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From Vegetasei With Love	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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From Vegetasei With
Love

By Sefiru

Pairings: V/G

Warnings: Yaoi M/M, AU, oral,
anal, Bondage.

Disclaimer: I don�t own it, only borrowing.

Summary: Vegeta is a secret agent.

Hello, everyone! Today we begin a brand-new adventure with
our favorite Saiyans. Yes, this is an AU � I can see
you cringing in the back, there � but I promise, it will be fun. On with the
show!

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Chapter 1: The Mission

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�� Vegeta son of
Vegeta lay on the dock behind his villa, soaking in the rays and thinking about
nothing in particular. The breeze from the lake kept the sun from baking him
too much, there was a cold beer by his elbow, and soon Nappa,
his valet, would bring out a tray lunch. In the evening, he might hit an
embassy reception for the free food, hit on the ambassador�s wife for kicks,
and then go cruising the nightclubs. All in all, it
was the perfect summer day.

�� And then his
pager went off. �Damn it!� He rolled over and seized the device, about to fling
it in the water, when he glanced across the message. Report in at once. That set of words had only one meaning: he had a
mission. An urgent, possibly dangerous mission. He
stood up and flew into the house, where Nappa had
already laid out his body suit and armor. He dressed quickly and went to the
garage, starting up his Ferrari before the valet could catch up to him.

�� Of course he
could fly into town if he wanted. But it wasn�t wise to flaunt his powers; that
was the compromise made by a Saiyan living among
humans, especially a Saiyan in his line of work. And Saiyans were more accepted by humans than by any other
nation on the planet. If he couldn�t fly, a bloodred
convertible was the next best thing. He peeled out of the gate just in time to
leave Nappa standing on the doorstep.

�� It wasn�t that he
disliked his valet (well, maybe a bit). But recently he�d decided that it was
time for Vegeta to pass on the family line. Fair enough, since he was the last
surviving member of the royal house, but he didn�t have time to properly raise
an heir, and he refused to simply breed like some kind of prize bull. He was a
prince, he had men and women flinging themselves at him all the time, and only
a handful ever met his approval � as he drove closer to downtown, he basked in
the lustful looks of passersby of both sexes. If power was an aphrodisiac, a
hot car was just as good.

�� He pulled into
the garage of a nondescript office building, where the gate scanned his license
plate and rose automatically. He parked, swiped his card to enter the building,
then scanned his palm to access the elevator. He
selected the top floor, and waited, swishing his tail impatiently. Flying in
the window was a �security risk,� apparently. The elevator doors opened on the
final layer of security: his boss�s secretary. He decided to have a little fun.

�� Good morning, Krillin. You�re looking handsome today.�

�� The puny bald
human looked up at him. �Leave me alone, you frickin�
homo.�

�� Yes, the ones who
were overcompensating always gave the best reactions. �You need to loosen up; I
can show you a real good time,� Vegeta shot back, and smirked as Krillin�s face turned an unusual shade of green.

�� Just go in, you
bastard. B�s waiting for you.�

�� Vegeta strode
into the inner office and closed the door behind him; the woman behind the desk
frowned at him. �You�re late, Agent V.�

�� I can�t
teleport, woman. And call me by name.�

�� I will when you
stop calling me �woman.�� She shoved a folder at him. �Here�s your mission.�

�� He leafed through
it. �Genetic research � bio-weapons � why are you putting me on this, B?�

�� There are hints
this group is trying to re-create the Legendary Super Saiyan.�
Ah. He had first call on any cases to do with his people � that was one way he
could fight in their name, though they no longer had an army. This definitely
fell under that heading.

�� Any sign of Icejin involvement?�

�� Not yet, but you
can be sure they�ll try to get their hands on it. Keep your eyes open.�

�� Hn.� The folder was slim; mostly rumors, some leads on
funding, selling designer drugs to the syndicates. Classy.
There was a short list of known locations where sales were made, including, �Kame House. A gay bar?�

�� Why am I not
surprised you know that place?� Vegeta shrugged. He�d never been there; he
preferred something more upscale for his entertainment. B continued, �Go to the
basement before you leave. They have some new equipment for you.�

�� Look, just
because your father is the head of R&D doesn�t mean you can foist piles of
useless gadgets on me,� Vegeta growled. He closed the folder with a snap and
walked out. He and B had slept together a few times at the Military Academy,
but nothing had ever come of it. She was a Career Woman who only thought about
her job, and he split his time off between training and amusing himself. And
then there were her parents.

�� Of all the
employees of the Chikyuusei Intelligence Agency, Dr.
B was the one human that irritated Vegeta most. �Ah, Agent V,� the aging
scientist called out as he stepped out of the elevator. �I�ve been expecting
you! Come, I will show you our latest developments.� On tables all around them,
computers bleeped, gadgets whirred, flasks of liquid smoked and hissed. Vegeta
scowled. This room would seem loud to humans, and with his ears � ! Dr. B shouted over the noise, �Now I�m very proud of
this one. I call it the Hookshot; tungsten steel
grappling claw, nanocarbon cable, and a winch capable
of pulling half a ton straight up. Oh! Now these dice are, in fact, two-way
radios �� A tug on Vegeta�s sleeve made him look down; a fox-faced lab
assistant was holding up a pair of earplugs. They looked clean, so Vegeta took
them and slid them in. One by one, the lab�s background noises faded out, while
Dr. B�s voice remained clear.

�� Amazing. A gadget that was actually useful. That set it
apart from most of the doctor�s braindroppings. �� a capsule small enough to fit in your pocket, but when
activated, becomes a full-size helicopter! Which reminds me, I built this
wonderful little escape laser that will cut through any metal, but not through
skin. Oh, and here�s the water-purifying mug � now where did I put those
adaptive earplugs?�

�� Dr. B trailed
off into muttering while he rummaged through the junk on his bench. Vegeta
chose not to tell him that he was probably wearing them already. How some of
these things could possibly be useful to him, he had no idea. He could fly!
What good was a helicopter to him? Now, if they could build a minibar in a capsule �

�� Agent V, dear,�
a new voice trilled, �I�ve made up a few things just for you.� He turned around
to face the other half of thank Kami they�re not my in-laws. Mrs. B ran the chemistry
side of the lab, and while her voice made him grit his teeth in the effort not
to strangle her, at least her concoctions were usually good for something. Why
she had to show them to him on a tea tray with a doily was beyond him.

�� The first item
she held up was a ballpoint pen. �I�m so proud of this one. Exploding ink! Oh,
as long as it�s in contact with the pen it�s quite safe, and it goes off thirty
seconds after writing. And it can blow a hole in a concrete wall, isn�t that
just darling?� She set it down and held up a case of small needles. �And this
is my universal anesthetic, guaranteed to give any vertebrate species a nice
long nap. Just one knocked out an elephant in only five seconds! The zookeeper
wasn�t very happy, but what can you do? Be careful with those now.�

�� Vegeta took both
objects with a grunt. These might come in handy � unlike the stack of
who-knows-what that Dr. B piled into his arms. Before he could complain, the
husband-and-wife team herded him out with implacably cheerful smiles. Back in
the garage he picked over the capsules, shoved the useless ones in the glovebox of his car, and found the others places on his
belt. The earplugs went in the cuff of his glove. He had enough time left over
to get dinner and find out where this Kame House was
before the bars opened.

***

Oh, I am going to have so much fun with this. *giggles
maniacally*

Next Chapter: Agent V visits Kame
House � and finds more than he expected!
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