Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Just Like Heaven ❯ A Very Long Night ( Chapter 7 )

A/N: Still do not own DBZ, The Cure or their songs.

Chapter Six: A Very Long Night

Vegeta turned to face the owner of the voice. He found a tall, tanned muscular man grinning at him.

The Saiyan reflexively turned to look behind him to see whom the man might be addressing. Seeing no one he turned and faced the man once more.

"Hi, I'm Bruce. I haven't seen you here before. Are you new to this scene?" asked the man. "I'm a regular here myself. I come down here all the time."

Vegeta could detect the odor of whiskey on the mans breathe. He smelled like he had been drinking for some time and the glassy look in his eyes proved that fact.

Vegeta turned his attention back to his brooding. He was not interested in conversing with the drunken idiot. The man was not to be brushed off so quickly though as he offered to buy the shorter man a drink.

Vegeta turned and glared at the bronzed man and pointed at his barely touched beer.

"So, you're the strong silent type, huh? I can appreciate that". The taller man leaned in close, putting his hand on Vegeta's shoulder. "Are you really as "bad" as your shirt says you are?" he breathed huskily into the Saiyan's ear.

Vegeta turned emitting a low snarl. "That is none of your fucking business! Now get your hand off my shoulder before I rip your blasted arm off!"

Bruce backed off immediately, raising his hands in front of him in a helpless stance. "Sorry man, you need your space that's cool. I just really like your shirt. It's very unique, where did you get it?"

Vegeta sighed heavily, "It was given to me by a blue-haired woman." He studied his beer bottle. He hoped this bizarre man would take the hint and leave. No such luck.

The man again leaned into Vegeta's personal space. "Not your girlfriend, I hope. I couldn't handle such competition. I'm the jealous type," he smiled wickedly.

Vegeta had heard enough. "What is your damn problem? I don't want to talk to you and I could care less what type of weakling you are. Get… the… Hell… away from me!"

The man liked a good game of "cat and mouse," plus his drunken state was obviously clouding his judgment. He continued to try to engage Vegeta in a conversation.

"Hey! No need to get so testy. You have a great build. Where do you work out and what kind of a genius trains you?"

Arrogance was something that came natural to Vegeta and as irritated as he was by this pesky man, he couldn't resist the opportunity to brag about himself.

"I train using my own techniques and methods, my only goal in life is to become the strongest being in the Universe," he said to the very impressed stranger.

The man nodded as his gaze lingered over the Saiyan's wonderfully hard and compact body. "I'd say you're doing a Hell of a job". His eyes stared longingly at Vegeta's lower backside. "You've got the tightest ass in all of West City."

He punctuated this fact by cupping Vegeta's right butt cheek in his hand and giving a sharp squeeze. "Do you want to dance? Or maybe we could go someplace more quiet?" he suggested.

Vegeta's mouth dropped in horror. He spun quickly out of the taller man's grasp, and grabbed him conveniently by the throat and pinning him to the bar.

"What are you implying?" he roared at the man. Vegeta scanned the bar and its inhabitants. Sure enough, the dance floor was crowded with men dancing with men. There were a few women in the bar, but they looked nothing like the females Vegeta was accustomed to and they had segregated themselves into small groups consisting only of other women.

The man in Vegeta's grasp squirmed out of the smaller man's now loosened death grip. His fierce movements had drawn the attention of all of those around the two and most were glaring suspiciously at Vegeta.

The taller man lifted himself from the bar while massaging his neck. He backed away a few steps and sputtered, "Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. But you're sitting here in a gay singles bar wearing that flaming pink shirt, I just thought…"

He never had a chance to finish as he faltered at the sight of Vegeta's menacing approach. The Saiyan raised an out-stretched hand at the bewildered stranger. "Well, you thought wrong," hissed Vegeta. He had every intention of killing the man with a single blast, but then thought better of it, too many witnesses.

He lowered his threatening arm and began to push his way out of the bar. On his way out another man stopped him. He tucked a slip of paper into Vegeta's shirt pocket. "Call me when you decide to 'come out'. I'm really into the rough stuff."

The Saiyan shoved this man out of his path too, as he hastily retreated to the exit. He stormed out into the cool night air and removed the paper from his pocket. He tore the slip of paper into a million tiny pieces and muttered angrily under his breath.

His ass had been violated several more times with pinches and playful slaps before he was free and Vegeta was royally pissed. He shot a small blast at the ripped up paper scraps and watched in satisfaction as they burned to a crisp on the sidewalk.

"That was a fucking disaster," he growled. Vegeta created as much distance as possible from the doorway of the singles bar. He knew he would not show any further restraint to the next unsuspecting idiot who tried to fondle his superior back- side. He was unfamiliar with the terms "homophobe" and "hate crimes", but knew enough of the Earthling laws to know serious trouble would ensue if he took his violent temper out on a much weaker gay man.

Vegeta was no stranger to male couplings. He had after all, lived amongst Frieza's army for most of his life. There were many alien races that consisted of only one gender that mated and reproduced with their own due to genetics. Vegeta was fine with this.

And of course there were men who slept with other men due to sexual preferences or necessity of a long purging mission. Vegeta was fine with this too as long as they left him alone. There had never been a male warrior stupid or fearless to approach Vegeta for sex.

He had made it clear at a very early age that if and when he needed to bed someone, it would be with a female. Nothing was more appealing to him, than the scent and sight of a sexually aroused beautiful naked girl.

Vegeta had little use for women. He found them weak, annoying and the whole idea of settling down and forming a family had never been on his agenda. And since most women wanted this at one time or another, he preferred to keep them at arms length, until his body needed the release of a good fuck-fest.

His body was telling him it was time once again, and the absence of a willing female body was frustrating beyond belief. "Where are the young Earthling females?" he wondered to himself.

His question was soon answered as a small group of pretty girls giggled there way past him. He watched them enter a bar that was blasting some loud obnoxious dance music and flashing disco lights. He sighed following them inside, "This is going to be a very long night."

A/N: Whew. That was a hard chapter to write. My first draft came off as sounding too cruel and stereotypical. I just wanted to convey Vegeta's ignorance at the Earthling dating scene. I didn't want my favorite Saiyan to come off as an ass-hole, but I also felt he wouldn't appreciate any male advances either.

Anyways, Reese, you guessed right! Good job!

Thanks to everyone who has been reading. This has been really fun to write, I hope you all continue to follow Vegeta's journey to finding the love of his life, Bulma. (I wanted to say me, but thought that would sound too strange considering he is an anime character after-all) J