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Objection	By : ABoxFullOfSharpObjects Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3215 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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RR: Writing in the AM seems to be a reoccurring theme I’m running on. I wonder when Dan
Brown, Tom Clancy and Stephen King find ample time for writing...

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“ Stupid woman...where the hell does she get off going through my shit and taking shit apart. “

Plink!

“ Goddammit! Tearin’ shit up! “

Bejita-sama, Saiyajin No Ouji was pissed off. He was also re-stringing his favorite guitar. Too
annoyed to actually do it when he got the box back into his room the day before. Stark black body,
silver strings and neck and the word, “ Oni “ painted on the front side in red; slight dripping effect to
make it look like blood. Only a few knew he had it, and he’d like to keep it that way.

Thus when Burma messed with it in anyway, his temper flared. So he was protective of his guitar.
So what? Like he was the first musician to ever do that! His guitar was his guitar, not Burma’s, not
Trunks’, certainly not Kakarot’s. He’d never let the bumbling Earth Saiyajin near it if he could help
it. He could just see it now...

“ Wow! A guitar! Can I see it Bejita-chan?! “

SWIPE!

“ Oi! Give it back ass cruncher! “

SMASH-CRACK-BREAK!

“ ....Oops...” ^^;; “ Sorry Bejita-chan...”

Shaking his head to rid himself of the worst case scenario, the royal held his instrument a bit closer
to himself like a jealous child. He needed to think of something to get back at Burma for even
touching his sacred guitar, let alone de-stringing it without his knowledge. He’d beat some of her
computers with it, if he wasn’t completely sure more damage would be done to the instrument. That
would just defeat the purpose, so that was out.

Testing the sound of all the strings, he placed his fingers on different frets and plunked randomly;
still thinking while he did so. Bejita was completely aware that Goku was still outside his bedroom
door. Probably fallen asleep through the night and forgot to go home. That wasn’t unusual though.
Ever since the idiot had got it stuck in his head that he wanted to claim and mate the Prince, he’d
been around as much as he possibly could.

That meant, if he wanted to have peace this morning, he’d have to just go through the window and
walk to the front of the house. Flying was too much of a risk. The idiot might actually sense his
power and wake up to meet him at the door; wondering all the while he didn’t just go through his
bedroom door in the first place.

Carefully setting his precious guitar in it’s heavy duty case, then sliding it under the bed, the royal
slipped out the window without a sound. Enough skill to make a thief jealous. And proceeded to
make his way down the side of the building until he reached the ground. Secure in the thought that
he was far enough away from Goku to let off a little ki, he leisurely lifted himself off the ground and
floated around to the other side.

Unfortunately, he was blocked from a view of the door and the front of the house by colors of all
things. Blinking a few times, and floating backwards to see what exactly it was in front of him, the
Saiyajin royal craned his neck up to look up.

“ Damn...”

Flower. Hundreds and hundreds of flowers. There had to be at least a million individual ones, and
who knew how many together in bundles. Potted plants, bushes and even trees. The bigger ones
resting on the backs of several flatbed trucks. Roses, daisies, lilies, two-lips, buttercups, magnolia,
honeysuckle, and so many others that he couldn’t see and identify. In fact, he’d easily fallen
backwards onto the ground trying to see the top of a particular tree, he could only guess was a
redwood, sitting on a flatbed all by itself.

Before he could wake the whole house and buggered the woman about just what the hell she had
ordered now, Bejita quickly came to realize that the giganterous assortment before him was just for
him. An extremely large white tag with his name embroidered on it in calligraphy.

Bejita-san.

Immediately, the first person he thought of was that man from yesterday. That human that had
touched him. Pinched him. Him! The Saiyajin No Ouji. Like he was there for his idle hands to keep
themselves busy with. Greatly annoyed and no longer caring whether or not he woke the whole
Capsule Corporation or the whole damn neighborhood, the ill-tempered alien tore and raged his way
towards the middle of the extremely large collection of flora arrangement to get to the card and tear
it into as many pieces as he possibly could.

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Goku had been previously enjoying a nice dream. He was doing two of his favorite things: eating
and playing around Bejita. In fact, one might say he was enjoying it too much and his imagination
was in overdrive. For it involved a certain Saiyajin royal’s wrists being bound together in front of
him, himself being fed, and *Fanfare!* Suupa Seme! Kakarot

But he was torn from his lovely mind scape existence, when he felt a spike of ki in the front of the
house. His initial reaction led him to get back out of the Suupa Saiyajin mode he had been in; for he
realized that it wasn’t a threat to Bejita, but rather Bejita himself. Exceedingly happy and letting his
power level fall back down, the orange, happy Saiyajin IT’ed to where he believed the Prince to be.

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There had to be some little man or something adding more flowers when he wasn’t looking. Bejita
swore there weren’t this many flowers around as he was going through right now.

“ Dende, grow more flowers, I simply can’t do this enough...” Sneering, he swiped at a branch,
breaking it off and sending it flying, “ Fucking Garden of Eden in my back-damn-yard...Or front
yard...Or wherever the hell I am right now. “

He really couldn’t tell anymore. The flowers were so many, and he was so deep in them, it was hard
to tell anything. My own private jungle. Fantastic. Now all I need is my own private
flamethrower...

It took him that long to realize that’s exactly what he had. A wide, evil grin spread over his face as
he recalled something. Then one, white, gloved hand lifted, index and middle fingers extended, the
others curled in somewhat. Yellow ki crackled around his body as he felt a bit giddy.

Then, like some recurring nightmare, there was that damn orange and blue flash, right in front of his
fingers.

“ Hi Bejita-chan! “

“ GOD IN HEAVEN!! “

Needless to say, the birds previously in the sky flopped to the ground, burned and charred from the
ki blast that got away from the Saiyajin royal.

“ Goddammit Kakarot! I’ll shoot you next, I swear! “

“ Eheheh...Gomen Bejita-chan, “ Said the Earth Saiyajin, then placed his hand behind his head in
the Trademark Son Grin.

To which, the Saiyajin royal answered with the Trademark Bejita snort-and-shove, “ Shut up and
move. “

Letting himself be moved aside easily, Goku observed all the color around him. “ Wow...So many
flowers...” He hadn’t counted this many in the fields around his house, and those were wild flowers.
“ Wonder what Burma did to deserve these...”

Bejita glowered at him over his shoulder, but turned around to resume forcing his way through the
polychrome jungle. “ They’re not hers. They’re mine. So take a good look at them, cause they’re
about to be target practice. “

The orange, happy Saiyajin blinked and looked over Bejita’s head to see where he was going. “ But
why would you want to destroy all the pretty flowers Bejita-chan? They’re not prettier than you, if
that’s what you’re worried about! “ ^_^

THUD!

“ Kakarot...”, Twitch-twitch, “ When I get done with these flowers, I shall beat you so you match
your outfit. Orange and black and blue! “ With that, the Prince hopped up and dusted himself off.

Goku, however, didn’t hear what he said. His onyx eyes were locked on the large piece of stationary
directly in front of them. Huffing in annoyance, and having a pretty good idea already who’s idea
the flowers were, he lifted himself in the air and jetted over Bejita’s head to get there first. When he
landed on the back of the flatbed with a tak, his eyes read what he had seen from a distance. The
Saiyajin Prince, his Saiyajin Prince’s name. And that man’s scent stank on the card. As if he needed
more incentive to be pissed off...

Goku saw green...

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Finally breaking through the multi-colored collage of rainbow foliage, the Saiyajin royal shoved and
kicked a few roots out of his way to reach the first flatbed. He raised his right hand up, in the exact
same fashion as he had been before Kakarot had unceremoniously appeared in front of him.

...To only have been beaten to it by said Saiyajin. Kakarot went SSJ faster than he had ever recalled
seeing him do. And while simple ki blasts would have done it, the placid Earth Saiyajin was
anything but; tearing the card with his name on it into pieces with his hands, mouth and tail.
Growling and snarling with eyes green in rage. The longer he went on, the more angry he got, his
hair growing spikey, then down his back.

Sweatdropping slightly, the Saiyajin Prince took a few steps backward from the enraged Kakarot.
He’s finally lost it...Possessive moron.

Uh oh...

He knew that look. That look meant Kakarot was going to try and claim him again, and wouldn’t
listen to anything he had to say. That also meant he needed to make a quick exit PDQ or he
wouldn’t be able to sit down for a very long time.

He’d never leapt off the ground so fast and flew backwards before in his life. Dodging and pushing
back branches and limbs to get in the Earth Saiyajin’s way. Anything to slow him down some.

“ Bejita? Goku? What are you two doing making so much noise this early in the morning? “

Apparently, they had awakened the owner and operator of Capsule Corporation with all of the
blasting and tearing and what not. Thankfully though, the idea of claiming him in front of someone
else didn’t appeal to Kakarot. So he ceased and hovered a few feet from him; slowly letting his
power ease down.

Saved by the bitch...

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“ So...wait...let me get this straight. “

“ Baka onna. Only you would need something like this explained twice then have to take time to
figure it out yourself. “

“ One, I understand fine, I just find it funny. Two, kiss my ass. “

“ Keh! That’s a two man job. It’d take all day...”

While they continued to throw barbs back and forth at each other, Goku leaned against the wall
closest to Bejita with a pout on his face. He was mad. That Yuri-creature was getting too close to his
Prince. And he didn’t like it! He wanted to hurt him and make him go away. At that thought, many
colorful, wonderfully violent and vividly imagined ways to make this happen came to mind. But he
quickly put a stop to such thinking.

No. Bad Goku. Bad. Don’t plot against innocent humans that don’t know any better. No Bejita
for you.

He snorted to himself. He’d be damned if there was no Bejita for him. “ Humph. “

Burma on the other hand, was greatly amused at the whole thing. “ You got flowers from a guy?!
Aww...it’s so cute. “

“ Screw you ‘ cute ’ . Ain’t shit cute about the Garden of Eden out there. “ Bejita was less than
grateful for the large gift. “ Tell your pet to leave me alone or I’ll do it myself. “

“ He might appreciate a visit from you better. Might have a romantic getaway planned for the both
of you! “ She was having way too much fun with this as far as he was concerned.

Snorting and grabbing his bottle of water from the top of the table, the Saiyajin royal made his way
towards the door. He needed to work off some annoyance and decide what to tell this Yuri-san.
Which meant, he needed to find a few insults that wouldn’t sound like a compliment or request from
him. “ What do you know about romance? You just swing on your tire until the zoo keeper brings a
new mate in. “

Before Burma could finish being offended and fire off her own retort, the vid phone rang. Resisting
the urge to put his fist through it, and since scaring unsuspecting telemarketer was always a good
thing, Bejita jabbed the ANSWER button. “ Who is it?! “

Instead of a geek in glasses and a white shirt, suspenders and a fearful look, he was greeted with the
smiling face of previously mentioned businessman. Yuri’s blue eyes lit up when he realized who had
answered. Immediately, his smile turned into a grin.“ Ah...Bejita-san. So nice to hear your voice
again. “

Why me...? “ You again. Your master’s over there. “ He pointed over his shoulder to the fuming
blue-haired woman. And what the hell was that noise anyway?

Yuri blinked. “ I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. But did you like your present? I
don’t know what kind of flowers you like, so I just got all of them. Forgive me for the card, it was
the smallest one they had, Yura-san.”

For an instant, Bejita’s mind flashed on the card. He recalled something he hadn’t paid much
attention to.

Bejita-chan. AKA Yura Jackass.

Scowling and turning so his back was against the wall next to the phone unit, the Prince snorted. “
Nobody likes a smartass. “

Burma snorted louder than he had and stood to go to her lab. “ That’s for damn sure. “

“ Hey, the grown-ups are talking, go play somewhere. “ He dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
Burma, clearly ignoring him, stalked down the stairs to return to her work. She had better things to
do than contend with this battle of wits against the Prince. After all, he was short-handed...

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Now that she was gone, Bejita could focus all his attention on ignoring Yuri. And figuring out what
the hell that sound was! It was like an engine, but not as loud or as grating. The refrigerator was
almost louder, but his hearing picked it up without trouble. Onyx eyes darted from appliance to
appliance to find out where the noise was coming from. But it didn’t seem to be created from
machinery.

His eyes settled on Kakarot standing a few feet from him. The Earth Saiyajin looked annoyed. His
arms were folded over his chest and his eyes narrowed as though something was severely getting on
his nerves.

Wait...Boy, am I stupid. Kakarot was the one growling. Or maybe it was his stomach. It was
probably past his feeding time. Throwing his bottle at him, which the other Saiyajin didn’t realize
was coming at him until it thunked him on the head and he fumbled to catch it, Bejita pointed to the
fridge. “ Eat something stupid. I can hear your gut echoing from over here. “

However, while Bejita was doing all this, he neglected Yuri, who had been in the middle of telling
him how some of the flowers reminded him of the ill-tempered alien. So deep in his explanation, he
didn’t realize he was being ignored until the other spoke to someone else in the room. Blinking his
blue eyes at the things said, he looked around as much as the screen allowed. There was a man there;
dressed in orange and blue, rummaging through the refrigerator.

“ Who is that? “

Bejita blinked and looked between the screen and Kakarot. He forgot Yuri was there. “ Ehn. No
one. Don’t you have something you should be doing. “

At that, the man grinned. “ Like you? “

“ Like your mother asshole. “ Click. “ Ch’...Dinguss. “

Again, there was that noise.

“ Dammit, Kakarot, cram food in that black hole of a stomach or I’ll put my fist in it! “

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RR: Eh...So here it is. I’m not sure what to say now. I didn’t think this many people would respond
like ya’ll did to my fic. I don’t know about a lemon. I’ve never written one before. If anyone wants
to help...Well, you know where my profile is, you know what to do. Stayed tuned and...stuff.

P.S. Anyone out there really good at writing battle scenes looking for someone to write with? I got
ideas comin’ out of my ass...
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