Private Property

“Capsule Corps, this is Bulma Briefs speaking. How may I help you?” a chipper Bulma answered the phone.



“Bulma, it’s Chichi. Have you seen Goku around? The last I heard was that he was sparing with Vegeta, but that was two weeks ago. I mean I know he takes off sometimes but…” she trailed off in a worried tone.



Bulma shifted the receiver so it was resting on her shoulder. “No Chi, I haven’t. I could talk with Vegeta though and call you back if you like?”



“Yeah thanks Bulma. That would be great. Get back to me soon. Bye.” Bulma hung up the phone.



Getting up and stretching a moment she walked around the side of her lab to Vegeta’s gravity room. She had moved it here for convenience. It seemed she was always fixing it anyway. Taking a deep breath she readied herself for the snappiness from her ex-lover. “Vegeta, I need you to come out. It’s important.” She said pressing the intercom button. Hearing a couple ki blasts, a curse, and a growl in response she didn’t think that it was going to happen, until a moment later she heard the machine power down. A sweaty slightly annoyed looking Vegeta opened the door. Leaning on the door frame he crossed his arms in impatience.



Bulma took a breath. She hated bringing up Goku to the man. “Have you seen Goku? He’s been missing for a bit now.”



“Hn.” Vegeta replied. “Am I suddenly that clown’s keeper?” Vegeta rolled his eyes and started to turn around. Looking back over his shoulder he saw a slightly dejected Bulma.



“What else is it you’re wanting woman?”



“Well,” she started shyly “I was thinking that you could do me a favor.” She grinned. “Would you find him for me? Since you know, you’re so amazing at locating people’s ki’s.” She knew that stroking his ego would help.



Vegeta smirked. “Very well woman I shall locate Kakarot for you. Just make sure your mother is making dinner tonight.”



Bulma squealed and hugged Vegeta. “Thanks a ton. Chichi is going to be so relieved!”



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Vegeta blasted into the air. Finding Kakarot was going to be a cake walk. The man’s energy usually screamed out to Vegeta like a neon sign in the dark night. Usually.



This was one of those times when it didn’t happen. Furrowing his brows he growled in annoyance. So Kakarot was masking his ki then? Fine. Vegeta knew where to start looking.



Flying to the look-out a he landed in front of an expecting Piccolo. “Green Bean,” Vegeta asked impatiently, “Where is Kakarot?”



Piccolo merely grinned.



Vegeta growled dangerously, “I was sent to go find that damn baka by his harpy of a wife you idiot! He’s missing! Now tell me where Kakarot is before I…”



“I can’t.” Piccolo answered “Even Dende needs to be able to sense someone ki to locate them. Goku is clearly hiding. Trust me, Chichi already asked personally.” He crossed his arms and smirked. “Looks like you’re going to have to do it the old fashioned way.”



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Vegeta tried looking everywhere. Kami Island, the sparring grounds, Goku’s favorite restaurants, and it turned up nothing. Soon two weeks turned into two months and two months turned into six. Chichi and Bulma had even tried wishing him home with the Dragon Balls, but the Dragon said that he refused to come home. At least they knew he was alive.



Every night Vegeta would lie in bed in search of Kakarot’s ki before bed. Sometimes he would lay there for hours. He knew that the younger man would slip up sometime and raise his ki just a bit. When he did, Vegeta would be ready.



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It happened suddenly one day. Vegeta was going through his evening routine and felt it.



“Kakarot!” he yelled practically leaping out of the bathroom.



“Ugh! Dad! Ever hear of a towel?” Surprised, Trunks shielded his face away from his dripping wet and naked father.



“Out of my way boy, I’ve located Kakarot!” Vegeta sprang up the stairs to his room. After hastily throwing on some clothes he took off out his bedroom window.



Trunks stood blinking in the hallway. “Well I was going to tell you dinner was ready but….” He trailed off and wandered back to the kitchen.



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Vegeta landed in a very shady looking part of town. It was dark, wet and smelled of trouble. Looking around Vegeta saw something that instantly told him where the man he was looking for was located. Being hauled out on a stretcher with a clearly broken nose was a large sweaty fat man. Vegeta smirked and headed into the building.



It was a club of sorts. The music was loud and pumping. There were men and women dancing, grinding and clearly have sex elsewhere as the place reeked with the smell of it. In the center of the club there were two stages with poles. One with a man dancing around it and the other with a woman. What would Kakarot be doing in a place like this?



Furrowing his brow in confusion Vegeta had a seat at the bar. Walking up to him was a sultry looking bartender. She smiled at him and leaned over the bar. “What can I get for you hon?” she asked fluttering her eyelashes. Raising his eyebrow at her Vegeta replied with, “The strongest of whatever you got.” The bartender nodded and wandered off soon bringing back a bright green beverage. She winked as he took the first sip.



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After his sixth glass of the green liquid Vegeta was feeling the effect fully. His regular smirk was transformed into a full on grin. Suddenly the crowd switched over around the stages. Everyone was watching this new man on stage. A glimmer of recognition struck Vegeta. He couldn’t quite decide why so he wandered over to the stage to get a closer look.



The new song that came over the sound system was a loud and metalish sounding. It featured heavy guitar work and it suited the man on stage perfectly. He wore low slung leather pants that were laced up the sides. On his head was a black baseball cap backwards, a small tuft of jet black hair poking out the front. The shirt he wore was a simple dress shirt, but as the vocals to the song started he ripped it open letting the buttons rain down on the excited crowd. The one dollar bills started raining down on the stage.



Vegeta’s eyes were held captive on the man’s beautiful abs. The delicious muscles rolled as the man bucked against the shining metal pole on the glassy black stage. As the guitar solo started two things happened simultaneously. The lacing on the dancer’s pants started to be untied with the help of two other men, and Vegeta felt his pants becoming very tight.



The dancer leaned back on the smiling men stroking each of their chests. He spun around just in time for the pants to fall off his body. Vegeta licked his lips and decided he needed a closer look. Pushing to the front of the crowd he kept his eyes on the skin tight red boxer briefs dancing within his line of vision. The dancer spun around and tossed his dress shirt into the crowd. Gyrating and grinding his crotch into the poll he smiled down at the front row. He was dazzling. Vegeta shifted uncomfortably. His pants were becoming almost unbearable.



As the song started winding down the dancer did as well. He took a bow as he started gathering up the hundreds of bills on the stage. He came close to where Vegeta was standing and took his cap off to start putting the money into it.



Vegeta gasped which caught the dancer’s attention. The hair that popped out from under the hat was the man’s trademark. It stuck up everywhere as it took shape. “K-Kakarot!”

Vegeta stuttered in surprise. “Vegeta!” Goku said at the same time.



“What are you doing here?” again they both asked at the same time.



All Vegeta could do was gape. The man of his desire was Kakarot?



Goku sighed in defeat,” Well come on then.” He started walking towards the back of the club with Vegeta stumbling after him.



Upon entering the back, Goku went into his dressing room and closed the door after Vegeta. “Have a seat.” He said gesturing to the couch on the other side of the room.



Vegeta was dazed. Kakarot was a stripper? The world didn’t seem right at the moment. He watched as the younger sayian tossed on a tee-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. Goku walked over to the couch and plopped down on it sighing heavily.



“What do you want Vegeta?” he asked in a dejected tone of voice. This broke Vegeta out of his stupor.



“What the hell are you doing…dancing…working…Why are you here!?” he stumbled over his words.



Goku rolled his eyes at him. “To make money.” He said flatly.



Vegeta growled. “You know what I mean. Why aren’t you at home with your harpy of a wife?”

Goku knitted his brows in confusion. “Chichi divorced me 3 months ago. After I refused to come home when she tried to wish me home…”he trailed off.



Vegeta stared at him blankly. “What?” was the only intelligent word that came out of his mouth.



Goku chuckled at this, “I take it she didn’t tell anyone? Somehow I’m not too surprised.” A dawning look of shock fell over Goku’s face. “Have you been looking for me this whole time?”



Vegeta nodded dumbly and swallowed thickly.



“Wow I didn’t know that you care so much Vegeta.” Goku said jokingly.

Vegeta shook his head to clear it. For a moment his head swam. He hastily changed the subject. “Why are you working here though? What happened to all the money you won with the tournaments?”



Goku shrugged. “Chichi took it all in the divorce. I needed money and well seeing as I don’t exactly have many job qualifications I ended up here.” He gestured around. “You know there really isn’t a lot of call for martial artists. Who would have thought?” He said scratching the back of his head laughing.



“Indeed.” Vegeta replied not quite knowing what to say. He shifted in his seat trying not to draw attention himself. He was still rather uncomfortable. Of course as the gods would have it this backfired.



Goku blushed a fierce color of red and coughed, “So uh, I see you enjoyed the show.”

“Enough of this Kakarot, I’m leaving.” Vegeta said embarrassed. He had done what he came for. He found the younger sayian and now he was leaving. He really was. If he could stand up.



Vegeta’s head was swimming. In the shock of seeing Goku he had completely ignored his drunkenness. It was finally coming back to him now though. As Vegeta stood he swayed on his feet. The world was spinning around him. Shaking his head to clear his mind he soon discovered that this was a horrible idea when he fell flat on his face.



Goku sprung up and grabbed Vegeta’s arm to help him off the floor. “Vegeta, are you drunk?” he asked.



Standing wobbly once again Vegeta replied, “Nonsense Kakarot. Sayain’s don’t get drunk off of a simple human drink.”



“Uh huh. So what color was this drink?”



“It was a beautiful blue/green color. Like your eyes when you go Super Sayian.” Vegeta slurred in reply.



“Mmm, Absinthe. Yeah Rosie gave that to me the first night I came here too.” Goku chuckled. “I’m afraid you’ll have to come home with me tonight oh prince of mine. Can’t let you fly like this.”



“Nonsense Kakarot. I’m going home.” Vegeta took about 3 steps and tripped over his own feet. “Perhaps I shall stay the night after all.” He said sheepishly from the floor.



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