A Moment of Madness

So the second installment of my little story. Like it so far? I hope so!

" ... " =talking out loud
'...' = thinking.

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“Good morning, Vegeta!” Bunny Briefs gave her classic ‘closed eyes’ smile as she brought him his usual large portion of food. “Did you have a good sleep?”

“Hn.” He stared down at the plate, the usual palate all there, eggs, toast, a large variety of pig meats and fruit jams. Picking up the fork, he pushed one of his sausages around his plate before reluctantly beginning another dull routine. Eating. Noting the concerned look on the woman’s face, he began shovelling in the meal, barely noticing the taste any more. Why bother? It tasted the same as the day before, and the day before that, and so on.

“Good morning, mom!” Vegeta’s ears twitched as the clacking of Bulma’s high heels entered the kitchen. Vegeta glanced up from his plate for a mere moment before returning to inhaling his third plate of food.

“And good morning to you to, Vegeta…” She leaned in and gave him the usual kiss on the cheek. “My, aren’t you just teeming with passionate greetings today?” He sighed and lowered his fork.

“Woman, have you ever known me to be the type to dabble in pleasant conversation?” She smiled and laughed lightly, kissing him once more one the forehead.

“Your just cranky because I kept you up late last night.” She gave him a smirk and tossed him a wink. Bunny Briefs blushed and brought her hand to her mouth.

“Oh my!” Bunny lifted a tray of food and smiled lightly to the couple. “I’ll just leave you two love birds alone!” She gave her daughter a knowing smile before hurrying out of the kitchen. Bulma sighed as she ran her hands down a thin black dress she wore.

“I have a business meeting this morning, as well as a conference later in the noon. I should be back before dinner.” She walked towards the fridge, opened it, and pulled out a large bagged lunch and plopped it in his lap. “Give this to Trunks when he gets up. You don’t have to worry about walking him to school, Goten is coming over to get him. Okay? You got everything? Love you, bye!” Vegeta watched with one cocked eyebrow as the woman rushed from the house, her clacking heels growing fainted with each step.

Vegeta sighed to himself as he stood. Another dull daily routine. Waking the boy. Walking up the same dull stairs, he knocked on the bright blue door of his sons room.

“Boy! Wake up!”

“Hhhmmm…”

“Boy! School!”

“Hhhhmmmmm!!”

“Boy! Breakfast!” He smiled to himself as he heard the frantic rustle of bed linins. There was some hope for the young one after all.

“I’ll be right down!”

Vegeta shook his head and went back to the kitchen only to find the rest of his breakfast being pillaged by the baka and his tiny clone.

“Help yourself, Kakarot. After all the times I break into your house and steal your food, I’ll just consider this pay back.” Goku nervously looked up as he put down the piece of toast he had been gnawing on only to move into his classic ‘Son Goku’ pose, eye closed and hand rubbing the back of his head.
“Sorry, Vegeta!” He tapped Goten’s hand away from the food and looked at him expectantly. The small version of Goku copied his fathers stance.

“Sorry!” Vegeta waved the boy off.

“I was done with it anyway.” Goten’s eyes lit up as he glanced from the plate to Vegeta and back again. Vegeta sighed and nodded his head.

“Yes!” Vegeta watch with little interest as the boy wolfed down the food with gusto.

“So!” Vegeta’s attention switched to Goku, who popped pieces of egg and sausage into his mouth between words. “Where’s Bulma?” Vegeta shrugged as he watched his son rush into the kitchen, there annoying childish laugher filling the room as they raced around the table, competing for the remains of his breakfast. Their more Saiyan then he first thought.

“A meeting of some sort.” Vegeta shrugged as he watched Goku pop another sausage into his mouth. Taking in the movement of his lips, the grizzle of juices the leaked from the corner of his mouth. He tore his eyes away.

“Oh…That makes sense.” Goku tapped his boot nervously on the floor. “So…You wanna spar?” Vegeta nodded his head. Ah yes, another routine. Sparing with the thing that teased him in his mind. The thing that brought his to the edges of ecstasy and beyond. But only in his mind. Always to leave when he opened his eyes, fleeing into the back of his mind, dragging satisfaction along with him.

“Dad?” He snapped out of his daze and looked down at his boy. “I said see you later. Are you okay?”

He reached down and patted the boy on his lavender head. “Go on to school, Boy.” Trunks smiled, a smile that was eerily similar to his own. Laughing, the boys ran out the door yelling and screaming about tag or what have you. He turned to gaze at the classic ‘Son’ smile.

“Ready to go?” Goku reached out and placed his hand on Vegeta’s arm. The rough texture of his hands, the warmth of his skin…

“Yes…” Goku smiled and raised his fingers to his head. With a flash, the kitchen was empty.


He moved with precision, blocking and punching, twisting and kicking. Countering each movement the taller Saiyan made with one of his own. Sweat glistened in the sun on Goku’s body, the rippling of muscle as he moved. The laboured breaths as he fought to stay in control. A well landed punch to the gut snapped Vegeta out of his thoughts and sent spiralling down to the earth.

“Gosh, Vegeta, are you okay?” Goku landed next to the crater he had just created via Vegeta. The shorter Saiyan coughed up dirt and sat up in his own little hole in the world.

“Just peachy.” Goku reached out and helped him stand, chuckling to himself and moving back into the ‘Son’ pose.

“Your pretty slow today. Some thing on you mind?” Goku’s innocent face turned into a Kakarot smirk and he leaned in. “Or are you just getting old?” Goku flash him a toothy grin as Vegeta swung his fist at the laughing man. “Na na!!!” Goku waved his ass in the air and patted the offending hind end, making a face over his shoulder at Vegeta. “Slow poke!”

Vegeta smirked and shook his head. No more head in the clouds. Time to beat the clown to a pulp.

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He breathed heavily, the sensation taking over his body as rough hands caressed his skin and a teasing mouth nipped at his ear. Pleading whispers and gasping moans filled Vegeta’s head, the voice bagging him to take the writhing man before him. He moaned out loud as the nips turned to kisses and traveled down to his chest. Vegeta clenched his eyes tighter.

‘No…no, not yet…’ The fingers against his skin began to feel more silky, the lips the kissed and nipped his neck gave way to more female shape.

‘No! No don’t wake up!’ The panting moans of the spiky haired man turned into lust filled giggles of his wife. He cursed to himself as he was forced to open his eyes. Bulma looked down at him, a lusty smirk on her face. He must have touched her in his sleep.

“If you wanted more, Vegeta, you should have told me.” She smiled and kissed him softly as she moved to straddle him. He sighed again. All hopes of satisfaction fleeing with the vision of Kakarot, back into the back of his head.

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Ring Master: Well?

Vegeta: Well what?

Ring Master: You likey?

Vegeta: No.

Ring Master: What? Why?

Vegeta: To short! And I didn't get what I wanted!

Goku: I got sausage!

RM & Vegeta: >_>;;;

Goku: ?

Ring Master: *sighs* It looks much longer when its in a word file...

Vegeta: Thats no excuse!

Ring Master: *bows head* I will fix the shortness in the future chapters! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, Ladies and gentlemen! We'll be back after a breif intermission! *holds crop and glares at Vegeta*

Vegeta: *runs*