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The VP Challenge	By : DietDirtyPop Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ok this is a challenge story and not really my forte but lets hope it doesn�t suck to hard :)
Title: Coach Vegeta?

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Vegeta and Bulma have a nasty divorce and if Vegeta ever wants to see his kids again he has to make a life for himself and show the judge that he is capable of caring his his children. Can Pan Help him finally see his kids again?

Legal: I do not know or own DBZ...if I did more likely than not I wouldn�t be writing this stuff

Vegeta rubbed the bridge of his nose as his star player came limping off the court. The game score was 54-53 (the other team) with two minutes remaining on the board. The West City Basketball team was, to this point, undefeated and Vegeta would keep it that way if he himself had to go out there and play. He growled as the on-hand medic came to the small teenaged girl�s side and examined her swollen ankle. Vegeta had enough injuries in his life to tell the damned thing was broken, the medic, on the other hand, just looked at the purple appendage like it was growing arms and legs.
�Get out of here you moron and find her mo, it, it�s broken.�
�Huh? How can you tell?�
Vegeta let his lips twitch into a snarl and the medic ran off. Alyssa, the injured player, just laughed. The color had faded from her lips and she shivered violently.
�I can still play Coach V. It doesn�t hurt that bad.�
�Hn. I bet it felt good to walk off that court tough guy.�
�Well no, but I will be ok.�
�Yes, after it�s cased. Go with your mother.�
Vegeta watched as gir girl stood on her own accord and batted her mother�s tender hand away as she gimped off the sidelines. He scanned the rest of his players and sighed. This was one game he was just going to have to lose. There was not a miracle large enough to support this pathetic team without Alyssa.
�Kihra get in there and get us some rebounds. Make sure you get them back up there. Don�t forget to box out.�
�You got it Coach!� The bubbly, broad shouldered, muscular, blond ran out on the court and stationed herself near the key ready to take whatever came her way. She knew Coach V. got very testy about losing and she did not want to be the one who brought that burden onto her teammates.
Her eyes scanned the court as the opposing team threw sharp, quick, powerful passes to one and other. If she could only intercept just one, they could run for a fast break and win the game. One minute to go on the board she took her chance and actualrabbrabbed the ball. She saw the point guard and threw the most beautiful pass of the game. The guard caught the ball and made her way down to the home basket and preformed a left handed lay-up. The ball rolled around the rim, wobbling in and out of the hole. The entire audience, that was only a moment before screaming and cheering loudly, fell dead silent. The players just watched the ball as the seconds counted down.
The ruthless ball teetered on the edge for a moment longer before it fell off the side and into Kihra�s awaiting hands. She tossed it right back up as the buzzer sounded and scored. The West City Wild Cats won the most important game of the year. They were going to the finals no matter how many games they lost from this moment on.
Vegeta motioned with his head to the locker room and the large team of smiling teenaged girls followed him in. His face was impossible to read, but the girls knew they were not going to hear one of his famous angry rants. Vegeta gave Kihra a pat on the back as she passed him to sit beside the point guard who almost coast them the game.
�Practice tomorrow right after school and thanks to Kihra you will not have to do 25 suicides like I had planed. You all owe her your gratitude and if you know what�s good for you I will never see another pathetic game like tonight's. Alyssa has broken her ankle and will more likely than not be out for the rest of the season. I want to see sympathy cards by tomorrow, understand?� Vegeta scanned the shocked faces of the girls before he continued. �I am looking for a replacement starting point guard if you or someone you know has what it takes to make my demands, try-outs are after tomorrows practice. Get dressed, go home, eat, sleep, study, whatever it is girls your age do. But be ready for hell to being tomorrow. I will not tolerate another close call like this one.� With that he turned and left the sweat filled room and headed for his smiling housemate Kakorot.
�Wow Geta! I thought you guys were going to lose! That was a close one!�
�Hn.� Vegeta pulled the bottom of his white polo coaches shirt from his khaki pants, bent over and lifted up his duffle bag.
�Uhh excuse me Coach V?�
Vegeta turned around and ran a hand threw his short spiky hair. He cocked his eyebrow and waited for Kihra to finish.
�I hate to ask this but could you give me a ride home? My mom could not find the time to grace us with her presents today...again.� He could hear the venom in her voice as she looked at the ground. Her overly large, baggie, torn, jeans hung low on her slim waist. Her large chest and broad shoulders were hugged tightly with a ratty ,old, black, long sleeved t-shirt that showed off a small section of her six pack stomach. Her long blond hair was pulled into a tight pony tail and her nose length bangs framed her hard and jaded facial features.
�I don�t drive, when I can walk.�
�I have a car!� Goku smiled and extended his large hand.
Kihra looked at it questioningly before taking it in her small one and shock it. �Who are you?�
�Vegeta�s ematemate Goku, My wife threw me out.�
�So you could give me a ride?�
�Oh no I don�t have it here.� Kihra passed Vegeta an annoyed look before she started to step around the two muscular men.
�I guess I�ll just walk thanks anyway.�
�We can walk with you were do you live?� Goku chirped and Vegeta nodded.
�It�s late and not safe to walk alone anyway.� Vegeta added as he looked into her sparkling green eyes
�Elm street, It�s across town.�
�Oh cool site seeing!�
Vegeta rolled his eyes and started towards the large double doors of the high school gymnasium. Kihra shot him an apologetic glace as Goku kept up on his child like ramblings of the game. Vegeta gave a small smirk and pushed the metal doors wide open.
The cool night breeze tugged at his short hair and made him pull his leather jacket out of his black duffle bag. Vegeta noticed Kihra shiver but she kept walking in the general direction of her home. He eyed her dirty back pack and wondered if she had a jacket in there and was just being stubborn or if she was truly this deprived. Vegeta and Kihra continued to ignore Goku as he replied the game for the fifth time since they had left the building not even three minutes ago.
�Do you ever breath?� Kihra asked in an annoyance that matched the fallen Prince�s.
�Oh yeah all the time that�s how I stay alive.� Goku laughed and scratched the back of his head.
�GRANDPA!� The walking trio stopped at the overly cheery voice and followed the sound to a near by tree. A thin black haired, brown eyed girl dropped down, a basketball held tightly under her arm. Her red sneakers, baggie green jeans, and belly shirt fit her loosely. Her shoulder shiny black hair brushed against her thin cheeks and she pushed it behind her multi pierced ears. She smile as Goku picked her up and sat her on one shoulder.
�He�s your grandpa, Pan? He looks to young to be your grandpa!� Kihra squealed as she looked at the tall, blushing man.
Pan shrugged and hopped down. She dribbled the Basketball, threading it in and out of her legs. She passed it behind her back and Kihra caught it. She spun the ball on her index finger and let it travel down to her pinky before she tossed it up in the air, caught it, and passed it back to Pan.
�Why didn�t you try out for my team Pan?� Vegeta ask with a smirk, already knowing the answer.
�You know mom Geta. �Oh My little girl will never participate in such a horrible violent game.� Hell I had to sneak out just to come here tonight. Where are you guys going your house is this way.� She gave Vegeta a slight hip check and he chuckled.
�Watch where you are going. I don�t want to have to teach you a lesson. I�m surprised you recovered from the last one.�
�Yeah that was rough Geta. Hey did you know Kihra fights? She can almost match me...Almost.�
�Yeah but you can fly, I can�t and you wont teach me.� Kihra whined as she lit her cigarette and took a long drag. She noticed Vegeta, Goku, and Pan looking at her, �What? Was I not suppose to say that?�
�If you play on my team you do not smoke, is that clear?�
Kihra matched his glare and took a long drag and continued walking, �It wouldn�t be the first disappointment in my life.�
Pan elbowed Vegeta and shook her head. He cocked his eyebrow beemeeemed to understand her silent remark. He looked up at the road ahead of him and saw the run down street they were heading for before realizing Goku was silent. He looked around to find the larger man missing.
�Where is that idiotic baka?�
�Huh?� Kihra stopped and lookedund und before shrugging her shoulders. Her sparkling green eyes darted around the darkened streets.
Pan let out a slight giggle and slapped her hand over her mouth. She pointed a tiny finger towards Kihra�s lit cigarette as Goku snatched it from her small fingers.
�Kakorot what are you doing?�
�I don�t know I wanna taste it.�
�Just ask, don�t inhale the first time you�ll...�
Goku took a long drag and started to cough and gag. He made a disgusted face and handed her back the deadly smoking stick. He continued to choke as he took his spot next to an annoyed Vegeta. Pan just laughed. She tugged on Vegeta�s jacket and he growled at her. She spun the ball on her finger and let it drop to the ground into a dribble.
�So is it too late to try out?� Pan asked batting her eyelashes and looping her arm around his.
�Thought your mom said no brat?�
�Does it look like I care anymore? Besides if I can save the world I should be allowed to play ball.�
�Hn.�
�Would you too like a room?� Kihra smirked and nodded towards her ragged, dilapidated house. Vegeta quickly shrugged out of Pan�s grasp.
�You live there?� Goku screamed, his eyes bulged out of his head.
�Yeah. Why?�
�Oh no reason.�
�Yep it�s shit. The paint is chipping, most of the windows are broken, the porch is falling off the front of the house, and just think, the outside looks better than the inside.�
Goku threw thick arm around her muscular shoulders. Vegeta glared at him but Pan just shook her head, �Let it be Vegeta they could both use it.�
She threaded her arm around his elbow joint. She bounce passed the ball to his free arm and he dribbled the ball. They all stepped up on the creaking front porch as Kihra inserted her key. As the solid oak door opened they were assaulted with the smell of booze, vomit, and sex. She could hear her mother moaning loudly from the upstairs and pulled the door shut.
She had a pained look on her face when she turned around to her new friends. A deep growl erupted from her throat. She turned back around and punched the door, sending cracks along the wood as the frame gave out and splintered. She looked down at the rotting porch as blood trickled down the fingers of her right hand. Goku lifted her hand and removed a splinter of wood from one of her damaged knuckles. She pulled her hand away and pushed past the three of them.
�Where do you think you are going?�
�To my bedroom away from the house Coach V. Sorry you had to hear and smell that...and see that, I guess.�
�Come on girl, Grandpa and Vegeta have offered to let us spend the night, you know to get ready for the big practice.�
�We did! Wow, cool! Do you like video games? I can play all kinds of Video games, I like the ones with fighting and stuff. You fight, huh? Oh this is going to be so much fun! It�s like a sleep over, you know it? Are you hungry? Cause I�m hungry, when we get home I can make waffles.�
Kihra just looked at Vegeta and Pan, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide with either terror or sheer amusement. It was truly hard to tell. �Uhh yes?� She answered the big man hoping that one phrase would sum up everything he had just asked.
�COOL!�
�When we get to the house Pan, I want you to call your mother and tell her where you are and make sure she allows you to stay with...what does she call me?...The Prince of Darkness?�
Pan giggled, but nodded in agreement, �Ok Ozzie. Will you look at her hand?� She whispered the last comment to save her friend anymore embarrassment.
Vegeta no bef before casing a sideways glance at Kakorot, who was flying circles overhead. The big mans laughter could be heard down the block and it echoed into the night.
�This is really not fair, he can fly too?� Kihra whined and pointed up to where Goku was doing summersaults.
�What would you do, Kihra, if you could fly?� Vegeta�s question was simple but the knowledge gained from her answer would help his understand the smoke stack in front of him.
She took a long drag from her dieing smoke before tossing it to the ground. Her finger still dripped the red substance, but the pain eluded her. She stopped walking and gave a thoughtful stare. �I would fly far from here. Away from the pain, somewhere that I could train, somewhere in solitude. A place where people did not assume I was a lesbian just because I lift weights and work out. To a place that I did not go to bed hoping that one of my mother�s psycho boyfriends didn�t decide that they wanted a romp with me. Somewhere that I could let out all this hatred I feel for my mother and have it be ok.� She smiled then continued, �That�s why I play ball. It�s a rush to run down the court and know that I am stronger than all of those girls. I may not be tall but I can out jump them, out run them, out shoot them, just out play them.�
They started to walk in silence, except for Goku who was letting off shouts and giggles as he flew along side a bat. Vegeta casually glanced at Kihra, then to Pan, whose eyes were glued to the ground. Her mouth twitched the way it always did when she was deep in thought and Vegeta wondered when he started to notice small details about her. She was so young, yet so feisty. Her temperament was a mix of Goku and Bulma and he wondered how that combination cout out of Videl and Gohan. He shook his head to clear his thoughts.
�Pan and I will teach you.�
�Huh?� Kihra and Pan asked in unison. Vegeta just smirked.
�Let�s go home I�m tired of walking. Kakorot, you fool, get down here and give Kihra a ride.�
The younger Saiyan smiled before he looped down and lifted Kihra on his back, she giggled as she wrapped her legs around his waist and let the rest of her body feel free. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world and she was finally experiencing a sense of belonging. Here with these strange new friends, friends she knew nothing about, where they came from, what they were doing here, and what troubles they have had that caused them to act the way they did.
Pan had mentioned to her in conversation that the two elders she was with had saved the world, but from what, how many times? She looked back to see Vegeta and Pan following close behind, the world below a blur. She felt so good, so fast, but there was still something that nagged at her soul. Vegeta. His face, his actions. He looked so rough, sounded unforgiving. But he was the one that oed ted to help her, help her get away.
She looked down at the swirl of colors that was the earth and saw a small cabin growing in the distance and it made her think of one of the photos that Vegeta had hanging in his office. Him with his ever present scowl, a thin blue haired woman her face was happy as she hugged the smaller man, standing in front of them were two children, one was kneeling and had lilac colored hair, and the other hugged Vegeta�s free side. The latter of two two looked just like the thin, blue haired, woman. She wondered if she would get to met his happy family.
As they passed over the quaint little cottage she heard, rather felt, Goku growl and figured it was where his wife lived. They flew faster to get away from the picture perfect home that lay beneath them. She sighed, his heart ached just as bad, if not worse, than hers did. Why would anyone want to get rid of this man? Granted he was a bit childish, but he was kind, loving, lovable. All of these questions raced threw her mind and before she knew the were landing.
The house that stood before them was much like the one they had bypassed. A wooden cabin with a Capsule Corporation add on, most likely the add on was for electricity. A soft warm glow seemed to emanate from the small building. It was nothing like her tired, horrible, existence.
�Thank you for riding Goku Airlines, please watch your step and have a nice stay at Casa Vegeta.� Kihra laughed lightly as she hopped off Goku�s back. Vegeta simply grunted and mumbled something about an idiot before pushing the cabin door open.

The smell that usually accompanies the idea of the perfect home wafted out and greeted Kihra�s senses. She let Pan lead the way in and watched as she made a bee line for the phone. Gokut stt strait to the kitchen as Vegeta threw his jacket down on the edge of the large couch that sat in the middle of the living area.
�Do not catch the kitchen on fire again Kakorot!� Vegeta shouted before heading up the stairs. He stopped halfway and turned back around. �You need something to sleep in and call your mother. The phone is down the hall. The bathroom is up here, the first door on the right, clean up your hand. I believe you will find everything you need for that in the cabinet above the toilet.� He pointed with his thumb before heading back up the stairs.
Kihra shrugged and looked for the phone she was being required to use. She could hear Pan�s soft voice carry down the hall. Without really wanting to she stopped and listened. Pan was pleading with her mother and sounded almost pathetic. Something she would have never expected to hear from the spirited little girl she had grown accustomed to.
�Mom I know..............He�s not like that any more.............. What! I can�t believe you..........Do you really think Grandpa would let him stay here if he........... Mom that was a long time ago he hasn�t killed anyone willingly for such a long.......If I remember correctly mom you weren�t to nice yourself during that either........It is the same you were both possessed how is it not the same?....... Mom look Grandpa is upset about Grandma and you know Vegeta he�s upset but he wont say it..........MOM how many times has he saved your life? Huh?.............Good night mom.�
Kihra pressed her back against the wall and ran her hand over her tightly pulled back hair. Her bangs dusted into her eyes and brushed against her nose. She was in a house with an idiot cooking waffles and a murderer doing Kami knows what upstairs. She pushed off the wall and headed towards the phone.

Pan smiled when she saw the figure of her friend coming down the hall. �Did Vegeta get you something to wear yet?�
Kihra shook her head no as she grabbed the phone dialing her mother�s number. Pan left her have her privacy. Her main goal was to hunt down Vegeta. He did not seem like himself today. There was of course that underlying grumpy exterior but he was being fatherly, nice even. Although he hadn�t directly offered them a place to stay tonight, he hadn�t opposed the idea either. He seemed almost relived when Kihra had excepted.
Pan climbed the stairs that lead to Vegeta and Goku�s rooms. As she neared the top of the wooden staircase she could hear Vegeta shuffling around in the room furthest down the hall. She gave a slight smile before heading in that direction. She rose her hand to knock on the thick wooden door but pulled it back. What was she going to say? Oh Vegeta I talked to Trunks the other day, sorry Bulma wont let you see your kids ever again? Or mashe she could just stay Vegeta, so you took this coaching job so the judge can see your not a complete loser and are capable of holding your own? But she rather liked, Your nice today, why?
She shook her head and turned to leave. All of this was too much for her to comprehend and none of it explained his behavior. Maybe he was taking Anger Management classes. She could see him now sitting in a room with several other angry people and Jack Nicholson as his teacher. Vegeta would be in the center of a large circle of people with an energy ball in his hand.
�Are you going to stand out there all night Brat?� She heard Vegeta�s husky voice from behind his closed door and shivered.
�I was thinking about it, why?�
Vegeta opened his door and smirked at the young woman standing before him. Her big brown eyes sparkled in the dim light of the hall. He watched with an odd fascination as she pushed a stray piece of hair behind her delicate ear. He nodded head ead in the direction of his room, stepping aside to allow her access.
After she stepped in he closed the door. He dug threw a drawer that was hanging open on his large dresser. He gave a small grunt before slamming it shut and opening the one below it. �You should be watching that Grandfather of yours to make sure he doesn�t catch the whole damned house on fire you know?� He pulled out two pairs of black sweat pants and tossed them at her.
�Probably, but that�s what Kihra is for.� She saw a small smirk appear on his face. It disappeared as quickly as it had materialized.
�What did you need Brat?�
�Huh?� Pan looked utterly confused. Her eyebrows knit together and her lips pressed into a small line.
�Most people don�t come to my door without needed something.� Vegeta tossed two loss fitting t-shirts at Pan and closed his drawer. He faced Pan and cocked his eyebrow with mild amusement. �Well?�
A small blush crept across Pan�s usually pale face. She looked down at the floor and played with the waist band on one of the sweat pants. �I...I mean do... Well it�s just...�
�Spit it out girl.� Vegeta walked up to her and crossed his arms over his chest. He had to tilt his head slightly to look at her face.
�Do you think I have a chance to get on the team?�
Vegeta let out a rich laugh that caused Pan to jump. Her eyes traced his outline as it shook. �I am the coach Pan, you�ll get on.� He suddenly became quiet and his voice dropped to almost a deep, raspy, whisper, �But that�s not why you were out there, is it?�
�I... yes.�
�Pan, don�t lie to me.�
�Fine no it�s not why Vegeta. I just don�t know how to talk about what I was out there for. OK?� Pan�s eyes flashed with a rage that made Vegeta chuckle. Her voice was unreasonably loud.

�You�You talked to Trunks I take it?� He was oddly calm. He let his arms drop to his sides, he lowered his head letting out a long sigh. �What do you want me to say?�
�Nothing.� Pan set the cloths down on the edge of his bed. She walked over to him and placed her small hand on one of his broad shoulders. �I don�t want you to say anything at all. This is not your fault.�
�It isn�t? Well you would be the only one who thinks that way.� He pulled away from her and faced the window on the opposite side of the room. A small growl left his lips as he stood there.
�No it isn�t. Bulma is just angry...�
�At what? I never hurt her, never did anything that would provoke this, this, whatever the hell this is. Mates don�t just leave mates and take away their children. They just don�t do that.�
Pan timidly walked over to his shaking form. She really did not know what to do to make him feel better. She had never had to deal with his anger first hand. She had seen what he was capable of with Baby but she also saw that he loved his kids and this was killing him. The thought of him hurting like this made her sick. Sick, not only for him, but for herself, her well being. Would he turn back into the man her Grandpa told her about, the way he was when he was Baby? She hoped not.
�Take those cloths and change, I�m hungry.� Vegeta pushed pasted the dumb struck girl and headed out into the hall, shutting out his light on the way.
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