Cabin Fever

A/N: No, I don\'t own DBZ or its characters. This is just a little story I dreamed up and wrote for pleasure, not profit. Blah, blah, blah. Platitude, platitude, and all other legal mumbo-jumbo.

Also, if you\'re uncomfortable with Yaoi--hot male/male action--then I advise you to not read on. Otherwise, enjoy.



Ch. 1

“Oh, no you don’t Kakarot!” Vegeta screamed as he pursued Goku across the sky.

“Oh, yeah?” taunted Goku.

Vegeta halted in midair as Goku flickered out of sight. Large eyes grew narrow with frustration.

“Two can play at that game!” he hissed.

Having sensed Goku directly behind him readying his attack, Vegeta teleported behind Goku, and delivered a crushing blow to his spine. Goku screamed as his body sailed through the sky, slicing through clouds, and towards the ground. Vegeta teleported again so that he was under Goku’s falling form only to give him a sharp kick in the stomach. He rose above him once more to elbow him between the shoulder blades. Goku gave out a choked cry as blood sprayed between his lips as he kept falling. Finally, his body crashed into the Earth.

“….Kami….” Goku groaned.

Vegeta landed next to Goku’s body, swishing his tail eagerly from side to side as he noted Goku’s cuts, scratches, and tattered orange gi.

Vegeta crossed his arms about his chest and snorted, “Hn! Had enough?”

“Ugh….” Goku smiled weakly.

“Fine, Kakarot!” Vegeta said.

He kneeled next to Goku and shoved a senzu bean past his bloodied lips. Vegeta started as Goku sprang to his feet.

“Wow, Vegeta! You were incredible! You’ve gotten a lot stronger!”

“Did you doubt me? I am the Prince of Saiya-jins.”

“Of course, I don’t doubt you, Vegeta. Anyway, great sparring session!”

Vegeta maintained his trademark scowl, but his face was tinted a light crimson as he blushed at Goku’s compliments.

“Let’s get you home and cleaned up, Kakarot, before your woman sees you and—“

“Oh, man! I don’t even want to think what Chi-Chi would do to me!”

Vegeta stared past Goku for a moment. He wondered what he was looking at, so he joined Vegeta in the view. He perked up and slapped Vegeta on the back.

“Great, idea! We can clean up in the lake! Maybe I can catch some fish for dinner, too!!” Goku exclaimed as he began to salivate at the latter.

Vegeta wasted no time in making his way to the lake. He stood by the shore and peeled off his gloves and boots. The blue spandex was to follow. Goku watched intently as the fabric fell away from his slender form. He continued to watch as Vegeta stretched, observing how his muscles moved under his taut skin. He flushed and tore his eyes away as Vegeta looked back at him.

“Are you coming, Kakarot?” Vegeta asked roughly.

Goku licked his lips and whispered, “Not yet…”

Vegeta narrowed his eyes, “What was that?”

“Yeah, coming!”

As he walked towards him, Vegeta dived into the water. He submerged himself and rose again to the surface with his hair matted about his face. Clumsily, Goku pulled off his boots and the remnants of his gi, and dived in after him.

“The water is great!” Goku yelled.

Vegeta said nothing. He went under water again and rose to float on his back. Goku saw the water cascade over Vegeta’s flesh and loved how it glistened under the sun.

“Beautiful,” Goku whispered.

He was shaken out of his thoughts when he felt himself being forced under water. Vegeta held his head under, and cackled as he watched Goku thrash wildly. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled the larger Saiya-jin up for air. Goku spat a mouthful of water into Vegeta’s face and laughed at the Prince’s expression.

“Gotcha back!” Goku teased.

Vegeta splashed his face with fresh water, “Yeah, you got me…”

“Um, Vegeta?”

“What is it?”

“I feel… It’s just that I—“

“Out with it, Kakarot!”

“I want you.”
Lust filled eyes met widened eyes. Goku waded through the water towards the smaller Saiya-jin until he met him nose to nose. He raised a hand to Vegeta’s face and gently stroked his cheek. From his cheek, his hand hooked itself behind Vegeta’s neck to pull him close—so close that he could feel his heart beat against his chest. He dipped his head down to kiss him, only to be interrupted.

“Hey! They’re over here!” he heard a voice call.

Vegeta pulled away from Goku’s grasp and climbed on shore. He was met by a blur of lavender, and was sent flying back into the lake.

“Sorry, Dad,” Trunks chuckled.

Vegeta snarled, “Clumsy brat! What are you doing here?”

“Mom and Chi-Chi sent me and Goten out to look for you guys. Dinner’s almost ready and we’re all eating at our place.”

“Yeah,” Goten giggled as he ran towards his father. “Mom told me to bring these!” he said as he presented Goku with a fresh set of clothes.

Goku blushed, “That Chi-Chi… She thinks of everything! Thanks, son.”

“Here’s some for you, too, Dad,” Trunks said.

Vegeta snatched the bundle from Trunks’ hands and went behind some brush to get dressed. He came out wearing black slacks and a fresh white shirt and black loafers.

“Lookin’ good, Dad!”

“Thanks, boy.”

“How do I look, son?” Goku asked as he came out dressed in a very similar outfit.

“Great!!!”

“Alright!” Goku shrieked. “Let’s go! Dinner has to be REALLY good if we have to dress up!”

Goku took to the skies ahead of the others in a great burst of energy. The other three followed while making light of Goku’s seemingly insatiable appetite. By the time they caught up to him, they were at Capsule Corp, and even then, he burst inside and to the table.

“Hey, Goku! You want to leave some for us?” Trunks asked.

“Yeah, Dad! No fair!”

The boys rushed to the table after Goku while Vegeta sauntered towards them. Just as the men were reaching for some food, the four of them were met with a searing pain on the backs of their hands.

“Goku! Goten! Where are your manners!?” Chi-Chi screamed.

“Same goes for you, Trunks and Vegeta!” Bulma added.

They quickly withdrew their hands to rub away the pain. The ladies took their seats and glared at their husbands. The boys stared at their mothers, and the men simply stared at the food.

Chi-Chi broke the silence, “Goku! Will you please say grace?”

“But Chi-Chi…” Goku whined.

“NOW!!!!!!”

Goku quickly bowed his head, “Um… uh…. I…. LET’S EAT!!!”

The Saiya-jins and demi-Saiya-jins dug in with a fury. Bits of half chewed food pelted Bulma and Chi-Chi’s faces. The two rose and left the dining room, and entered the kitchen to eat the dishes they prepared for themselves beforehand. They sat quietly in each other’s company and chewed slowly while basking in seething anger. Chi-Chi twitched mildly as she heard Goku’s voice from the other room.

“Oh, boy! That was delicious! Think they made some more?”

“Let’s go check, Goten,” Trunks said as he pulled him into the kitchen with him.

Goten’s eyes lit up. “Alright!” he said as he grabbed the dish from under Chi-Chi and Bulma’s noses. “Got some more, Dad!”

When the two plates were placed before the four of them, Goku spoke, “Well, it’s not much…. You boys enjoy it, okay?”

“Yay!!!” the boys exclaimed simultaneously.

Vegeta watched as their sons ate and Goku watched him. He was snapped from his daze as he heard the kitchen door burst open. He turned his head and was met with two sets of fiery eyes.

He grinned and laughed weakly, “What’s the matter, Chi-Chi?”

“What’s the matter? What’s the matter!? Bulma, Goku wants to know what’s the matter. You want to tell him?” Chi-Chi said with a crazed expression.

“We’re sick, sick, SICK of cooking for your HUGE Saiya-jin appetites only to have our efforts go unappreciated!” Bulma screamed.

“This has been going on for YEARS and we’ve had enough!” Chi-Chi continued.

Vegeta sat back in his chair and smirked. “Is that so?”

“And YOU!!!!” Bulma screeched. “I’m sick of your arrogant, pompous, princely ass!”

Vegeta crossed his arms and upturned his nose, “Hn! Leave! See if I care!”

“I don’t think so! This is MY home! So I want you OUT!”

“Where do you expect me to go?”

“Wherever Goku’s going, because he’s out, too!” Chi-Chi cut in.

Goku looked at Vegeta, “But, Chi-Chi…”

Goten sobbed, “Mom! What are you doing?”

“I’m taking a stand, Goten. Maybe one day you’ll understand that when you’re pushed to your limits, you’ve got to do something to promote change. And this is it, Goku!!!! I’m going now to pack up your things! Come on, Goten!”

“Daaaaaaad-dy!” Goten cried.

And with that, they were out of sight. Vegeta and Goku watched as Bulma went upstairs after she declared she was packing his things as well. Trunks followed to try to convince her otherwise.

Goku shifted his gaze back to Vegeta. “What did we do?”

“Idiot!” Vegeta pushed his chair away from the table and went to join his family upstairs.

Goku could hear him shouting: “Don’t touch my things, woman! I can pack them myself!” He heard stomping as Vegeta stormed down the stairs and pulled Goku with him.

“Come on, Kakarot!” Vegeta said with a scowl.

“Dad?” Trunks said.

Vegeta softened his expression. “I’ll come see you.”

Trunks ran to hug his father. “Okay, Dad. I love you.”

“Th—that’s enough, boy!” he said as he gently pushed him away. “Now you listen to me, you watch over that wretched woman! And… I love you, too… Trunks.”

He flickered out of sight with Goku in tow. They reappeared in Goku’s home where Chi-Chi was frantically packing his bags.

“There you are, Goku! Here’s the last one!” she said as she hurled a bag at him. “Now get out!”

Goku frowned. “Now hold on! Let me say goodbye to Goten!”

Goten ran downstairs with tears streaming down his face. “Daddy!”

“Oh, Goten. I’m so sorry you have to go through all this. But just know that I love you more than life itself, and that I will come to see you real soon, okay?”

“O—Okay,” Goten sniffed.

Goku whispered, “And forgive your mother. She’s crazy!”

“I HEARD THAT!!!” she roared. “You said your goodbyes, now LEAVE!”

“Sheesh! Alright!”

Both Goku and Vegeta teleported from his home and into a clearing in the forest. Their bags landed on the ground with a crash. They stood looking at the dust that rose, and then at each other.

“Maybe we can stay at Gohan and Videl’s for a while,” Goku suggested.

“The smartest thing you’ve said all day. What are we waiting for!?”

They flew to Gohan’s and Goku shamefully explained what had happened. Gohan hugged his father and patted Vegeta as he invited them in.

“It’s great to have you here, Dad, as I don’t get to see you much anymore. And, of course, you’re always welcomed, Vegeta! Our home is your home!” Gohan said with excitement.

The evening drew to a close as they settled in their rooms. Goodnights were said all around, and the house laid still.