Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyajins Return ❯ Late Night Rendezvous ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: <blah> = Saiyango

Blah = Telepathy/ thoughts

Yeah! New chapter! And if you haven't figured it out by now, this is sort of AU. Basically, after the Cell games, Gohan was younger when it happened, and Goku was wished back after a short time. During the Buu saga, which happened only a few years later, Goten and Trunks did not fuse, but Goku and Vejita did. Does that make any sense? Well, it does in my head. If you're still confused, just e-mail or IM me and I'll try and clear it up. It's not really all that important though.

Any way, thank you to all my faithful, reviewers!! (glomps Winged Revenge) And now, on with the show!

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Raife watched the ningen woman walk away until she was far enough down the hall for his liking before glancing back further up the hall toward the Prince's rooms.

"<You're pathetic, you know that?>"

Ray flinched and turned to face his sister. Her remark had been emotionless, a fact that matched the state of her face. Many years in relative solitude together, though, had honed his senses to her ever fluctuating moods. As cliché as it sounded in his head, Raife always considered Kurai's unnaturally gray eyes a window to her tempest soul. (A/N: Ouch…corny.) They were blazing right then with a myriad of emotions. He wasn't about to let her insult him, though.

"<And how the Hell am I pathetic?>" He scowled.

"<Please. You've always been a hard ass. But the second you see a pretty face, you become a puddle of goo.>"

A deep growl rumbled out of Ray's chest.

Kurai smirked. "<Don't try and deny it. I wasn't the one blushing like a virgin school girl every time Vejita looked at me.>"

Heat rushed to the boy's face, making him even more embarrassed, and even angrier at the fact that he was embarrassed. "<As if you even remember what it was like to be a virgin!>" he spat.

Kuria's face drained instantly of color, her eyes widening. Her brother's breath hitched, realizing he'd said the worst thing possible.

"<Ku-chan, I didn't->"

"<Save it!>" she hissed venomously. Glaring fiercely at Ray, she backed into her room and slammed the door.

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Vejita left the small congregation in the kitchen for the more secluded space of his slew of private rooms. The corridor of doors was dark and close before spreading out. His rooms were situated on a slight rise in the landscape, in which several independent water heaters were set up; this ensured no one would have to endure an ice cold shower at 6:30 in the morning, much to Bulma's relief. The stairs sighed faintly at the man's passing.

In his bedroom, the Prince of all Saiyajins watched the setting sun, feeling the faint tug in his blood, one that was slowly becoming more insistent. Looking away, he stripped from his navy blue spandex bodysuit, tossed it into the hamper by the door and retreated into the bathroom. Vejita turned the shower to just shy of scalding and let the small, tiled room become a sweltering sauna. His gravity-defying hair drooped only slightly with the added moisture when he stood under the pelting spray, his muscles finally relaxing with the intense heat.

Along with the relaxing sensations overwhelming his senses, the flame-haired male began to see images flashing before his mind's eye. Blue eyes- bloodied skin- aqua hair- tattered clothes- flaming gold- a look of rapture- sweating skin- shinning eyes- full moon-. Vejita growled and turned the shower knob 180 degrees, his breath barely hitching as he was hit was a wave of ice water, his half erect member flagging only slightly. He scowled, ignoring the mild throbbing in his loins and quickly finished washing up.

Stepping out of the now chilled shower, Vejita no Ouji ran his calloused hands through his hair, sweeping it up and shedding water. Glancing at himself in the foggy mirror, he was both relieved and a bit dispirited to see his member settling down. Toweling off, the Prince threw on a pair of black and blue diamond checked boxers before returning to his bedroom and opening the balcony doors, letting a cool breeze soothe his thoughts. Flopping onto his bed, he stared up at the white ceiling, his mind finally devoid of broken images. Closing his onyx eyes, he settled comfortably on top of his bed, hoping the evening wind would keep away any unbidden dreams.

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After washing up in a quick shower, Goku threw on a clean pair of white boxers and spare, black gi pants he'd left in his room during a prior stay. He eased a door by his bed open and poked his spiky head into the adjoining room. Goten, Gohan and Trunks lay tangled together on the queen bed, body parts intertwining so much that it was almost impossible to tell where on ended and the other two began. Several books lay haphazardly thrown on the desk under the window, evidence that Gohan had indeed been at his studies again, though whether in the room or in one of Capsule Corps' many libraries was unclear.

Smiling to himself, Goku retreated and silently pulled the door shut. It wasn't unusual at all for Trunks to sleep with the Son brothers when they stayed. As Vejita had once mentioned in a rare, civil conversation with Goku, Saiyajins were a pack species and preferred being with others. Of course, Kakarot figured the Prince was an exception to this. He never wanted company and abhorred any comfort others could bring him.

On the other side of the bed, the brawny male opened his windows, letting the cool night air wrap his body in a soothing cocoon. The night was bright and alive, even with the moon in its new phase. Leaning on the window's sill, ebon eyes took in the shadowed expanse of Capsule Corp's gardens and wooded walking paths Bulma had erected for when the Son family visited; or more specifically, for Goku. The Saiyajin didn't care that much for the city, having lived his entire life in the mountains and their surrounding forests. Whenever he would stay over, it was always a bit unnerving to see the lack of trees. It seemed unnatural, a bit surreal to him.

After one prolonged visit of waking up every morning still tired, the aqua-haired scientist had finally sat him down and asked what was bothering him. When Goku had told her how the constant activity of the city and how unused to it he was that he had a difficult time getting to sleep, she had stared at him a moment before she began to chuckle softly.

"Why didn't you say something Son-kun? I can fix that, no problem!"

She'd gone out that morning and hired several landscaping and construction crews to start right away. No one would dare to disobey the beautiful C.C. president, and the brawny male was no exception, even though he was fairly embarrassed. With the jobs split among the different crews and Bulma to oversee them, they'd had the work done early that evening.

Goku was pulled out of his reverie by a flicker of movement in the yard. Leaning slightly out over the sill and narrowing his ebon eyes, he stared intently at the patch of darkness. The shadows moved again, a figure stepping from the darkness. He sighed and smiled, realizing it was one of their new houseguests, Kuria. She walked across the gloomy yard, her movements twitchy. She looked back over her shoulder, suddenly crouching and skittering between the trees and jumping up into a large one. Goku frowned at the unusual display. Precisely accented, hard words that fluctuating with volume soon registered in his sensitive ears. It flowed easily through the night air, sounding vaguely familiar. After a moment, he realized that many of the words were the same ones Vejita no Ouji would occasionally use in frequent bouts of temper; it had to be Saiyango. Scratching his wild hair, Goku only hesitated a moment before hopping over the sill and walking quietly over to the tree he had seen the female Saiyajin jump into.

Under the tall foliage, Kakarot was dappled with shadows. Looking up, he saw the young girl sitting with her back to the thick trunk, her auburn braid over her right shoulder. She stroked it absently as she muttered unintelligible things in the foreign tongue.

"Kurai?" he called up gently.

The younger started. Catching sight of the man standing under her, she grunted in recognition. "Kakarot. Or is it Goku?" A coal black brow arched over a gray eye.

The male grinned. "Goku's my ningen name. I was raised here on Earth."

"Ah."

A minute of silence stretched between them.

"So, what are you doing out here?"

Clothing rasped against rough bark as Kurai shifted into a more upright position. "Ray and I had a fight. We said some things we both know we shouldn't have and I…came out here to cool off."

Goku nodded, eyes downcast, remembering fights he'd had with Chi-chi and having to leave. Of course, that had mostly been to let her cool off and prevent any bodily harm befalling him. Frowning, he tilted his head and looked back up at her. "Are you sure you're alright? You were walking…oddly, when you first came out…"

Kurai's tail, which had been swinging lightly under the branch, stilled a moment before continuing its movements, if a bit slower. "I was just a bit upset. Don't worry about it."

Kakarot nodded, the tone in her voice telling him to drop it. Before he could say anything else, the brunette pushed away from the trunk, letting her legs dangle to either side of the limb she sat on. Footsteps crunching on the dead forest debris where muffled by the close vegetation, the figure reaching them only moments after Goku had caught on to what the girl was listening to.

Raife stepped from the shadows and nodded to the other male. "Good evening Kakarotto. I trust my imooto has not been a problem?" He glanced up at the girl, who snorted and turned away.

"Oh. No, not at all." Goku replied, a bit confused.

"Then, if you will excuse us?"

"Yeah, sure." He took a step back and glanced up at Kurai. "Sleep well." Turning, he walked quickly out of sight.

After waiting a moment, Ray moved to stand beside his sister's limb. "Hey, I'm sorry. That was uncalled for." He whispered.

Yeah, it was.

He sighed. Come on. Let's go back to the room. It's cold out here.

I'm fine. She replied stubbornly.

You're shaking. Come back.

She growled softly.

"Please?" he whined. "I don't want you getting sick."

Kurai remained silent a moment. Glancing down, her brother held his arms out and smiled. Sighing, she rolled off the branch and fell lightly into his waiting arms.

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The Earth raised Saiyajin watched Raife depart from the gardens, carrying his sibling, from his vantage point behind a nearby fountain. They had remained quiet for some time. It had surprised him when Raife had begged his younger sister to return to the compound for fear of her getting sick. Goku certainly wasn't an expert on such things, but he knew that Saiyajins were a fast healing race, and thus immune to almost every sickness or virus known. This of course brought back memories of when he himself had contracted the near fatal heart disease years ago.

Later, after Goku had recovered, Bulma had studied a carefully contained sample of the pathogen, and the leftover antibiotics Mirai Trunks had brought, she had concluded that the virus' structure was almost identical to that of Saiyajin antibodies. This had allowed it enter his body and go undetected by his immune system. Once in, it had traveled to his heart and taken root. The only reason Goku's body had not been able to repel the intruder on its own, was that since the virus was so cleverly disguised, his body could not identify the problem.

Trunks' antidote, created by his mother, specifically targeted the one genetic, base pair shift that made the virus deadly. For that was how small the difference between the pathogen and the regular antibodies was.

Watching the duo reenter the building through a window, the brawny male stood and trotted back to his own room. Inside, he crawled under the covers and stared up at the ceiling. Perhaps he would keep an eye on Kurai and make sure nothing happened to her. She seemed like a good kid, if a bit temperamental; not unlike Vejita. Goku smiled as his thoughts drifted to the ornery Prince. Memories replayed themselves over in his mind's eye, the images of his fiery Ouji lulling him to sleep, but refusing to abate.

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A/N: Done. There was more I was going to do, but I wanted to get this out to you all to you have something to sate yourselves with. I'm trying hard to get to the romance, but I want to make sure I set this up well. Besides, it should be a surprise who the couples are! If I told you, it would ruin the mystique of the plot. I hope it's a surprise, but you're welcome to guess in a review.

Kurai: Tell them about THE PICTURE.

No. That comes later. I'd be the same as telling them! But…If you guess the right pair, I'll send you THE PICTURE I drew of them. Nothing revealing. But definitely compromising…(snickers)

Kurai: PLEASE REVIEW!! It keeps her occupied and out of my hair.

Which you have a lot of.

Kurai: Shut up. Go start the next chappy.

Yes'm!

Later DAyz & TAnx!! ^_^