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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,692
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.I am making no profit from this.
Cat Fight
Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A.
A/N: Okay, both main characters are going to seem extremely immature.
Rated – R
Warnings – Language, OOC
Pairings – None
Cat Fight
Chichi tiredly brushed the hair away from her face as she went to answer the incessant knocking at the door. Who ever was there, and she had a sneaking suspicion who it was, was going to get an ear full. It was not even 5 am, for Kami’s sake!
As an after thought, she grabbed up the fire poker from its place before answering the door. “WHAT!?” She screamed as she finally opened the door on a very enraged looking Vegeta.
“Where’s Kakarott?” There was a deceptive calm in the extremely RUDE (at least in Chichi’s opinion) alien’s voice.
Glancing up at her front door she noticed the damaged left there by the brutes beating. Suddenly she settled for being petty instead of angry. “What?”
“Kakarott.” Vegeta restated his question.
“Who?” Chichi asked seemingly innocent.
“Ka-ka-rott.” Vegeta tried to slow it down. Perhaps the harpy was not fully awake yet.
“What are you talking about?” Chichi resisted the urge to yawn.
“KAKAROTT! Your husband, you moron!” Did this woman not realize he was in a hurry?
“Oh, you mean ‘GO-KU’?” Chichi asked in an immature manner, placing the tip of the fire poker threateningly at Vegeta’s chest.
Which he grabbed and bent almost in half while answering. “Yes.” He still did not believe she would have had to audacity to do such a thing had she been in her right mind. (If she ever was in her right mind, he amended to himself.) He threw the useless weapon to the ground.
“Say his name, and maybe I’ll tell you what I know.” Chichi teased. This had been a long standing point of contention between them.
He felt like he did not have time for these games, but what other choice did he have? “Kakarott.”
“NO! His REAL name.” Chichi explained.
“That IS his real name.” Vegeta defended his belief.
“Is it really so difficult to say ‘Goku’?” Chichi asked, a sadistic gleam in her eyes.
“I’ll say it, if you call me Vegeta no Ouji.” Vegeta said arrogantly. He knew he had won this one. The harpy would never call him by his title.
“I guess you’ll never find out what I know then.” Chichi said triumphantly. The egotistical bastard had no need to know she did not know a thing. Which in itself was an irritating thought.
Vegeta’s fingers started to curl with a strange itch to put them around the bitch’s neck. “You’ll tell me or I’ll…” Suddenly his threat trailed off as his attention was drawn away. He looked back smugly at Kakarott’s ‘mate’ before taking off at a reckless speed.
Chichi slammed the door on his ki trail in her frustration. It was not until she turned around she noticed both boys standing at the end of the hallway. Goten was leaning up against his big brother’s leg for support, his eyes closed, and Gohan was trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. “Who was that Mom?” He asked.
“The most annoying man on Earth.” Chichi stated evenly as she walked towards the kitchen. “Since we are all up, who wants pancakes?” She asked her boys. She smiled at the tired but enthusiastic response she got from them.
~o0o~
Goku looked out over the fishing hole he had selected excitedly. The water was so thick with fish it seemed as though he could walk on it without the aid of his ki.
The salmon run was good this year.
A/N: Okay, both main characters are going to seem extremely immature.
Rated – R
Warnings – Language, OOC
Pairings – None
Cat Fight
Chichi tiredly brushed the hair away from her face as she went to answer the incessant knocking at the door. Who ever was there, and she had a sneaking suspicion who it was, was going to get an ear full. It was not even 5 am, for Kami’s sake!
As an after thought, she grabbed up the fire poker from its place before answering the door. “WHAT!?” She screamed as she finally opened the door on a very enraged looking Vegeta.
“Where’s Kakarott?” There was a deceptive calm in the extremely RUDE (at least in Chichi’s opinion) alien’s voice.
Glancing up at her front door she noticed the damaged left there by the brutes beating. Suddenly she settled for being petty instead of angry. “What?”
“Kakarott.” Vegeta restated his question.
“Who?” Chichi asked seemingly innocent.
“Ka-ka-rott.” Vegeta tried to slow it down. Perhaps the harpy was not fully awake yet.
“What are you talking about?” Chichi resisted the urge to yawn.
“KAKAROTT! Your husband, you moron!” Did this woman not realize he was in a hurry?
“Oh, you mean ‘GO-KU’?” Chichi asked in an immature manner, placing the tip of the fire poker threateningly at Vegeta’s chest.
Which he grabbed and bent almost in half while answering. “Yes.” He still did not believe she would have had to audacity to do such a thing had she been in her right mind. (If she ever was in her right mind, he amended to himself.) He threw the useless weapon to the ground.
“Say his name, and maybe I’ll tell you what I know.” Chichi teased. This had been a long standing point of contention between them.
He felt like he did not have time for these games, but what other choice did he have? “Kakarott.”
“NO! His REAL name.” Chichi explained.
“That IS his real name.” Vegeta defended his belief.
“Is it really so difficult to say ‘Goku’?” Chichi asked, a sadistic gleam in her eyes.
“I’ll say it, if you call me Vegeta no Ouji.” Vegeta said arrogantly. He knew he had won this one. The harpy would never call him by his title.
“I guess you’ll never find out what I know then.” Chichi said triumphantly. The egotistical bastard had no need to know she did not know a thing. Which in itself was an irritating thought.
Vegeta’s fingers started to curl with a strange itch to put them around the bitch’s neck. “You’ll tell me or I’ll…” Suddenly his threat trailed off as his attention was drawn away. He looked back smugly at Kakarott’s ‘mate’ before taking off at a reckless speed.
Chichi slammed the door on his ki trail in her frustration. It was not until she turned around she noticed both boys standing at the end of the hallway. Goten was leaning up against his big brother’s leg for support, his eyes closed, and Gohan was trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. “Who was that Mom?” He asked.
“The most annoying man on Earth.” Chichi stated evenly as she walked towards the kitchen. “Since we are all up, who wants pancakes?” She asked her boys. She smiled at the tired but enthusiastic response she got from them.
~o0o~
Goku looked out over the fishing hole he had selected excitedly. The water was so thick with fish it seemed as though he could walk on it without the aid of his ki.
The salmon run was good this year.