In Your Dreams

Title: In Your Dreams
Author: CrimsonTide
Pairings: Vegeta x Goku

A/N - Ok, I forgot what my 'big plans' were for this chapter. ^.^' Yeah, I have issues. Regardless, I think this is an amusing chapter and it's two pages longer than usual! I think you'll enjoy it anyway!

Chapter 30

The rest of dinner was uneventful if you ignored the death glares Goku continuously cast in Vegeta’s direction. In fact, every time the prince attempted to speak the younger Saiyajin would give him a swift kick to the shin before he could get a single word out, and it wasn’t long before the elder of the two begrudgingly resigned himself to silently eating his meal.

However, when the group arrived at the theater after leaving the restaurant, Vegeta could no longer hold his tongue.

“I refuse to suffer through what you humans call a ‘chick flick’!”

Bulma spun on her heel and glared at the prince, though her attempts to intimidate him were in vain; especially after having suffered through Goku’s silent threats all night.

“Oh, come on! It’s less than two hours and I for one do NOT want to watch some gory murder movie filled with overly sexual teenagers!”

Yamcha coughed lightly to gain the attention of the group. “Uh... I kinda do...”

Blue eyes turned on him, and the scarred ex-warrior visibly shrunk. It didn’t take much to control him anymore.

Victor, who seemed more interested in the gory movie but knew better than to speak up about it, pointed to a flashy building a little ways down the block. “Well, if we can’t agree on a movie, how about we just go that club over there? Chi and I go there from time to time and they’ve got a great band.”

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest. “Sounds like a better option to me; though I think SOME of us are a little OLD to be clubbing.”

Black eyes pointedly looked at Bulma, and the feisty woman immediately batted the Saiyajin over his head.

“I’M YOUNGER THAN YOU!”

The prince snorted and wisely moved out of hitting range before replying. “Maybe, but some of us are aging better than others.”

Yamcha hooked his arms beneath Bulma’s to hold the raging woman back as she spewed a barrage of insults at the amused Saiyajin. The others watched with sweat drops forming on their heads.

ChiChi, who had little patience for tantrums that weren’t her own, cleared her throat and stepped between the two combatants. “Why don’t we just go down to the club? It’s obvious some of us,” black eyes moved among the men, “aren’t going to be able to sit quietly through a movie anyway.”

Bulma shrugged Yamcha off of her and grumbled under her breath as she smoothed out her dress. “Fine by me.”

Once an agreement was reached, the group casually began to walk down the street to the club, though as they neared their destination, Victor spoke up.

“Is Goku old enough to get in?”

The Saiyajin in question glared at the older man, who immediately threw his palms up as a defensive gesture. “I mean, I know you’re old enough, but you don’t look it.”

Vegeta frowned as he watched the man’s brown eyes roam up and down his mate’s form, and he quickly stepped between the two and threw his arm around Goku’s shoulders, pulling him close. “He’ll get in. If bribery doesn’t work then a little bodily injury always does the trick.”

Goku rolled his eyes. “Vegeta, no breaking bones.”

The prince smirked down at the younger man. “It all depends on how stubborn the doorman is.”

The group fell silent as they finally reached the club, and after a short wait in line, they reached the entrance. The burly man at the door looked them over, but as expected, his eyes stopped on Goku.

“Age?”

The Saiyajin in question rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about it. “I dunno... I guess I’m in my mid-fifties by now... ChiChi, how old are you?”

The black haired woman balked as her face turned red. “Goku, you don’t ask a lady her age!”

Vegeta grinned. “He’s not. He’s asking you.”

Beside his wife, Victor chuckled, which earned him an elbow to the ribs from the feisty woman.

The doorman, however, didn’t look amused. “Mid-fifties? Either you’re trying to be funny or you think I’m really stupid.”

Goku looked at the man innocently. “I’m not trying to be funny....”

The entire group, along with several people within earshot, all began to laugh at the implication, though the Saiyajin hadn’t meant it the way it sounded.

The large man’s face turned red as his expression twisted into an angry scowl, and he took a heavy step toward Goku. Before his outstretched hand could reach the confused Saiyajin, however, it was caught in Vegeta’s grasp. The human’s eyes turned to the prince, and his anger quickly melted into fear when he saw the simmering fury in those hard black eyes. He winced as his trapped fist was squeezed beyond the level of comfort.

“He is old enough to be here and you will let us through. Understand?” Vegeta tightened his grip with an audible crack.

The larger man gasped in pain and nodded quickly. “Yeah, yeah! Go ahead!”

“Hn.” The prince threw the human’s hand away as if it were diseased before he stepped aside to let the others through. Once they’d all passed he shoved a wad of cash into the doorman’s good hand. “I broke three bones. That should cover the hospital bill.”

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The atmosphere inside the club was upbeat, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol, sex, and adrenaline as people danced to the loud music that flowed from the oversized speakers surrounding the band on stage.

Yamcha, being the flirt he was, seemed to be looking in all directions at once as he scanned the crowds. “Yeah, now THIS is my kind of place! These people are hot!”

Bulma growled and hooked her arm with his. “Hey! You’re with me tonight, pal!”

“Aww, but we aren’t dating! Can’t I get a few numbers?”

The tightening grip on his bicep was answer enough, and the scarred man began to pout as they finally arrived at a large booth just beside the dance floor.

Only seconds after they were seated a middle aged man with dark blue eyes approached their table and put on a charming smile as he focused his attention on Bulma. “I’m sorry to intrude, but I noticed you the moment you walked in and I was hoping you might like to dance.”

Bulma grinned wickedly at a flabbergasted Yamcha before putting on a sultry expression that she hadn’t used since she first began to seduce Vegeta. “Only if you buy me a drink too.”

The man smiled and held out his hand to take hers. “Done.”

“Hey, wait a minute!” Yamcha cried as Bulma took the man’s hand and scooted out of the booth. The woman cast him a smirk as they disappeared into the crowd. It was obvious she was trying to make him jealous, just like old times.

Though everyone was amused by the antics, Vegeta was the only one who actually laughed in his face. “Oh, don’t look so surprised! You should be used to rejection by now. Hahahahah---GAH! What the fuck, Kakarotto?!”

Goku, who had again kicked the prince in the shin, cast his mate another warning glare before he turned and smiled at a sulking Yamcha. “Come on, let’s go get some drinks. I bet you’ll meet someone at the bar.”

Vegeta watched in silence as the two men stood from the booth and also disappeared into the crowd, and he looked over at ChiChi and Victor, the only ones left at the table. He folded his arms over his chest and grumbled. “We should have gone to the movies.”

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“I can’t believe she just ditched me like that!”

Goku patted his friend on the shoulder as they wove their way through the maze of bodies. “You know Bulma. She’s just trying to make you jealous. Don’t let it get to you.”

Yamcha sighed dramatically as he and the Saiyajin beside him finally found a couple of empty bar stools and sat down. “I know. Thanks.”

Not too long after that, the bartender took their order of drinks and walked to the other end of the bar to mix them all, leaving them to make idle small talk to pass the time. Goku was just beginning to enjoy himself when he suddenly felt a warm breath on the back of his neck. He jumped when a hand roughly stroked the length of his tail, which he had unknowingly let loose from its’ place around his waist.

“Hey there, pretty thing. Is this real?”

Goku scrunched up his nose at the heavy smell of alcohol that spewed from the man’s breath, and he jerked his tail away when he felt hands on it again.

“Hey, man. Back off.” Yamcha said as he put his hand on the drunk man’s shoulder and pushed him back some. This gave Goku enough space to spin slightly on his stool so he could see the guy. He was a larger man, about the size of Yamcha, and he had several tattoos littering his arms. He was dressed mostly in leather and had a few chains hanging from his pockets. His blonde hair was spiked in all directions with the aid of gel, and his brown eyes were clouded; a clear sign he was drunk.

“Heeeeeeeeey, be cool. I was only being friendly.”

“Well you can be friendly and keep your hands to yourself at the same time.” Yamcha replied as he noticeably sized the guy up, just in case things got out of hand.

Hazy brown eyes looked at him for a moment before he laughed loudly. “Ohhh, I get it! He’s your bitch!”

Goku mouth dropped open and Yamcha blushed a deep crimson, though based on his angry expression, it could have been from anger or embarrassment; perhaps both.

“Watch your mouth, bastard!”

The drunken’ man only chuckled before turning his attention back to Goku. He attempted to put on a sexy smile, which made him look more constipated than anything, and he leaned on the bar, pushing closer to the Saiyajin and invading his personal space.

“Come on. A pretty young thing like you shouldn’t be with an old geezer like him! I bet I could keep you happy all night long...”

Finally becoming annoyed, Goku placed his hand on the guy’s chest and pushed him back a little harder than necessary, causing the older man to stumble drunkenly. “Not interested.”

The man’s overly friendly demeanor instantly changed upon his rejection, and his mouth twisted into a scowl. “Oh, you think you’re too good for me, do ya, bitch?”

Yamcha snorted. “He doesn’t think so, he knows so.”

By now a crowd had begun to gather at the potential of a fight, and the blonde, not wanting to be made a fool of in front of so many people, growled and pulled out a small pocket knife. “How about now?!”

Goku’s gaze flickered down to the blade before he looked back up at the now smirking human. Anger slowly began to bubble to the surface as he found himself once again being treated more like an object rather than a person by a human male. He was tired of being pushed around, and this time he was going to take care of matters on his own.

“Yamcha, take the drinks back to the table. I’ll be there in a minute.”

The scarred man looked over at the Saiyajin in surprise, but when he was met with a steely gaze, he knew better than to argue. He nodded and threw some money on the bar before gathering up their glasses and moving away. He cast the drunk male one last glare as he did.

Goku waited until Yamcha was gone before he motioned to the human to sit down at the now empty stool beside him.

The blonde grinned and put his knife away before he strutted forward and sat down. “I knew you’d come around. So you have a thing for bad boys then? You didn’t seem interested till I whipped my blade out.”

Goku tried not to roll his eyes as he motioned to the bartender for another drink. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Hmmm, I’d love to show you my other blade, if you catch my drift.”

The Saiyajin could feel the fur on his tail bristle as the man leaned closer to him. Luckily, the drinks he ordered were placed in front of them that same second. He pushed one of the glasses toward the blonde, who grinned and raised the drink to his lips.

Goku raised his own glass and watched the other man’s movements from the corner of his eye. He waited until the man’s mouth touched the rim of the glass before he sent a small burst of invisible ki at it. The mug shattered in the man’s face, and a loud shriek quieted the entire bar as the shards dug their way deep into his flesh.

“Ahhh! My face! I can’t see!!!”

Goku slipped from his stool and used his drink to cover his grin as he wove his way through the group of people that had rushed forward to help the withering and bleeding man. It wasn’t long before the sound of an ambulance could be heard outside.

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When he’d returned to their table, Goku had been questioned about what had occurred at the bar. The Saiyajin had pretended like he hadn’t seen anything, though Yamcha and Vegeta knew that wasn’t the case.

After a few drinks, Yamcha had slipped off in search of Bulma, and ChiChi and Victor had moved over to the dance floor. Goku, who had indulged in a couple of beers to relax himself, was feeling nice and fuzzy, not to mention affectionate. The younger Saiyajin, who Vegeta could now declare was a touchy feely drunk, was currently straddling his mate’s lap and nuzzling his face into the older man’s neck.

“Mmm, Geta... you smell good.”

The prince smirked as Goku shifted against him, and he looked past the black tail that was waving in the air in front of him to focus on Victor and ChiChi, who were approaching the booth again. The couple looked flushed and sweaty from the dancing they’d done, and they also appeared a bit giggly. They too had had a few drinks that night.

Goku turned his head a little when the pair sat down, and Vegeta was surprised to hear a low growl escape from the younger man’s throat. His grip seemed to tighten as well for only a moment before he turned back to the prince and began to rub his head against Vegeta’s face and neck, much like a cat would do to something it believed was his. He was scent marking him.

The older man laughed suddenly when he realized Goku was telling Victor and ChiChi that Vegeta belonged to him and to keep away. The sudden show of possessiveness from the other Saiyajin pleased the prince, and he purred and wrapped his tail around Goku’s waist, much to his mate’s delight.

The two humans seated at the booth watched in what appeared to be fascination, though Vegeta could tell ChiChi was also aroused by the sight of her ex-husband publicly showing his affection for his prince.

“Goku... you never acted that way with me before...” the woman said with a hint of jealousy in her voice.

The younger Saiyajin blinked and turned slightly in Vegeta’s lap in order to see ChiChi better. A smile broke out over his face and he laughed. “I was never drunk then!”

The older woman blinked. “All this because you’re drunk?”

“Mmmhmmm....You heard Vegeta before... I’m shy .”

Goku dissolved into a fit of laughter, which eventually had everyone else at the table joining him in his moment of humor. Just as quickly as he’d started laughing though, the Saiyajin stopped and a suddenly serious expression appeared on his face as he turned back to Vegeta. “But I’m not all THAT submissive!”

The prince squawked as Goku suddenly pounced on him, and he fell backward on the seat. The younger Saiyajin purred and crouched above him as he crushed their lips together in an aggressive kiss.

Victor and ChiChi could only see Goku’s waving tail from where they sat, and they each slowly leaned down in order to watch the passionate display from beneath the table.

“We really shouldn’t be watching them.” Victor said.

ChiChi shushed him and licked her lips as Vegeta’s arms wrapped around Goku and his hips bucked upward to meet those of his mates’. “Shut up. This is hot.”

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It wasn’t too long after their intense make-out session that Vegeta announced they were leaving. It was late anyway, but if he didn’t leave now, he was going to end up taking Goku right there on the table, and he didn’t think his sobering mate would appreciate that in the morning.

Finding Bulma and Yamcha wasn’t easy, especially considering Goku had firmly attached himself to Vegeta’s back. His legs were wrapped tightly around the older Saiyajin’s waist, and his arms were draped over his shoulders.

“Kakarotto, have your legs stopped working?!”

Goku chuckled in the older man’s ear. “No. I just want to molest you.”

Beside them ChiChi shrieked with laughter. Now there was a sentence one would never have expected to come from their innocent Goku’s mouth.

While getting molested by Kakarotto was not a bad thing in Vegeta’s mind, he was becoming increasingly annoyed with the situation. He was horny, he had a horny Saiyajin licking the back of his neck like some starving cat, a shrieking banshee at his side, and no Bulma or Yamcha.

The patrons of this club might end up with a show tonight after all. The mating habits of Saiyajins.

Just when Vegeta was about to send a ball of ki through the roof as a discrete signal to the others, Yamcha shouldered his way through the crowd cradling a sleeping Bulma in his arms. The scarred man looked flustered and sweaty, but he seemed to be beaming at the same time.

“What are you so smug about?” the prince asked, though he already had an idea.

“I got some! I found Bulma dancing with some guy and I got so angry that I punched him in his ugly face. Next thing I know, I’m in the bathroom getting raped! It was awesome!”

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “The woman always was a whore for violence.”

“Me too!” Goku suddenly announced. He bit down on Vegeta’s ear a moment later, and the older Saiyajin nearly stumbled as a wave of lust overtook him.

“We need to go... NOW!”

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TBC

Looking forward to the next chapter I bet!

Oh, and in case you were all wondering what happened with the exploding glass, I was referring to the thing Goku seems to do with his eyes; like when he blasted a hole in the ground for Vegeta's grave using only energy he focused through his eyes. I also remember him doing something similar with a glass while in the hospital, and he eventually broke it when ChiChi distracted him.