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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
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 7

“Are you sure Daddy?” Goku heard his sister ask as he brushed his teeth.

“Honey, the fine tuning can wait for a week. You two enjoy yourselves!” Goku heard his adoptive father’s voice come over the speakers loud and clear. “Besides, you can talk business with Eddie while you have him as a trapped audience.”

“Okay. I wish he and Goku hadn’t had to of played the first round against each other, but this will probably be enough to keep him and his sister around for the rest of the week,” Bulma went on excitedly.

There was a chuckle from Dr. Briefs. “You’re sure it is just business that is the reason you want him to stick around?”

“DADDY!” Bulma exclaimed, faking shock. “Of course it’s not.” Goku walked out of the bathroom in time to see his sister give their father a toothy grin.

His dad laughed, the video feed delaying the sound by a couple of seconds. “That’s my girl!” His father caught sight of him. “And what about you son? Any interesting skirts to lift?”

Goku blushed deeply. Neither he nor Bulma had bothered to informed their father of Goku’s persuasion. “Um, no,” was all Goku could manage to choke out.

They both heard their mother’s disappointed sigh from where she stood off screen. “Well, one day you’ll find someone who attracts your eye.” Dr. Briefs tried to be encouraging.

Goku only nodded his head as he tried to stop a growl from forming. His sister noticed, but thankfully the vibrations from his chest weren’t loud enough to reach their parents’ ears. “Well Daddy, we have a lot to do today,” Bulma stated.

Dr. Briefs nodded. “Yeah, I bet your mother gave you a big list!” He chuckled as he dodged the playful swipe his wife took at him.

“Love you Dad, Mom,” Bulma said as she waved to the uplink. Goku could see their mother’s hand wave, although the rest of her was off camera. Bulma turned the link off before Goku could say his proper good-byes and then turned to Goku. “Well, are you ready for a fun filled day of shopping?”

Goku groaned. “You mean being you bag carrier?”

Bulma laughed. “Of course.” There was an odd twinkle in her eye though.

“Oh, no. What are you planning?” Goku asked.

“You’ll see!” Bulma exclaimed.

Goku knew he wouldn’t get another answer out of his sister until the trap had already been sprung.

~o0o~

Krillan stood outside of the hotel. Well, he had actually wandered a bit down the street while he waited for Yamcha to stop flirting in the lobby. He was looking over a message board. There were all sorts of interesting postings on the board: everything from events happening to things being sold.

He glanced away from his translations of the messages on the board in time to see Yamcha exit the hotel. He whistled loudly to get the ex-thief’s attention.

Yamcha turned to the left as he heard Krillan’s whistle. It didn’t even faze him that he had heard it over the noise of the busy street in front of him. He dodged folks on the sidewalk as he made his way to the shorter man. “What’s up?” he asked as he got closer.

Looking at the message board that had Krillan so involved did not help. Yamcha could not read a word on it. Well, the occasional English word, but those were mostly just used for emphasis and did not actually describe much. “There’s a couple of massage parlors posted here. There is also some sort of dancing event tonight, a contest of sorts. Sounds interesting.”

“Are there directions for the massage parlors?” Yamcha asked.

“Yeah, looks like a couple of blocks walk from here.” Krillan said as he finally faced Yamcha.

“Well, let’s go check it out!” Yamcha exclaimed. He grabbed the shorter man by the collar to drag him.

“Yamcha, it’s the other way.” Krillan stated as he shrugged the other man’s hand from his clothing.

Yamcha grinned down at his friend and let him lead the way.

~o0o~

“Oi! Chichi! Wake up,” Chichi groaned at her father’s voice. She rolled over and looked at the clock on her bedside table. She covered her face with her hands as she realized she had only gotten three hours of sleep before her father was waking her.

“Chichi?” The Ox King’s voice contained his concern for his daughter.

“I’m awake Dad. Give me a moment, please?” Chichi asked.

“Okay, I’ll be in the kitchen!” the Ox King said, satisfied he had finally gotten a response from his daughter. He wandered down the hallways of his palace, passing a servant here or there. He smiled and nodded at their greetings. Most of them were friends as well as employees. He had never understood some of his fellow monarchs’ behavior when it came to making their staffs feel as though they were peons. He kept enough staff in the palace that everyday cleaning wasn’t a necessary chore for his daughter, but other than that he felt as though a little honest work kept the two of them in touch with their humane side.

Aromas of breakfast tantalized his nose before he ever made it into the kitchen. “Lyhn!” he greeted, his full voice making it sound as though he was shouting instead of just the conversational tone he meant it to be. “Smells great in here!”

His head cook turned and smiled before she said, “Thank you your Majesty.”

“Why always so formal Lyhn?” The Ox King’s face took on a pouting look.

Lyhn had a difficult time not laughing at her monarch. “Ox King is such a mouthful!” She stated her old argument as she dished him a plate.

Breakfast in hand, the Ox King took a seat on the floor in front of the small table in the kitchen. “You should get bigger furniture.” Lyhn commented as she started cleaning up with the help of a couple of other girls.

“Nah. It would be too big for Chichi. Can’t have that.” Gyuu said before shoving a piece of toast into his mouth.

Chichi came into the kitchen at that time. “Tea please,” she requested as she sat at the table with her father. One of the kitchen helpers brought her a cup and a steaming pot. Chichi fixed her tea while her father continued to eat.

She took a sip and sighed in satisfaction before she spoke. “What’s the rush in getting up this morning?”

Her father swallowed before answering. “I just want to hear the details of what happened last night.”

A small tired smile formed on Chichi’s lips as she thought about where to begin. “Well, Prince Vegeta won this first night. It was a draw the first match, but he won the second one.” Her father gave her a withering look. “What?”

“Not those kinds of details.” The Ox King explained. “You two were out all night.”

Chichi blinked her eyes slowly as comprehension dawned on her. “Oh. DADDY! It wasn’t like that at all.”

The Ox King grunted in disappointment. “No shotgun wedding is going to be required?”

“No, Dad. He’s not interested in me that way. Although…” she slipped out before her tired brain could stop her mouth from moving.

Gyuu Maou leaned forward expectantly. “You were saying?”

“I like one of his guards, Dad. Or at least I think I do. I find him attractive anyway.” Chichi made a quick decision that she did not want to dance around the subject with her father.

“Which one?” The Ox King sat back, his face unreadable.

“The one with all of the hair.” Chichi said dreamily before she sipped at her tea.

A beaming smile broke out over the King’s face. “Good choice. That other one was just a bit too lewd yesterday.” He knew his daughter was capable of making good decisions. There were just those one or two times in her past that she had not. Like asking that boy to marry her when she was not even 12 yet! He had put a stop to that as soon as he found out. Of course, his daughter had thrown a fit at the time, but she had admitted a few years ago that she was happy he had not let her make that mistake.

He had begun to worry that she would become an old maid before she ever found someone she found truly acceptable. His smile faded a bit as he thought about her temper. She may find him acceptable, but that did not mean the bodyguard would reciprocate those feelings. “I wish you the best Chichi.”

“Thank you Dad. Now,” she smiled, a gleam in her eyes, “Let me tell you about the rest of the evening!” She hoped her Dad would not freak when she told him their guests the night before were not of this Earth.

The Ox King sat back to listen to a fun tale.

~o0o~

Goku looked at the mirror in almost horror. Sure, the haircut truly was not bad, but his spikes had just started to come back from the last time his sister had insisted that he have his hair cut.

It was times like these when he wished he were still an orphaned boy running around. The hair cutting had started as a quick way to get rid of lice before his mom would let him sleep in one of the beds. He had managed to grow it out a handful of times since then, but the Briefs women liked the close-cropped look. It was not worth their nagging and sighing to argue over it. Another hair cut was not nearly as bad as the fact they would not let him keep his tail after it had re-grown.

“Oh, come on, Goku! It looks great!” Bulma said from her seat. “You know I have a great style sense!”

“Yeah, like that pink shirt you are always trying to get me to wear! If Mom and Dad didn’t already know I was gay, they would for certain then!” For the life of him, Goku could not figure out what it was about that damned pink shirt. Of course, now he was too big for it, thank the gods.

“It was a fashion trend. I’m over that now. Who is it who would always wear orange if given the chance?” Bulma pointed out.   She crossed her arms, readying herself for ‘the argument.’

“For the most part, until some crazy fad comes out and you just have to participate. Can we keep the rest of this to something ‘normal’? Like jeans and T-shirts please?!”

Bulma scrunched her face up at her brother’s lack of fashion adventure. “You won’t make a very good impression on anyone coming to the chess tournament in lazy clothes.”

“Lazy clothes would be sweat pants. Jeans are good, strong utilitarian garments,” Goku argued back.

“Alright, black jeans, but a silk shirt!” Bulma insisted.

Goku sighed. “Fine, what color?”

“Anything,” she caught her brother’s quick grin, “BUT orange!” That seemed to deflate him on the spot.

~o0o~

Radditz was just finishing putting his armor back on when his scanner on the ground started blinking. He picked it up and placed it on his head before he clicked the button that would allow two-way communication. “Radditz here.”

He grimaced as Nappa’s ugly mug came over the video feed. “Where are you two? What’s taking so damn long?”

“We stopped to bathe. That animal had a lot of blood.” Radditz grinned. He was going to rub Nappa’s nose in it as long as possible.

Nappa growled in disappointment. “Would you stop teasing me already? I haven’t had time to eat yet. This vehicle shopping is difficult work.”

Radditz turned as he heard footsteps behind him. Vegeta was just tugging down his shirt on as he came out of the brush. “What’s he whining about now?” he asked his second guard.

“He can’t find a vehicle,” Radditz said, not hiding the irritation in his voice.

“Oh, for crying out loud! Just get us something to get us from point A to point B. Nothing fancy!” Vegeta said as he tugged on a boot.

“Did you get that?” Radditz asked.

“Yeah.” Nappa terminated his end of the connection before anything else could be said.

~o0o~

Krillan groaned as one of the girls walked over his back.   “Relax, Mister, it doesn’t work so well if tense,” she instructed from where she stood. He thought he had been relaxed, but he did his best to do so even more. “There, see? Better.” The monk nodded his head in agreement.

Suddenly a slap rang through the thin paper wall cutting off Krillan’s room from Yamcha’s. An angry female voice followed and Krillan’s attendee hopped down lightly from his back to the floor, calling out in her own language before opening the sliding door. The two women conversed heatedly for a moment and Krillan rolled his eyes. He bet he could guess where this was going and almost what had started it.

Finally the fast conversation ended with the girl Krillan guessed had slapped Yamcha leaving both rooms by a back door he had not noticed before. The remaining woman spoke. “Get dressed, both of you.”

“Oh, come on! We weren’t here more than 30 minutes!” Yamcha’s voice came through the doorway.

Krillan sighed as he slowly got up from his table and picked up his clothes from the floor. “Get dressed Yamcha,” he said in disgust. Leave it to the ‘lady wooer’ to put the dampers on a good thing, he thought to himself. He also wondered what had happened to the shy thief Bulma had found in the desert.

His attendee turned back to him as he finished dressing. “I am very sorry. You may come back for a free massage any time, but don’t bring him!” She gestured with her hand, indicating his friend in the other room.

Krillan grinned and then frowned. “Sorry he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.”

The short woman shrugged. “It happens. Some of the girls don’t care, but Lelanni doesn’t care for boys.” Krillan’s mouth fell open and then he closed it hastily.

“So, find me another girl that does like boys.” Yamcha came into the room fully dressed.

The short woman gazed at him seriously for a moment before putting her hands on her hips. “Lelanni has probably already told all the other women what happened. None of the other masseuse will want to take you as client. Or…”she smiled wickedly. “…If they do, they will be doing as favor to Lelanni.”

“I don’t care…” Yamcha started to say, before Krillan interrupted.

“Did it feel really good, having all of your muscles relaxed?” he asked his friend.

“Yeah” Yamcha said, wondering where his shorter friend was going with this.

“Then imagine how it will feel if someone decided they didn’t want you walking out of here feeling good. They have more knowledge of muscles, nerves and pressure points than you can imagine. They could probably have you leave as a cripple, or worse, if they wanted. Be happy Lelanni settled for a slap.” As Yamcha gulped, Krillan winked covertly at his attendee. She had a hard time keeping a thankful smile off of her face.

“Oh. Well…” Yamcha stuttered as he thought about those ‘or worse’ possibilities. Krillan grabbed his arm and tugged him towards the front door.

~o0o~

“…And he’ll be picking me up tonight to go.” Chichi finished her tale. There was a clatter in the kitchen and she called out, “He promised to feed himself!” There was a collective sigh of relief from the kitchen staff in response to her assurance.

The Ox King chuckled at that statement, but then he went back to his contemplative thinking. “Not human you say. Hmmmm. Well, they aren’t demon either.”

Chichi nodded. “Sorry I don’t have much more to tell you about that, Dad. Maybe he’ll be willing to tell us more when he gets here.” She grinned. “And that makes it even better for me to like one of his guards.”

Gyuu Maou grinned. “Yes, it does!”

~o0o~
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