Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyajins Return ❯ Breakfast: Not Everyone Wants to Wear Spandex! ( Chapter 6 )

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Where'd Winged Revenge go!! Ku, you scared her off!

Ku: Oh I did NOT! Just read already…

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The sun shone weakly through heavy navy drapes, doing its best to bring a little enjoyment to the occupants of Chikyuu-sei; yet there were several people who were so absorbed in a rather embarrassing conversation, they wouldn't have noticed if their house had suddenly caught fire.

"WHAT?!"

"You heard me. Are you two lovers or not?" Vejita growled, annoyed.

Raife stared at his Prince, quite unsure of how his innocent question a few moments ago of "what are you doing here", had turned into an interrogation of his sexual relationship with his sister. "Ouji-sama, where did you get the idea that Ku-chan and I were lovers?" he asked, extremely confused.

Vejita opened his mouth but paused at the younger male's look utter incomprehension. Maybe…he hadn't heard correctly.

"Ray-chi and I aren't lovers. Never have been and never will be."

The Prince finally looked at the female, standing to the left of and slightly behind her brother. Her expression was relatively impassive, a slight curve of her mouth the only indication of her true feelings about the conversation. Vejita's surety of the situation, which had only moments ago been rock solid, was now severely shaken. "Look, if you don't believe me, just sniff around a bit. There isn't a hint of sex, or even decent arousal in the room," she stated matter-of-factly. Kurai stepped aside, invitation for the elder the act on her instructions. The Prince grunted and walked past them into the middle of their room.

Vejita glanced to the left through the partially bathroom door, noticing a discarded towel on the floor, and to the right of the room, the unmade bed. He flared his nostrils and inhaled deeply, searching for any hint of consummation. The only scents he received were clean bodies, polished metal (which he was uncertain of how that got in the room), and the siblings' own unique aromas, which we took a few extra moments to study.

Raife's was a strong, heated scent that gave off a light tang, almost like musk, only not as thick. Kurai's was a lighter a scent but still strong. It was akin to cinnamon. But something hidden under hers made Vejita's eyebrows twitch down. It was a hot, sort of acidic smell that made his sensitive nose twitch with the wrongness of it being in the room; even more so in the fact that it was part of the girl's scent, an undercurrent of it.

"Find anything interesting?" Kurai asked, slightly annoyed.

The Saiyajin no Oujin grunted and looked at his two young subjects. "No." He retreated back through the doorway and into the hall.

"Ouji-sama?"

Vejita paused. "What."

Raife fidgeted nervously. "Are you upset with us? Because Kurai and I sleep in the same bed?"

The flame-haired royal turned, his scowl firmly in place. "No, I just wanted to know. I could really care less. We're a pack species, it's only natural to want to sleep in groups."

"And if we were lovers?" the little female asked. "What would you've done?"

Ku-chan!

Shut up, it's a perfectly reasonable question.

The Prince was silent a moment, his face becoming void of emotion. "I wouldn't have done anything. It wasn't unheard of on Vejita-sei for siblings to become lovers, and in some cases, even mates." His scowl returned. "Now come. The onna's mother has made breakfast and you're making me miss it."

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Breakfast was a relatively uneventful meal. Goku was still eating when the trio had entered and Vejita had immediately sat down and begun his own rapid consumption of the meal. Trunks and Goten, having already finished, decided to pick up where they had left off yesterday and began to try and capture the new girl's tail as it swung lazily behind her chair. Hurried introductions were made between Gohan and the siblings when the young demi asked about them.

Bulma, once she realized that her guests were wearing their same clothes from the day before, if a bit more wrinkled, told them she'd take them out after breakfast to shop. Vejita choked on his pancakes at hearing this, Goku hitting his back a few times to help him get it down.

"Onna! I refuse to allow you to subject them to such torture!" was his response one he'd managed to swallow.

The blue-haired scientist almost matched her ex-lover's scowl. "Vejita, what are they going to wear after you take them out for you training sessions? Because I know that's what you're planning on doing. Not everyone wants to wear spandex!" Goku opened his at this (thankfully devoid of food). "Or traffic-cone-orange gis!" Bulma said before he could speak. The earth-raised Saiyajin blushed and bowed his head, mumbling about how he didn't wear those a lot anymore.

Vejita growled, but relented, seeing the point the ningen woman made. He just hoped the two wouldn't come back completely traumatized.

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Thick-soled boots, worn and scuffed by time and wear, thudded on the white tiled floor in heavy, even strides. Their echo rang dully up and down the white, well-lit hallway. The shoe's occupant ignored all the stainless-steal doors that lined his bland, endless walk. Having been her many times before, he knew exactly where he was going. It only took another few minutes to reach his destination.

He stood before the door's dull reflective surface, identical to all the others. But it wasn't the outside that was important. He knocked twice. Before the deep, rapping echo had a chance to fade, he grasped the cold, round metal knob and pulled, meeting no resistance. For you see, though the door seemed identical to all the others, it had one fundamental difference. While the others were designed to keep people out, this one was built to keep things in.

Inside, almost all available space was devoted to computers and other technologies. The room wasn't as well-lit as the hall, the occupants having no desire for such harsh light. At the center sat a stainless-steal operating table, complete with restraints at either end. The fact that nothing was struggling within the confines of those shackles seemed almost a sacrilege to him. Something had almost always been strapped down and fighting for its life whenever he had entered the room before. The subjects always struggled in the beginning.

"What is it?"

He was pulled from his reverie by the smooth, youthful voice. A young man stood staring at him from the far side of the room beside a luminous computer monitor. His eyes were hidden in the glare of the lights that were reflected off of his oval glasses, perched on the bridge of his prominent hooked nose.

"Well?" The youthful tenor took on an edge of deadly annoyance.

"Sir." The man dipped his head in apology. "We just received the package a little over an hour ago. The De-Tox squad has deemed it harmless and is sending it up as we speak."

The youth grunted. "I shall determine if it is harmless or not. Those brainless toadies better not have damaged it with their manhandling."

"I'm sure they've taken the utmost care with it sir."

The bespectacled young man grunted again and turned to stare out the glass window behind him at the room adjacent to the one he now stood in.

The other man knew this as his cue to leave and did so in almost perfect silence, pushing the door shut. The youth was left alone again, the only noise being the gentle hum of the CPUs and monitoring systems. But even that was lost to him as he bathed in the screams of past subjects he had had within the confines of the room beyond, a smile gracing his thin lips. "I wonder what's for breakfast…" he mused out loud.

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A/N: Yup, it's short.

Kurai: Why is that?

Cuz the next chapter's gonna be more humor and I didn't want to spoil it. Besides, I worked on this one. I guess you could call it more of an interlude chapter.

Kurai: It's really short.

I KNOW!! I'M SORRY! The next one will be another long one probably. Give me a break, I'm trying to introduce the plot at good times.

Kurai: That with the glasses-

SHUT UP!! Care to guess what the `package' is??

Kurai: Please review!! And if you guess the right pairing(s) you get our special picture, mentioned in the last chapter's A/N! Come on, anyone wanna take a crack at it??

Later DAyz & TAnx!! ^_^

-Gemi & Kurai