Beautiful Stalker

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Beautiful Stalker


Chapter 13 - Twists, Turns and Deceit by Macha



“Shall we go then?” Kakarott asked the other two. Mostly Vegeta, he really didn’t give a damn what his half-breed son thought. He did, however, see the odd look Gohan gave his Prince.

“Hn,” Vegeta agreed, powering up enough to get into flight. He ignored Gohan’s questioning look. ‘Damn brat, if he’s not careful with his body language, he’s going to give this away.’

Kakarott was quick to follow his mate into the air, Gohan was a little slower. Vegeta didn’t need to look over his shoulder to know who was flying in what order. Thankfully, it looked as though Kakarott was going to be taking his lead from him. ‘As long as it suits the maniac anyway,’ Vegeta thought.

Gohan flew a little further back from his estranged father.

The flight from Gohan’s demolished house to Capsule Corp. was short, too short for Vegeta’s comfort. He knew he had a lot of thinking to do, but with Kakarott breathing down his neck, planning was going to be a bitch. ‘Hopefully the brat can come up with something while I keep his father distracted.’ Vegeta gave an imperceptible shudder. Keeping Kakarott distracted from what the brat was doing was going to be very easy. Unfortunately, as much as he had had an interest in Goku, he had very little interest in this beast. ‘I just hope that along with reverting back to ‘Kakarott’ he hasn’t remembered what is required to become a true sayian mate.’ If, however, he did have the misfortune of a totally enlightened Kakarott on his hands, Vegeta was prepared to make his, “Follow me to hell,” reference a reality. The Prince of Sayians wasn’t about to unleash this even more poor excuse, than what Goku had been, for a third class warrior on the rest of the universe. If that was the case, he might as well have let Brolli live all those years ago.

Vegeta touched down in front of his Earth home. A home he really didn’t want to step into at the moment. Gohan landed a meter away from the Prince, but Kakarott stayed hovering in the air, “You don’t really need a chaperon do you Son?” The alter ego of Goku asked. Kakarott was in a hurry to get this mating business completed. Just the thought brought on a blush to his body that had nothing to do with embarrassment, and everything to do with lust.

Gohan shook his head, happy that it seemed as though his father didn’t seem to want to watch him carry out Vegeta’s orders. Then he noticed the stricken look on Vegeta’s face, and felt a moment of pity for the older full-blood. “You don’t have to go anywhere right away do you? There’s a lot of planning that needs to be done, other than my building an army,” as Kakarott’s face darkened at the seeming delay, Gohan tried another idea, taking a page from his mother’s book, “At least come in and eat something, I haven’t eaten in days it seems, and Vegeta hasn’t had a bite since he was at the Look Out.”

Vegeta threw a grateful glance at Gohan, “I could really do with some sustenance Kakarott,” he confirmed Gohan’s statement. ‘Eating isn’t as good as meditating, but it still buys me more time.’

Kakarott bulked at the delay of his plans. Vegeta and Gohan both watched him process the pros and cons of eating. “Fine,” he finally gave in. The deciding thought in his deranged brain had been, ‘If Vegeta has more energy, he’ll be more fun.’ He landed on the ground close to his Prince. “I hope you can cook,” he said, leading the other two to the front door.

“Why is that,” Vegeta asked.

“Because,” Kakarott said, blocking the door way for a moment as he bent over reaching for something just out of Vegeta’s and Gohan’s view, “I don’t know what bots are used for cooking, and this,” he said, tossing Bunny’s body out the front door, “Won’t be cooking anything again, ever.”

Vegeta blanched at the sight of Mrs. Briefs’ body. He heard Gohan struggle to keep from dry heaving. Then Dr. Briefs’ body was thrown on top of his dead wife’s. “That was truly a shame,” Kakarott said actually sounding a bit remorseful, “Died of a heart attack. No fun at all,” the two remaining outside heard the mad man’s comment from inside the house.

“I’ll burry them the first chance I get,” Vegeta said to Gohan, grabbing the younger man’s arm, and pushed him inside after Kakarott.

“What’s happened to my dad?” Gohan whispered over his shoulder. Looking around, it seemed that Kakarott had totally by passed the kitchen.

Vegeta shrugged, a useless gesture, since Gohan wasn’t looking at him, “That’s what I am expecting you to find out while I am keeping him otherwise occupied.” Vegeta walked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. “Want anything?” he called out to Gohan from behind the refrigerator door.

“Uh, no, I don’t think I can stomach anything right now,” Gohan replied.

“Well, if you are going to keep pretenses up, you have to eat something. You were the one to suggest food after all,” Vegeta pointed out. He backed away from the doublewide fridge with a couple of capsule cases. “Leftovers,” he said with a shrug at Gohan’s raised eyebrow.

Vegeta set the cases on the counter top, and bent to rummage through a cupboard below the breakfast island, pulling out a couple of microwave safe platters and setting them down on the counter top also. Checking over the labels on the capsules he has selected, he popped a couple of them open. Several pieces of fried chicken (Gohan estimated that it added up to 10 chickens or so) appeared. Vegeta moved to put one platter in the microwave and set the time, just as Kakarott came back from wherever he had been.

“Want some?” Kakarott offered the two of them some cookies on a plate. He shrugged with indifference when the other two shook their heads no. “More for me I guess,” he set the plate down next to the waiting platter of chicken. He went to the fridge, and pulled out a gallon of milk. “Maybe I shouldn’t have killed Bunny,” he said sadly, sitting down on one of the many stools, “These are some of the best cookies ever.” He emphasized his statement by putting two of the cookies in his mouth and followed them with a chug of milk from the carton.

The microwave dinged the first platter of chicken as reheated. Vegeta moved way from Kakarott’s morbid reflecting to get it out. When he moved to put the other one in, Kakarott intervened. “I am sure the boy can make his own, why don’t you sit down and eat.”

Vegeta almost rolled his eyes in frustration. He had planned on feeding Gohan first, giving him that much more of a delay.

Gohan moved around the counter at his father’s statement. Mindful of being watched, he tried not to let his hands shake. It seemed as though his effort was for nothing, Kakarott’s attention being divided only between Vegeta’s progress through the chicken, and the cookies on his own plate.

Vegeta, however, did notice something about Gohan’s hands because of the slight movement. When the boy stepped over to the sink behind the Prince, Vegeta shook his head.

Gohan caught the movement out of the corner of his eye. He was just about to wash his hands before he ate, still having dirt and blood all over them. He knew Vegeta wasn’t just making an off gesture. The prince hardly did anything without a reason. He took a closer look at his hands while the microwave heated up his meal. There was dirt and blood, but most of the blood was between his fingers and on the palm of his left hand. This was the hand he had been holding the glass of water in while he contemplated his daughter’s demise.

On the other hand, his right one, there was a trail of blood from his knuckles to his wrist. He couldn’t stop his head from shooting up to look at his father’s face for confirmation. There, to the left side of his father’s mouth, was a quickly healing wound. ‘A blood sample,’ he thought. Small as it may be, there was at least something to work with when he finally got down to Bulma’s labs.

Watching to make sure Gohan got his hint, Vegeta hadn’t been paying attention to the progress he made through his meal. Sooner than he had meant, he was done with his platter. Kakarott was waiting for just such a moment, “Well, I guess we can be going now that you’ve eaten,” he said cheerfully.

Too cheerfully for Vegeta’s comfort. The Prince stood away from the counter. “Well, lets go then,” he said, although he really had no idea how long Gohan was going to need. ‘Please let him find the answers soon,’ he prayed silently, hoping any deity was actually listening. ‘I guess I only have me to depend upon.’

Gohan watched as his father stood away from the counter also, his father’s gaze never leaving the Prince. Oh it was so creepy seeing that look in his father’s eyes.

“I hope you to make good progress while we are gone,” Vegeta said to Gohan, hoping the demi would read between his words.

“I hope my progress goes better than you hope,” the statement was lame, even to his own hearing, but he wanted to let Vegeta know he knew exactly what this was costing Vegeta. ‘If I don’t have answers soon, Vegeta’s going to need a whole tube of toothpaste to get that thing called my father out of his mouth.’

All Vegeta could do was nod and walk away. Kakarott was already standing at the door, rearing to go. ‘Creepy bastard, Kakarott clone,’ Vegeta thought to himself.

“Wahoo,” Gohan heard as he saw his father step out the door and take off into the air, Vegeta closely behind him.

The microwave’s timer went unheard as he zipped from the kitchen and into the lower floors of Capsule Corps. looking for Bulma’s lab with the medical equipment in it.


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Kakarott was grinning like the bastard he was while leading the way. That kiss he and his Prince had shared hours ago lingered in his mind. Of course, at the time, Vegeta had thought Gokuhad been protecting a secret the prince had managed to keep from even himself. Kakarott’s grin broadened, ‘The Prince thought he was killing for me. He must feel so flattered that it turned out I was killing for him.’ He turned his head slightly in his flight to leer at Vegeta.

Vegeta ignored the look he was getting from Kakarott. Well, not ignored, it was really difficult to ignore that kind of obsessed look from anyone. Instead, he continued to keep his gaze forward, trying not to acknowledge he had seen, ‘the look’. It made his insides creep and feel like the chicken had somehow become whole again in his stomach and wanted out now.

Somehow he knewhe was going to end up having to be intimate with this Kakarott, and the only thing he could tell himself was to think about having sex with the Goku version while it was happening. The image really didn’t help, it was going to be like having sex with the evil twin while thinking of the good one. Vegeta contemplated all the souls in the universe that could have put such a curse on his being. This couldn’t be his luck, it was just TOO fucked up. ‘Scratch that, it’s EXACTLY my kind of luck.’

And the scariest thing was if he couldn’t manage to get himself to ‘perform’, this asshole was going to know something was up. ‘Well, not ‘up’, really.’ Oh, an even bigger embarrassment! If he couldn’t make his libido make an appearance, Kakarott was going to think he was impotent. ‘This just gets better all the time!’ Vegeta thought sarcastically to himself. ‘I really wish I had the time to meditate, damn it!’

‘Note to self: If this ends badly and Kakarott and I do rule the universe, remind me to find the person who put this curse on me, and employ them.’

Kakarott slowed to a stop and then dropped his ki so he became gravity bound once again.

Vegeta followed suit, and idea starting to form in the back of his mind. By the time his feet touched solid ground, he at least had something to work with. He found it was really hard to get words out of his mouth when he was pounced on immediately. “MpfEwlTHS!” Is how it sounded.

Kakarott drew his own mouth away from Vegeta’s, “I couldn’t understand you, your highness,” he said, still smiling.

Oh, the clueless bastard, “I said, not like this, I need to meditate,” he ground out. Before Kakarott could get worked up over another delay, Vegeta explained himself. “If we are going to be mated, then I need to remember the rituals.”

“Rituals?” Kakarott repeated.

“Yes, rituals. Mating to one of Royal blood does have its drawbacks. There are rituals that need to be observed in order to make it official. I need to meditate to remember all of them. It has been a while since I even thought about having a real mate.” He crossed his arms, trying to maintain appearances that this all wasn’t just some farce.

Kakarott whined, “But, I want it now,” he said, reaching for Vegeta’s waist.

Vegeta backed up and growled, “Why don’t you meditate also?” Seeing that this suggestion wasn’t being taken so well, he came up with another solution, “Fine, why don’t you go find some lube?”

“What for?” Kakarott asked, shifting from one foot to another.

“Because neither one of us are female, Kakarott. I don’t plan on the consummation part of our mating being painful, just because of a lack of foresight on your part,” he explained.

“Oh! Did you have any at home?” Kakarott asked, thinking that it would be very easy to find Gohan’s ki signature and IT back.

“No, Kakarott, I didn’t need it. Bulma was female,” he explained.

Kakarott’s look darkened at the mention of the blue haired bitch. That, and it was going to take him a while to find some of this ‘lube’ now. Delaying the consummation part considerably. That part really had his mind going.

“Well?” Vegeta asked, tapping a foot, trying to look royally displeased.

“I am going!” Kakarott said, the word ‘consummation’ running repeatedly through his head.

Vegeta watched Kakarott streak away into the atmosphere. “Hurry up Gohan. I don’t know if I can do this.”

TBC