From Vegetasei With Love
homeward bound
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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:
*gives napkin*
Admiral ShadoWolf: mmm …
liver. ^^
DarkSerapha: he’s good enough to eat.
Pixelgoddess: okay, there will be handcuffs, just for
you. *click* *moves mouse out of reach* Mwahahaha.
kit-kit: a few more to go …
Zee and Moiira: you caught me -- lamest cliffhanger
ever ^^;
Zofo: Vegeta x Bond = wisecracks. ^^
Tomorrow, I’ll be posting a Valentine’s Day Special over in
main Anime. Please check it out!
In this chapter: things are wrapping up; our heroes head
home.
***
Chapter 12: Homeward Bound
***
Vegeta stalked
over to the locked exterior doors and glowered at them. “This isn’t even worth
wasting ki on.” He took out Mrs. B’s exploding pen, uncapped it, and scrawled
barrier. He turned his back, counted silently, and then,
errant piece of Plexiglas hit him in the head.
When the dust
cleared, the doors had been replaced by a gaping hole. The pen was a keeper.
Vegeta snapped his tail and strode through it; Kakarott laid a hand on his
son’s shoulder and followed. It was night. A glance at the stars told Vegeta
where he was, and which of the two glows on the horizon was
needed to get away fast. He looked over at Gohan, who
was staring at the countryside with eyes as wide as saucers. Right, the lab rat
treatment; he’d probably never seen the night sky before. “Hey, kid. Can you
fly?”
“Don’t call me
that, it makes me feel old.” Vegeta considered. “Kakarott, you take the little
one. I’ll carry the boy.” Kakarott took the infant in his arms, practically
cooing over it. Well, the thing was
adorable. Not that Vegeta would ever say so out loud. He pointed at his back
armor; “Grab on, kid. And hang on tight.” As soon as
himself straight up. He rose to a thousand meters and paused; Kakarott had tied
the infant’s blanket around himself as a carrier, and was right next to him.
“You know we
can’t ever talk about you-know-what.”
“
looks like fun.” Vegeta’s tail flicked. The consequences if King
– got wind of Kakarott’s power did not bear thinking about. But if they had a
large house, with broad grounds to hide his energy – like, say, Vegeta’s
mansion …
The flight was
uneventful. The two of them compared notes; after a while Gohan
stopped freaking out about the height and added his own observations. Those
disks he had lifted from the lab were worth their weight in gold. He also began
to tap his own ki; first growing lighter on Vegeta’s back,
and finally gliding along on his own power. He was smart enough to keep a hand
on Vegeta’s armor, just in case. The kid was going to do fine. A little while
later, the little one – Goten – woke up and naturally
started crying. Kakarott hummed and tried to calm him; Vegeta gritted his teeth
and flew faster.
Not soon enough
for his ears, they were over Chikyuu city. Kakarott
took the lead; he easily picked out his home and landed on the doorstep. Loud
music was already blaring from the club on the other side. No sooner did Vegeta
touch down beside him than the door opened; holding it was a grizzled
ribbon tied around his head. His free hand was holding a baby bottle.
known?” He took the bottle and, after a brief fumble, got Goten
to drink from it.
“I
“Thank you …
Grandpa.”
Vegeta blinked.
This shamanic vision business was going to take some getting used to,
especially since Bardock looked like he’d just stepped out of Vegeta’s
blood-soaked memories. Kakarott curled his tail around his arm and pulled him
inside. Once again Raditz was at the stove, stirring
a pot of something red and fragrant. “There you are, Kaky.
Maybe now you can explain why Dad dragged all your old baby stuff out of
storage – ” He caught sight of Gohan
and Goten. “What the flying – uh, pigs?
While Kakarott
caught up his brother on the last few days – notably leaving out his ascension
– Vegeta borrowed his phone. He called the hotel in
and explained that he’d been called away by an emergency, “So pack up my
belongings and ship them to my home address … of course I’ll pay for the extra
night, what do you take me for?”
the crook of his arm. “You’ve grown up well, kid. I think your father would be proud.”
“You haven’t
changed a bit.”
“Lighter on top,
though, I’ll bet.” Bardock stroked his grandson’s hair with the same fingers
that had once torn enemy soldiers limb from limb. “I’m
going back up north after the weekend, but we’ll be seeing a lot of each other
from now on.”
“I look forward
to it.”
The weirdly
domestic scene continued through dinner, and Raditz
eventually asked Kakarott if he was going to perform the next night. Vegeta had
already decided on one thing: “I hope you don’t mind if I buy all of your
evenings in advance.”
Kakarott
chuckled. “Not at all. As long as
you don’t ask for a discount.”
“I wouldn’t do
that to you. Especially now that you have two boys to take
care of.”
The dancer hopped
into Vegeta’s lap, and the room suddenly felt much warmer. “Gee, I’ve never
been a kept man before.”
“Oh, I’m keeping
you, all right.”
***
Awwwwwwww
In the Final Chapter: Come on, you know how I always end
these things. There will be handcuffs.