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From Vegetasei With Love	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4199 -:- 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.

DarkSerapha: I continue to be
miffed at how underused the shapeshifters are.

topbear: the rebuilding is
in the far future of this storyline, if I ever get that far.

Zofo: they can�t go back to Vegetasei
because Frieza et al are still occupying it.

Zee and Moiira: yep. I like to tease. ^^

saiyajinxyz: there should be a fic
called A House Full of Nameks.

Macha: the mattresses are *made of* oat bran. (they really exist. They�re supposed to be ergonomic or
something.)

kit-kit: thanks!

In this chapter: Saiyans in the
City: the good, the badass and the ugly.

***

Chapter 7: Satan
City

***

�� Piccolo gave
the Saiyans a ride into Satan City,
since he was attending to some business there; to Vegeta�s chagrin, Kakarott
got along with the crusty Namek as if they were old
friends. His chatter and Piccolo�s sardonic replies filled the journey. Vegeta
folded his arms and brooded over his leads and evidence: a renegade bioweapons lab, messing with ancient Saiyan
myths and designer drugs � a post-office box number and a small-time mugger. Ninjas in black cars. He didn�t have enough data yet to put
it all together.

�� They got out of
the Namek�s van at the side of a broad avenue lined
with boutiques. �What now?� asked Kakarott.

�� Vegeta intended
dinner, a show and a nice hotel � not necessarily in that order � and he�d made
the arrangements last night. They had some free time until then; he had formal
human dress in one of his capsules, but Kakarott � �We need to get you a suit.�

�� Huh?� Kakarott
blinked; Vegeta considered which tailor could do justice to those broad
shoulders � �Hey, it�s that nice a place, is it? Don�t
worry, I�ve got it covered.�

�� N?�

�� Kakarott looked
in both directions along the street, as if getting his bearings, and then took
off down the sidewalk. �I�ve been to Satan
City a few times before.�
That wasn�t all he said, of course. Vegeta was starting to get used to the
chatter � and once he was past his aversion to noise, it wasn�t half as inane
as he�d feared. Kakarott didn�t miss much; the tiniest details of their
surroundings, along with perceptive interpretations of the same, tumbled from
his lips like water. He didn�t seem to expect a response, so Vegeta was content
to stroll along beside him.

�� Satan City�s
main industry was entertainment, and it showed. This was the high street, where
the shops had jewels in their showcases priced higher than most cars, big-name
designers hawked the latest trends, and cafes offered brews from remote and
photogenic corners of the globe. But Kakarott dragged him away from the glamour
jockeys and gawkers into the smaller side streets.

�� Here was a side
of the city that Vegeta had hardly seen. In the centuries-old warren of
alleyways, the shops sold organic pizza and airplane models, used books, quartz
crystal carvings and secondhand pianos. One building was having its roof done,
and the clatter of tools and cheerful curses filled the air. Kakarott insisted
on pausing at a novelty shop to buy some trinket for his brother. Vegeta�s tail
waved with amusement. As they walked further, their tails brushed together and
eventually hooked around each other. Kakarott�s tail was velvet soft � check-in
time was too far away. They walked past a shop filled to the brim with parrots
in cages, another stacked with every kind of dishware imaginable, a noodle bar that smelled of shrimp, a hundred unique and
peculiar enterprises. They ended up, of all places, in front of a pawnshop.

�� Kakarott walked
in without stopping, and Vegeta perforce followed. �Goku!�
cried the figure behind � no, on � the counter. It was a human shapeshifter with the form of a black cat; the register
came up to his shoulder. �Hi, Puar,� Kakarott greeted
him.

�� Is there anyone
in this country you don�t know?� said Vegeta.

�� He�s Yamcha�s cousin. Makes a mean tuna
burger.�

�� Trust you to
think of food first, Goku,� the cat laughed. �Nice
catch, by the way.�

�� Vegeta grunted.
Kakarott scratched the back of his neck and grinned. �I need to get my stuff, Puar.�

�� As usual, ne?� Puar leapt off the counter and trotted into the stock room;
Vegeta looked around the shop. A rack of katanas, a
stuffed armadillo, a drum set with dented cymbals, a
row of alligator purses hung by their handles on a broomstick. A dusty set of free weights, and a carved wood curio from old Vegetasei. Hmm. The
pawnbroker returned to the counter with a garment bag and a
small duffel. �There you go, Goku.�

�� How much for the cabinet?� Vegeta put in.

�� For you, sir,
an even grand, plus a hundred for shipping if it�s outside the city.�

�� Vegeta took out
his wallet. The cat processed the purchase with a sunny smile. Kakarott signed
a receipt of his own and handed it back. Vegeta gave his address, and the cat
attached a �sold� tag to the piece of furniture. �There you go,
I�ll have it sent within the week. Oh, Goku, there�s
a barbecue at Yamcha�s place next Saturday.�

�� You�re the
best, Puar.�

�� They went on
their way again. It was almost noon, and Kakarott was speculating about where
to eat a �proper lunch� and simultaneously relating his history with the cat.
�I went to high school with him, you know. Maybe we should go for curry? Nah, garlic breath. He wanted to join the special
forces, but he failed the physical, so he took over his grandma�s shop.
Fried chicken might be nice � I give him a few bucks every month to keep some
clothes and stuff for me. I know, let�s get hoagies.� Vegeta shook his head
ruefully.

�� The air around
them became heavy, and he thought it might be about to rain; he looked up, but
the sky was blue. The sense of looming trouble remained. Kakarott glanced
around as if he could sense it too, and his tail coiled closer to his body.
�You think it�s ninjas again?� he muttered.

�� No. Something else.� Vegeta ducked into a side alley, with
Kakarott right behind him � he didn�t want any innocent bystanders around. Or witnesses, depending on the outcome. And besides that,
there was nothing like a fistfight to get the blood moving. A door creaked
behind them; they both turned around. A hulking figure stood in the street,
head and shoulders taller than either of them, torso like an ox, with peculiar
bluish hair Though he appeared to be Saiyan he had no
tail, and there was an M-shaped mark on his forehead. He bellowed wordlessly
and lunged at them. �Hey, that�s rude!� Kakarott yelled as he jumped aside.

�� Vegeta spun on
his toes and struck his opponent in the ribs, but it was like punching a lead
block. The ox latched a massive hand onto his shoulder and lifted him off the
ground; Vegeta kicked him in the face, which startled him enough to let go, but
his nose wasn�t even broken. Vegeta growled and raised his ki higher. Across
from him, Kakarott shot volleys of ki blasts, and when they had no effect, set
up a larger attack. �Kame-Hame-
HA!�

�� A beam of
blue-white energy struck the ox in the stomach; he grunted but was otherwise
unfazed. Vegeta, on the other hand, was� stiff. Handsome,
talented, and powerful. He had to get Kakarott into an arena and watch
him fight. By comparison, the stranger wallowed like a drunk; he had strength
and speed, but nothing of grace. His ki rating had to be in the millions, but
he obviously had no formal combat training. An ox. The
mark on his forehead shimmered briefly, and then his hair flashed into yellow.

�� Vegeta squinted
against the sudden surge of ki. �Hn.
So they actually did it.�

�� Did what?�
called Kakarott.

�� Recreated the Legendary Super Saiyan.�

�� I dunno.� The dancer bounced away from a punch that left a
hole in the wall behind him. �Isn�t the Legendary supposed to be, you know,
rational?�

�� Point.� Vegeta kicked the false Legendary in the head,
twice, then went straight up before the ox could grab
him again. The ox growled in confusion; hadn�t he been taught to fly? Or any
finesse, for that matter � Vegeta rubbed his shoulder. Right after that Dende kid had fixed him up, too. The ox turned back to
Kakarott, who hopped nimbly up the fire escapes to a rooftop. The ox growled
again and started climbing up the wall, ripping handholds in the brick as he went.
Vegeta scowled; he and Kakarott couldn�t even damage the creature, and he was
too fast for them to outrun. Then he remembered the darts Mrs. B had given him.
He took the case from his belt, drew out one gleaming needle, and threw it. It
sank into the fake Legendary�s neck as he passed the fifth floor. Kakarott
wasn�t waiting around; he was already three buildings away. After exactly five
seconds, the ox shuddered, went limp and fell to the street below. The pavement
cracked; the Saiyan didn�t seem to be harmed.

�� Vegeta waved
Kakarott over and floated down to examine the unconscious form. it was a letdown, really; as a boy he�d daydreamed about
facing a Legendary in battle, or about becoming one himself. This was not what
he had in mind. His feet touched the ground � with a poof, smoke billowed
around the ox, and when it cleared, the creature was gone. Damn, he was working
with a teleporter. That certainly explained how a
Super Saiyan could run around in the middle of the
city without getting caught. In broad daylight, even! He wanted a closer look.
That much lumbering, graceless muscle looked more like the result of copious
use of steroids than the ultimate perfection of the Saiyan
form; the M-shaped marking felt vaguely familiar too.

�� Kakarott tugged
on his sleeve. �Come on, Vegeta. Let�s get going.� He�d already retrieved the
bags which he�d dropped at the start of the fight. Vegeta smirked. By the time
they reached the hotel, it would be check-in time. �

***

Majin Brolli.
That is all.

Next chapter: Dinner, a show and a nice hotel. Not in that orde
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