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Vegeta Doth Protest Too Much	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12529 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Vegeta Doth Protest Too Much

By Sefiru

Pairing: G/V

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: D/s, Yaoi

Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball Z and I make no money, only lemonade.

Sigart: you need a few sessions of Smutaholics Anonymous. ^^

Velvet: Yeah, I like seme!Kakarott too. Can you tell?

Zee and Moiira: the characters do what they want, I just write it.

animeslave18: better too short than too long, I say. Leaves people craving more.

Zofo: we might get more of the journal (or at least the monks) … I don’t know yet.

In this chapter: a typical morning for Goku.

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Chapter 6: When Lawyers Attack

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      Goku was bare-chested in the morning sun, wielding an axe as he trimmed the bark off a thick oak trunk. He’d cut this tree just before the whole battle with Frieza and laid it in a shelter made of its own branches; now it was perfectly seasoned, and in a few days he’d take it to the mill to be sawn into beams. He’d already tilled the vegetable garden and put in seeds, pruned the fruit trees and oiled the pump on the well. Now that this was going to be his primary home, there was plenty of work to be done. And in the afternoon, he would summon Vegeta for some … entertainment.

      In the week since his return, his plans for the former prince had come along nicely. All the toys he’d ordered would take more time to arrive, but he wasn’t up to that point anyway. First he would accustom Vegeta to pleasure, drowning him in it until he let go of his iron self-control. Only then, when he was as wanton as a ferret in heat, would Goku assert his own control. And it would be sweet. He’d already turned up some delightful surprises – that Vegeta had been a virgin, for one thing. And that he could consistently achieve climax while giving oral sex; Goku fully intended to encourage that. He hadn’t yet asked Vegeta to move into the cabin permanently, since it wouldn’t do to move too fast … and it also made a handy way to tell when to move on to the next phase. All he had to do was wait. In the meantime, he had the mornings to himself to get the lodge and garden up to speed.

      He needed to start training again soon. Three years, Future Trunks had said (when he and Vegeta had finally returned to the group). He was fairly sure, now that he knew how it worked, that he could get Vegeta to ascend before that time was up. Maybe as a reward for something? He’d given Bulma a sample of the heart medicine to replicate, since if he was affected, other Saiyans probably were too. That was as far ahead as he was looking at the moment.

      The whirr of aircraft engines caught his ear, and he looked up to see a capsule-plane descending on the front lawn. It wasn’t one he recognized; a plain blue, formal-business looking craft. As he watched, a human wearing a suit and tie climbed out, looked around, and rocked back a step when he spotted the seven-foot axe-wielding martial artist. Goku set the implement down, holding back a grin. “Can I help you with anything?”

      “Uh…” The suit was trying, and failing, not to stare at Goku’s crotch, which he now noticed had a considerable bulge. Well, thinking about Vegeta would have that effect. “Ahem. I represent the law firm of Wulfenbach, Jäger and Clay. Are you Mr. Son Goku?”

      “Yeah, why?”

      The lawyer produced an envelope and shoved it at him. “I am serving you a subpoena to appear in Satan City district court on June 23^rd .”

      “What’s this about?”

      “I think you know that, you deadbeat.” Deadbeat? Goku opened the envelope and scanned the papers inside, which informed him that Chichi was suing him for a significant amount of money (though only a fraction of what he actually had). So, she’d written the divorce papers to forbid him from touching her money, but now that she knew about his fortune, she wanted a share of it. Kami, Chichi, you could just have asked.

      “Our client warned us we’d probably find you playing around in the woods,” the suit said. In what logic system was cutting wood considered playing around? “And sure enough here you are, living like a Neanderthal instead of taking responsibility!” So responsibility came wrapped in a necktie now?

      “Chichi always did exaggerate,” he said mildly.

      “Just show up so you can get what’s coming to you,” the suit snarled.

      “I’ll be there,” Goku sighed. This fool couldn’t possibly be an experienced attorney, and compared to the likes of Frieza, he wasn’t even worth getting irritated. After shooing the lawyer off his lawn, he got his cell phone from the kitchen table and perched on the roof to call his accountant. “Hello, Mr. Cratchet. How’s the money orchard growing?”

      “Goku! My favorite client. The money trees are doing just fine – though I’m glad I can discuss it without all the food metaphors, now.” Goku laughed at that. When he was younger and easily distracted, Cratchet had explained investments to him as trees producing fruit. He couldn’t remember now if he’d ever thought there were actual money trees somewhere. “So, what can I do for you? Some unexpected maintenance expense come up?”

       “Not exactly.” Goku explained about the lawsuit. “I was hoping you could set me up with a lawyer. I mean, I’m not going to cut her off or anything, but this is kind of ridiculous.” She’d been such a good friend growing up, too. Where had things gone wrong? Or had Chichi always been this selfish, and he just hadn’t noticed?

       “Frankly, I was relieved when you told me about the divorce,” Cratchet said. “That woman chasing you with a frying pan never sat right with me. Especially with a young child around.”

       “Yeah, I realize that now.” He’d gone from thinking it was okay, because he could take it, to knowing it wasn’t okay because he shouldn’t have to take it. He played rough, and trained hard, but he never raised a hand on his friends in anger. Chichi did. The more he thought about it, the more he worried about what Gohan was learning from her. Actually, that gave him an idea. He arranged to meet Cratchet in town later in the week, and then hung up.

        Across the clearing from the main lodge was a flat space between a stand of five tall pines. He’d often thought it would make a good place for a guesthouse … or, perhaps, a cabin for an eight-year-old boy to have to himself. Goku took some sticks and marking tape, and quickly laid out the floor plan on the ground. Front door here, with a porch to keep the rain off. A little lavatory in the corner, and a sleeping loft above. He could run the water and power lines from the main lodge … the cliff he used as a quarry had plenty of stone left in it. Humming to himself, Goku set to work on yet another project; he liked being grown up.

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Goku the handyman (and schemer). Chichi the bitch (because hitting your husband with a frying pan is abuse, even if it doesn’t injure him). Vegeta the sex toy (because it’s one of my stories). Yes, things are shaping up nicely.

Next chapter: Vegeta encounters a further step in The Plan.
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