Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Underlying Conspiracy ❯ Part 10 ( Chapter 10 )

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

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

A/N 1: Thanks to achillona for her support and ideas!

A/N 2: So, this is the end of this…eh…fic? I liked writing it, even though it had lasted quite a few years :D Here I put all my embarrassed smiles and snickers after having reread all my earlier DBZ fics and laughter that still escapes me when I read fan fiction in general ^_^ On the other hand, I am still the same romantic person just with some more experience in life. Nonetheless, I think I still tend to idolize so many things… But then…isn't it better to think there are things out there in the world that can make you melt inside? Just a rhetorical question ^_^

Anyway, I hope you had fun reading this mosaic collection of nearly random happenings ^_^

 

 

Underlying Conspiracy

 

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Veronica

 

Part 10

 

Goku and Vegeta were having a late breakfast. Goku would still shiver when an occasional scene from his morbid dream about him wearing a wedding dress would enter his mind.

 

“Talking about dreams…” Vegeta spoke the words around a spoonful of cereal. He looked completely unaffected after Goku shot him a glare that could have shattered mountains. “Trunks had a dream about Christmas.”

 

Goku gave Vegeta a long stare.

 

“What?”

 

“He actually tells you about his dreams?”

 

Vegeta looked insulted. “What the hell do you mean by that?” he dared Goku.

 

“Mmm… Well, you don't seem the fatherly type at all…”

 

Vegeta glared at him. “One can't spoil children too much and let them mellow out. In that case they will expect you to take care of them for the rest of their lives. One might find himself still preparing breakfast for his kids even after having retired a long time ago. I say it should be just the opposite!”

 

“Ah, so that's what your plan is,” Goku sighed. “But I thought the Saiyan policy was to die young and stupid and in a puddle of one's own blood?”

 

“That's so. But I noticed that every time we land ourselves in that Hell for Infinite Losers, we end up coming back from the dead some two or three years later… I think a Saiyan here, on Earth, has an alternative.”

 

Goku scratched his head thoughtfully. “You seem to have given this quite a lot of thought…”

 

“Anyway,” Vegeta continued. “Trunks dreamt about Christmas…”

 

“You mean already? But it's still the middle of the summer!”

 

“I don't think people care what season it is anymore. As soon as stores start the sales, people go mad. I mean it's all good and well, but why has shopping become the most important part of Christmas?” Vegeta complained. “I mean, isn't it a day where a family…” he trailed off in silence at Goku's astonished face. The younger Saiyan had never imagined he would ever hear such words coming from Vegeta's mouth. “Alright, so do you want to hear what Trunks dreamt or don't you?!” Vegeta yelled at him, his face all crimson.

 

“Sure, sure,” Goku nodded rather too enthusiastically, putting his hands forward and leaning away from the murderous vibes.

 

“So he dreams of this old fat guy with a white beard in red clothes. He has a bag over his shoulder. As usual, Trunks walks over, sings some song and waits for his present to be handed to him. Instead of his usual new shiny toys, the old fart gives him a cookie. Trunks waits for more but that's it. No more presents. The fatty sees Trunks waiting and says: `It's an economic crisis. I only managed this.'”

 

Goku scratched his head. “And?”

 

“What `and'? He was crying for three hours straight after waking up!”

 

In distress, Goku started to chew on his already abused tail. “Man, if the richest family in the world has nightmares like this…”

 

Pulling Goku's tail out from between his teeth, Vegeta nodded seriously. “I tell you. I've even started thinking about selling my woman's car. Well, it's just to buy home theater, but anyway.”

 

“I suppose she doesn't know about your plans yet?”

 

Vegeta grinned evilly.

 

“How much horsepower does that car have?”

 

Vegeta thought for a moment. He was not an expert in those things. “I'm not sure about horsepower, but it would equal about 700 light bulbs, 33 teakettles and an iron.”

 

“I see,” Goku nodded. “It's a very fast one. Mine is 600 bulbs, 3 teakettles and an iron.”

 

“Sounds economical,” Vegeta nodded. “Yeah, thank gods for cars and planes. Especially for cars, otherwise people would long ago have over-flooded the Earth.”

 

Goku sighed but withheld his comments. Instead he sat silently, munching on his sandwich and musing. “Vegeta?” he asked a few minutes later.

 

“Hmm?”

 

“Were you serious?”

 

“Hmm? About what?”

 

“Yesterday. I think you told me you liked me.”

 

Vegeta blinked at him. “I did?”

 

“I'm not exactly sure but there was something about you wanting to kill me because you liked me.”

 

“Oh, that.”

 

Goku watched Vegeta eating his cereal. “You know, I think I like you too,” Goku admitted. “And probably have liked you for quite some time now. I just didn't realize it before.”

 

“That's nice,” Vegeta nodded.

 

Smiling happily, Goku watched Vegeta eating his breakfast. “Really, and why does everyone go for drama?” he muttered reproachfully. “Shouting and screaming, bulging their eyes out in surprise, crying and all that. It's bad for one's heart.”

 

“True, true,” Vegeta agreed. “You must look after yours.”

 

Goku gave him a blissful smile again. “It's so nice to hear my health is important to you.”

 

“Mhm. But you just wait till I'm finished with my cereal,” Vegeta muttered around another spoonful. “I'm rather good in bed.”

 

Excited, Goku nodded. Nothing could interfere with a Saiyan's meal. “So, whose idea was it to send us to look for a non-existent flower?” he asked a minute later.

 

“Not sure. But the lube and the condoms were surely my Woma-,” Vegeta fell silent at the look Goku gave him. “I mean B-B-B-B-B…” Vegeta blinked then tried again, “B-B-B-B…”

 

“Alright, let's take it slowly, one letter at a time,” Goku offered him a sharp grin. “But there aren't that many sexists nowadays. I'm sure you'll change your ways. With my help - I'm all for equal rights. Except for a few minorities, like pink lizards and especially Piccolo. Maybe a few others.”

 

Vegeta grunted something out around his spoon. “So as I was saying,” he said after swallowing, “those were B's idea.”

 

“I see,” Goku nodded. “And I thought that there was something going on between her and Yamcha.”

 

Vegeta refused to react and spoil such a perfect moment. He spooned up the last of the milk in his bowl. Then he lifted his head to give Goku a promising look. “Kakarott, go take a shower. We are in for a long day.”

 

Goku decided that it would be about time to blush which he did. Vegeta thought that red matched his orange gi quite well. Once Goku disappeared in the doorway, Vegeta started setting the mood. First things first, he washed the dishes. Then he went to his room and took his clothes off. A few moments later he decided that standing stark naked in the middle of the room was not really his idea of seduction. And there was already a much better idea blossoming in his head.

 

A bit later he shyly slid onto his bed, his face covered in an embarrassed blush. He curled up with his tail drawn between his legs to modestly cover his indecency. His eyes teary and sparkling innocently, he waited.

 

Goku meanwhile had returned from the bathroom and was staring at the older Saiyan, wide-eyed. “What's with that vulnerable position?”

 

A lone tear slipped down Vegeta's cheek.

 

Shocked, Goku stepped back into the bathroom. “Ve-Ve-Vegeta, a-a-are you crying?!”

 

Coyly, Vegeta's lower lip trembled. “Oh, this is what I've dreamed about for such a long time. I've wanted you so much. And I'm so afraid. Be gentle, Kakarott. I've never…” Vegeta blushed fiercely. “I've never…oh, I'm so embarrassed… my virginity is in your hands…”

 

Goku rolled his eyes. He crossed his arms and leaned against the bathroom door. “Yeah, right. And Trunks was born from the Holy Spirit? What the heck are you playing at?”

 

“Shh! Goddamnit!” Vegeta hissed at him. “All ukes are innocent and it's always their first time! Do you want the ratings of this fanfic to go down?!”

 

“Oh.” Goku gasped. “Right! It's all about ratings! Well, we can role-play if you wish. I'll be a seme, a possessive and horny teacher (because we know that all teachers are like that), and you will be…a cute thirteen year old student of mine? But…still…” Goku's eyes hardened. “If you start crying to express some immense joy or catharsis while being fucked, I will hit you.”

 

“Mmm…” Vegeta raised his hand.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Can I faint from pleasure?”

 

“No.”

 

Vegeta raised his hand again.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Can you be the one to pass out?”

 

“It wouldn't be in character. I'm a lustful old geezer who's had tons of experience in doing his students, so absolutely no.”

 

“Ah. I see.”

 

Goku waited for more questions to come but Vegeta seemed to have gotten the idea. He was shyly blushing while drawing something with his fingers on the white sheets. Goku scratched his head. Was he supposed to jump his student right away?

 

“What are you standing there for, idiot?” Vegeta hissed softly. “Now's about the time to throw in some trite phrase about me being a bad, oh so very bad boy for wanting it so much.”

 

“Oh. Sorry. Slipped my mind completely.”

 

Goku approached the bed. He stared at Vegeta. “I don't think I can do this after all,” he admitted a few seconds later. “It clashes with my moral views. You're underage. You're nearly the same age as our sons.”

 

“Oh for fuck's sake!” Vegeta threw his hands up. “I'm an adult and I'm even older than you! We're just pretending! Now say how pale and smooth my skin is and how you can feel the innocence pouring off me!”

 

“Alright, alright,” Goku squirmed. “Your skin is so pale and smooth, and…well, what was that about innocence?”

 

“Oh gods,” Vegeta rolled his eyes. “It's pouring off me.”

 

“True,” Goku nodded. “It's pouring off you. I don't think there's much left of it.”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes again. “Alright! Let's take this seriously or we'll never get there.” He grabbed a sheet and kneeled on the bed, covering himself shyly. He looked at Goku with teary eyes. “Sensei, sensei! What's this feeling? Oh what's happening to me? Oh, my body's so hot! Sensei, I think I have a light fever!”

 

Trying to appear as seductive as possible, Goku shifted awkwardly from one foot to another. “Ehh… Then sensei will have to examine you?” he half asked, half suggested.

 

“Perfect!” Vegeta gave him a thumb up. “Oh, sensei,” he moaned, “I'm burning up! I am a virgin, an oblivious thirteen-year-old, and I have no idea what's happening to my body! Oh sensei, hurry up! I need you!”

 

Goku swallowed loudly. “Sensei will help you,” he muttered, sitting down on the bed. “You poor virgin student of mine. I'll make it all feel better.” He blushed thickly as Vegeta pressed himself to him.

 

“Oh sensei! Sensei!”

 

His face all seriousness, Goku started his examination. “Hmm… the forehead seems a bit feverish. Ooo? The mouth's kinda wet. Oooohmm? Is this a tongue? Oooh, what's that hand doing down there? Oh, that's my nipple you're touching. I think it's my tail.”

 

“Oh right!” Vegeta slapped himself on the forehead, pushing Goku off him. “I nearly forgot! A tail!”

 

Goku looked at Vegeta's brown puffy tail then turned to look at his shaven and still reddish appendage. “What about it?”

 

“I heard it's an erogenous zone for all Saiyans. I think it's kind of a custom to only touch it before the big bang.”

 

“Really? More erogenous than there?”

 

“Well, I think the result is the same whether you hold a Saiyan by his tail or by his other tail. I also heard that it emits loads of pheromones.”

 

“Ah,” Goku nodded. “I heard somewhere that we should bite each other. On our shoulders preferably. Something about an eternal bond or something.”

 

Vegeta, measuring Goku from head to toe, looked at him carefully. “I think I'll pass that bit about eternal. Isn't there some trial period? Like biting each other on ears or ankles first? Well,” he smiled sheepishly at Goku's insulted face, “I mean, eternity is a long time after all...”

 

Goku gave him a sharp look. “Anything else I should know?”

 

Vegeta shrugged. “Not really. I don't believe that bit about heat anyway.”

 

Goku leaned in to kiss him. Vegeta turned his head to the side. “Sensei…” he muttered shyly. “Do you love me?”

 

Ah, Goku thought, so we have come to this part. “Of course, sensei loves you. You're one of some two hundred, and we met just ten minutes ago, but you're the only one that sensei loves!”

 

Vegeta looked at him. “Hey, you sure know the rules pretty well. You sure you haven't done this before?”

 

“Mmm…” Goku thought for a moment then he shook his head. “No, I don't think so.”

 

“Alright, let's continue.”

 

Goku leaned in again and Vegeta, fluttering his eyelashes, leaned away. “Oh, no, no,” he timidly muttered. “Sensei, what are you doing? We shouldn't… Should we?”

 

Pissed, Goku raised his head. “Goddamnit, Vegeta, will we get to sex finally?!”

 

“But I am a delicate flower, sensei!”

 

“I'll pluck off that flower of yours right away! A man can only take so much!” Goku growled out, trying to peel the sheet off Vegeta.

 

“Oooo,” Vegeta nodded enthusiastically. “I like it when you're aggressive! Do it more!”

 

With all his might Goku grabbed the sheet from between him and Vegeta and tossed it away to the floor, leaving Vegeta naked. Then Goku started peeling his gi off.

 

“Oh yes! Oh yes!” Vegeta approved eagerly. His eyes widened at the blissful sight that he had dreamt of for about three years. Really, it was true that a man could only take so much.

 

“Gah!” Goku gargled as Vegeta pounced on him, shoving him down to the floor. “But you're a weak virgin student…”

 

“Ah, fuck the ratings! Spread your legs, Kakarott.”

 

THE END

 

Finished 04.16.2009

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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