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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: coffee? Tea?
Smut?

Zee and Moiira: I�ll tease you coming and going. ^^

DarkSerapha: You�re enjoying this exactly as much as
you should. *evil smirk*

topbear: Vegeta will now smack you for calling him
sweet. *WHAM* you�re right though. *WHAM* Hey! (Nice car � but the seats look a
bit small, if you know what I mean.)

kit-kit: they will continue to kick ass.

Zofo: writing that made me hungry, too. ^^

Happy New Year! I am typing this while buzzed. *hic*

In this chapter: the evil plot is revealed!

***

Chapter 9: Supervillainy

***

�� Vegeta�s
awareness returned with atypical slowness. His first thought was that hangovers
sucked. The next was, what�s happened to Kakarott? And his third thought, which came with
his eyes crawling open, was that someone had just made his job much easier. He
was in a literal broom closet, apparently emptied for his benefit, a forlorn, dingy
mop head dangling off a shelf above his head. He could just barely hear the
clicks and chirps of sensor monitors nearby; the air had the flat non-smell of
microbial filters.

�� As far as he
knew, there were no drugs that could be slipped into a drink to knock out a
full-grown Saiyan so quickly. Even Mrs. B�s miracle
darts had to pierce the skin to work. The only place he could think of with
both the means and motive to build such a thing was his target � the illegal bioweapons lab. Now he remembered where he�d seen that mark
on the fake Legendary�s head; it was a hallmark of a mind control technique seen
occasionally in the Underground; Chikyuusei had been
trying to bring down the culprits for years, along with every other civilized
nation on the planet, but they�d never found anything substantial. Well, that
had just changed.

�� He checked
himself over. The headache was rapidly fading, leaving behind a wooly feeling
in the back of his mouth. He was still in his suit, and hadn�t been carrying
most of his tools, but his captors had taken anything that might possibly be a
weapon, including his wristwatch. However, they�d left the exploding-ink pen.
They�d also missed the capsule with his spare battle suit, hidden in the knot
of his tie. The damn thing was good for something after all. He changed
quickly, folded his suit into the capsule, and stowed it on his belt. He could
get the rest of his stuff on the way out.

�� He raised his ki
and was considering the door�s construction when its lock clicked. A squat,
bug-eyed being entered, swathed in a pale green lab coat. �Greetings, Prince
Vegeta,� it cackled. �Welcome to Majin Enterprises. I
am Babidi. We rarely entertain someone of your
reputation; I hope you enjoy your stay, kekeke.�

�� Sarcasm at ten
paces, eh? �The accommodations leave much to be desired,� Vegeta shot back.
�Now if you�ll excuse me, I have to go help some little old ladies cross the
street.�

�� I think you
will wish to accompany me, if you wish to see your boytoy
again.�

�� So they�d
brought Kakarott along; good, he had some backup. The shriveled-up creep
sounded like he was going to take Vegeta right to him, but a hint of outrage
seemed appropriate. �What have you done with him?�

�� Nothing � yet. Kekeke.�

�� You�re new to supervillainy,
aren�t you? Vegeta ambled along in the tiny scientist�s wake, ignoring the
two armed guards that joined them in the hall. He wasn�t going to start
anything � yet.

�� A door slid aside
and they walked into a large lab area. Centrally placed was Kakarott, floating
in a tank of medical gel with a respirator strapped to his face. Except for his
shorts, his clothes were gone. His eyes were closed and his ki showed that he
was still unconscious. �We�ve given him an extra dose of anesthetic,� Babidi said. �So he won�t be awake for quite some time. We
were lucky to find you in the company of this particular Saiyan.�

�� What do you
want with him?� Go on, monologue.
Stalling is good.

�� Keke! Though he doesn�t know it,
this young man has been integral to our latest project.�

�� That meathead in the alley? I doubt that.�

�� That was merely
our initial attempt!� Ah, there he went. �At first we attempted to enhance a
normal adult Saiyan with growth factors and tailored
hormones. Unfortunately, while the physical development was successful, there
was significant damage to the subject�s mental faculties.�

�� No shit,
Sherlock. He felt Kakarott�s ki rise slightly, and realized that the dancer�s
supercharged metabolism was already burning off the extra dose. It was little
oversights like that which tilted the odds in his favor; he just had to take
advantage of them. He pushed a thought into his ki, hoping that Kakarott�s
shamanic gift would detect it. You must
appear to be asleep, Kakarott. Listen, but do not open your eyes. There
were medical sensors on the tank, but no one was watching the monitors. Babidi was still talking.

�� For our later
trials, we determined that the subject�s growth should be engineered from
conception. To that end, we obtained a gene sample from your companion, there.
Now we have the chance to compare our two processes against each other.� Like
hell he would, but he�d find that out soon enough. Babidi
tapped a button and the lid lifted on a stasis casket, revealing a Saiyan child in a virtual reality headset and with an M
marking on his forehead. His hair fell to his tail base, like Raditz�s, and his face was so much like Kakarott�s � �Test
subject 2 is chronologically eighteen months old, but through the use of
virtual reality and a hyperbolic time chamber, he has
a developmental age of eight and a subjective age of fourteen.� And they
expected this kid to be more stable than the ox? On another note, time chambers
were so hideously expensive that only governments could afford them � the Ice-jins had to be in on this. And Majin
didn�t intend him to get out of this room alive. Business as
usual, really.

�� The VR helmet
disconnected and the boy�s eyes half opened. He stepped out of the casket. Babidi�s finger hovered over a button �By the time he is
mature, he should easily reach the required energy for Super Saiyan. And as you can see, he is firmly under our control.
And now, Agent V �
�.

�� Kakarott�s eyes
flashed open. Glass splinters and goo rained outward
as he tore through the tank. Vegeta whirled and punched out the two guards. Babidi�s finger fell on the button, and the floor opened up
beneath Vegeta�s feet � just before Kakarott�s fist met the scientist�s skull.
As Vegeta dropped into the pit below, he saw the M mark fade from the boy�s
face.

*

�� Kakarott watched
as his son � his son! � blinked and
focused on him. �D-dad?�

�� I guess so.� In
just a few moments, according to his memory, he�d gone from drinks in the
Lookout�s upstairs lounge, to being captured by a mad scientist, to discovering
he had a child. And then the guards were out cold, the lab-creep was out,
Vegeta was down a pit (which wouldn�t last) ad the two of them were alone
together.

�� The young boy
stepped closer to him. He has my face,
but Mom�s hair like Raddy. What would his brother
say when he brought this one home? �They told me you didn�t know I exist.�

�� Uh-huh. You�re
a wonderful surprise.� And he was. A bit shy, but what could you expect when he
was raised as a lab animal? His ki fairly screamed of frustrated curiosity, and
the need to get out. �Come here. What�s your name?�

�� Gohan. Because
I was made from half of Goku.� Unusual, but
Kakarott wasn�t going to complain. His son. That was
just so � awesome. He gave Gohan a hug, which
startled him.

*

Vegeta hauled himself up to the rim of the pit, only to find
Kakarott in the middle of a family moment. �Excuse me!� Both father and son
turned to look at him. �I hate to spoil the mood, but we�d all better get
moving.� No sooner had he said that, than the pit�s cover started to slide
closed. �I�ll catch up with you,� he called. �And watch your ass,
I like it the way it is!� He dropped back into the pit, and the lid closed on
Kakarott�s laugh.

�� The bottom of
the pit was a long, narrow room with oddly angular steel walls. He shrugged and
took a step towards the maintenance hatch at the far end. There was a shriek of
gears, and the walls started to grind towards each other. �You have got to be fucking kidding me.�

***

Poor Gohan � so what would be
worse, being raised by ChiChi or Babidi?

Next chapter: Saiyans vs.
deathtraps!��
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