the floor, his back against the bar, stools collapsed on top of him, and Vegeta, hands glowing lightly, trademark scowl on his face. "I allow you to live, only because this is your first rut, and you do not know the rules. There won't be a next time." Anger glinted in the brat's eyes and for a moment, Vegeta thought he might rush him, then his inherited good nature took over, and he chuckled.

"Of course, Forgive my ignorance." He shook his head and climbed out of the pile of mangled barstools and resumed his perch against the now smoldering bar.

Vegeta held Gohan's gaze with a cool, steady one of his own, his arms folded in front of him.

"I, was sent to Frieza at five standard years. Well before any instruction in Saiyan sexuality might have occurred. Radditz...was the one with the answers when I had questions...Nappa, the big, stupid, baka....kept a steady stream of companions at the ready..." His tone vaguely reflected the distaste he was recalling. "I soon found that I preferred being alone to the parade of unrecognizable faces." he snapped himself out of the too vivid recollection with a mental shake, and found to his chagrin, that the brat was watching him, looking very, lucid.

His face, bore that serious look, the one Kakkarot wore only rarely, letting you know he was paying far more attention than anyone thought he could. He looked away, before the brat could piece him together from the inside out.

Though he knew his Ouiji would not appreciate the sentiment, compassion swirled in Gohan, for the boy given to the monster under his bed. His own memories of Frieza still brought the occasional nightmare to break his sleep with cold sweats and pounding heart, and he had been twice as old as his prince when they had gone to Namek...he was ashamed of his weakness.

"Thank you Ouiji-sama." his voice grave, Gohan bowed respectfully, stunning Vegeta.

"Hn." He motioned Krillin to the doors, where he hesitated, and turned back.

"One more thing, brat." he gestured to the room with his head, "Should you find next week, that you've changed your mind about leaving...remember this suite is specially reinforced to contain rutting Saiyans." His smirk was back with an evil flair, "So try to control yourself, the woman will kill you if she has to rebuild it again."

His black boots fell silent as he stepped from tile to vanilla berber in the dining room. Krillin followed at a respectful distance to the side and rear, a fact that pleased Vegeta. They found the room empty save for a meditating Namek. Piccolo's eyes snapped open, focused decisively on the Saiyan prince.

"What happened?"

"Gohan got too close to the royal personage." Krillin answered, "I don't think Vegeta liked what he was saying either." he said snickering.

"His ki is erratic."

"Yes, Namek." Vegeta sneered. "Your 'boy' is upset. It's going to get worse before it gets better. Perhaps you should find something else to fixate on."

"I never could get used to Saiyan appetites." Piccolo mused, and with a sigh, joined them on the floor.

"Where are they?" Vegeta inquired.

"They took ChiChi to the medical wing. Bulma wanted to run a scan on her. And no, the scan was not necessary. She'll come around eventually." The Namek delivered this last with a wisp of humor.

Krillin laughed. "Oh, man. I can not believe he hammered his mother like that...she's gonna kill him."

"He won't believe it either." said Vegeta with a nod.

"You mean he won't remember? The coolest thing he's ever done, and he won't even get to remember it?" Krillin was outraged. Vegeta couldn't help the small, nasty grin.

"Kami, she's gonna lord this over him the rest of his poor, damned life." scowled Piccolo.

"Maybe she'll learn something from it." The Saiyan prince growled disdainfully.

Their silent assention surprised him. He was almost, comfortable, with the two warriors standing with him, an odd feeling to be sure. One much larger, and one smaller, if you could believe that...both strong enough to take out his elites, to be elites.

"Namek."

"Vegeta-sama?" his reply was firm.

"What of this sorceress?"

If Piccolo was startled by the prince asking for anything, much less his opinion, he didn't let it show.

"Her skill...is genuine."

"Hn. What of her reasoning?"

"I think she's mad as the proverbial hatter--" and then he grimaced, as though hearing something painful. "But Kami is correct on this one." His features smoothed, but his eyes, locked with Vegeta's, were intense.

"First, mine is not the place to judge, being a demon-spawned guardian myself." a wry smile curved his thin mouth.

"Secondly, You have access to Kami's lookout...they don't let just anyone train in the Room of Spirit and Time." his voice was gently chastising.

"I see." Vegeta paled. Eyes blacker than soot pinned Krillin to the floor.

"What of you, Chrome Dome?" he made his voice purposefully derisive, but the bald warrior just smiled.

"Who better to protect our planet, ne? There is no one stronger....and I'd rather stand with you than against you any day." he finished with a self-conscious laugh.

"Yes, you would." His lip curled cruelly, though disappointment flashed first.

"What did you want us to do Vegeta?" the Namek's rasp was impatient, "drop and swear fealty?"

"Maybe."

Krillin did as requested. He dropped to one knee in front of Vegeta, his hand clenched over his heart.

"It is an honor, to serve you Ouiji-sama."

Vegeta's jaw dropped clean to the floor. "Are you ill? Has everyone gone completely mad? Is there some sort of contagion I should know about?"

Piccolo's laughter floated down, softly mocking.

"Get up." Vegeta ordered.

"Ouiji-sama." Krillin rose, and stood at attention, his face serious.

"I will not allow you to mock me!"

"Only a little, Vegeta-sama, cause I'm short, ya know?"

"You're dead." Vegeta brought a hand up, a ball of ki with Krillin's name on it pulsing in his palm.

"You've never asked before, Vegeta." Krillin spoke.

"What?"

"You've never asked us what we thought before. I think what you are, is a fact. Like being the Prince of Saiyans. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks."

The ball of ki dissipated, leaving translucent green trailers in the air.

"You're serious." Vegeta's body was visibly shaking.

"I'm jealous. I bet it's a great way to pick up chicks...'Hey baby...can the guardian of this planet buy ya a drink?'

"Baka." his mouth trembled, "You, already have a...chick."

"Hey! You're right...I'll have to give it try on Eighteen and see where it gets me." He leered.

The Saiyan prince snorted. "Unconscious."

Krillin grinned. "Probably."

"Try what out on me?" Eighteen smiled blandly at three similar looks of surprise.

Vegeta suppressed a shiver. He HATED that she stood next to him, walked right up on them, and he couldn't sense her ki. He also HATED that when he thought he was at his peak she'd tossed him around like a fucking ragdoll and broken his god damned arm. His scowl gathered like storm clouds across his face, heavy and threatening, his arms crossed his chest.

"What? I have excellent hearing!" she shrugged a slender shoulder dismissively.

"A new pick-up line." Krillin smirked as she arched one pale eyebrow.

"I thought we were past the pick-up stage?" She frowned at the unfamiliar warmth that curled through her when he blushed.

Bulma could have been a meteorologist as skilled as she was at reading Vegeta. One look at his darkening features and she knew she had to intercede. She walked up beside him, and placed a restraining hand on his arm.

"Chi is resting now. We took her to the medlab for a scan before settling her in. She still hasn't regained consciousness, but her Bioscan is clear."

Vegeta stiffened under her touch. Bulma scored the hurt of yet another rejection on the wall of her heart and removed her hand.

"Is Gohan settled in?" she asked.

"As settled as he can get." replied Krillin completely oblivious to the ongoing dynamics.

Sirabi had seen by normal means, the tension spring up like a summer storm in the No Ouiji, and she too was moved to action. Her words spilled, soothingly, into his mind.

'Try not to be too angry with the android, like you, she did not choose her past. And like you, she does not know what to make of the things she feels. She is as displaced as you once were.'

"Stay out of my skull, Sorceress." the words shot like bullets into the stunned group, the lines on his face deepened with suppressed anger.

'As you wish, Ouiji-sama.' she slipped the words into his mind and smiled serenely in the face of his explosion.

It was at this rather tense moment, that the doorbell rang. All heads swiveled in the direction of the door, everyone calculating who might be on the other side.

Okay, this is as good a place as any to break...Remember to review and let me know what you think of this madness...and I think it has become madness...::::laughs maniacally::::Oh, and shall we take a vote? I'm curious to see the division of interest...Videl or Mav....::::more maniacal laughter::::::::lemme get my chunk o'chalk for keeping tabs...: )

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