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Chess	By : Robyn Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 3127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I’m making no profit from this.

Chapter List
- 1-Chess
- 2-Round 1
- 3-Round 2
- 4-Round 3
- 5-Round 4
- 6-Round 5
- 7-Round 6
- 8-Round 7
- 9-Round 8
- 10-Round 9
- 11-Round 10
- 12-Round 11
- 13-Round 12
- 14-Round 13
- 15-Round 14
- 16-Round 15
- 17-Epilogue
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- 2
- 3
Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A.

I also do not own the song or lyrics One Night in Bangkok by Murry Head.

I had no idea that the song was actually part of a larger stage show named ‘Chess’ written by Benny Andersson, Bjor Ulvaeus and Tim Rice. Which I own no rights to either.

I am not making any money from this work of fanfiction.

A/N- This is actually a G/V get together fic. However, some of the other pairings may surprise you. :)   I think there’s only one cannon couple in here. Obviously VERY A/U.

I hope this is a fun read for anyone who may be interested in such a combination.

Beta’d by Hoshi. Thank you Hoshi!   (And thanks to rdk for catching a few others).

(DBZ/chess (the game, not the play.))

Rating – PG13 – or at least that’s what I was hoping for.

Warnings – OOC, A/U, mentions and kisses of M/M, mentions and kisses of M/F, chess, foul language, some minor roles of OC’s.

Round 1

Goku rolled his eyes as Krillan flopped down on the bed in front of him, “This one’s mine!”

“Please Krillan, you know my Daddy wouldn’t want you and I sharing the same room together,” Bulma said, as she popped open a capsule on the second bed in the hotel room before she began hanging dresses in the closet.

“Well, he certainly wouldn’t mind if we did,” Yamcha said as he walked through the door. He turned back to watch a couple of ladies pass by and waved at them. They giggled, but hurried down the hallway.

Now it was Bulma’s turn to roll her eyes, “Please Yamcha, you know I am so over you.”

Krillan sighed and got up off of the bed, “Why does Goku always get to stay with you? I get tired of hearing Yamcha talk about this girl or that ball player,” he complained.

“Not any more bored than I get hearing you talk about this philosophy or that temple,” Yamcha chimed in.

“Daddy and I both trust him: besides, can the two of you even imagine us kissing?” Bulma laughed.

Both Krillan and Yamcha looked back and forth between the two, minds whirling with rapid, unwanted images. Both of them gave a shudder in unison, “That’s way too close to incest to me,” Yamcha swore.

“Yeah,” Krillan agreed, having turned slightly green.

“See,” Bulma gloated, “And there’s the reason he gets to stay,” she walked over to the door, “And you two have to go to your room.”   Yamcha and Krillan headed out the door and she closed it behind them as they left.

“Does Dad really think Krillan is interested in you?” Goku asked, opening his capsuled luggage.

Bulma laughed as she picked up another dress, “Oh HELL no. I just get as bored with Krillan’s philosophy talk as much as Yamcha does. Besides, I like sharing a room with a handsome man, even if he does happen to be my little brother.”

Goku shook his head, “Thank you. You do know that talking like that will only make people suspect things,” he queried.

“Well, then they won’t give a second thought about what’s really on the mind of Capsule Corp.’s adopted son if they have ideas of their own,” Bulma answered from the bathroom.

Goku started hanging his dress shirts, “Thanks Sis, I knew there was a reason I loved ya!”

Bulma peeked her head around the corner, toothbrush in hand, “And don’t you forget it!”

~o0o~

The three soldiers…men, were neck deep in hot water.

Steam filled the small room, causing a comforting sense of solidarity between the three. It was very easy to get lost in one’s thoughts in such a dream-like atmosphere.

Until a wooden buggy and a bicycle collided outside the thin walls, that is.

Nappa sighed and reached over to his pile of clothing, “What time is that dinner we are supposed to attend?”

Radditz lifted himself up in order to sit on the spa’s ledge, beginning the process of braiding his mass of hair.

“Seven,” Vegeta replied in slight annoyance. “You should just cut it Radditz,” he commented to the other about his hair.

“Why don’t you just cut yours?” Radditz countered.

“You’ve been away from the home world too long: you’re starting to become disrespectful,” Vegeta growled back.

“Enough,” Nappa said. He didn’t wish for his hard fought calm state to be disrupted so easily, “We’ve all been away from the home world too long. I wish you would just find a suitor and then we could all go home,” he said to his prince.

“I don’t know what the King thought he saw in this planet when he sent us here,” Radditz grumbled.

“You know he thought we’d find a desolate planet with one young sayian on it,” Nappa countered.

Radditz grumbled, “Yeah, and when we didn’t he wanted to know why. Which we still haven’t found the answer.”

“We want their technologies,” Vegeta cut in. This was one point he was in total agreement with his father on. Freeza had been a fool to think other species of sentient beings couldn’t possibly defeat him, in any way. Too bad the Nameks had proven him wrong. Well, too bad for Freeza. Scouters had been able to inform the Sayians that there weren’t any people of significant ki on the planet: so they surmised some sort of weapon must have accomplished the tyrant’s destruction.

Of course, the Sayians were staying away from that planet. Any society that was able to destroy the tyrant on their own had earned the right to be left in peace.

Radditz finished braiding his hair, “What time is it?”

“17:40,” Nappa said. He stood and got out of the spa.

Vegeta sighed. He really wasn’t looking forward to another match making dinner. Especially not with the daughter of some one who was known as the ‘Ox King’: whatever kind of title that was supposed to be, the animal itself had not enticed Vegeta to think of any kindly outcomes. Another ‘princess’ he was going to have to find a legitimate reason not to have fallen madly in love with.

~o0o~

“So tell me, what are we really doing in Bangkok? I know you really weren’t trying to convince Dad that we needed another business partner over here,” Bulma came out of the bathroom, dusting her hands together.

“Chess!” Goku grinned.

“Goku!” Bulma slapped him on the arm. She shook the sting out of her fingers, “You know Dad doesn’t like it when you bet on that game.”

“Oh, I’m not betting here. I’m playing.”

“How much do you have to spend in order to get in?” Bulma asked wearily.

“Only one million zennie,” Goku said. He watched as his sister rolled her eyes, “Come on! The prize is fifty million and I get to have fun!”

“I liked it better when you were into martial arts and those tournaments,” Bulma reminisced, “At least there were cute, nicely muscled men there.”

“Like…Yamcha?” Goku teased.

Bulma let out a frustrated scream, walked in to the bathroom and slammed the door.

Goku laughed, “So will you go with me tonight, Sis?” he asked through the obstacle.

“And why would I want to do that?” He heard Bulma’s muffled voice through the door.

“Oh… I heard the V.P. of Space Tech was going to be there,” Goku answered, smirking when he heard a surprised squeal.

Bulma opened the door quickly to make sure he wasn’t joking. “You’re serious?”

“I told you this was going to be a business trip,” Goku said, brushing past her as he entered the bathroom, “Out!” He ordered as he pushed her arm gently.

Bulma stood stunned, staring at the wood for quite sometime. She heard the shower come on, “Don’t take too long in there! I need to get ready also.”

“Relax Bulma,” Goku yelled back, “Nothing starts until midnight.”

Bulma’s shoulders slumped. With the time difference, midnight here was going to seem like she had stayed up all night and it was 9 am in the morning. “I guess I’ll take a nap then.”

~o0o~

Vegeta was pleasantly surprised by his dinner host this evening. First of all, someone must have informed their King about what sort of appetites his guests had. There were leftovers on the table: something that never happened when Saiyans were involved. Anywhere. In the Universe.

Secondly, even though he didn’t have leanings towards any one of the female gender, the Ox Kings daughter, despite his title, wasn’t too bad on the eyes. She must have certainly gotten her looks from her mother. If she had taken after her father: Vegeta shuddered.

Thankful… ah, Sadly, there was no real prospects to be gained by a marriage to this woman. The Kingdom’s, as far as Vegeta was able to discern, only business market was farming.

‘Hmm… farming… I suppose if they had any technologies that increased food crops… that may be of some use, but not what my father and I are actually looking for.’

Chichi tried to pay attention to what her father was talking about with this foreign prince, but really, she could tell the young man was not interested in her in the slightest. However, she certainly was receiving leering looks from the big bald one. And although he grossed her out, she was slightly flattered.

The other one, however…Chichi got a slight thrill any time their eyes met. Which wasn’t often, because he was certainly keeping his attention trained elsewhere. Like now, for instance, he was staring at the wall: intently.

She glanced back at the other one just in time to see him suggestively licking his tongue across the top row of his teeth. How Dare HE! Chichi stood challengingly from her chair: the sound of wood scrapping against concrete was harsh in comparison to the quiet conversation that had been going on until that moment.

The Ox King, hoping his daughter’s notorious temper wouldn’t cause a scene yelled, “Chichi!”

At the same time, Vegeta, who, despite pretenses, had known exactly what Nappa had been up to roared, “Nappa!”

“I am so sorry your Highness. She’s…” the Ox King began to apologize.

“No, your Majesty. It is I who should apologize. I had no idea that my man could not behave himself,” Vegeta glared at Nappa, “In such a social setting.” He stood to his feet, walked over and slapped Nappa in the face. The bigger sayian’s face turned beat red in embarrassment, “Now you know how I feel, when you put me in such an awkward and public situation. Go back to our quarters,” Vegeta ordered.

Nappa grumbled and stood, his height towering over Vegeta, but cowed by the smaller one all the same.

Radditz assessed the situation quickly. He’d been trying to keep the Ox King’s daughter’s attention away from him. Nappa had been helping, but he had gone too far. Now he was going to be left in an risky situation where he was attracted to the very same person Vegeta was deciding whether or not could be potential bride material.

“Your Highness,” Radditz stood.

The sound of his title coming from Radditz immediately caught Vegeta’s attention. The three of them had become less than formal, again, during the three months they had been on this planet. “Radditz?”

“I wish to be excused also. I don’t know if I can behave myself either,” Radditz blurted, and then blushed. He hadn’t meant to say it like that.

Vegeta gave him a quizzical look, “I suppose it would be better than having you cause more of a scene,” he said as he took his seat once again.

Radditz bowed, trying to cover up his discomfiture. He took a quick glace at the Ox King’s daughter as he stood back up and couldn’t help but blush even more as, once again, their eyes met, “Thank you my Lord,” he said formally before rushing after Nappa.

Chichi couldn’t help the pleased smile that graced her lips. If that wasn’t a backwards sort of complement then she didn’t know what was.

~o0o~

“So, what are you going to do while we’re here on their business trip?” Yamcha asked Krillan while he flipped through the channels on the T.V. in their shared room.

“Well, we’re here for a week, right?” Krillan asked from his semi meditative state.

Yamcha nodded and even though Krillan couldn’t have possibly seen the gesture with his eyes closed, he continued to speak as though he had, “Well, I want to see some of the temples around here…”

Yamcha rolled his eyes, “Whatever. I want to go to some of the bars and some of the massage parlors.”

Krillan’s eyes popped open at the last part, “Massage parlors? Those sound nice.”

Yamcha grinned at his short friend: Krillan grinned right back.

~o0o~

Chichi sat and toyed with one of the chess pieces. The three of them had moved to the palace’s ‘den.’ Her father and the prince sat sipping scotch while discussing crop yields and irrigation methods. She was bored out of her mind.

Vegeta really did like this fellow he was drinking with. The man would never be a warrior, but he did show passion about many things. He also seemed to have a cunning mind under his goofy looks.

The sayian looked over at where the Ox King’s daughter, Chichi, he reminded himself, sat, looking deeply bored. He realized he hadn’t paid any attention to her at all. He did want to stay on good terms with her father, but he didn’t want them to think there was a spark of interest in them otherwise.

He sighed to himself. Time to play social politics. “What do you have in your hand?” he asked in a sham of interest.

Chichi looked away from it to him. “It’s a chess piece,” not understanding Vegeta really wouldn’t have a clue as to what she was talking about.

“Chess?” Vegeta asked.

The Ox King cut in with a gleam in his eyes, “It’s a strategy game,” he told his guest.

The word ‘strategy’ piqued his interest, “Really,” Vegeta got up from the deep, cushioned chair to get a closer look at the board: the Ox King followed him. “How do you play?”

“It’s a little complicated, but I could try to teach you, if you’d like,” the Ox King offered.

Vegeta had to keep from rubbing his hands together. If he could not fight, train or participate in war, strategy games were the next best thing. “I certainly would like to learn.”

Chichi stood from her chair and offered her place to Vegeta as her father took the seat across from them. “Well, we’ll start with the basics,” he stated. Vegeta nodded, “This piece is called the King. It is the piece you are supposed to protect at all costs.”

Chichi smiled at her father. He was so excited about the silly game it was infectious. He had certainly taught his love of the game to his daughter. She was almost as good a player as he was.

She pulled up a third chair as the two gentlemen started to get serious. She could already see that Vegeta was a fast learner: his lack of knowledge of the game was not a façade, but her father wasn’t having to repeat any of his instructions and the prince was already jumping to some logical and complicated conclusions.

He was a natural, she realized, after the third game. She tried not to yawn. It was a great game, but if you weren’t one of the people involved in it….

“Well, you win again, young man,” the Ox King said, truly impressed with Vegeta’s taking to the game. “I think I will bow out gracefully at this point, with both of us having two wins,” he grinned at Vegeta, “I think from this point, you’ll only get better while I have played at the same level for years,” he sighed wistfully, “If I were younger, I’d go to the tournament that was taking place tonight, in the next province over.”

“Tournament?” Vegeta asked.

“A competition, between the best, and in this case, richest, players. They’ve come from all over the globe,” Chichi explained. She watched as Vegeta’s eyes lit up, almost like a child’s on Christmas morning. She had not known he was this excited about the game: he’d had very little emotion to be read from his features before now.

She looked over at her father and it was almost as if they read each other’s minds. Chichi looked back at their guest. “I could accompany you, if you’d like,” she stated.

The Ox King nodded approval at his daughter.

Vegeta didn’t see the Ox King’s gesture as he said, “I would be please if you would.”

“Just let me change my clothes,” Chichi requested.

~o0o~
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