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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.

Macha: DBZ had a lack of car
chases. I wish to fix that.

Pixelgoddess: there�s always time for sex. And Jello. And sex with Jello.

kit-kit: it�s supposed to remind you of a Bond movie.

Zee and Moiira: more juicy updates coming (hi Zee!)

topbear:thanks for joining
us ^^

Zofo: hey, he hasn�t got time for a kame hame ha �

In this chapter: plot, backstory
and foreshadowing.

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Chapter 6: Greenery

***

�� Vegeta woke up
less sore than he expected. He was alone in a small room on an oddly crunchy
bed that smelled of toast. It wasn�t uncomfortable, but it also didn�t
encourage him to lie around. His clothes were on a spindly table next to it;
the only other thing in the room was a potted plant. He snorted. Just his luck
� the doorstep he�d collapsed on belonged to a Namek
monastery. Every Namek he�d ever met had been either
dull or insufferable, though since they�d also run afoul of the Icejins, they and Saiyans were on
good diplomatic terms. At the moment. Tension was
inevitable between Vegeta�s sensual species and a people who stuffed their
mattresses with oat bran.

�� He got dressed,
since Nameks insisted on modesty (curse it); no
sooner had he finished than he heard a tap on the door. A stocky Namek walked in. �Greetings, guest. I am Nail, the elder
defender of this house.� That made him something like a Captain of Security.
�Now that you�re awake, our healer will examine you, and our chief elder wants
to ask you some questions. Your companion is awake already.�

�� Has he eaten
the pantry bare yet?�

�� Nail�s
expression might have been a smile. �Not yet. I will lead you to him after the
examination.�

�� Two more robe-swathed
Nameks entered; one was tiny, little more than a
child, while the other was tall, lean and sly-looking. The taller one spoke:
�Nail, I�ll take it from here.� This would be the chief elder, then. �So, Saiyan, what were you traveling to Satan City
for?�

�� They must have
questioned Kakarott already. �I�m doing research for my job. Why is it any of
your business?�

�� Surely it�s our
business to be concerned when a couple of Saiyans
just happen to be going to Satan
City at a time like
this.�

�� What the fuck
are you talking about?�

�� The short one,
the healer, piped up, �He really doesn�t know about it, Piccolo.�

�� Piccolo narrowed
his eyes. �Sure you don�t. And for a completely legitimate reason you were
speeding down the highway with ninjas on your tail.� He pulled a page from a
newspaper out of his robe. �Read this.�

�� It was page 11,
the Satan City local news. In between a story
about a tree falling on someone�s house and another about a minor celebrity
arrested for feeding pot to her Chihuahua,
there was a report on the latest in a series of muggings apparently committed
by a Saiyan. The assailant, oddly, never actually
stole anything; the police suspected drug abuse was a factor. He was described
as unusually bulky, with a facial tattoo and golden hair.

�� See!� Piccolo
said at Vegeta�s expression. �You recognize the description � you do know
something!�

�� I know that
someone�s ripping off the most famous figure in Saiyan
mythology. Golden hair is the mark of the Super Saiyan.
I thought everyone knew that.� A lead, he had a fricking
solid lead! He�d also scored a hit on Piccolo, who looked even sourer. He must
be a chessmaster type who liked to think he was
omniscient. He took back the newspaper.

�� Dende, you may proceed.� The short Namek
shuffled to Vegeta�s side and solemnly grasped his wrist with both hands. A
cool ki rippled over him � the kid was a ki healing prodigy, and that explained
his previous lack of soreness. His lingering aches evaporated under Dende�s talent, and in mere minutes he couldn�t tell that
he�d been in a car crash the day before. �Nice,� he said. Dende
blinked shyly back at him and scampered out of the room. Piccolo said,
�Unfortunately, our vehicle is out for the day, so one of us will take you to Satan City
tomorrow.�

�� I appreciate
your hospitality,� Vegeta replied with only slight sarcasm. If Piccolo couldn�t
wait to get rid of him, he couldn�t wait to leave. Monastery was a misnomer for
this kind of place; it wasn�t a religious community, just how Nameks in general preferred to live. A red-blooded Saiyan would go mad with boredom. Nail showed him to
Kakarott, who was sitting on top of the outer wall, surrounded by the remains
of a picnic lunch. On seeing Vegeta, he called out something that was
unintelligible because his mouth was full.

�� I hope you left
me some.�

�� Mm-hmf.� Kakarott pushed one of
the baskets towards him. Nail left them apparently alone, though Vegeta had no
doubt that they were being watched. He took the lunch basket; all plain food,
of course, but at least it was filling. He slapped together a sandwich and bit
into it. �You all right?�

�� Yeah. That little guy did some ki healing on me.�

�� Me too.� Vegeta leaned against the narrow railing. From up
here, he could see the ocean. Over the horizon across the water lay Vegetasei, now empty of its native race, burned and
pillaged by the Icejin army. Since the age of five,
he�d only seen it in satellite photos.

�� Kakarott leaned
on the wall next to him. �I don�t remember it,� he said. �I was three weeks old
when my mom died in the last battle. I don�t remember her either.�

�� Both of my
parents were there.� Vegeta flicked his tail. Half of the adult population of Vegetasei had met the final Icejin
charge; there had been no survivors.

�� Dad used to get
flak because he got out alive, as if he�d cut and run or something. But the
idiots shut up when he got a medal from the King of Chikyuusei.�

�� Hn.� There had been humans on the
field that day, shapeshifting commandoes in Saiyan guise; they had stood and fallen beside their
allies. The King was a shapeshifter himself, and had
served in the special forces. Had he not been down
with a combat injury, he would have been there too. He, and Bardock, and Vegeta
all knew the responsibility of being those left alive.

�� I�ve always
wondered, why weren�t you crowned king, if your father
is dead?�

�� I swore an oath
when I was ten years old. That I would not be crowned unless it was in the palace of Vegetasei.�

�� He saw
Kakarott�s tail fur bristle. �Woah � when you do,
will you give me the grand tour?�

�� Hn.� He grabbed Kakarott�s
shoulder and pulled him in, mashing their lips together. The dancer squeaked, then purred. His tail slithered against his legs, then wrapped around one ankle. His hands wandered to places
on Vegeta�s hips. Heat radiated from his body �

�� Ahem!�

�� Nail was
standing on the wall stairs. Vegeta shot him an irritated glare, but broke his
embrace. �What?�

�� If you can contain your hormones for a
minute, your insurance company is here.�

�� That was what
passed for a Namek sense of humor. Vegeta growled,
�Consider that a rain check, Kakarott.�

***

Yes, this is another protest against the underuse
of shapeshifting characters in canon.

On another note, please go and read the poem �In Flanders
Fields� by John McCrae. Yes, it�s relevant.

Next chapter: Saiyans do Satan City.
Hijinks ensue. �
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