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Chess	By : Robyn Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 3133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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. I’m making no profit from this.

Chapter List
- 1-Chess
- 2-Round 1
- 3-Round 2
- 4-Round 3
- 5-Round 4
- 6-Round 5
- 7-Round 6
- 8-Round 7
- 9-Round 8
- 10-Round 9
- 11-Round 10
- 12-Round 11
- 13-Round 12
- 14-Round 13
- 15-Round 14
- 16-Round 15
- 17-Epilogue
- 2
- 3
- 4
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.

I also do not own the song or lyrics One Night in Bangkok by Murry Head.

I had no idea that the song was actually part of a larger stage show named ‘Chess’ written by Benny Andersson, Bjor Ulvaeus and Tim Rice. Which I own no rights to either.

I am not making any money from this work of fanfiction.

A/N- This is actually a G/V get together fic. However, some of the other pairings may surprise you. :)   I think there’s only one cannon couple in here. Obviously VERY A/U.

I hope this is a fun read for anyone who may be interested in such a combination.

Beta’d by Hoshi. Thank you Hoshi!   (And thanks to rdk for catching a few others).

(DBZ/chess (the game, not the play.))

Rating – PG13 – or at least that’s what I was hoping for.

Warnings – OOC, A/U, mentions and kisses of M/M, mentions and kisses of M/F, chess, foul language, some minor roles of OC’s.

Round 2

Krillan pounded on the Briefs siblings’ door, “Hey, Yamcha and I are going out!” he shouted.

He heard some mumbling from the other side and then Goku opened the door enough to stick his head out. “Okay. You two have a good time.”

“You don’t want to go?” Krillan asked, a little disappointed.

“No, I have plans for tonight and as far as I know, Bulma is coming with,” Goku explained.

“Oh, what are you doing?” Krillan asked. If it was more interesting than going to some strange bar with Yamcha then he thought he might change his mind about his own plans.

“We’re going to a chess tournament,” Goku said, smiling at Krillan’s almost instant reaction.

“Ugh,” Krillan stuck out his tongue. “No thanks. I really don’t know what you see in that game.” His friend had found this new passion a couple of years ago and now it seemed he didn’t want to do much of anything else. Well, they did still spar, and often, but video games had gone out the door and no one in the Z fighter gang really stood a chance against Goku, on a rainy day, indoors at the checker-boarded tactic game. The exceptions were Master Roshi or Bulma, but the old pervert usually wanted nothing to do with anything, unless you took his magazines away and Bulma claimed to not want to sit still long enough to finish a game with her brother.

Goku laughed at his friend’s reaction, “Well, I guess you should be happy Yamcha came along then. At least you’ll have someone to spend time with.”

Krillan looked at his friend. “Oh no. It’s one of those long ones, isn’t it?”

Goku nodded, “Just about the whole time we are scheduled to be here.”

Krillan sighed, but knew there wasn’t much of a chance of changing his friend’s mind, “Well, maybe I’ll come watch one night, but there are thousands of things to do and places to explore while we are here. I’ll just check in on you every once in a while.”

“You do have my cell number. I’ll have it turned off during the games, but if I see your number, I’ll be sure to call back during the breaks,” Goku tried to assure with his long time friend.

Krillan smiled, “Okay, well, you two have a good time tonight.”

“Just keep Yamcha out of trouble, please,” Goku begged his friend. The last thing he wanted to do was bail his friends out of a foreign jail.

Krillan laughed. “I’ll do my best,” he reassured Goku.

Goku chuckled in response. Knowing those two? There’d be all sorts of disasters waiting to happen. “You almost ready, Sis?” he asked Bulma.

“Just a bit of touch up,” Krillan heard her reply just as Yamcha stepped out of their shared room.

“Are they coming?” he hollered over to Krillan.

Krillan shook his head in the ex-thief’s direction before he turned his attention back to Goku, “See you two!” he said, before he walked over to Yamcah. “No,” Goku could hear what Krillan had to say, even from this distance, “Chess tournament,” was all the bald monk had to relay.

“Yuck, they need to liven up,” Yamcha said before the two of them headed down the stairs and Goku closed the door.

Bulma stepped out of the bathroom. “Well, what do you think?” she asked while twirling in a manner that might make some ballerinas jealous.

Goku gave her attire a good look. Gold dress, thin not-quite spaghetti straps, semi low cut, long enough to give off the impression of ‘formal’ and not foreign whore. “It’ll do.”

“Goku,” Bulma hissed at her brother.

“What? You are asking the wrong guy. If I had my choice, you’d be in jeans. I know you like Eddie and I can’t do anything about your taste. He’ll like the dress, I am certain.” Goku tried to find a way to appease his sister.

His last statement did get a pleased smile from Bulma, “And that is all I really care about.”

Goku laughed as he opened the door. “Ladies first.”

Bulma stuck her nose in the air comically. “Thank you,” she said adding alto to her voice for a more dramatic effect.

~o0o~

Chichi stood off to an out of the way corner talking to her father on her cell phone, “Oh, we’re okay Daddy. We just ran into a glitch. He doesn’t have the kind of zennie on him to play tonight,” she listened to her father’s offer on the other end. “Okay. I’m not certain even that will help though. The roster is full already…” More communication Vegeta couldn’t quite hear. “Okay.” Chichi hung up her phone sadly.

“Well?” Vegeta asked. He wasn’t fond of the thought of letting the Ox King pay for his way in and if it had been only about the game he would have told Chichi not to even bother asking, but on the way there the Ox King’s daughter had been describing the sort of people who would be there for the night and the nights of the next week. Rich business people: some of them in the technological fields he dearly wanted to rub elbows with.

“He says he could have sponsored you, but if the roster is full then there’s really no way he can get you in to play,” Chichi said. She was rather disappointed herself.   It had been a while since she had been in a situation to be treated like the princess she actually was. She didn’t mind digging in the dirt with her neighbors, but there were supposed to be perks to being royalty. This would have been one of the few times she could have taken advantage of her birthright.

“We could stay and watch,” Chichi started to say, but she could already see Vegeta’s disappointment wouldn’t let him. She started scribbling down her cell phone number to leave with the host, just in case.

“You said they were going to be here for a week? I’ll come back another night when I have time to tell my men what I am up to. I am certain my body guards are wondering if everything is going well,” Vegeta said as he turned into the hallway to leave. He’d left his scouter back at the house they were renting before they’d gone to the Ox-king’s feast, and had yet to retrieve it.

Chichi’s mind went immediately to thoughts of Radditz when Vegeta mentioned his bodyguards. She placed the number under the host’s hand and quickly caught up with Vegeta on his way out down the long, narrow hallway. “Do you mind if I join you?” she asked.

Vegeta didn’t hear her question. They were passing another couple going in the direction of the lounge. There was almost enough space to get by, with the four of them walking a breadth. Almost.

His shoulder brushed against the other young man’s arm as they passed each other. Time seemed to slow, noises dampened, dark gazes met.

Then the couples were past each other, and Chichi’s voice came back, “Vegeta? Can I come with you?” she asked again.

“Huh? Oh, yes. I don’t see why you would want to,” he commented as he held the door open for her.

Chichi blushed. She stammered out, “Well, your bodyguard. The one with the hair…”

Vegeta turned to look at her in disbelief. “Radditz?”

Chichi looked down and blushed even darker. “Yes.”

Vegeta laughed hard, head thrown back. He gathered Chichi’s arm in under his elbow after he got over his surprise. “I would be most pleased if you would come with me to our quarters,” he stated as he started walking down the sidewalk.

It was the first time Chichi had heard the foreign prince laugh. It was infections and she smiled because of it. “Thank you,” she replied and then a gleam came to her eyes, “So, for my sake, tell me about Radditz.”

Vegeta gave her a toothy grin and said, “Okay, I’ll do so, as we walk there. It’s only a couple of miles.”

Chichi stopped and un-tucked her arm from Vegeta’s before bending down and taking off her heels. “In that case, just make sure I don’t walk into any broken bottles and I should be fine.” She didn’t bother asking why they didn’t drive instead. A long walk would give her a lot of information on Radditz.

Vegeta nodded. “Where to start?” he paused, thinking. This was going to be a great way to get back at all those years Radditz had teased him about his crushes. “I think you are just his type. Dark hair, dark eyes, from what I’ve seen, intelligent and feisty.”

Chichi blushed at the compliments. “Thank you, but… I wish to know about Radditz. You say he likes feisty? Why?”

Vegeta laughed again. This was going to be fun!

~o0o~

Goku had seen the other couple coming towards them, but he didn’t realize they were going to be so close. His sister had been talking a million miles a minute and he had been trying to pay attention to her, but the other’s presence just seemed to take more and more of his attention away from her.

He thought it may have been the black clothing the other pair had been wearing, but then they had met, and…touched, and for a moment, there was nothing but the other’s dark eyes.

Which he quickly lost focus of as his sister actually had to haul on his arm to get his attention. “What?”

Bulma wasn’t blind, but her brother’s reaction to the other people in the hallway was very strange for him. She knew he was gay, but even then he didn’t show a great amount of that kind of interest in anyone.

As a matter of fact, this was the first time she could remember he had showed any sort of sexual interest in anyone. “Like something you saw?” she asked him knowingly as they continued to walk down the hallway. She had always suspected that if Goku was going to fall for anyone it was going to be hard and fast.

Goku didn’t even try to hide his reaction from his sister. She knew him way too well and she’d just tease him if he did try to put her off. “I think I did,” he stated, just as they came to the host’s booth.

“Goku and Bulma Briefs!” the young man greeted. “Glad to see you made it. People have been asking about the two of you.”

Bulma smiled at the man. He was usually hosting these events. He did an excellent job making important people feel important and catered to. “Hello Taul,” Bulma greeted in kind, smiling and looking the man in the eyes. “Who were the couple that just left?”

Goku looked at his sister in shock. He was not ready for her to play matchmaker. He wanted to elbow her in the ribs, but didn’t, because he knew it would cause a scene.

“Princess Chichi from the Ox province,” he said with confidence, having met her father a time or two, “And, I do believe the other was Prince Vegeta,” he said, although both siblings could hear the slight doubt in the Taul’s voice.

Goku was ready to let it go when both names began with royal titles. The business and political worlds rarely collided, let alone meshed.

But Bulma wasn’t ready to let it go. “Why were they leaving?”

“The Prince wanted to play, but the roster is already full. We couldn’t accommodate them,” Taul started to explain.

Bulma interrupted him. “Who’s on the roster?”

Taul scrambled to find the list of names in his scattered notes on the booth. “Let’s see: Eddie Laurel,” Taul began. Goku could feel his sister shiver at just the mention of Space Tech’s V.P.’s name, “Goku Briefs,” Taul looked up and smiled at her brother, “Dr. Gero, Emperor Pilaf….”

Goku growled and Bulma interrupted Taul, “Are you sure he can pay his way in?” Bulma asked.

Taul scratched his head. “He actually brought zennie,” he laughed at the memory. It had been rather amusing to watch the blue skinned midget dragging the brief case down the hall. “And he reserved a month in advance.”

“I think you need to check that,” Bulma said as Goku left her side in search of the short troublemaker.

Taul did not know much about the so-called Emperor, but apparently he had had dealings with the Briefs in the past: not good dealings. “I would, but, we don’t have a scanner on the premises, and it’s already in the vault,” Taul said.

“Can I talk with Mr. Shore?” Bulma said just as there was a commotion from the far side of the lounge.

Goku had the Emperor held up by the collar of his outfit. “I’ll go! I don’t want to be in the same room as you anyway. Put me DOWN!” the short man insisted, trying to gain some dignity.

However, Goku was not going to let him have it. “Do you want your briefcase back?” he asked the other as he walked up to the host’s booth.

Emperor Pilaf crossed his arms and glared at no one in particular. “No,” he stated.

“You’re sure?” Bulma asked, knowingly, “That’s a lot of money to just leave behind.”

“PHst, It’s fake!” Pilaf exclaimed in disgust, before he realized his error. Now he would never have a chance to get back into one of these!

Goku grinned in triumph and turned to walk the runt to the door.

Bulma turned back to Taul and smiled, “Well, I guess a space has just opened up.” She realized people were staring at her. She smiled sweetly at her crowd of peers and lowered her voice. “Do you have a way to reach that couple?” she asked Taul.

Taul grinned. It was the least he could do in order to pay the pair back for having saved his job. “I certainly do!” he said, reshuffling the papers in front of him, looking for the princess’s number.

Bulma smiled. She may just show up every night to see how things progressed from now on first hand.

~o0o~

Chichi was laughing so hard she almost didn’t hear her cell phone ring.

Vegeta brought it to her attention. “Is that your… phone,” he asked, not quite certain of the technology.

Chichi nodded and then dug through her purse, looking for her phone. “Hello?” she asked. She hardly ever got phone calls this late at night and the number was not her father’s. She listened intensely to the voice on the other end and smiled before she said, “Okay. I understand. We’ll be there in about ten minutes. Thank you!” She flipped her phone shut and turned to Vegeta. “It looks as though a position has just opened up at the tournament. If you are still interested that is.”

Vegeta grinned at his good fortune. It was not something that usually came his way, so it was always appreciated for what it was when it did come knocking. “I certainly am!” He bent in order to lift Chichi in his arms. “Close your eyes and hold on,” he said, before turning and heading in the direction they had come from.

Chichi squealed before she took Vegeta’s advice and closed her eyes. Was he running? If so, this was the fastest she had ever heard of anyone running. “You’re not human?” she asked and accused at the same time.

Vegeta smirked. Her reaction was better than he would have expected from a human princess, but if she was as serious about Radditz as she had led him to believe then it was best she found out now. “I never pretended to be,” Vegeta pointed out. He hardly noticed as something blue and noisy was tossed away from them.

Chichi smiled. “Then Radditz?”

Vegeta could not hear any bigotry or fear in her voice. “He’s not human either.”

“Well, when we have the time, you’ll have to explain,” Chichi said. Her main stumbling block for getting into any relationship had just been left in the dust. If Radditz was not human, then maybe he would not have a problem with her half-demon heritage.

~o0o~

Emperor Pilaf spat in disgust as he tumbled and came to rest in the middle of a mud puddle. “Great! Just. Fucking. Great!”

~o0o~

Radditz groaned and Nappa laughed at him. “What? Can’t handle the alien liquor?”

Radditz nodded and knew that was a mistake immediately. “My system just can handle this…sake`.”

Nappa laughed again and slapped his cohort in the shoulder. He laughed harder at Radditz’ wince.   “More for me then. You’d better go to bed.”

Radditz did not argue with that logic. He picked himself off the floor and headed towards the sleeping rooms. He sighed in disgust as he looked at the thin sleeping pad on the floor. “These things weren’t made for sayians,” he mumbled to himself as he started to strip off his armor.

~o0o~

Yamcha tried to pay attention to the gal that was telling him about her day. She spoke English fairly well, but with his friend singing, and badly, at the karaoke microphone, it was very difficult to pay much attention to anything. Some days he wished Puar liked large cities. He would have much rather had her company at the moment. Chicks tended to coo over her like she was some sort of cute pet and she certainly wouldn’t be singing.

He sighed when an extremely harsh note made even his drink companion cringe. “Can I get your number? I’ll be here for a week. I think I need to take my friend back to our hotel.”

Jasmine scribbled down a number, but it was not hers. She had no interest in this foreigner other than he had been buying her drinks. He was handsome – she cringed again at the short, bald man’s shrill off note – but he came with luggage.

Yamcha took the napkin from her, smiled, and kissed her cheek. “Well, I hope to see you soon.” He walked away from the gal and got up close to the stage. “Come on buddy. Time to get you back to the hotel.” There was a collective relieved sigh from the audience. The loudest came from the bar tender. He was afraid things were going to get out of hand soon.

Krillan stuck out his tongue, which made him loose his place in the lyrics, and he tried to catch up. The crowd booed and started throwing things at him. Yamcha took more direct matters when the objects stopped being soft things and started being beer bottles and pint mugs. He dragged his friend from the stage and wrestled the cordless microphone from Krillan’s fingers before placing the equipment back on the stage and flipping Krillan onto his shoulder.

There were actually cheers as the pair left the bar.

~o0o~
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