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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
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 6

Yamcha groaned. The incessant bagging on the door was making his head pound all that much harder. “Just a minute!” He rubbed his eyes with one hand while flipping the bed covers off of him with the other.

He stumbled past the comatose monk’s bed and glared at him. His hangover knew no logic and his hurting head wanted someone to blame for this. Krillan was the perfect target.

The ex-bandit finally made it to the door and he peeked blurrily through the peephole. He sighed as he caught sight of orange and nothing else. Goku certainly was up early. “Hey bud,” he said as he started opening the door, “I had a really late night last night. I can’t spar this morning.” He yawned and peered up at his friend’s unusually serious face.

Goku was dancing from foot to foot while he waited for Yamcha to get the door open. “No, not interested in sparing,” Goku said as he let himself into their room. “I felt two ki signatures this morning. I went to go and check it out, but they were already gone.”

Yamcha was still trying to get his brain in functioning order as he responded. “Do you think it was Piccolo? Is he trying something?”

Goku shook his head as he sat down on Krillan’s bed and nudged the monk awake. “I don’t know how you do that,” Yamcha said in amazement. It never failed: he could throw ice cold water on Krillan, and the little man would not wake, but a gentle shove from Goku had the man almost springing out of bed, despite how much alcohol he had consumed the night before.

“No, they were stronger and two of them,” Goku stated his reasons for not believing it had been Piccolo he had been detecting.

“Do you think who ever they might be are hostile?” Krillan asked sleepily.

Goku shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, but I thought it best that we were all aware of it. Even if they aren’t hostile having power like theirs may just irritate Piccolo into coming out of hiding or whatever he is doing.”

Yamcha nodded his head that he understood and regretted his actions as he turned quickly to the bathroom. Both Krillan and Goku cringed at the gut wrenching sounds coming out of the small room. Then the sound of the toilet flushing was heard and the water from the sink quickly before Yamcha came back out. “Well, I hope there isn’t going to be any trouble today, because I am not going to be much help.”

Krillan nodded his agreement. “We’ll try to tone it down for the rest of the trip, but I still plan on having fun while we are here.”

Goku tried not to laugh. He still didn’t understand why drinking was considered such ‘fun’ if the results were so harsh the next morning. Despite how many times he had tried to convince his friends of the same logic it hadn’t changed a thing. “Alright. I’ll keep my senses open and hope nothing is going to happen. Don’t drink so much tonight though! Those ki signatures were powerful. Powerful enough that I feel I’d just be a punching bag if I don’t have help.”

Both Krillan and Yamcha gulped at that. Hearing Goku say he was not certain of his own abilities was kind of sobering. Almost. Krillan groaned and pulled the bed covers over his head. “I am going to get some more sleep.”

Yamcha nodded as he headed back to his bed. “Yeah. We’ll see you later maybe?”

Goku stood. “Maybe. I don’t know what Bulma has planned for the day.”

Yamcha smiled wickedly at the other. “No doubt shopping. I don’t envy you at all.”

Goku hung his head as he shut the door to their room. “I don’t envy me either.”

~o0o~

Radditz grinned at Vegeta. Their running had been a good idea. Not only had whomever been searching for them given up, but it had also attracted the interest of one of Earth’s larger reptilian predators. When the stupid beast had started giving them chase both Radditz and Vegeta had thought the same thing. Breakfast.

They had slowed their speed so the dense creature could keep up, but they were wearing it out slowly. “How soon do you think we can take it without ki?” Radditz asked his companion, panting slightly. He wished he had taken the time to re-braid his hair. It kept getting snagged by the plant life they were running past.

Vegeta shrugged. “Soon,” he said without a hint of heavy breathing. Radditz envied his superior for his smaller form for once. The prince did not have to expend as much energy as he did trying to lug extra weight around.

The first class wondered how dwarfed the prince would have been if the King had not managed to convince Frieza to send his son back after three years of ‘training’. The circulated air and refined food stuffs on a space fighting ship catering to the needs of hundreds of different types of alien species could never be good for a growing sayian.

Even this planet they were visiting could not supply a sayian with the correct type of environment to have them grow to their real potential. It was a sad truth, but no planet in the galaxy was as great as their home world for growing sayians. Many that had been brought back from early purge missions were still stunted. Thank the gods the King had seen what was happening and stopped the baby purging missions as soon as word that Frieza was dead had reached his throne room.

Vegeta’s voice brought him out of his reverie. “We’ll split up. Whoever doesn’t get followed will become the stalker and attack from behind.”

Radditz nodded as he veered off to the left as Vegeta went right. Just his luck, the beast followed him, probably detecting his lesser energy and undoubtedly his size made him the better meal choice.

Radditz took a glance behind him, trying to see how soon Vegeta was going to attack. He did not see the root that stuck up and he went down in a tumbling trip, knocking his head against a partially buried boulder. He lay stunned for a moment, even as his body could feel the vibrations of the beast getting closer. His eyes finally cleared just as the beast came to a surprised halt and in slow motion fell forward. When the full weight of it hit the ground Radditz bounced and finally regained his motor skills, just in time to roll away from its snapping jaws as it tried to get its teeth into him.

Radditz jumped up quickly and wrapped his legs around the monster’s snout, putting his feet under its jaw so it could not reopen its huge maw. The beast reared up, whatever had been holding it back was not any longer. It tried to get a sharp claw into the big warrior with its tiny almost useless forelegs. Radditz hung onto the thrashing beast with both arms and legs. His head shifted with one particularly hard thrust from the beast’s nose, and that is when he saw Vegeta running up the animal’s backbone.

Vegeta jumped to gain some distance up the juggernaut’s body when he reached its wildly flailing neck. He landed stomach down on its cranium facing Radditz. He waited for just the right moment before loosing his handholds and swinging both hands towards the animal’s eyes.

Radditz heard the sucking squishing noise as both of Vegeta’s hands went deep into the soft sight organs. They could both feel the rumble of the beast’s trapped squeal of pain go through their bodies as Vegeta pressed his hands in deeper. The beast snapped its head up and Vegeta’s chin was smashed into its rough skin hard enough he knew it would be bruised. His arms were almost elbow deep before he penetrated the monster’s skull to get to its brain.

Which he pulled out as the beast started to topple, its movements dieing. Radditz let go and rolled off in the opposite direction the beast was falling, landing on the ground on his side. Vegeta managed to get both arms disengaged and hopped of his ride as it came to a crash on the ground.

Raddtiz came around the snout of the animal, careful of its last seizures, and noted what Vegeta was looking at in his hand. “That can’t be its brain!”

Vegeta dropped it to the ground and squished it under one if his hard soled boots. “I think it was.” He said in disappointment. Having defeated an opponent that size with such a small brain was sort of a let down.

“If that’s the case, it’s a wonder they aren’t extinct.” Radditz grumbled. “I hope its heart is bigger.” He said louder as he hooked his fingers into the skin covering its chest cavity.

Once he had the skin and fat layer removed Vegeta broke its sternum to get to the treasure inside. His eyes widened briefly and he looked over at Radditz with a huge grin on his face before pushing his other arm inside and pulling the huge organ out. “I’d say that’s a yes!”

Radditz licked his lips. “Nappa’s going to be disappointed he was too hung over to come with me this morning.” He ripped the strip of skin he had been working on away from the body and placed it skin side on the ground so Vegeta could set the heart down.

Vegeta ripped a handful of the muscle away from the large organ and shrugged. “More for us.”

Radditz grinned at his superior’s conclusion and grabbed a handful for himself.

~o0o~

Bulma’s nose twitched in her sleep as her brother let the waiter into the room with a breakfast tray. Goku tipped the waiter and closed the door as the man left. He poured his sister a cup of coffee and waited.

Bulma’s eyes fluttered open as the heavenly sent of the brew finally penetrated her sleep. She smiled and sat up and reached for the offered cup. She took a sip, savoring it for a moment before re-opening her eyes. She grimaced as she took note that she was still in her dress from the night before. She placed her mug on the bedside table as she stood. “You could have woken me up.”

Goku smiled and shook his head. “I tried sis. You were just too worn out.”

Bulma lifted one of the straps back up to her shoulder. She picked her mug back up before she walked over to the covered trays on the cart. She lifted one and smiled again as the smell of almost burnt bacon came to her nose. She looked over at her brother. “Have you eaten?” she asked. The meal was certainly too small for them to share.

“Yeah.” Goku said as he ran his hand over his close cut hair. “I terrorized the kitchen personally.”

Bulma chuckled too tired to laugh outright at the vision of her brother in the kitchen that came to mind. “Those poor people. You did tip them, didn’t you?”

Goku crossed his arms and looked offended for a moment before he cracked a smile. “Of course I did. I am here all week. I want them to be happy to feed me!”

Bulma placed her coffee down and snatched a piece of bacon from the tray before setting the lid back down. “Good plan!”

Goku laughed as he got up from the chair he was seated in. He reached for the power adaptor to plug into the wall before he plugged wireless Internet connection and power cords in for his laptop.

Bulma set one of the tray lids down on the ground and started buttering toast. She watched as her brother waited for the travel size computer to warm up.

She took her pilferage into the bathroom. She heard her brother sigh. “How bad is it?” She asked.

“48 emails and twenty of them are from Mom,” Goku told his sister.

Bulma chuckled as she finished her piece of toast. “How many do you think are about items she wants us to bring back?”

She heard her brother hmming while he pondered his guess. “12, and the rest are all caution or advice emails,” he finally said.

“15, and the others are as you said,” Bulma countered as she turned the water to the shower on. She closed the door.

Goku quickly read through what his mother had sent. He wrote down a list of things his mother wanted them to bring back; everything from silks to foreign herbs. A couple of knickknacks as gifts for friends of the family. Advice for him not to drink unpurified water and his sister not to talk to strange men. Goku rolled his eyes. Between his mother’s list and what he knew his sister was like, he wouldn’t have any spare time for anything but shopping.

He narrowed his eyes as he thought about how to get out of some of it. “If Chichi is there tonight, I’ll ask her to spar later this week,” he nodded to himself. His sister could spend at least one day away from the foreign shops, he was sure of it.

He closed the last email from his mother as he heard the shower turn off. He opened one of the many business emails from Capsule Corporation and read about half way through it before he let out a whoop.

Bulma stuck her head out of the bathroom door. “What’s up?”

“They finally got a large gravity field to work. Dad says it’s about an acre in diameter and about a mile high.” He said excitedly.

Bulma cheered and then threw her arms around her brother’s neck from behind. “Oh! I can’t WAIT to tell Eddie!!!!”

Goku chuckled. “Yeah, that’s going to be great for launching simulations!”

~o0o~

Nappa groaned as he finally came awake. The bottle he had been hugging rolled off his chest and hit the wooden floor with a dull ‘thunk’ as he sat up. He ran a hand over his bald head before twisting so his feet were touching the floor.

He noticed the house was too quiet for the prince and Radditz to still be there. He grumbled at himself before searching around for his scouter. He placed it properly over his head before he powered it up. He tapped the telecom button. “Radditz? Where are ya?”

There was a moment of silence from the other end before the telecom came on. The first sight he saw was Vegeta covered in blood, but his worry was cut short quickly. “Getting breakfast. You missed out you drunkard!”

Nappa growled at himself. “Yeah. What is it you’re eating?”

“Some sort of tasty reptile with a small brain. We need to take some of these back with us when we go home.” Radditz tried to give him a good look at the size of the beast through the video feed.

Nappa heard the prince grunt, and then the telecom was trained back on him. “I don’t know if it would work. Our gravity is at least 10 times higher than theirs. I don’t think the skeletal structure would hold.”

Nappa heard Radditz’s disappointed sigh. “Yeah.”

“Can you bring some back?” Nappa asked as his stomach grumbled.

“If we had some of those capsules we could, but you’re on your own,” Radditz said without sympathy.

“Fine. See you guys in a couple of hours?”

“No flying!” Vegeta exclaimed before Radditz had cut the link.

“Huh?” Nappa asked groggily.

“We had a close call with one of the locals,” Radditz explained, “Someone in these parts can detect ki and came looking for us.”

Nappa grunted in disappointment. “I’ll go see if I can find a vehicle while I am out looking for a meal.”

Radditz terminated his end of the link and Nappa powered his scouter down. “Less drinking,” he ordered himself before he tried to get motivated.

~o0o~
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