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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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Goku was mad.

His thoughts simmered with heat that rivaled what the stove was doing for his ramen. So he
finally had a name and a face to go with the scent. A Watanabe Yuri. Some businessman
associate of Burma’s of the utmost importance. Someone she called herself trying to merge into
her company for at least 2 years. Someone would could benefit and in turn benefit others with
his technology produced by his own ecologically minded company. Edge breaking technology
that was environment friendly.

He didn’t care if the technology was made of gold, silver and precious gems.

He didn’t like the man. Wouldn’t like the man. And detested that the same man liked Bejita. He
wasn’t even a Saiyajin! Some ningen businessman that knew of the Prince all of 36 hours,
decided that he would start to court him. The nerve! If he were a Saiyajin, he would have seen
the fruitlessness in this and smelled Goku’s scent all over him. Or felt Goku’s power level and
known he was no match. But as it stood, he could do no such thing.

Pitiful human.

The Earth Saiyajin immediately winced as soon as the thought went through his mind. At least
Bejita would be proud of him in one aspect. He was starting to think more and more like a
Saiyajin. And while he had always prided himself on his humanity, the thought of hurting that
man was getting more and more entertaining the more he thought about it.

But at least Bejita didn’t seem interested in him. After all, he had insulted the man and stopped
talking to him. The Prince still talked to him and paid him more attention. Goku’s chest puffed
out at the thought. He stood a better chance. Though, that didn’t mean that the man would give
up. Goku knew, that humans had a bad habit of being ridiculously hard to get rid of. He’d seen it
in enough movies. Plus, he was raised like a human and he was damn near permanent.

As he removed his ramen from the pot and into a bowl, the orange Saiyajin started to think of his
own ways to court Bejita. It certainly wouldn’t be something like getting him flowers. Whatever
he brought him was probably already in that yard already in triples.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Bejita debated whether or not to bang his head into the wall next to the vid. phone. He knew he
was attractive, he knew that because he had been told, and groped and fondled and drooled over
on more than one occasion while he was living on Fureezer’s ship. So many different types,
shapes, colors and extremities had brushed up against his backside so many times. And he had
learned to deal with it. Those he was strong enough to beat down, he did. Those he wasn’t he
sure tried anyway.

But this, this rivaled that time one of Fureezer’s associates had tried to court him by blowing up
a planet for him. Unfortunately, he was completely the opposite of Bejita’s taste, and his gesture
had done nothing but made the Prince feel like he was some weak female that had to have things
done for them.

Good lord, fucking jungle of a front yard, smart-ass businessman can’t keep his hormones to
himself. And that orange idiot that can’t keep himself to himself. Things weren’t so damn
troublesome when I was fucking dead dammit!

Yes, banging his head into the wall sounded like a great idea. And maybe, if he was really lucky,
he’d knock himself out. Or he’d wake up from this and it’d all be some horrible, long, drawn-out
dream and he’d still be back on Bejita-sei.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Dammit. Still conscious.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thu-ap.

The hell–?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Goku smiled down at his Prince as he held his forehead in his hand. Bejita had been harming
himself, and the Earth Saiyajin didn’t want him to give himself a headache like that. He wasn’t
really sure what he was trying to do, knocking his head into the wall like that, and he was
tempted to join in himself to see what the appeal was. But he thought better of it and just tugged
the other male over to share his ramen with.

Grumbling all the way, the alien Prince complied and allowed himself to be led over to the table.
Food would make that scowl on his face go away. And then maybe he would let him claim him
once he was reminded that Goku could take good care of him after all.

The Earth Saiyajin waited anxiously for the other male to partake of the cooked noodles. He
could hardly keep from bouncing in his seat. His coal eyes glued to the chopsticks Bejita was
using to gather the noodles and put them up to his mouth.

Just a little more...A little more...

“ Oof! “

“ DAMN! “

Goku could have cried.

One of Burma’s cleaning robots, the one with the messed up fire detector, had smelled Goku
cooking and was rushing from wherever it was to come see if there was a fire to put out. In it’s
rush, the large, cylindral unit had bumped into the back of Bejita’s chair; forcing his ramen
container out of his hands and onto the table.

But that wasn’t Goku’s main concern at the moment. In his cursing, he had brought attention to
himself. And the Prince had found him out. He stood up abruptly, causing his chair to fall over
and pointed accusingly at him.

“ Aha! Trying to capture my interest with a meal, were you?! Well it didn’t work! You quit
trying to mate me baka! I don’t want a mate, and once more, I don’t need a mate! “

“ But I can take good care of you better than anyone else can! I’m stronger than anyone else!
And I can beat that Watanabe-bakemono into a bloody pulp and hand him to you! Why won’t
you mate me?! “

Sputtering and doing his best to keep from falling over, Bejita flushed and took a deep breath to
calm himself. “ You know what, you’re right. Out off all those things you just listed, I can’t find
a thing that would make me not want to be your mate. “

“ You serious?! “ ^^

“ Facetious. “ --;;

“ Oh. Kuso. “ uu;;

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It had taken all day, but Bejita had finally gotten away from Goku’s sight and escaped into his
room. The Earth Saiyajin was determined to keep him away from the Yuri-bakemono. What he
didn’t know, or perhaps did and just ignored, was that Bejita was more concerned with getting
away from the Kakarot-bakemono.

Hormones...are punishments for having sex. The alien Prince decided as he recovered his prized
instrument from under his bed. Removing it from the case and making sure the strings were in
tune, he went begin strumming, onto hear a tapping sound at his window.

He blinked. Then held still to see if he heard the noise again. He did. Craning his neck up and
around, he sweatdropped at what he saw.

A messenger bot with the words “ ECO-MIND “ across it’s front was waving at him. Sighing as
he put his guitar down, he went to the window and opened it. “ What is it? “

The bot pressed a button on its side and the screen on it’s front came to life. Then a little red
light glowed brightly near its head. And for a moment, the Prince was blinded. His hands went
up to block anymore such attacks on his vision. Only to discover that the little robot was gone.
Idly he wondered if he blasted it instinctively. But there were no fragments of it around
anywhere.

Then it hit him.

That thing hadn’t been a messenger bot. It was a picture bot. And it had just taken a picture of
him and his room.

“ WHAT THE FUCK–?! “

CRASH!

He really should hang out with less Saiyajins. Honestly, he had to find another race, though not
superior, to spend his time around. Kakarot had knocked his door down as soon as he made his
exclamation. He was now in fully SSJ mode, looking around his room murderously, and had one
heavily muscled arm tight around his waist. Sighing, he crossed his arms and shook his head.
There was no use getting mad anymore. “ Kakarot...We gotta stop meeting like this. “

Not that he thought the big, orange, idiot had heard him or paid him any attention. He was too
busy sniffing and feeling around for the offending cause of his discomfort. Abruptly, his head
snapped to the window and he stuck his head out of it sniffing. Bejita entertained the idea of
booting him out of it. But Kakarot would just float, it took the fun out of it.

Hearing the other Saiyajin growl threateningly, the alien Prince looked over his shoulder to see
just what the hell he was doing. The Earth Saiyajin pushed him back though, and forced himself
through the window. “ Stay! “ He ordered, then IT’ed off somewhere.

Bejita huffed indignantly. He most certainly would not stay. He would...He would...He’d put his
guitar away and he’d go practice shooting targets with that damn tropical forest of a front yard.
And once he put his instrument away, he made his way to the lower level; mumbling under his
breath the whole time while unfortunate bots skittered out of his way. “ Ch’. Who the hell does
he think he is? Telling me to stay like I’m his mate! I’m nobody’s but my own! Fucking hard-headed, orange, idiotic, over hormonal Earth Saiyajin–GET THE HELL OUTTA MY WAY! “

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Goku had followed the robot until he was just too mad and ripped it apart. Piece by piece. By his
teeth. Then, while he was chewing on a piece of metal, he caught the scent that the bot had been
covered in. He had trailed off towards a large, white building with white smoke coming from
some smoke stacks near the back and a few on the far left side of it. It big, blue letters on the
roof of what guessed was where most of the work was done were the words “ ECO-MIND “.

A growl bubbled up in his throat once again. Despite the white smoke in the air that smelled like
lightening, he could still pick up the smell he hated. And soon locked onto his small,
insignificant, nonexistent power level. Bursting into SSJ4 in anger, and to scare the other man
with his appearance, power and size, the previously orange Saiyajin IT’ed straight into his office.

He appeared sitting Indian style on a long, board-room style table. The chairs where men had
been sitting swiveling in place from their fast departure. But Goku could care less about them.
He wanted the blue-eyed, black-suited man in front of him. And not in the same way he wanted
Bejita.

His hand shot out to grab the terrified man by the front of his, no doubt over-expensive suit. “
GET OVER HERE! “ And yank him forward into his face.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Yuri Watanabe thought he was having a really good day. After all, he had sent his brand-new
beloved an immense garden of flowers and gotten to speak to him over the phone for a little
while. And it was just as he suspected, the man was just a gorgeous today as he was yesterday.

Yet there was the matter of that other man that were there with him. He wondered who he was
and what his relationship was with him. And so he had sent one of his Photobots off to collect
data. Normally they were used to track animals and the condition of the environment. But it was
his money, his company and his technology and he could do what he wanted with it.

The Photobot had yet to return by the time his board meeting had started, but he wasn’t worried.
Maybe it was collecting some tantalizing shots of his love in his natural environment; not to
mention his natural state.

But alas, it was not to be, as his good day was shot straight to hell faster than a flicker by the
appearance of a wild, enraged looking...monster of a man. He let out a very manly squeak as he
was grabbed and pulled even closer to him. He could practically see his death in the other man’s
wild, yellow eyes.

And his eyes weren’t the only thing yellow in the office; as Yuri was coming to realize by the
wetness that ran down his leg. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the end.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Goku hadn’t known what he was going to do when he arrived and finally had his hands on the
man. And he didn’t know what the man would do when he had Goku’s hands on him. But of all
the things he could have done–

Soiling himself was not one of them.

Goku lifted the man up to look at the trail of wetness going down his leg and dripping onto the
floor. He grinned predatorily at the frightened male in his hand.

Wow! No wonder Bejita-chan likes being a Saiyajin so much. This is fun! I should have done this
a long time ago! More fights would have been more fun!

But he had to hide his delight. It was time to be big and bad. So far he had succeeded. Quite
proud of himself, he was. He’dof given himself a pat on the back if he could do so without
breaking his “ Bad motherfucker “ image he was giving off. As it was, he shook the man slightly
to make sure he had his attention. When he whimpered and tried to curl up, Goku was sure he
was being attentive.

“ Look at you...you’re not even worth killing. “

A blue eye peeked open. “ A...are you going to let me go? “

“ Shut up! “

Another whimper and the eye shut.

“ Pitiful, stupid human. Trying to take my Bejita-chan away from me. With your petty money
and stupid assortment of weeds. I should break your body in half and use you as fertilizer.
Maybe throw you down one of those white-smoke spewing...uh...”

Yuri’s eye peeked open again. “ Smokestacks? “

“ Yeah, smokestacks, thanks. Hey! Don’t try and distract me! I’m warning you! Stay away from
Bejita-chan or I’ll make you wish you were thrown into one of those things! “

With one more rough shake, Goku released the man and threw him into his chair. Which rolled
backwards and into the glass behind him. The window broke and Yuri fell through. But luckily,
the particular board room he was in was on the second floor and his fall was broken by a very
large, and somewhat deep water decoration.

As he came up for air, the very cause of him being put through the window stood at the edge of
the floor and grinned down at him. He gave a little two-fingered salute, then disappeared from
his sight.

Yuri blinked a few times and numbly let himself be pulled out of the water by a few guards near
the entrance; wondering if the whole thing had happened or not.

“ Are you alright sir? “ One guard asked.

Yuri shakily pointed to the window he had fallen out of it. “ D-d-d-did you just see that?! There
was a man...He threw me out the window! “

Both of them looked to where he was pointing, then to the man and sighed. “ Sir...perhaps you
should consider some vacation time? “
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