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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.

Zee and Moiira: canon ChiChi is probably best. ^^

DarkSerapha: yeah, no threesomes in this one.
Sorry.

Macha: Gohan has a chance
now � Vegeta will take him under his wing.

topbear: the gang�s all
here. ^^

TristaML: inspector Gadget? Surely not! O.O

kit-kit: at least now Gohan has an excuse to be a
dork �

Zofo: gotta have a crushing
pit, it�s in the Evil Union rules.

Spot the gratuitous (and terrible) Lost
reference!

In this chapter: Getting out alive.

***

Chapter 10: The Gauntlet

***

�� The crushing
walls were one of the oldest ones in the book. Vegeta conceded that they could
be effective � but not when they were used against an elite-level Saiyan He punched through the wall and ripped off a long
section. He threw it crosswise on the floor, and while the room�s machinery
jammed against it, walked to the access hatch and kicked it out.

�� On the other
side was a bare, utilitarian corridor, a junction at either side. Vegeta chose
the left for good luck; two nervous-looking security guards appeared to bracket
him. One of them fired a stun gun at him � a stun gun! He stepped aside, seized� the charge
wires and yanked the gun out of the man�s hands by them. The other guard turned
tail and fled, jabbering into his radio. Fool; he could have made his shot
while Vegeta�s back was turned. He punched out the disarmed guard, lifted his
keys, and left him crumpled on the floor.

�� Another corner, and he was faced with a stretch criss-crossed
with burning lasers. That was slightly more original, but still mediocre. He
sneezed at the smell of scorched paint, then fired a
ki blast at the first laser emitter. It stuttered, gave off blue smoke, and failed;
one down. The laser dots sped up and started tracking him purposefully. He
slipped from side to side, tracing the beams back to their lenses and shooting
them out; he was almost to the door when a backup laser came to life and struck
his tail. He whipped around and blasted it. �Nobody messes with the tail.�

***

�� Kakarott� didn�t want
to let go of his son; he�d never had one before. The trapdoor� closed over the pit Vegeta had dropped
into, and he still had Gohan wrapped in his arms. �Do
you think he�ll be ok?� Gohan asked.

�� Who, Vegeta? He�ll be fine, he
does this for a living.� He scanned the lab room; he might not be the sharpest
nail in the box, but he had a fair instinct for sizing up� a situation. If this place was built
for the betterment of society, he�d eat his shirt. If he
could find his shirt. �Anyway, let�s get out of here. Which way is the
exit?�

�� This way
first,� Gohan pulled on his wrist, �We have to get my
brother.�

�� You have a
brother, too?� Kakarott�s eyes went to three times their normal size, and Gohan giggled. Two sons?

�� Yeah. He�s still really little.� They went into the halls,
and Gohan�s voice dropped, as if he felt the need for
stealth. �You look different than the pictures I found, but they were in the
dark.�

�� So, they let
you on the internet?�

�� Yeah, they
don�t want me going nuts like Brolli.� That had to be
the fake Super Saiyan from Satan City.
Kakarott shook his head; no family of his would ever end up a lunatic like
that.

�� Here it is.� Gohan pushed open an unmarked door. Beyond was a smaller
lab, with a few cabinets, a desk, and a glass-fronted box containing � �This is
Goten, because he looks like he came from heaven.�

�� He does.� The
child was barely a year old; he was fast asleep with his fist in his teeth and
his little tail curled around his knees. He had the same hair as his father and
grandfather. As Kakarott stared, Gohan opened the box
and wrapped Goten in a blanket.

�� Do you want to
hold him?�

�� Y-yeah ...�
Kakarott cradled the sleeping infant in his arms, glancing between him and the
older boy. Sons! Did he have enough space in his apartment? Meanwhile, Gohan went to the cabinets and rifled through a stack of
disks. He pulled out half a dozen and put them in an envelope. �And that�s our
medical records. Can we go now?�

�� Yeah. Let�s go home.�

***

�� Vegeta was in a
foul mood. He stormed past two spiked pits, a razor-edged pendulum, and a
hallway lined with giant buzz saws, and left them mangled behind him. Who the
hell built this kind of shit in a laboratory basement? His tail was singed, his
spandex was torn and his knuckles were scraped from punching all that metal. By
the time he got to the floor with jets of flame shooting out of every surface,
he didn�t even bother to destroy it; he merely raised his ki and marched
straight through. For variety he used a kick to put a hole in the far wall. He
stepped through, only to fall into a large tank of water.

�� Salt water; must be sharks. Indeed, a large,
finned form was circling closer. On its chest he could see a mark reading
DHARMA. On his other side, a second shark approached, this one marked GREG.
Vegeta cracked his knuckles.

***

�� Kakarott and Gohan skulked along in almost complete silence, to avoid
both alerting the guards and waking Goten. Kakarott
felt like he was playing hide-and-tag; he wondered if Gohan
had ever played it. They crouched at the bottom of a staircase: �This is it,� Gohan said. �The lobby is up there. I�m � scared. I�ve never
been outside before.�

�� Kakarott said
what his father used to say when he was scared: �Are you going to let that stop
you?�

�� Heck no.� Above them, a ki flared that Kakarott had felt
once before. �Oh, no,� said Gohan, �it�s Brolli. It�s coming true!�

�� What�s coming
true? Did you dream about this?�

�� Gohan nodded shyly. �You were standing in the lobby across
from Brolli, and I was there with Goten,
and � oh! Doctor Bibidi was hiding behind the
counter.�

�� Ok.� Kakarott
handed Goten to his son and crept up the steps.
�While I distract them, you go along the wall to the door.� The mouth of the
stairwell was at right angles to the risers; cover. His eyes narrowed as he
focused on the coming fight.

�� He reached the the top step and paused, then jumped at the back wall,
bounced off it and landed on the lobby floor. Brolli
didn�t look any more rational than the last time they�d met, so he didn�t
bother to say anything. Keeping his eyes on the false Super Saiyan,
he stepped diagonally away from the stairs and towards the reception desk. His
ears weren�t as sensitive as Vegeta�s, but he could hear someone frantically
whispering instructions � probably into a radio. Brolli
turned to follow him; as soon as his gaze left the stairwell, Gohan slipped out in the opposite direction.

�� Kakarott
stopped. Brolli stopped. They stared at each other
for a long moment. Then Brolli lunged, and Kakarott
leapt straight up to avoid him. He came down with a kick to Brolli�s
head, dropped to the floor, and rolled out of the way of a stomping foot. He
came up swinging at Brolli�s chin, then
narrowly dodged a roundhouse punch. He wasn�t trying to beat Brolli, just to buy enough time for his sons to get out and
for Vegeta to catch up to them. The fake Super Saiyan
did seem a little slower this time � or maybe his own ki was higher.

�� Brolli�s tail whipped around and caught him in the knees,
throwing him to the ground. He rolled with it, and came to his feet already
looking for the next opening. His danger sense shrilled and he ducked to the
side, just as a laser blast ruffled his hair. A glance aside; the scientist
from under the desk had climbed on top of it and was aiming a pistol at him.

�� If you can�t
get him, Brolli, I�ll do it for you!� zing! Kakarott dodged again; so did Brolli, who was in the line of fire. Zing! The third shot grazed his hip. Crap!

�� Dad!�

�� Both Brolli and the scientist turned to look at the source of
the cry. Double crap!

***

Our boys are in trouble now! Not to worry, they will be
reunited soon.

BTW, the �ten� in Goten is the
character for �heaven,� for you non-Japanese-speaking folks.

Next chapter: Brolli goes from bad
to worse! �
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- 11
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