Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 15 ( Chapter 15 )

 

Hello, LadyKATT! How are you? Any good changes? I really hope so!

 

Hello, NewFan! Well, what concerns Kamala becoming troublesome without meaning to… I won't say anything just yet, but I suppose after this chapter you'll understand why Vegeta is reacting to everything like that - it's not only “mood swings”.

 

Well, the clothes still are going to figure in this chapter.

 

Now about “Tryst”. So, it demonstrates a previous unseen versatility? I am not sure to be sad or happy, hhahaha

 

Yes, “Tryst” was supposed to surprise. And I'm glad it did. Actually I got several reviews that told it was like “The 6th Sense” (don't know if you ever saw that movie, but if you don't - watch it). Heh, it amazes me how I didn't understand that I took the similar path. Only after getting the first review, I saw it and went: “Oh, that's right.”

 

“Tryst” leaves much space for various interpretations. Mirai killing himself... It's only clear that his relationship with Gohan brought him to this, but how it happened, what finally tipped the glass over... Yep, it's clear Gohan and Mirai's relationship had been a secret, but it's not exactly clear how it evolved (well, I mentioned that it started when Trunks noticed Gohan giving him "hot glances") or how long it lasted. But sure, it had lasted long enough to bring Trunks to this.

Yeah, the clues were here, but they became clear only in the cemetery, after realizing that Mirai is dead.

 

Well made tragic is good. Ever saw “Ai no Kusabi”? A beautiful movie. I still cry when I watch it, though I saw it about ten times.

 

I'm not sure if you know but actually I have another One Shot that I wrote several years ago. I didn't post it on this site. It's nothing special, so I posted it only on several places. Well, if you wanted, you can find it on Fanfiction.net or adultfanfiction.net. It's called “Gods and Reality”. It's short and is about Vegeta.

 

Hello, RowinaDequina16! Glad you liked my works (actually Tryst isn't as big surprise as you think. Try reading my Lucid). Thanks for the reviews.

 

Yes, Playing Home is about peace. More or less, anyway. It's about simple domestic life, about being together and the developing of the relationship, exactly as you told.

 

The fic takes on as much drama elements as comedy elements, too.

 

They were in the living room. And they were on the sofa, which later, for some unknown reason or lapsus, I called a bed.

 

Oh, how you are right about Kamala! I think already this chapter will show a bit more of that. But later things are going to get really tricky.

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I'm not making any money.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Goku/Vegeta.

 

Playing Home by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by achillona

 

Part 15

 

After Goku and Vegeta decided to give most of the clothes to Kamala and Raaven, they went to have breakfast.

 

Goku watched Vegeta eat a banana. “I don't want to be pain in the ass, but how did you and Bulma…you know…get together?”

 

Vegeta gave Goku a long, steady look. He finished his banana. “Why the hell do you want to know that?”

 

“I'm just interested. She's a woman, besides being blue-haired, blue-eyed…” Goku scratched his head after grasping that Chichi wasn't a man either.

 

“After one drinks two liters of Vodka strange things can happen…”

 

Goku spluttered. “W-what?” He sipped his tea then. “It seems to be very interesting. Tell me everything.”

 

“You are so annoying,” Vegeta stabbed his sandwich with a fork.

 

“Please?” Goku smiled.

 

Vegeta sighed heavily. He knew there was no escape. If Kakarott wanted something badly enough, he would get it. Better now than later. “Well,” he started, “as you know, I was a little angry when you didn't return to Earth after Frieza. But then things turned out to be more or less…not too unpleasant: I had the Gravity Room and a person who always fixed it. Well, sometimes, when I blasted the Gravity Room, she also fixed me.”

 

Vegeta thought a moment. “I didn't like her too much, but she is damn clever. Soon she knew what I liked and what I disliked and sometimes drove me mad while abusing that knowledge of hers. We spent hours and hours of shouting and yelling at each other. I think it was some kind of sport for us both… When I come to think about it…we were the only ones that we had around. And when Yamcha washed his hands of her…

 

“Anyway, I couldn't kill her because I needed the GR. I could have used her father, but he just freaked me out - he's as much the same as his stupid wife. After I threatened to kill him he asked me to wait for an hour until he finished some project. I doubt he was joking. And thus left me with the Woman. And shouting. And cursing. I became accustomed and learned many useful words such as: fucker, asshole, dick, dumbass and etc,” he glared at Goku. “It's not funny. It's sad.”

 

“Uh-huh,” Goku nodded, smiling.

 

“Well, after a year we began to talk to each other. “Sometimes it ended with more bitching and yelling. I think it was only because of an old die-hard habit.”

 

“What did you talk about?”

 

“Usually I talked about how I hated you and how I'd kill you. I also talked about Frieza. She talked about Yamcha. I don't think that either of us heard what other said, but at least we had a reason to talk. Besides, I didn't like Yamcha at all and liked to hear what a lousy boyfriend he was, and she hated Frieza, so it wasn't too bad. But when it came to you, we usually ended up screaming at each other.

 

“Anyway, so the time went. One day I was training in my GR as usual, and suddenly the power was gone. I was a bit angry and went to her to explain some things. I found her outside the GR, all cried out and with a swollen, teary face. I thought someone beat her so I asked who did it. I planned to wring the bastard's neck and calmly proceed with my training. I felt a bit angrier after it appeared that no one beat her; she told me she cried because Yamcha cheated on her once again. She shut down the GR just to talk to me!

 

“I offered for her to kill herself. She didn't agree. Then I offered for her to get drunk and drive somewhere into mountains. I was very content after she ran somewhere. But I didn't expect to find her in my GR with two bottles of Vodka. She had three lemons and salt. Well, I ate the lemons, though I didn't like them much. I threw the salt away,” Vegeta glared at Goku after that one started laughing. “How the fuck I should have known what to do with them?!”

 

“Sorry.”

 

“So she was crying and wailing and the only way to shut her up seemed to do as she wanted. Anyway, it looked similar to water. I drank half of the bottle in one gulp. Yep, it wasn't water. I badly regretted having eaten those lemons. I could hardly see through my watered eyes, but she also drank, so I refused the thought about poisoning.

 

“Ten minutes later, I was also crying. Though, I hardly had any idea why - either because the woman said that she paid too much for her socks or because my life was so miserable.

 

“So we cried and drank. Next morning I woke up with a huge hangover and the Woman underneath me. I panicked slightly. She panicked a lot more.”

 

Goku waited for Vegeta to continue, but Vegeta took a sandwich in his hands.

 

“And?” Goku asked.

 

Vegeta gave him a surprised look. “That's all. She was pregnant.”

 

“No, I want to hear everything,” Goku pouted.

 

Vegeta put the sandwich back onto the plate. “Well, I had seen all those advertisements on TV about family planning, about pills, about pregnancy and stuff, and she seemed to be a clever woman, so I was guaranteed that everything was alright. I was shocked to hear the opposite. Though, I somewhat liked and respected her, I never really thought about fucking her, and now I was going to have a child with her. I don't know how, but I managed to put the blame on you for that. I was furious and went after you. I almost got myself killed, but eventually I reached Super Saiyan, and the rest you know.”

 

“Why did you marry her?”

 

“Well, we had a child, she supplied me with food and sex, so why not? She said something about her public image, and as for me it didn't matter…”

 

“Hmm…” Goku squirmed. “Did you do that a lot?”

 

“Fucking?”

 

“Yeah,” Goku blushed.

 

“Three times a year. She isn't exactly my taste.”

 

“What?” Goku blinked. “Wait…your cycle is three times a year…”

 

“Obvious,” Vegeta shrugged.

 

While finishing his meal, Goku pondered more on what Vegeta told him, then went to pack the clothes that he was going to take to Kamala and Raaven.

 

They found Kamala and Raaven in their house, in the kitchen. Raaven was cooking something, and Kamala was trying to fix the tap.

 

“Hi,” Goku greeted.

 

“Hi,” Kamala turned to him. “Prince Vegeta,” he nodded to Vegeta then again turned to Goku. “Do you know anything about taps or how to fix them?”

 

Goku peered under the sink. “Not really. I can try, though. What's broken?”

 

Kamala gave a sheepish smile. “Have no idea. It simply leaks everywhere; I had to turn off the water for the whole house.”

 

“Maybe there's a hole in the pipe,” Goku peered more closely, his tail swishing in the air, almost hitting Kamala in the face. Kamala stepped back and sat up on the chair, watching Goku's back while that one tumbled under the sink.

 

Vegeta sat up, too, his eyes fixed on Kamala's face.

 

“Found it!” Goku happily announced.

 

“What did you find?” Vegeta sighed.

 

“A hole!”

 

Vegeta saw Kamala blink then quickly and lower his eyes from Goku's back. Vegeta felt an angry growl rising up in his throat.

 

“Where is it?” Vegeta got up and swatted Goku away from the sink. “Yes, I see it,” he nodded after Goku pointed. “They'll need some duck tape and plumbers putty.”

 

“Your Highness knows how to fix pipes?” Kamala asked, surprised.

 

“I know more than that…” Vegeta gave a knowing glare to Kamala, whose face went blank.

 

“I could buy some and bring it tomorrow,” Goku suggested to Kamala.

 

“That would be very nice,” Kamala nodded.

 

“A nice lady and I went shopping yesterday,” Goku sat up at the table. He put the bags on it. “Today I realized that I don't like many of these clothes.” Goku turned to Raaven.” I think they'd be good for Raaven,” he turned back. “Though, you are even bigger than me.”

 

“Is this some kind of charity?” Kamala bristled up.

 

“Well…not exactly. I don't really like them. Well, not that I don't like them - I just don't wear such things. I'll have to take them back if you don't take them.”

 

“He isn't lying,” Vegeta confirmed.

 

“Well…” Kamala faltered. “Raaven, come here,” he motioned for his mate then took the bags from the table. “Go though them and take what you like. I'll watch over dinner.”

 

Raaven nodded and disappeared in the doorway. Kamala took the position next to the stove, a spoon in his hand.

 

“I'll definitely burn it,” he stared at the spoon. “Who cooks in your pair?” he then turned to the other two Saiyans.

 

Vegeta blinked.

 

Goku shrugged. “Well, usually it's me. But now Vegeta wants to learn how to make pancakes,” he grinned at Vegeta. “He asked me to teach him.”

 

Vegeta gave a discontent growl. Goku laughed at him and gave a quick peck on his left cheek.

 

Kamala lowered his eyes to the floor, his tail swishing behind him.

 

“Oh fuck!” Kamala suddenly shouted, jumping back from the stove.

 

“Gods!” Goku grabbed Kamala by his burning tail to extinguish the fire which made Kamala yelp and land on his side. Goku stuck the tip of Kamala's tail into the glass with apple juice. He then pulled Kamala up. “Well, I think you'll live,” Goku smiled at him. “But you really are a lousy cook,” he soothed Kamala's twitching tail. “It's nothing; you won't even see it…” Goku brushed over the rich, dark fur again.

 

“Kakarott, let go of him,” Vegeta's tone was icy.

 

Goku quickly let go of Kamala's tail. He flustered.

 

“Thanks,” Kamala blushed.

 

“Sorry, I kind of thought it was an emergency…”

 

“And a big one,” Kamala nodded. “Thanks.”

 

Goku laughed then went to the stove. “I think I'll watch over it, or you might kill yourself…” Goku stirred the pot. “I heard you picked up some new words…”

 

Kamala flushed red again. “It's that woman - Bulma… She says that all the time…”

 

“Tell me about it…” Vegeta rolled his eyes.

 

Goku chuckled. “Is everything okay with the pregnancy?” he asked then.

 

Kamala nodded. “Yeah. It's okay, he just has horrible mood-swings lately, but otherwise…”

 

“I heard he tried to kill you…” Vegeta innocently poked at the surface of the table.

 

Goku glared at Vegeta.

 

Kamala shifted uneasy. “He was frustrated for some reason. It was a very serious reason.”

 

“Are there enough animals for hunting?” Goku glared at Vegeta again, indicating for him to shut up. Goku noticed Kamala's chest fall in relief.

 

“Yes, there are,” Kamala nodded. “And there's a lake near here. Raaven likes fish.” Kamala turned to Raaven as that one entered the room. “Well?”

 

“They all are okay, except for this,” Raaven raised his hand with black leather outfit. “It's weird.”

 

“Vegeta…” Goku coughed.

 

Vegeta gave him an innocent look then turned to Raaven. “Take it - your mate will really appreciate it.”

 

Raaven looked at the turnout then shrugged and left the kitchen with it.

 

“Good, you saved me from the shops,” Goku nodded at Kamala.

 

As Goku and Vegeta were leaving they stopped in the doorway to bid farewells.

 

“And don't worry about that mate-killing-thing; Vegeta tried to kill me at least ten times…” Goku smiled, already putting his fingers to forehead before Vegeta would have said anything.

 

XXXXX

 

Next day Goku found some plumbers putty and ITed to the two Saiyans.

 

“Hi,” he greeted Raaven who spilled his glass in unexpectedness.

 

“Stop doing that,” Kamala's serious tone wafted from behind Goku. “You are scaring him.”

 

“Sorry,” Goku guiltily looked at Raaven.

 

“Never mind,” mumbled Raaven.

 

Goku turned to Kamala, revealing the item that he was holding in his hand. “Here, as promised.”

 

Kamala observed the proffered item. “How to use it then?”

 

Goku scratched his head. “Well, I suppose you have to remove the cap. Hmm…” he looked at the can in Kamala's hand. “There's a button. Most likely you have to press it and it will spray…”

 

Kamala observed Goku with a smile on his lips. “You don't know much about it either, do you?”

 

“Nope,” Goku chuckled, removing his hand from his spiky hair.

 

Kamala took away the cap, lowered the can and pushed on the wobbly part. “Well, you're right.” He nodded. “Can you show me that hole you found yesterday?”

 

“Sure,” Goku waited for Kamala to reach the sink and peer inside. He squeezed in beside Kamala. “Here it is,” he showed with his finger. “Can you see it?”

 

“Yes, I can,” Kamala nodded.

 

After they fixed the tap they went to spar. After several hours of sparring they went for a swim then sprawled on the shore.

 

“How is your tail?” Goku asked, while contently lying on the grass, only in his boxers, the sun warming his body.

 

Kamala laughed remembering the little accident he had. “There isn't a scratch. You saved it.”

 

Goku laughed too. “Good; it's a very beautiful tail.”

 

Kamala's cheeks reddened. “You think so?”

 

“Yeah,” Goku contentedly closed his eyes. “You're very handsome.”

 

Kamala squirmed while turning red like tomato. “Well, you're very handsome too…”

 

Goku chuckled. “Yep, and also very clumsy.”

 

“I don't think so,” Kamala protested.

 

“Of course you don't - I kick your ass every day,” Goku laughed again. “But ask Vegeta - he'll tell you that.”

 

“Is he very strong?”

 

“We are almost equal in power.”

 

“Oh.” Kamala's eyes widened, his face going to the usual color. “I didn't know…”

 

“Well, he was already pregnant when we found you and Raaven; he couldn't ascend.”

 

“I see…” Kamala shifted uneasy. “Do you love Prince Vegeta?”

 

Goku blinked in surprise. It seemed that not all Saiyans avoided talking about feelings as Vegeta had been implying the entire time. He turned to look at Kamala. “Of course, I do. Why would I have mated him otherwise?” he saw something flash in Kamala's eyes.

 

“Some mate without love,” Kamala turned his head away from Goku's eyes to the blue sky above his head.

 

“I didn't,” Goku leaned on his elbows. Not letting Kamala's face get out of his sight. “Kamala, is something wrong? You seem to be somehow…distant lately… If that's because of that mate-killing-thing, don't worry - Vegeta also has mood-swings. Never mind that he tried to kill me but now he's hard to handle.”

 

“Isn't he always?” Kamala watched a cloud above his head that reminded him of a pet he had 15 years ago.

 

“No, he isn't,” Goku's brows furrowed. “In spite of what you think about him, he's a very devoted and loving mate.” Goku sighed, as Kamala was silent. “You have problems with Raaven? Real problems?”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“Maybe I could help?” Goku gave Kamala a surprised look as that one burst out laughing.

 

“Sorry,” Kamala gave him an apologetic smile. “No, I don't think you can. We have to sort it out ourselves.”

 

“Alright,” Goku lay back on the soft grass.

 

“How did you meet?” Kamala asked, his eyes fixed on the blue sky.

 

“With Vegeta?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Goku smiled. “Oh, it was a good fight. I rarely have such good fights. He lost, though. My friend wanted to kill him, but I believed that Vegeta could use a chance,” Goku smiled again. “Well, he used it.”

 

Kamala now was turned to Goku, listening intently. He seemed to be surprised. “And this is how you met - tried to kill each other?”

 

Goku scratched his spiky head. “No, he tried to kill me; I just tried to stay alive.”

 

“Hmm… Usually we have a long memory for the stuff like this. I can bet that Prince Vegeta tried to kill you plenty of times after that. How did you end up mated?”

 

“A long story,” Goku sighed. “But you know that there's a thin line between love and hate. Only one tiny step. I think Vegeta didn't even notice when he crossed it.” Goku closed his eyes. “I knew a girl who said that destiny cannot be moved, one can't outsmart it - one can only postpone it, but even then it may catch you by surprise.”

 

“Fire Clan?” Kamala laughed.

 

“Yeah,” Goku chuckled. “Their princess.”

 

“They always babble about destiny and Gods,” Kamala smiled. “Though, in that case I have no idea why they think that it's their responsibility to help everyone.”

 

“They think that it's the Clan's destiny,” Goku laughed loudly. “Ahrae told me that in old times, when the Clan was young, some members started misusing the power they had. So, one clever queen told them that she had a vision sent by the Gods themselves about the Clan's place in the Universe. That was how it started: she structured the Clan, forbade any misuse of power.”

 

“The princess really told you that?” Kamala interested a great deal surprised.

 

Goku shrugged. “Well, Ahrae is a bit…well…open-minded?”

 

“If you say so…” Kamala smiled.

 

“I miss her,” Goku folded his hands on the grass under his head. “And Vegeta misses her. I think that also was destiny: he killed her sister, then she almost killed him, and then they became friends.”

 

“Interesting,” Kamala blinked.

 

“I want to revive her before our son is born,” Goku smiled. “I think she would like to see him.”

 

Kamala was silent for a moment. “I was very surprised to see that Prince Vegeta has a half-breed. Why didn't he kill him?”

 

“Wha-?” Goku gaped at Kamala.

 

A surprised Kamala looked at Goku. “Well, of course I noticed that he didn't give him “Vegeta's” name, but…well…the boy wouldn't have been allowed to live on Vegeta-sei… That was considered a disgrace. Before Frieza there were more species Saiyans were capable of breeding with, but now there's only Fire Clan and Humans left…”

 

Goku glared at him. “Why didn't you ask me why I let my sons live?!” he growled in anger.

 

Kamala slightly backed away, being worried about the situation he caused. “You're not Royalty, besides I don't think you'd touch your own blood…”

 

“Vegeta loves his son!” Goku snapped at Kamala. Now Goku realized why it was so hard for Vegeta to accept his son - it was considered a disgrace. But Vegeta's wish for comfort and family was much bigger than some rules.

 

“Alright, I just asked…” Kamala sat down farther from Goku.

 

“You always talk about him like he's a monster!” Goku hissed at him.

 

Kamala backed away even more. “No, I just…”

 

“Maybe he looks cold outside, but look into his eyes once!”

 

“Sorry, I di-“

 

“He loves his son, he loves Bulma, he loves me, he has many friends! And he even cares about you and Raaven!”

 

“I di-“

 

“How dare you say such things about him?!”

 

By this time Kamala's back was flattened against a tree, Goku standing opposite him, his fists clenched, tail lashing behind him in fury.

 

“Kakarott, what the hell are you doing?” Vegeta walked from behind Goku. He grabbed Goku's tail and in one jerk wrenched the angry Saiyan away from a scared Kamala. Goku yelped in pain and turned around. He rubbed his tail after Vegeta released it. He slowly descended.

 

“It hurts, you know…” Goku unhappily soothed his tail.

 

“It will hurt more!” Vegeta hissed. “What the fuck was going on here?! I thought someone attacked you! But no - you were just showing off! - Look at me I can turn Super Saiyan! And why does he look scared?!” he pointed at Kamala.

 

“Ummm…” Goku unhappily blinked at Vegeta's tirade. Then his eyes widened. “Wait a moment! You thought someone attacked me, and you came to save me? Vegeta! I told you plenty of times! - You are pregnant! Damn! How many times will I have to tell you that?!”

 

“Don't change the fucking topic!” Vegeta screamed back.

 

“You are not fighting while you're pregnant!”

 

“Don't order me around!” Vegeta pushed Goku in his chest, making Goku land with his butt on the grass.

 

“Vegeta, you can miscarry!” Goku yelled, his head raised at Vegeta.

 

“I'll miscarry, but you'll be alive!” Vegeta hissed back.

 

“You sit at home!” Goku growled. “You can do nothing while pregnant - you have no power!”

 

“Me? Sit at home?!” Vegeta spluttered. He leaned closer to Goku's face. “Who the hell do you think you are?! I'm the Prince of All Saiyans, not your domestic animal!”

 

“You are my mate! My pregnant mate!”

 

“Next time, it's you who'll be pregnant! And I'll fucking chain you to the fucking bed! I'll see how well you like that! And I won't fucking give you any sweets, you, sadistic bastard!” Now Vegeta was on his four, nose to nose to Goku. “You won't take a step from the house!” Vegeta's anger contorted face started to slowly get confused. Goku was silently staring at him, his face turning into a suspiciously happy one.

 

“You want another baby?” Goku grinned madly.

 

“What?” Vegeta blinked, absolutely confused.

 

“Oh, I'm so happy! We'll start as soon as our son is born!”

 

“We'll start what?” Vegeta carefully asked.

 

Goku blushed. “Well…trying for the baby…”

 

Vegeta fell down with his face on Goku's lap. “What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Talking. About?” Vegeta heavily exhaled his forehead still on Goku's knees.

 

“About the baby,” Goku grinned. “You said you want me to be pregnant. Oh, I'm so happy!”

 

“I didn't say that,” Vegeta quickly shook his head. “I really didn't say that.”

 

“Yes, you did. You also said that you will chain me to the bed,” Goku's face grew a bit worried. “Well, but you weren't serious about that part, were you?”

 

“I wasn't serious about that first part either…”

 

“Which first part was that?” Goku's voice grew worried.

 

“About you getting pregnant.”

 

“Oh,” Goku's head lowered.

 

Vegeta gazed at him silently then sighed, “Are you completely crazed? I have been pregnant only four months, and you already want another child? What the hell will we do with a bunch of screaming brats?”

 

“After a year then?”

 

“Oh Gods…” Vegeta groaned. “You what? - Some kind of children-loving-maniac? I hate kids!”

 

“You love Trunks.”

 

“Trunks is big; babies are small and shitty.”

 

“That's not nice.”

 

“But true. I hate babies - they scream, they shit and they scream, and then they shit some more.”

 

Now Goku was worried. “Vegeta, you are going to be nice to our baby, aren't you?”

 

“I'll try.”

 

“So after a year then?”

 

XXXXX

 

“When are we going for the Dragon Balls?” Yamcha asked. He was sitting in Goku and Vegeta's living room, his feet stretched on the table, a can of beer in his hand.

 

“”We”?” Vegeta kicked Yamcha's feet from the table. “I don't remember saying anything about you…” He gave a glare to Yamcha as that one wanted to put his feet back.

 

Yamcha pouted. “It's not fair! Why can Krillin go with you, and I can't?”

 

“Do you really want to know?” Vegeta smirked at Yamcha.

 

“You are a very nasty Saiyan,” Yamcha sipped his beer.

 

“I know,” Vegeta smirked again.

 

“Vegeta let him go, please. It will be fun,” Goku made puppy eyes at Vegeta. He doubted it would work, but he just had to try.

 

“No.”

 

Yamcha sighed. “Alright, I know it's hard for you…”

 

That got Vegeta's attention. “What's hard for me?” Vegeta leaned towards Yamcha, all his posture challenging.

 

“Umm…” Yamcha leaned away from Vegeta. “Well…you and I have never been big friends… I mean…”

 

“What?! Do you think I have some problems with that?! You think I'm afraid of you or would die from fear if in the same room with you?!”

 

“No, no, no… I…” Yamcha stuttered, seriously worried, but then he calmed down a bit after Goku gave him a wink.

 

“You asshole! How dare you?!” Vegeta's tail lashed, hitting Goku in the face. “It's a fucking challenge, isn't it?! If you're not here in three days, I'll fucking wring your neck!”

 

Goku stopped rubbing his nose and gave thumbs up for Yamcha. Yamcha shook his head in disbelief.

 

“You're refusing?!” Vegeta jumped to his feet.

 

Goku gave a surprised look at Yamcha.

 

“No, no, no,” Yamcha's hands quickly waved at him. “Of course I'll be here.”

 

“So get the fuck out and don't come back until Friday!” Vegeta hissed at Yamcha.

 

Yamcha didn't need to be told twice. He gave a quick goodbye-nod to Goku and disappeared down the corridor.

 

“Damn idiot! Who does he think he is?!” Vegeta was still fuming. He sat back down next to Goku. Goku caught his lashing tail and gently brushed the fur which had been puffed out from stressed emotions. He felt Vegeta shiver and after a while Vegeta relaxed completely, forgetting Yamcha and everything in the world.

 

“It's good that Yamcha is coming with us,” Goku smiled contently.

 

Vegeta was silent then his purr dispersed. He freed his tail from Goku's fingers. “I can't believe that,” he said. “Did I just politely invite him to come with us?”

 

“Yes,” Goku grinned down at Vegeta.

 

Vegeta groaned in disbelief, “I don't want him to go!”

 

Goku put his arm around Vegeta's shoulders. “Oh, c'mon, it will be fun. He'll stick to Krillin, anyway. Did you notice that while I'm with you, he never gets closer than 2 meters?” Goku brushed over Vegeta's thigh with his tail. He thinks you will attack him, if he gets too close.”

 

“That's very clever of him,” Vegeta pointed out.

 

“C'mon, you never touched Krillin or anyone.”

 

“Krillin is a damn monk with a cyborg-wife and six dots on his head. And who are those “anyone”? The Saiyans? They already have more problems than they need. And Yamcha is begging for trouble.”

 

“Why you don't have anything against Tien for example?”

 

“Should I?” Vegeta's voice rose.

 

Goku sighed.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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