Merry-Go-Round

Disclaimer: I do not own DB Z/GT or any of its characters. \'Sides, you don\'t want to sue me. It\'d be like squeezing water out of a dry sponge.

I was challenged by Saffron to write a fic in 24 hours or less, grow a set and post it. Unfortunately, it\'s 36 minutes late. You win this round, Saffron. You won\'t next time. >=O
This fic is unbetad. And forgive the beginning. I\'m crap at starting stories. Oh, and since I\'m god of (in my own twisted mind) the universe, I gave their tails back to them. I like tails.

//thoughts//

Merry-Go-Round

The walls of the gravity room groaned under the pressure as Vegeta set the gravity up another fifty. He was already training under one hundred times his normal seven fifty, but he was trying to keep himself from thinking about the stupid little get-together the \'Z Squad\' had earlier that day. He stalked back to the center of the room, flipped upside down and started doing one handed pushups.

The woman had insisted on him being there. He agreed to go just to squelch her nagging.

It was like every other get-together they had. Tables overloaded with greasy food, tasteless decorations, music that sounded like dying animals, and people he could hardly stand. It was difficult to endure. He took strange comfort in the fact that the Namek was hating it as much as he was.

He looked up once to see Goku leering at him. Leering! He got up to get food before it was gone. Any distraction from that heated gaze was welcome. The overgrown Saiyajin had never looked at him that way before, so why now?

Later, while trying his damndest to ignore Trunks and Goten using him as a jungle gym, he noticed Goku was watching him again. He smiled wickedly and brought a straw to his lips. He touched it with the tip of his tongue before sealing his lips over it, sucking and swallowing. Vegeta had stared stupidly, the implications fully understood, until Goku turned his attention back to the conversation at hand.

Someone was laughing. He had turned his head to see it was the Namek, who had observed the entire exchange. Flushing hotly. and deciding he could no longer tolerate this pointless gathering, he stood up and told the boys to go harass Gohan for a while. Then he left to train despite the woman\'s shouts of protest.

//Idiot third class moron. Who the hell does he think he is, needling his way under my skin like that?// Vegeta growled, and switched hands. //As for the Namek, retrebution will be swift.//

Lowering himself to his feet, he began to throw punches and kicks. He smirked with satisfaction, losing himself in imagining he was pounding the jolly green giant\'s face in for laughing.

In the middle of an aerial kick, the gravity suddenly dropped to zero. Vegeta cursed as he landed on the floor. \"Fuck!\" He looked up to see Goku standing in the doorway. \"What the hell do you want, Kakarrot? I\'m busy!\"

\"You left in an awful big hurry earlier,\" Goku said with a lilt, walking over and offering Vegeta a hand up. \"So I came to check on you.\"

\"Don\'t touch me,\" Vegeta said with a snarl. He batted the proffered hand away and stood up.

\"Temper, temper.\"

\"What do you want?\" Vegeta asked again, picking up a towel and wiping the sweat off of his face. \"Tell me, then go away!\"

\"I want you.\"

\"Tough shit. You can\'t have me.\"

Vegeta busied himself with wiping the excess sweat off of his skin, hoping the moron would give up and go away. But he didn\'t. He just kept standing there. Vegeta lost patience. \"You\'re still here!\"

\"I\'m not leaving anytime soon.\"

\"Stay in here all night then, for all I care.\"

Goku just laughed.

\"Go home and fuck that haridan of yours.\" Vegeta slung his towel over his shoulder. \"Out of my way, clown,\" he said, pushing Goku to the side. He left the gravity room and entered the main building, beelining for his room.

After a shower, he slipped into a pair of sweats and padded barefoot to the kitchen. He froze in the doorway. Goku was leaning against the counter eating a bowl of ice cream. He looked up and licked the spoon, his tail waving back and forth. Vegeta wanted to slap the smirk of his face. Choosing to ignore the other Saiyajin, Vegeta opened the fridge and started setting sandwich makings on the counter next to him.

\"You have a really nice ass.\"

Vegeta lost his temper. He turned and threw a jar of mayonnaise at the offender. \"Are you deaf? I told you to go home!\"

\"And I told you I wasn\'t going to leave,\" Goku said as he walked around the table. Vegeta backed away until he hit the wall. The hair rose on his arms as Goku closed in on him. \"I always get what I want, Vegeta.\"

\"Get away from me!\" he shouted, punching Goku in the jaw.

Goku staggered back, holding his face. Vegeta took the opportunity to run, hoping to lose him in the labyrinth of hallways.

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Vegeta slowed when he reached the labs. Goku hadn\'t made chase, or suddenly appeared with that damned instant transmission. Figuring he was safe, at least for the time being, he stopped to get himself back under control.

Admittedly, he had thought about taking the other Saiyajin before, but dismissed the idea immediately. Goku was earth-raised. He never dreamed that he would ever be able to assert dominance like that, let alone have him reciprocate, so he buried those ideas. //Besides, I don\'t do men. What happened in the kitchen was a little too close for comfort. Right?//

He put his hands on his knees, closing his eyes and focusing on his breathing.

\"Peek a boo.\"

Vegeta\'s head snapped to the right. Goku was coming down the hallway with an uncharacteristic smirk on his face. Vegeta bolted down the hallway, only to have the man reappear and walk out of another corridor ahead of him over and over and over. Laughing. Saying his name.

Now he was cornered in a dead end. Vegeta had had just about enough of this.

Goku was standing at the end of the hallway laughing. Vegeta turned to face him, looking around for any possible way to get past him. //Grated air vent in the ceiling...//

He turned to Goku and gave him a shit eating grin, then charged down the hallway. He leapt up and grabbed the grating, swinging his legs and kicking the other Saiyajin as hard as he could in the chest. Goku flew back and hit the wall as the grating gave under the weight of Vegeta. He fell to the floor, landing on his tail. Ignoring the pain, he stumbled to his feet, threw the grating at Goku and flew up into the air duct.

He clambered around for some time, selecting another grating at random and kicking it out. Turning onto his stomach, he eased himself out of the duct and dropped to the floor. Pushing his ki down, he walked across the room and pressed his ear to the door. Nothing. Thank the gods. He opened the door and stepped back into the hallway, intent on making his way to the onna\'s bedroom where he knew he\'d be safe. He\'d chide himself for running like a coward later.

He didn\'t get far. Goku came around a corner. Both of them stopped in their tracks and stared. Vegeta couldn\'t breathe. Goku cracked another smile. \"Found you.\"

At that precise moment, a short balding human came walking out of an office. What luck. Vegeta lunged forward, grabbed him and shoved him toward the advancing Goku. Then he darted inside the office and slammed the door shut, locking it behind him. Goku rattled the door knob as Vegeta leapt onto the desk and grabbed at the air grate and pulled. It didn\'t budge. He punched it to no avail.

\"Oh, hell no! This is not happening to me!\"

“Where are you going, Ve-ge-taaaah?”

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ugh. my own writing makes me sick. review if you want to.