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Vegeta The Schoolgirl	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Vegeta The Schoolgirl
- 2-movie night
- 1
- 2
An August Fool�s Special

By Sefiru

Pairing: Goku/Vegeta

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: AU, crack, yaoi, crack, oral, crossdressing,
crack.

Summary: Vegeta is forced to pose as a high school girl.
Hijinks ensue.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed part one � you talked me
into it ^^ (though I also needed to take a break from the other fic). *hands
out ten-foot poles*

***

Movie Night

***

�� Vegeta rifled
through his wardrobe for something less ludicrous than the sailor suit uniform.
Unfortunately, his father (or his father�s spymaster) had not considered the
possibility of his going anywhere other than school in his female guise. All he
had was blue pleated skirts and white blouses. There was nothing for it: he was
going to have to face that baffling and esoteric female art known as Shopping.
He picked up the phone, cleared his throat to settle his girl voice in place,
and dialed.

�� Hey, Bulma,
it�s Vegeta �. Good, thanks. Guess what � I�ve got a date with Goku! � I guess
something about me caught his eye. Anyway, I�ve got nothing but these stupid
uniforms � Yeah. Is tomorrow after school good? � Thanks, Bulma.� He hung up
feeling faintly amused with himself. When his father first ordered this
charade, he had flown into a rage which led to a hasty remodeling of the
ancestral family home. Now he was voluntarily expanding on the role; and all
for the chance of getting laid.

***

�� The following
day was as stultifying as any other day at school. The Namek literature teacher
managed to make a text from Shakespeare, made up entirely of crude insults,
sound about as racy as the tax code. Vegeta amused himself during math by
writing half of the answers upside down; at lunch he faced down the Brussels
sprouts of sulfurous doom. He didn�t share any classes with Goku, so the most
he got was a smoldering look across the cafeteria or a flick of the tail in the
hall. He waited until the end of the day to tell Nappa of his plans: �Hey
�Dad�, I�m going shopping with a friend. See you at dinner.� He hung up on
Nappa�s squawk and dropped his phone in his bookbag.

�� Bulma caught up
with him at the school gate and they decamped to the mall. �I�ve got a few
ideas of what to look for,� the blue-haired girl said. �I mean, you�re not the
type to go all frills and lace.�

�� Hn. No. But I�d
like something a little more girly.� And no one must ever know I just said that.

�� And since
you�re, uh,�

�� Flat as a
board.� It was the major weak point of his disguise. �Think you can add some
shape without making me top-heavy?�

�� Bulma nodded vigorously. �A touch of lace,
a little gather at the neck; oh, and a tailored jacket to define the waist � I
know just the look for you.�

�� The things he
did to get some tail. �You aren�t jealous about this date, are you?�

�� Ew, no. It
would be like dating my brother.� Bulma wrinkled her nose.

�� Then lead on,
McDuff.�

�� Bulma laughed,
and pointed dramatically at the mall entrance. �And damned be she who first
cries hold, enough!�

***

�� He returned to
his home several hours later, weighed down with garments of all kinds and quite
a bit lighter in the wallet; this was the arsenal he would use to turn Goku�s
mind into mush. Nappa was waiting for him when he came in, and greeted him with
an apoplectic shriek.

�� What in Kami�s
name is that?�

�� It�s a shopping
bag, you imbecile.� One which bore the logo of a well-known lingerie retailer,
in fact. While Nappa was still spluttering on the mat, Vegeta stalked up to his
room to put on sweatpants.

***

�� Friday passed by
in a blur. He found another note in his locker at lunch hour: �Meet me at the
Kame House Cinema at six. I�m bringing the lube. � K.� His panties were
uncomfortably tight for the rest of the day. Bulma teased him about being so
out of it. But he hardly cared; Goku, the most handsome, most built (and
secretly gayest) hunk in the school, was his for the taking. And he could
finally get rid of his pesky virginity.

�� When school let
out he went home and immediately shut himself in his room. He rushed through
what passed for his homework, then stepped into the shower to start preparing
for his date.

�� His outfit was
the result his and Bulma�s careful plotting. First, a fresh pair of support
panties. Then the deep blue skirt, shorter than his school skirt; a matching
camisole with just a touch of lace and gather, which, as Bulma had said, gave
illusory volume to his chest. Over it, he had a white denim jacket that flared
at the hip and made him look like he had a waist. The usual ankle socks with lace
trim, and patent leather ballet flats. For the first time in his life he was
wearing jewelry, a simple shell pendant, as well as another tail ribbon, which
was turquoise rather than pink. He had had quite enough pink. Finally, and
absolutely essential given his lack of pockets, a purse of fake snakeskin. He
surveyed his reflection and nodded. If
that doesn�t blow Goku�s mind, I�ll eat my socks.

�� Now, for a test
run. He made his way downstairs, where Nappa was reading the business news and
drinking coffee. He did a gratifying spit take when he saw the young prince.
�Vegeta! What is the meaning of this?�

�� I�m going out.
Like a normal person.�

�� But � but �
King Kold � the contract � �

�� Vegeta snorted.
�Like the school is any safer.� And he could fight perfectly well in a skirt,
if he had to. He slinked to the door, waving his tail behind him. �Don�t wait
up.� The door closed on whatever Nappa was going to answer.

�� He arrived in
front of the cinema five minutes before the appointed time and leaned against a
wall to wait. A short time later, he spotted the black hair spikes above the
crowd. �Hey, Goku,� he called. He knew the precise moment when the athlete saw
him, because Goku�s eyes bugged out like saucers. Vegeta smirked, checked that
nobody was watching him speak, and continued in his normal voice, �See
something you like, Kakarott?�

�� Uh � ah �� He
really wasn�t the sharpest pencil in the box, but then that wasn�t why Vegeta
was seeing him. Was he ever seeing him. In skin-tight, hip-hugging jeans, and
an orange muscle shirt that had to be made of spray paint. Vegeta growled and
pulled Goku�s head down for a kiss, at the same time squeezing that delicious
ass.

�� So, shall we?�

�� Well, uh, I
thought we could go for pizza first.�

�� You had better
not mean Pizza Hut.�

�� Goku shuddered.
�Oh, please. I take food seriously, and pizza even seriouser.�

�� Is that a
word?�

�� Hey, football
player here. I is educated good.� All right, now he was just yanking Vegeta�s
chain.

�� The pizza
place, which was just across from the theater, had actual tables and chairs
made of honest-to-goodness wood. There were crisp white tablecloths on every
table, giant pepper grinders rising like minarets above them. Vegeta surprised
himself by being impressed. �And for a minute I thought you were being a
cheapass about this.�

�� Like I said,
serious.� Goku studied the menu. �Too bad we�re too young to get wine � uh,
aren�t we?�

�� Vegeta grinned.
�If I told you I�d have to kill you.�

�� Thought it might
be like that.�

�� It�s all
disgustingly legal, by the way. I don�t even get the glamour of a crook on the
run.�

�� Goku snorted. The
waiter (there only seemed to be one) approached their table; �Ah, signore Kakarott,�
he said in an affected Italian accent. �What may I bring-a you and-a your
companion?�

�� Ditch the fake
accent, Yamcha, you sound like Super Mario. Um, a large Godfather�s Special,
please.�

�� Vegeta was about
to protest Goku ordering for him when the waiter turned to him. �And for
yourself, miss?�

�� The basil
mushroom. Personal size,� Vegeta said. And as the waiter left, �How are you not
spherical by now?�

�� Fast
metabolism?�

***

�� The pizza was,
indeed, excellent. And the sight of Goku slurping up trailing strings of cheese
did interesting things below Vegeta�s belt. They emerged from the restaurant in
time to join the growing queue in front of the theater. �I�ll get the tickets,�
Goku said.

�� Is this an
attempt at chivalry?�

�� Nah, employee
discount.� They reached the front of the line, and the shrimp in the ticket box
greeted them with,

�� What, Goku, you
finally got a date? About time.�

�� Totally worth
the wait, Krillin.� Goku scratched the back of his neck.

�� Vegeta
unaccountably felt his face heat up. To compensate, he growled, �I should make
you wait longer for a lame line like that.� Goku just grinned at him.

�� They spent the
next two hours watching giant robots tear each other to pieces on screen, and
groping each other under cover of darkness. Once the credits rolled, Goku led
Vegeta through a door marked Staff Only, and from there up two flights of
stairs to an unremarkable door with a green card hanging from the doorknob.
Goku flipped the card over to a red Do Not Disturb, and held the door open for
Vegeta.

�� Inside was
shabbily furnished with TV and stand, coffee table, rug and battered futon. The
walls were lined with bookshelves covered with drop cloths.

�� What are all
these shelves?� Vegeta asked, dropping the girl voice now that they were in
private.

�� Goku locked the
door. �It�s the boss�s porn collection. Don�t ask.�

�� Vegeta picked up
a DVD case that was lying on top of the television. �I was an ice-jin sex slave?�

�� Seriously,
don�t ask.�

�� Vegeta shrugged
and kicked his shoes into the corner. Then he flopped down on the futon and
crossed his arms. �All right. Off with it.�

�� Goku grinned.
�Yes, sir!� He pulled off his shoes and socks � there was no way to make that
sexy � and then peeled the muscle shirt over his head. Vegeta licked his lips.
Slick, sculpted, steaming skin � Goku unbuttoned the back of his pants, then
the front. Then he bent over to give Vegeta a prime view of his butt and tail
as he slid his jeans down.

�� Vegeta�s own
tail was bristled out from root to tip. He reached out for Goku�s wrist and
pulled him down on the futon. �My turn.� He took off those ridiculous lacy
socks, and then shed his jacket. Goku�s eyes were saucer-wide again; his chest
was rising and falling sharply, and his cock (tasty, tasty cock) was twitching
with every breath. Smirking, Vegeta reached under his skirt and pulled his
panties down. His cock immediately sprang free and made a tent in the front of
his skirt.

�� Goku groaned.
�Fuck, I can�t take it anymore.� He rolled onto his elbows and knees, tail
arched over his back. Reaching under the end of the futon, he came up with a
bottle of lube. �Do me now, Vegeta.�

�� I don�t know.�
Vegeta squeezed lube onto his fingers and pressed them to Goku�s hole; it
almost seemed to suck them in. �I still have to get you for that worth the wait
comment.� But his voice was ragged, and he knew Goku wasn�t fooled. He squeezed
out more lube and smeared it on his cock. He�d been hard for the last three
hours and he was not going to put this off any longer. He lined up the tip of
his cock with Goku�s hole and pushed �

�� and reading
about this on the internet didn�t do this justice. Goku was tight and moist and
hot inside. His muscles milked Vegeta�s shaft of their own accord. Kami, he
wasn�t going to last long � and by the sound of it, neither was Goku. His moans
were jumbled with incoherent begging. Well, since he was asking so nicely �
Vegeta grasped the firm, toned hips and thrust in with all his strength. Goku
screamed. Oh, yes. Vegeta could feel the climax building already, his skirt
brushing across Goku�s back with every stroke. Goku suddenly locked up around
him, shooting seed across the floor and rippling his inner muscles. That was
too much; Vegeta shot deep into Goku�s body as stars exploded across his
vision.

�� He came off his
high, panting, and pulled out. Goku had turned into a Saiyan-shaped puddle on
the futon, and Vegeta curled up around him. With his girl-voice he said, �Manly
enough for you?�

�� The only
response was a satisfied purr.

***

Somehow this feels like an episode of Ranma � �

Updates of �Vegeta Doth Protest Too Much� will resume in two
weeks.

��
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