Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Making Breakfast ❯ Chapter 1

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

~ Kiya Sama ~ [1]masque83@hotmail.com

Warnings: Baaaaad cooking. No yaoi or anything....sorry >_<;;

Pairings: Vegeta/Goku

Disclaimers: Do not own, so please do not sue

~ denotes thoughts

MAKING BREAKFAST:

The early morning sun filtered its rays through the pulled down
blinds, casting a faint orange glow on the two sleeping men. Limbs and
legs tangled up within silken sheets, as a body stirred restlessly,
pulling the blankets over spiky locks and mumbling incoherently
beneath his breath. Of course pulling the warm covers exposed the
other and they were forcefully yanked back with a curse, as he tried
to reclaim the stolen sheets.

"Kuso...Vegeta...you are taking up the whole blanket..." the taller
man grumbled, trying to steal the sheets again.

"I don't think so, Kakkarrot!" came the muffled reply beneath the
covers. "You need to get up. It is your turn to make the breakfast
today."

Goku blinked for several seconds, allowing the words to sink in.
Chikuso! How could it be his turn already? Why yesterday....Oh,
yeah....Vegeta made waffles yesterday. Sighing in defeat, Goku yawned
and stretched stiff muscles as he tried to figure out a way to get out
of the blasted sheets. Kicking and mumbling under his breath, he
finally landed flat on his face on the carpeted floor, making his mate
chuckle lightly.

"You should laugh..." Goku frowned, picking himself up and stumbling
blindly to the bathroom.

Clad only in black boxers, he finished his business, brushed his teeth
and washed the sleep away from his eyes, before trudging wearily down
the stairs. Vegeta and himself now lived together in one of the many
condos that graced the Capsule Corporation compounds. Smiling softly,
Goku remembered the day they had decided to move in together, or
rather, the day Vegeta had demanded he move in with him. The prince
had stomped over to Goku's small countryside home and had ordered
Kakkarrot to pack his stuff, saying that he needed a sparring partner
and couldn't waste his time flying back and forth to contact the
taller man. Goku had nearly laughed at the excuse, but he had indulged
the smaller saiyan and had decided to move in, to the confusion of his
family, especially Chi-chi, who had finally agreed with the new
arrangements, on the grounds that she be compensated financially,
every month.

Goku opened the large refrigerator and ransacked its contents looking
for something, anything to make. He thought that Vegeta would have
figured out by now that cooking wasn't his forte. They had made
arrangements on the meal thing. Every other day was set-aside for each
man to display his culinary skills. Vegeta somehow managed to make his
own days seem easy. Either the man had been a professional cook on his
former home planet of Vegetasei, or he was just gifted, Goku would
never know. What he did know was that, whenever Vegeta cooked, it was
always a sight to behold. The meals tasted wonderful and the kitchen
always seemed to remain spotless, after all the food that was
presented. However, what Goku didn't know, was that Vegeta always made
sure he bought the breakfast or any other meal for that matter, from a
nearby café, very early, without the taller man's knowledge. And so it
was always set before Goku could get down.

"I guess I will have to make something simple." He finally mumbled,
looking in dismay at the ingredients he had set out on the counter.
Eggs...about ten cartons, Bacon....a huge slab of it, Ham....two huge
ones stood to side...and the largest bag of pancake mix ever seen....
(Thank Kami for Capsule Corp. discount cards). Finally, clapping his
hands together, he announced loudly,

"Alrighty, then! Time to make breakfast!!"

Vegeta's brows drew together in a confused frown. Raising his head
from beneath the soft comforts of the blankets, he sniffed the air.
Yep! There it was again. That sickening, burning smell.

~ Grrr...Kakkarrot. Can't you do anything right? ~

Slipping out of the sheets in a hurry, also clad in black boxers, he
stormed out of the room, racing towards the kitchen, before it became
too late.

Goku waved the napkin feverishly over the smoking burner. All he had
tried to do was boil some water to get the eggs ready and now
this....apparently he had set the burner too high and all the eggs
were now a nice sienna colored waste.

So he had decided to make pancakes. Problem was, he couldn't read the
directions very well and he had had to rely on the pictures on the
pancake mix box. Pouring the mix in was easy enough, but he couldn't
figure out what it meant by adding the eggs in. So all he had done was
toss in the decent looking ones, shells and all, and had mixed it into
the dough, adding a generous amount of sugar and milk and thereby
creating a very gigantic and sticky mess.

"KAKKARROT! What do you think you are doing?" Vegeta screamed in
panic, as he saw the burner flare up again with a small fire.

Goku turned a flour-stained face to his companion and grinned
sheepishly, still trying to put down the flames. " I am sorry,
Vegeta...I told you I couldn't do this."

Vegeta rushed to his side, yanking a nearby napkin as he began beating
down the flames as well. Five frantic minutes later, the flames died
out and Vegeta rested his hands on the counter, taking in deep breaths
and counting slowly to ten. Goku stood nearby, twiddling thumbs and
feeling very, very foolish.

"What am I going to do with you, Kakkarrot?" Vegeta asked, sliding a
wary glance to the taller man.

"Ummm...." Goku began. "I am really, really sorry, Vegeta. I did say I
wasn't that good at this cooking stuff." Another awkward silence fell,
before Goku blurted out, "I know! Why don't you do it, Vegeta! I mean
you are great at cooking, so you can manage it, right? And I
promise...I will make it up to you. Pleeeeeeeeeeeease!!" He begged,
turning on the mega-charm.

Vegeta felt his face pale. Good lord, no! How could he tell Kakkarrot
that he couldn't cook either? All this time, the other man had
believed in his culinary abilities and he couldn't even boil water. ~
Chikuso! We could always eat cereal...~

"Alright, Kakkarrott. Hand me the thing over there..." he said,
pointing towards the bacon, not really sure about what he was supposed
to do with it, but heck! He was the Prince and no job was too
difficult for him.

Goku handed over the bacon, leaning into Vegeta eagerly, as he watched
the man turn the packet over and over again in his hands. After five
minutes of this, Goku raised eyebrows and dared to ask the scowling
man,

"Umm...Vegeta?"

"What?!" Vegeta snapped, getting agitated at the close inspection that
he was receiving and the obvious cluelessness he was projecting.

"Are you looking for the instructions?" Goku asked, trying to hide a
grin.

"I do not need to look for any instructions, Kakkarrot! I can read,
you know!"

"Okay." Goku smiled and then leaned against the counters again,
staring at the smaller man with growing amusement.

Vegeta felt his face grow hot. Of course, he should have read the
directions. Seeing the tiny writing, he read them silently to himself.
~ Hn. doesn't look that difficult. Just toss them on the frying pan
and that's it! ~ "Hand me a frying pan, Kakkarrot!" he barked.

Goku passed it over silently, watching as Vegeta began trying to light
the burner. After switching and fiddling with the switches for several
agonizing minutes, he jumped up a bit, startled at the flash of blue,
which signaled that the burner was indeed on. Giving a small smile at
his accomplishment, he placed the pan on the fire. Turning to the
other man, he crowed smugly, "That's all you had to do, Kakkarrot.
Just put the pan on the stove and then fry the blasted whatever the
heck this thing is called."

"Bacon."

"Yeah...whatever."

Both men fell silent as they watched the pan sizzle....with nothing in
it. Goku watched as a thin line of smoke began rising out of the pan
and clearing his throat again, he dared to ask the temperamental
Prince.

"Aahh...Vegeta. I think the pan is hot enough now. You might want to
put in the bacon."

"Gee...Kakkarrot, if you knew so much about cooking, why the hell
didn't you do it then?!"

"Sorry...I will shut up now." Goku raised his hands in apology and
then resumed his position amongst the white counters.

Vegeta began cutting out the strips of meat and then gingerly placed
them into the sizzling pan, watching in awe as they shriveled up and
browned almost immediately. Filling the pan with the long strips, he
replaced the half-empty bag and rubbed his hands in satisfaction.
Smiling broadly at his partner, he said cheerfully,

"Why don't you watch the bacon? I will get started on the coffee or
something."

Receiving a nod from Goku, Vegeta spun around and began opening
cupboards looking for where his former mate, Bulma, could possibly
have left the damned drink. She had come in last week and had made the
dark, bitter-tasting liquid, which Vegeta felt he could do on his own.
It had looked easy enough. Finally finding the bags of ground coffee
beans, he took them over to the coffee machine and stared blankly at
the black object.

~ Okay, now....think, Vegeta....how did that Onna make this blasted
thing? This would teach me to pay more attention. ~

Holding the handle to the kettle, he pulled it out and placed the dry
bags straight into the container, shoving it right back into its
compartment. Taking the entire contraption to the sink, he filled up
the slight opening with water and set it back on the table, waiting
patiently for the black drink to brew. Five minutes later and nothing
doing, he scowled in growing anger and impatience and was just about
to blast the whole thing to pieces, when he noticed that the cord was
not plugged into the wall. Sighing in disbelief at how dumb he was
being, he yanked the black rope and began searching for an electrical
outlet. Unfortunately, the closest one was next to Goku, who at the
moment was having a very hard time trying to remove the now burnt and
crispy bacon strips away from the bottom of the frying pan. Plugging
the coffee machine quickly into the outlet, he rushed back to the
other man's side.

"Chikuso! Kakkarrot! What are you doing, now?!!" Vegeta yelled,
putting on the vent as he tried to see through the growing haze in the
smoky kitchen.

"Sorry, Vegeta...It's just that..." POP!!

The loud sound startled both men as they swiveled around to face a
very jittery coffee machine. The kettle had somehow managed to detach
itself away from the machine itself and now it was spilling its murky
contents all over the kitchen counter and onto the floor. Sparks flew
off the electrical outlet, as Vegeta realized that there were too many
things already plugged in there as well.

"Kami! Look out, Vegeta!! It's gonna blow!!" Goku screamed out in
warning, before a very loud BANG rang out across the Capsule
Corporation grounds.

Fifteen minutes later, two very exhausted, smoky and dishelved Saiyans
were sitting on the kitchen floor, propped against one of the
cupboards, as they stared at the charred remains of what used to be a
spotless kitchen.

"You didn't have to final flash the coffee machine, Vegeta." Goku said
wearily, shutting his eyes and leaning his head against the wooden
doors.

"This was supposed to be your breakfast, Kakkarrot! Every time you do
something, it always turns into a war zone!" Vegeta snapped in
irritation.

"I said I was sorry!" Goku snapped back in return.

"Whatever you say, Kakkarrot..."

Silence fell as the two men contemplated the damage done. Finally,

"I have a confession to make......" Vegeta mumbled softly, staring at
one charred wall.

"What is it?"

"I...I...I....Kuso! I cannot cook, Kakkarrot!" Vegeta said quickly,
feeling his face grow hot in embarrassment.

Goku remained silent for a few minutes, before saying, "Yeah...I kinda
figured that much out myself, with your...umm...skills....this
morning." He turned around to grin sheepishly at the now scowling
Vegeta. Snorting in reply, he turned his face away.

"Sooo...if you can't cook...how do you get all those meals to the
table, every time?" Goku asked, raising eyebrows in question.

Vegeta grinned and pointed to the cordless phone that had somehow
managed to survive through the destruction.

"The Tasty Menu Restaurant. I have it on speed dial." Vegeta crowed
triumphantly.

Goku stared open-mouthed at his mate. "Why, you little devil!" He
finally blurted out, grinning in response.

"I never did say we couldn't eat out, you know." Vegeta said, smirking
lightly, as he jumped to his feet.

"Is that so?" Goku replied, standing up as well, as he pulled the
smaller man into his arms. Leaning forward to brush his lips against
the sugar coated ones before him, he moaned softly, whispering into
Vegeta's ears,

"Race you to the bathroom, koi. And when we are done, we can go `out'
and eat and then you can help me redecorate the kitchen."

Giving Vegeta one more breathless kiss, he raced out of the kitchen,
leaving the smaller man still frozen in place. Finally snapping out of
his daze, Vegeta growled in annoyance,

"Hey!! Kakkarrot! I am not doing any stupid race with you and I sure
as hell am not going to help you redecorate anything!! I am your
Prince, dammit!! And I do not redecorate!! And you cheated too!!"

And continuing with his endless tirade, he stomped upstairs to the
showers and his waiting mate.

THE END.

References

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