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From Vegetasei With Love	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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From Vegetasei With
Love

By Sefiru

Pairings: V/G

Warnings: Yaoi M/M, AU, oral,
anal, Bondage.

Disclaimer: I don�t own it, only borrowing.

Summary: Vegeta is a secret agent.

Pixelgoddess: wouldn�t you be
confident if you were them?

Zofo: once you go Saiyan,
you never go back.

Anon: I would take your bleats more seriously if you had the guts to leave a
name. Bite me.

Moiira: your wait is over ^^

DarkSerapha: hey, in this fic,
Goku isn�t meeting Vegeta as an enemy, so no
antagonism needed. (And as for Brolli � I�m not
giving away anything.)

saiyajinxyz: doesn�t get
hotter than here. *shovels brimstone*.

kit-kit: have you ever seen a bald backup dancer?

Ireyon: of course there will be more of this.

ladyshadowdragon: no round 2
for you! *cracks authorwhip* seriously, it can�t be
all lemon.

Let�s play �spot the gratuitous Princess Bride� reference.

In this chapter: It�s a bright new day for Vegeta and
Kakarott.

***

Chapter 4: Breakfast and Ninjas

***

�� Vegeta woke still
curled in Kakarott�s bed, with the dancer�s sleeping form draped over him. They
had screwed for half the night before collapsing in an exhausted heap; every
time they finished a round, one of them did something that turned the other on
again. He was definitely going to see about buying more of Kakarott�s time,
especially if it meant waking up like this more often.

�� His living
blanket stirred, opened an eye and then ran a hand down his chest. �I�d suggest
an encore but you probably have to get to work.�

�� Yes, unfortunately.� Vegeta sat up as another thought
struck him. �Damn, my car must have gotten towed.�

�� Don�t worry,
the lot�s only a few blocks down. I�ll take you there
after breakfast.� Kakarott rolled out of bed, yawned and stretched. Vegeta bit
his lip. Hard. It was a shame,
he really did need to get to Satan
City before those leads
went cold. Kakarott led him to the kitchen, where the bouncer from last night
was making pancakes.

�� Are you
bringing your work home now, Kakarott?� he asked without turning around.

�� It�s okay, he�s
a Saiyan. And besides, he�s Prince Vegeta.�

�� Oh, well,
that�s okay then,� the bouncer said sarcastically. Then he turned around and did
a double take when he saw Vegeta�s face � more easily recognizable now than in
the dark of the club. �Oh. Sorry about that. Raditz, son of Bardock, at your
service.�

�� Kakarott
stage-whispered, �He had a huge crush on you when he was twelve.�

�� Kaky!�

�� Vegeta held back
a laugh as Raditz chased Kakarott around the table
with the pancake spoon. Once the brothers settled down, they all sat down to
breakfast. �I�m sure I�ve seen that hair somewhere before,� Vegeta mused,
looking at Raditz�s outrageous mop.

�� I guess it is
kind of distinctive. I was one of the Hundred Hostages,
you might have seen me then.� It was possible, though Vegeta didn�t like to
think about that episode of his life. In the late stages of the war between
them, the Icejins had apparently thought that
snatching a hundred children, including the heir to the throne, in the dead of
night would make the Saiyans surrender to them. It
was a mistake on par with starting a land war in Asia
or matching wits with a Sicilian. And while the two nations� armies massed for
battle, a single team of Saiyan commandoes slipped
behind enemy lines � �Wait, your father is that
Bardock?�

�� That�s him.
He�s a cop in Viridian
City these days.�

�� Vegeta
remembered him as a blood-splattered form towering over the children as they
piled into a commandeered bus. Energy blasts had set the buildings on fire, and
the light made him look like an avenging demon. One by one his team sacrificed
themselves to delay their pursuers; only Bardock made it out alive. Vegeta
hadn�t known that he had a child of his own among the hostages.

�� Kakarott was
only a few weeks old,� Raditz related. �Dad got him
out just before everything went pear-shaped. Sent him in a
courier capsule.� Kakarott, meanwhile, was wolfing down pancakes at
supernatural speed.

�� Where does he
put it all?�

�� Hell if I
know.�

�� After his
humongous breakfast, Kakarott and Vegeta stepped out onto the streets of Chikyuu
City. As suspected, the
Ferrari was missing from the lot. �If they scratched the paint, I�ll kill
them.�

�� Don�t worry,
Oolong�s good at his job. Even if he is a dick.� As
they walked, Kakarott rattled on about the neighborhood and his denizens.
Vegeta listened, bemused; the chatter irritated him, but on the other hand
Kakarott had a sexy voice. He couldn�t decide whether he wanted him to shut up
or not. A flicker along the rooftops caught his eye; he ignored it, until he
saw it again.

�� I think we�re
being followed.�

�� What?� Kakarott
looked around in time to catch one of the dark streaks. �Oh,
not again! Fricking ninjas. Their union is gonna hear
about this.� A soft scuff behind them, below the range of human hearing,
signaled that the ninjas had a member at ground level.

�� I take it you
have a deal with them?�

�� This part of
town is mine and my brother�s. They�re supposed to stay the hell out.� His ki
suddenly flared. Vegeta was startled; Kakarott�s resting ki was barely above a
human�s, but now his power level was close to elite. He noticed Vegeta�s gaze
and said, �I�m not just a pretty face.�

�� I know.� It
really was too bad that he had to go to Satan City.
They walked on, more alert now. And a good thing, too,
because Vegeta barely dodged the shuriken that whizzed past him and stuck in
the sidewalk. �Shit!�

�� What is their
problem?� Kakarott caught another shuriken in midair and flung it back at its
source.

�� I think
they�re after me.� Vegeta drew on his power to prepare a ki blast.

�� What are you,
a CIA agent? And you are not blowing
holes in my neighborhood.�

�� Spoilsport.� Vegeta pounced on the closest ninja, but his
target slipped away just as fast. Not ordinary humans, then. Whatever species
they were, they were too canny to let the Saiyans within
reach of them; they filled the air with shurikens to
keep them busy. The two Saiyans covered the last
block at a blistering pace amid the clatter and thunk
of thrown weaponry. Vegeta shouted, �How about a trip to Satan City?
It�s on me.�

�� Sure!� They
pelted into the impound lot office, a shuriken flying in the door with them.
The proprietor didn�t even blink. �In a hurry, huh? Forty-five bucks. What�s the plate number?�

�� Vegeta told him
and threw a bill on the counter. He waited with lashing tail while the
pig-faced man pulled out a form. �Sign here. Change.�
He handed over a five; Vegeta stuffed it in his armor. �Lot�s
through there, have a nice day. Lookin� good, Goku.�

�� Kiss my ass,
Oolong.�

�� Vegeta was
already out the back door, fishing his keys out of his belt. The Ferrari was,
fortunately for Oolong�s health, intact. He leapt into the driver�s seat and
jammed in the key; a shuriken whizzed by as Kakarott hopped in the passenger
side. �Crap, they�re on the roof!� The engine roared to life and he threw the
car in gear.

�� The lot gates
swung open before him; a mass of black-clad ninjas blocked the road beyond. He
didn�t even slow down. The ninjas scattered like bowling pins as the Ferrari
plowed into them � none of them got hit, but they vaulted away with mere
millimeters to spare. Only one was nimble enough to land on the back of the
car. Kakarott half turned and fired a ki blast from his finger to knock the
ninja off; Vegeta grinned as he pressed the accelerator to the floor. The
Ferrari sped up the street, leaving the dazed ninjas behind.

***

Bardock: Okay, sons, show me the techniques you�re working
on.

Kaky (age 5): Jan-Ken-Pa!

Bardock: Oof! Very
nice, Kakarott. Raditz, your turn.

Kaky: you gotta
call out the attack when you do it, Raddy.

Raditz (age 10): Um � *mental
blank* � uh, Double Sundae!

Bardock: *facepalm*

Raditz: what? I�m hungry.

A bit more backstory
in this chapter. For anyone keeping track, a planet in the canon = a
country in this �verse.

Next chapter: Two men in a fast car. Lemon.
Oh, yeah.
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