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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
- 8
- 9
- 10
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 8

“Why?” Even Nappa had to admit the question came out more of a whine than a reasonable tone.

“Because you couldn’t act accordingly last night! Besides, Radditz won’t be gone long, he’s just going to ride with me there and come back.” Vegeta supplied a reasonable answer.

“You owe me.” Nappa glared at the other bodyguard. He would make sure Radditz knew this even if he did not want to bring up exactly what he was talking about in front of the prince.

Radditz waited until he was certain Vegeta was not able to see in his direction before acknowledging Nappa’s claim with a barely noticeable nod of his head. He may not have pushed the older bodyguard into going as far as he had, but he was slightly indebted to him all the same for at least trying to distract the princess from him. He smiled to himself: if what the prince had said was true, even Nappa’s help hadn’t been enough to throw the young lady from her goal. His grin grew wider when he thought of Chichi’s behavior as being the closest thing to an actual ‘hunt’ he could actually expect out of a human.

“Oh for gods sake! Stop daydreaming.” Vegeta and Nappa had been looking at the distracted sayian for the better part of a minute, both of them noticing he wasn’t blinking.

Radditz gave an embarrassed grimace and got into the passenger’s seat of the dubious looking vehicle Nappa had purchased earlier in the day.

Nappa went back into their rental dwelling. He snickered as he heard the vehicle backfire and the prince’s colorful curse that followed.

~o0o~

Bulma sipped at her jasmine tea as she waited for her brother to finish his dinner. She gave a thankful sigh when he set his utensils down and had managed not to get any on his new clothes. Burgundy was a very strange color on him, but it was quite a bit better than orange. She shook her head as she mused how Halloween-ish he would have looked if he had had his way and worn an orange shirt with his black jeans.

The waitresses could not keep their hands off of him at least. Anyone that passed him seemed to have found some sort of reason to either touch his silk shirt or his short hair. “See, the hair cut is good,” she commented to her brother after the fifth waitress had run her hands through it.

Goku shrugged and asked the waitress something in her native tongue. Bulma had no idea what he had said, but it sure made the waitress blush. She managed to respond quietly before turning and headed back to the kitchen. “Give her three seconds,” Goku told his sister.

Bulma quirked an eyebrow at her brother as giggles erupted from the kitchen. The commotion was interrupted by a loud male voice. Bulma and Goku both watched as the manager came into view. It looked as though he had been pushed from behind the divider. A bill was quickly pressed into his hands and there were not so quiet comments as he straightened out his attire and made his way to the table. Goku turned in his seat and grinned at his sister.

Bulma had no idea what that grin was all about, but the poor manager was blushing as he came to their table. “Good evening,” he began, “Would you like to order dessert?” he asked the two of them.

Bulma could feel her eyes bugging out as her brother shamelessly licked his bottom lip and asked the waiter something in his own language. The poor man blushed to his hairline, but managed to answer back in English with little stammering. “I am sorry sir, but that isn’t on the menu.”

Goku grinned. He looked at his sister, who just shook her head. “I guess that will be all for the evening then,” his response dripped with false regret, and Bulma determined to get the whole story out of him before they left the building.

The poor flustered man set the tab on the table and walked slowly to the back. There was a clamoring of female voices and then more giggles. “What the heck did you say to him?” Bulma hissed. She grinned when it was her brother’s turn to blush.

“Oh…well…” Goku really did not want to go into those kinds of details with his sister.

“I see, you can be a pervert when talking in another language, but can’t tell your clueless sister what you said?” Bulma razzed him. Secretly she was jealous of his ability to pick up languages.

“I really think it is something better left unsaid…to you anyway. I was only playing. I am certain the manager knew that.” Although there was a bit of doubt tinting his last statement. Goku took his wallet out of his back pocket. He shuffled through his credit cards before placing one over the bill.

“Well, don’t waste all your flirting here.” Bulma grinned wickedly. “I want to see you use those charms on a certain prince tonight.” She winked at her discomforted brother.

“Bulma, I don’t know that I can actually flirt with him.” His cheeks turned rosy. “Playing is one thing. Actually being serious? I don’t know that I can do it. Besides, I don’t even know if he likes me.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out for certain…” she left her suggestion hanging.

Goku felt his eyes widen. “Oh, no…”

“What? Can’t be a little forward when it counts?” Bulma rubbed it in. Her brother shook his head. “I can try and find out for you.”

“NO!” Goku exclaimed just as a waitress came to pick up the bill. “Oh, sorry, that wasn’t directed at you.” He smiled warmly. The gal leaned over and whispered something in his ear and he chuckled.

“What was that about?” Bulma asked in curiosity as the waitress sauntered away.

“I guess that poor man fainted after he got back in the kitchen and told his staff what I had proposed to him.” Goku couldn’t help the deviant smile that came across his face. “The waitresses are enjoying his reaction immensely.”

“Okay, now you HAVE to tell me! This isn’t fair.” Bulma tried her best to pout.

Goku sighed. “It involved licking and whipped cream, okay?”

Bulma brought her hand up to her mouth, trying not to laugh loud enough to bring attention to herself. Too bad most of the other patrons in the restaurant had already decided the two of them were the entertainment for the evening.

A different waitress brought back the receipt for Goku to sign. He gave them a generous tip and then stood. “Well, are you ready to see Eddie tonight? Since I beat him last night you have all the time in world to talk with him.”

Bulma’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, and Dad’s success with the gravity field is going to be just the topic to get him riled up.”

Goku grinned as he slipped his dinner jacket on. “I just bet it is.” He was only wearing the jacket because his sister had insisted on him getting it. It was seriously too warm to wear one.

“You just watch it mister,” Bulma said as she hung her purse over her shoulder. “You keep that up and I’ll just straight out ask Vegeta if he is interested.”

Goku groaned. “You would, wouldn’t you?”

“You had better believe it!”

~o0o~

“Chichi, calm down.” The Ox king watched as his daughter fidgeted.

“I can’t help it. Do you think Radditz is coming with him?” she asked her father, as though she was hoping he would suddenly be clairvoyant.

“I don’t know honey, but if he does, you’ll only see him for a minute or two before you have to go.” The big reformed demon cautioned his daughter.

“Why do you say that?” Chichi asked, momentarily stilling.

“Well, aren’t the contestants only allowed one guest? I can’t imagine Vegeta making his man stand outside the whole night,” the Ox King replied.

“Oh.” Chichi responded quietly.

“You need to think of a way to get them to visit during the day if you want to see the bodyguard so badly,” Gyuu Maou advised.

Chichi grinned. “Thank you Daddy!”

“No problem sweetie. Now you just have to…” The king was interrupted by the gong that served as their doorbell rang through out the palace. He cringed a bit as his daughter actually squealed, thinking she was a little old for such behavior, but then again…it had been quite some time since his daughter had shown an interest in a prospective husband. The big man stroked his beard as he thought about how grandchildren would turn out if his daughter were married to an alien. Then he shrugged, figuring it did not matter, as long as his daughter was happy.

Chichi slowed as she neared the front door. She gave a nod to two servants that had been waiting for her appearance before they opened the doublewide doors in order to receive the princess’s guests.

Vegeta recovered from the shocking sight before him with the help of diplomatic experience. “Princess Chichi.” He acknowledged with a slight bow of his head before crossing the threshold.

Radditz did not recover as well. His eyes were glued to the site before him, even as his logic said she had to have no idea what she was doing. Red. Enticing bits of white skin peaked here and there from the gown she wore. His nostrils flared as his eyes narrowed in single-minded focus.

The Ox King managed to walk into the reception hall just as Chichi gasped. Even the easygoing monarch was able to pick up on the sudden tension that was building in the large foyer.

Vegeta turned to look at his bodyguard when Chichi gasped. The guard’s tail had unwound from his waist and just the tip was twitching now. Vegeta growled at Radditz to get his attention. When that did not have any effect, he covertly pointed a finger at the tunnel visioning man and shot the smallest ki blast he could form at him.

Embarrassingly, Radditz yelped at the unexpected shock. He wanted to rub his arm, but stopped himself as Vegeta’s eyes narrowed. He wanted to protest, but knew he had deserved at least a little of what had been dealt to him. He stood a bit straighter and wrapped his tail back around his waist, but kept his head bowed.

“Did I miss something?” Chichi’s father asked into the uncomfortable silence that followed. He tried not to gawk as he saw Radditz tail. Now that he had seen it, he noticed Vegeta’s also. How had he missed them the night before?

Vegeta turned his attention back to his hosts. “The color she wears has some commoners’ folk lore behind it.” Radditz winced at the word ‘commoners’. “I do believe everything has been set in order now though.” Vegeta said without looking back.

“I-I could change…” Chichi started to say; embarrassed and flattered she had unwittingly been the cause of the problem.

“That won’t be necessary your Highness. Will it Radditz?” Vegeta asked archly.

“No, your Highnesses. Your Majesty,” Radditz responded immediately, although inwardly he was damning protocols that made him seem so contrite.

“Well, then,” Chichi hesitated a moment, “I guess I am ready to go.” She turned to give her father a stiff hug and then stepped away.

“Have a good time!” The Ox king told her quietly as his princess walked over to the alien prince.

“Thank you Dad,” Chichi said without looking back as Vegeta held out his arm for her to take.

Radditz turned quickly to leave the building. Normally he would have waited for his prince to leave the building first, but he did not trust himself one iota at the moment.

Chichi tried to smile at the guard, but she was certain he had turned too quickly to notice. The poor soul practically ran out of the palace.

Vegeta rolled his eyes as he watched Radditz march stiffly away from them. When the doors closed behind the three of them he turned to Chichi and asked, “Is there a problem with commoners mating royalty in your society?”

Chichi’s heart started to pound wildly. “No. It is not common, but it is not forbidden. Why?”

Vegeta smiled widely. Chichi showed some surprise at the length of his teeth, but the prince did not notice as he winced when the hover car backfired as Radditz started it up. “At this point I am certain Radditz has no interested in a simple relationship.” Chichi’s eyes narrowed at the implied insult that she would possibly consider being wanton, but managed to keep her mouth shut as Vegeta continued. “I would urgently warn you against courting him if you are not of a similar mind.”

Chichi gave a small smile. “I assure you, if I am going to pursue someone, it is with marriage in mind.” She stepped away from Vegeta in order to toss a capsule to the ground, which became a hover car.

They both climbed in and managed to take off for their destination before Radditz had managed to get fifty yards and killed the engine. “Dang it Nappa! You’re on your own tonight,” he growled as he started the engine back up, accompanied by its usual ‘BANG’.

~o0o~

“Good evening Mr. and Ms. Briefs,” Taul greeted the siblings as they stepped out of the hallway.

“Hello,” Bulma said distractedly. Goku gave the man a warm smile and a shrug.

“Is there something I can help you with?” Taul asked, unaffected.

“Do you know if the Laurel twins are here yet?” Goku asked.

Bulma blushed. “I am sorry Taul. I am a little preoccupied I guess. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“Of course not Ms. Briefs. The Laurel twins are currently in the dinning area,” he said with a genuine smile. He was going to have some juicy gossip to tell the rest of the crew later on!

Goku wondered how Taul could possibly know where the twins were if they were in another room, but shrugged it off. “Thank you,” he said over his shoulder as his sister practically dragged him away.

Both of them missed the interaction between one of the servers and Taul. The blond fanned his face dramatically. Taul just shrugged. This was nothing new to him; no use getting all excited about something you could not have.

Goku managed to slow his sister down. “I’ll catch you folks later. I need to find out who I am playing tonight and get seated.”

“Okay. You don’t mind?” she asked.

Goku laughed. “I don’t need to be around for you to flirt outrageously with Eddie. I am certain you can do that all on your own,” he teased.

“You know that’s not what I meant!” Bulma said quickly in her defense.

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t be able to keep you at the table even if I felt the need to have you constantly at my side for some odd reason. Get out of here,” he said dismissively. “Without your lab, you’re starting to get on my nerves.”

Bulma stuck her tongue out at him before she grinned and turned to go her separate way.

Goku turned back to the interior of the room. He walked over the big screen T.V. that had a steady picture of the matches and tables that were set up for the evening. He grinned as he noticed who his next opponent was. Cicely Twan was going to be a push over. The promiscuous brunette could not think any time she was around him. No matter how highly her chess skills were thought to be he was always her down fall. Too bad the gal had no clue he had no interest in her what so ever.

He went to his table, frowning as he noticed his opponent had already started drinking. “Hello Cicely,” he said as he sat down.

The woman turned from her companion for the evening and grinned delightedly at him. “GOKU! How great to see you.”

Goku grinned despite his slight annoyance. If it had not been for the fact this gal was constantly after his tail, he could have easily liked the cheerful person. “Starting a bit early?” he asked, pointedly looking at her drink.

Cicely waved her hand. “We both know who is going to win tonight. I thought I would enjoy myself.”

“Just don’t pass out during the game,” Goku cautioned. He didn’t want to be stuck here during the daytime because he and his opponent had to have a make up match before the third night.

“Tell ya what; if I pass out, you can call it a forfeit.” Cicely grinned as she took another sip of her drink.

Goku turned in his chair looking for a particular person. He quickly found who he was looking for. “Mr. Shore? A moment of your time please?”

The tall red haired man headed towards Goku and Cicely. “Problems?” he asked worriedly. Cicely had quite a reputation among the group.

“Oh, no. I need you to witness,” Goku said as he turned back to Cicely.

Cicely had the audacity to look offended, but the look faded just as quickly as it had come. “I told Goku that if I pass out, he can declare I forfeited the match,” Cicely told her host. She winked at the older gentleman as she wrapped her lips around the straw in her drink.

Mr. Shore cleared his throat before he spoke. “Consider it witnessed,” he told both competitors.

Cicely grinned and Goku nodded as he sat back down. “You need to relax,” Cicely scolded. “Where’s your sister? She always knows how to set the mood.”

Goku grinned. “She’s finding Eddie.”

Several heads turned as Cicely squealed. “When’s the weddin’?”

Goku laughed. “She’s that blatant huh?”

“No, he’s that interested,” Cicely told Bulma’s brother.

“Really? I have never noticed,” Goku said, trying to keep Cicely talking rather than drinking.

“That man wouldn’t even be here if you hadn’t already registered. He knew Bulma was certain to come along.” The drunken brunette informed him in an overly loud whisper.

Goku grinned conspiratorially and said covertly, “And I wouldn’t have registered if Jane hadn’t told me about it.”

Cicely stopped mid sip. “Well, I’ll be damned. That girl can really pull strings when she wants to, can’t she.” She looked up past Goku’s shoulder as she finished speaking, gulping hard.

Goku turned to where her focus was trained. “Well, Jane. You’ll be happy to know we were just talking about you.”

The blonde gave Goku a cool smile, which faded as she acknowledged Cicely’s presence with a nod.

“And what would be so fascinating about me?” Jane asked as she took the seat next to Goku. Cicely frowned.

“How you manage to pull the strings behind the scenes.” Goku chuckled.

Again Jane smiled a small, polite smile. “Which is why I am out here now. You don’t mind if I observe, do you?”

“Why?” Cicely interrupted, her competitive side coming out. She had not planned on having to vie for Goku’s attention this evening. She set her drink aside.

“Well, if you must know, Eddie and Bulma were drawing on the table cloths not twenty seconds after they met up,” Jane said matter of factly.

Goku grinned. “Kind of cozy?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t be surprised to return after the first game and the two of them have already managed to turn the place into a lab.” Jane actually smiled fondly at the thought, and inside joke. She changed subjects quickly. “So, Cicely, who is your friend?”

Cicely actually had the decency to blush. “I am so rude. Jason, this is Goku and Jane.”

“Glad to make your acquaintance,” Jason said.

Goku reached out for a handshake. “Good to meet you also.”

Jane nodded in the outsider’s direction, but did not copy Goku’s example.

Goku’s attention was suddenly drawn away from their little group to the table set three matches away. He was certain it must have been Chichi’s brilliant red dress that had drawn his initial attention, but he could not help but stare at her companion.

Jane smiled and leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Breathe, Goku, breathe.”

Goku startled. He turned back and practically begged Jane not to say anything with his eyes. He really had never noticed how observant she was.

Jane took his sweaty hand in her cool one and squeezed gently.

Cicely glared daggers.

“Would any of you care for something else to drink before the match begins?” a blond server asked them.

“Water,” Cicely said tersely as she handed what was left of the drink she had to the gal.

“Same for me, thank you,” Goku said. He turned to Jane.

“One for me also please,” Jane replied.

“I’ll take any sort of red lager you have,” Jason requested.
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