Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyajins Return ❯ Sleepless in West City: Of Weasels and Jet Engines ( Chapter 9 )

A/N: Another chapter! Cuz I felt like it!

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And to Satan's WIddle Helper and Lullaby: You wanna know? Read. You'll find out. I refuse to reveal. (hentai smile)

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Vejita stalked out of the GR room late that evening after a failed attempt at drowning out the hormone induced activity in his brain. Tracking lights placed at the bottom edge of the wall only faintly lit the small hallway that connected the room with the rest of the house. Even if the hall were pitch black, the Saiyajin no Ouji would have been able to see almost perfectly. His footsteps were muted to an almost imperceptible level as he headed to the kitchen. If he couldn't even push himself to the point where he was too exhausted to think, he'd at least make the thoughts fuzzy.

The window above the sink allowed the pale moonlight to filter in, creating a maze of shadows along the tiled floor. Vejita headed strait to the counter, grasped the small clay `Tea' jar and lifted the lid. The key inside was deftly inserted into a high cupboard and a nearly full bottle of whiskey was procured from its shady innards. The Prince almost had the door shut when he paused and took a better look inside, obsidian eyes narrowed. He growled as he shut the door.

"Damn onna, taking one of my best vodkas!"

He settled down at the table with a quiet grumble and began to loose his thoughts in the thick, heady liquor.

Goku sat up in bed, a faint glimmer of anger being the only thing he could remember. He yawned and ran a hand through his wild hair, glancing around blearily. Sending his senses out around the house, he found the source of his sudden wakefulness. Vejita. The Ouji was up and about at this later hour, a rather frequent occurrence lately. The younger male was starting to really wonder what could make the Prince start to keep such erratic sleeping hours. He himself had been feeling rather restless lately, but he'd figured it was because nothing had threatened his very existence for a while and he was over due.

He stretched and got up from his bed, feeling suddenly very awake. He absently checked on the three demis, finding them clustered together in the other room as usual. Raife and his sister were in her room, their kis feathering around the edges and blending slightly. The girl had an interesting habit of almost constantly keeping he energy subdued, but he supposed she couldn't keep it up in sleep. During the daylight however, it always made her seem as if she just had just popped out of thin air. Rather disturbing, really. He mused that he was probably getting paid back for using his Instant Transmission all the time.

Slipping into an old pair of sweat pants, Goku opened his windows and slid out into the shady forest. The dappled shade under the trees, the filtered moonlight, the play of the wind and torrent of scents all made the earth-raised Saiyajin feel more alive. Not exactly what he had planned on, but it was definitely a good feel.

Padding into the trees, he let his mind wander…

Vejita…

Vejita and the girl…Kurai. He's interested in her…But why?

Raife likes Vejita…Does he love him? How can he though? They've only been here for day and half! Besides, the Prince is mine!

Goku stopped dead, the feral snarl echoing in the confines of his mind. Where had that come from? His ebony orbs shifted through his surroundings, as though someone had planted the thought in his head and was now hiding from him. Goku knew he had feelings for Vejita, but never had he thought of the stubborn Prince as his. Although, the more that odd, errant thought replayed itself over in his head, the less odd it was, and the more fitting it became. Kakarot stared up through the leafy canopy, eyes locking onto the silvery, almost non-existant crescent moon without thought.

"A bit less than a month and it'll be full," he mumbled. "At least I don't have to worry about a tail…"

Blinking, he turned his attention away from heavenly sphere, feeling suddenly drained. He scratched his lower back absently and began the shadowed walk back to his room. He thought of flying, briefly, but dismissed it quickly, enjoying the scenery. Crawling back into his room, Goku flopped onto his bed and was almost immediately asleep, images of his Prince the only blanket he needed as the nightly wind trailed in through the open window.

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"So obvious…can't b'lieve he hasn't noticed…Maybe we could…help…"

The heavy glass bottle was thrown haplessly into the air, incinerated with only the barest flex of ki. A faint sigh was snatched away by the breeze, as last vestiges of ghosting hands slipped away. Bleary eyes glared down the domed roof and its long drop. It would be so easy to just slide down to the ground…

"But, is so nice out…"

Flight was only briefly contemplated, a contemptuous snort quickly cutting off that line of thought.

"B'sides. Eagles may fly high, but weeeeezils don't get sucked inta jet enjuns."

Maniacal cackling frightened several birds into the night air, only returning to their nests when it was abruptly silenced by dull thud.

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A/N: Well, it was short, but this is the second one this month! Pretty good I'd say.

Kurai: Fun plot stuff. And it was devoted to Goku-san and `Jita-san! Go Gemi!

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