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I know, the idea is not very new, but I tried not to copy from other writers. Some people in this story may behave a little OOC.
Part One
The sun was shining friendly on the roofs of Capsule Corporation. A pair of larks breathed their happy chatter into the clear morning air. The birds were suddenly disturbed when two people came flying at a high speed and landed in the courtyard of the Corporation building. As soon as their feet touched the ground a young blue-haired women came hastily out of the front door to greet the newcomers. "Its Kulillin and his family." She shouted back over her shoulder and then turned towards the visitors. Hands were shaken and shoulders clapped. "Great that you could make it today." The blue-haired girl laughed. "The weather is brilliant. Chichi says, it'll be a perfect day for a family holiday. The kids can't await to get to the beach." One of the newcomers, a tall blonde women who carried a little girl in her arms, raised an eyebrow. "And their fathers?" "Can you believe, C18? They have been in that damned room all morning. They said they would stay there to train. I expected such behavior from Vegeta, but this time Son Goku agrees with him. And normally, he loves those family holidays. So, they won't come with us. They said they will see us later, maybe." "Strange." The blonde looked thoughtful for a moment, then she shook her head. "Men!", she added, completely ignoring the disgusted snort of the short man next to her.
After this comment the topic was dropped. Soon the front door opened a second time and two boys ran out. They were followed by another women who was carrying a lot of packages. "I have prepared the lunch boxes.", she said. "Everybody ready?", the blue-haired asked. The blonde lowered her voice. "Before we go, Bulma, I have to wash my hands." "You know were it is.", was the answer. So C18 vanished into the building.
On her way back to the others she went along a big hallway. There she passed a door which had the letters 'GR' on it. What she heard when she moved along, brought her feet to an abrupt halt. She stood there stunned and listened to two voices coming from behind that door.
"Owwiiie, that hurt. Not so hard, Vegeta," a very familiar male voice said. "you have to be more gentle." Vegeta's answer raised C18's hair. "I try to be gentle. It is just, I'm doing this for the first time, you know." The other man sounded annoyed. "Do you think what you are doing is romantic, Vegeta?" The woman outside paled. Vegeta sounded offended. "Why do we have to be romantic anyway, Kakarott? Why can't we just get over with it? Why do we have to do all this shit about softness and so on?" "Its not as if I wanted this in the first place. It was your idea. You came to me, to... assist you, remember?"
Before she could listen to any more statements from the inside, she heard footsteps coming down the hallway. "Darling, where are you?" Her husband moved around the corner. "We are waiting for you." Still shocked from the conversation, she had just overheard, she followed him quickly. Shortly after, when they were out of earshot from that certain room, she stopped him. "Krillin, I know why Vegeta and Goku won't come along with us." He looked at her curiously. She told him the news. He was as shocked as she had been just a minute before. "I can't believe they are doing this -and, and ... in Bulma's House. You must be mistaken." She repeated the conversation word by word. "Still, I can't believe it. There must be a logical explanation, I'm sure." At this moment the couple heard the door of the gravity chamber open and Son Goku came out, face still turned to someone inside the room. "If you wanna have me doing anything like this again, Vegeta, you have to follow my advice. But since we started this whole affair, you behaved like a stubborn child-" Goku stopped all of a sudden when he realized that they were watched by C18 and Krillin. His mouth dropped open and his hand moved behind his head. When the tirade broke of, Vegeta came out to see what had caused Son Goku to stop in mid-sentence. Both man stood in the hallway with very similar expressions on their faces. They looked like children who had been found with their hands in the cookie-jar. The whole group seemed paralyzed for a short moment. Son Goku was the first to react. He persuaded his lips to form a bright smile. "Hi, guys. What are you doing over here?" "What are YOU two doing over here?", 18 exclaimed in return. Both man exchanged secretive glances. "Training." was all Vegeta said. "Yes, we were training. We were experimenting with a new ... err, fusion technique." 18 choked hard and Krillin burst into a cough. Bulma chose this moment to step into the hallway. "Guys where are you? The kids are waiting." With that, she turned. Kurilin smiled uncertain at the Saiyans. "We have to go now. We'll see us later, right?" "Yeah, later." Goku nodded while Vegeta tried to kill them with his glance.
Kurilin and his wife turned and left the Corporation building.
The whole day they whispered about the weird meeting when they were sure no one would overhear them. The couple discussed how to deal best with the whole terrible incident. At the end of the day on the flight home Kurilin was sure he couldn't bear this secret any longer. It was absolutely out of question to tell it to Bulma or Chichi right now. Still they had to learn the horrible truth someday. Someone had to tell them. Someone who was reasonable, friendly and faithful. Someone the women liked. A close friend, like... "Hey, I have to see Yamcha. Don't wait for me, darling. It could get late."
18 didn't disagree, so he turned around and flew into another direction, while she headed back to Kame house.
Yamcha had been preparing dinner, when Kurilin had stormed into his kitchen and told him the news. Afterwards, they were sitting on the couch and went through the details. If it wasn't for Krillin, Yamcha would thought of it as a sick joke of 18. But was the idea so unimaginable?
"It is probably natural for them to do so.", Yamcha pondered, "I mean, they are the last survivors of their race. They are the strongest beings on this planet. That designs them to be partners, somehow. And besides, I always expected this rivalry between them to have underlying reasons. Subconscious affection or something like that, maybe." "You think Vegeta has been in love with Goku all those years? That goes a bit to far, don't you think?" "I don't want to say they have been in love the whole time. But the Vegeta may have felt some attraction for Goku. The best way to hide such feelings, is to act aggressive and unfriendly, especially for someone like him with that lack of social experience. And Goku? I'm not quite sure if he really loves Chichi, we both know that he married her only because she practically dragged him to the church. And remember, they are not human. It could be a Saiyan thing." "So, you assume...?" "I don't assume anything, Krillin. What you have heard could have a totally harmless explanation, but I say everything is possible when those two are concerned. And by the way, this talking about 'fusion techniques' sounds really weird." Finally the friends decided that it would be best to wait for Goku and Vegeta to make up their minds, and maybe tell their wives themselves, or for the situation to solve itself in another way.
Life went on as usual till 3 days before Midsummer's eve. On that special date, Bulma's father celebrated his 60 birthday. A huge party was planned. The high society of the City was invited and many of the corporation's employees. The Brief's anniversary had been discussed in public as the greatest social event of the year. Unfortunately for the Zgang, this social acme involved Bulma's friends helping with the preparations. By now, the Corporation grounds looked like a huge building site. Pavilions had to be erected, fireworks installed, chairs and tables had to be placed and decorations put into place. Everybody was engaged in the work from morning till nightfall.
Then the shoe dropped. Yamcha was helping to unload a transport vehicle, when he saw Vegeta and Goku sneaking away from the rest of them. Nobody seemed to notice. They wouldn't dare. Not now, not here. He argued for a short moment whether he should follow them. Even supposed adulterers had a right for privacy. At last, Yamcha's curiosity got the best of him and he followed the pair. Soon after, he spied them sitting in one of the half erected Pavilions in the park. He stayed in the shadow of a near bush not daring to face them. The Saiyans talked about a secret meeting in the evening. Son Goku tried to persuade Vegeta to keep the appointment. From his position, Yamcha couldn't understand them clearly, the sound of their voices mingled with the noise of the party preparations. Suddenly, Vegeta stood. "I can't do this any longer, Kakkarot. This is ridiculous! It is absolutely weird." Now Son Goku was standing too. "Vegeta, it is not my fault. You were the one who talked me into it." Vegeta growled in frustration. Son Goku's face warmed. "We won't have to keep it secret much longer. Hold on for a short while. Think of Bulma, what would she say, if she knew? Now, that we have begun, we have to get it through somehow. You know, you still have me for comfort- " Goku raised his hand to pat Vegeta's shoulder. The other Saiyan recoiled. "Don't touch me right now, Kakkarot, you've touched me already to often in the last weeks." with that Vegeta stormed out of the Pavilion and left the scene. Goku sighed and went back to the others, leaving a totally stunned Yamcha. In contrast to what he had said to Kurilin, Yamcha had only half believed this tale. Seeing that it was true was very much of a shock for the warrior. He turned around, deep in thought, and so it was no wonder he jumped back when he bumped into someone. Someone who stood only a few inches behind him. That person was big, green and had pointed ears. "Piccolo, what are you doing here?" "I'm watching you watching them." Yamcha blushed. "I, I didn't want to eavesdrop. I just came here by chance." "So, you followed them by Chance, huh? And you hid here the whole time for nothing?" "How long have you been standing there?" "Long enough." "Ahh, Piccolo, it's not what you think. Its just, that whole freaky situation." Piccolo raised an eyebrow and waited for an explanation to come. "Its about something C18 heard a few weeks ago..." He told the story to the Namek. Piccolo just shrugged. "You must be kidding. They have families." Yamcha got angry. "Look Piccolo, its not that you are an expert in love affairs. Why else should they meet in secret?" Piccolo shook is head but something stopped him cold. "Wait. You may be right. They were talking about meeting this evening. Vegeta said his wife mustn't know or he would kill himself. And then he said that he wished he never had married and that they would not be in this situation if they were singles." Yamcha nodded triumphantly. "You see, its serious. "Don't tell around that I've told you this, Piccolo. Originally it should stay a secret between 18, Krillin and me." "Why should I tell anybody about messy human love matters?"
Everybody went back to work. But then, things became more complicated. Bulma had the feeling that some of her friends were hiding something. She observed Kurilin and Yamcha whispering. Then she saw Krillin running to 18 and then whispering with her, while at the same time Yamcha exchanged meaningful glances with Piccolo. When she went into the direction of Kurilin and his wife they stopped their conversation and Krillin looked slightly embarrassed. That was the day. In the evening things got worse still. The Zgang was sitting around the dinner table. Bulma realized that Yamcha and the couple stared at her and Vegeta when they thought she wouldn't notice. It made her crazy that she couldn't figure out why. 'Something is not right. Could it be my clothes, or my hairstyle? Or maybe they are angry with me for some reason. Is it because I asked them to help us with this? Do they think that I just want them to work for me? Do my friends think that bad of me? And what about Vegeta? Is he in on it, too?? Did he just stare at 18? Oh my god, should they be attracted to each other?' As soon as Vegeta had finished his meal, he stood up. "Where are you going?" his wife asked almost panically. "Training." was all he answered before he left the room. Not quite a minute later, Goku rose too. "Sorry, Bulma, I've got something important to do. Your food was great. Bye." And then Goku was gone. Could it be that 18 and her husband were getting nervous by now? They whispered again and then 18 exclaimed: "We are sorry too, but I just remembered I forgot some, uh, tools in the park. We have to find them." "It is dark by now, we could also get them tomorrow." Bulma answered. "No, no, we look for them NOW." 18 had addressed Krillin with the final 'NOW'. He jumped from his chair. They both hurried out of the dining room. "Wait, I'll help you." Yamcha shouted and followed them. "This is going to get interesting.", was all Piccolo had to say, before he made his way out of the room. The rest sat there dumbfounded. Dinner seemed to be over. The others excused themselves and left a devastated Bulma. Goku's wife was the only one keping her company. "Fine!", Chichi said. "And who is going to wash the dishes? You and me, as always." The two women began to clean the dinner table.
I know, the idea is not very new, but I tried not to copy from other writers. Some people in this story may behave a little OOC.
Part One
The sun was shining friendly on the roofs of Capsule Corporation. A pair of larks breathed their happy chatter into the clear morning air. The birds were suddenly disturbed when two people came flying at a high speed and landed in the courtyard of the Corporation building. As soon as their feet touched the ground a young blue-haired women came hastily out of the front door to greet the newcomers. "Its Kulillin and his family." She shouted back over her shoulder and then turned towards the visitors. Hands were shaken and shoulders clapped. "Great that you could make it today." The blue-haired girl laughed. "The weather is brilliant. Chichi says, it'll be a perfect day for a family holiday. The kids can't await to get to the beach." One of the newcomers, a tall blonde women who carried a little girl in her arms, raised an eyebrow. "And their fathers?" "Can you believe, C18? They have been in that damned room all morning. They said they would stay there to train. I expected such behavior from Vegeta, but this time Son Goku agrees with him. And normally, he loves those family holidays. So, they won't come with us. They said they will see us later, maybe." "Strange." The blonde looked thoughtful for a moment, then she shook her head. "Men!", she added, completely ignoring the disgusted snort of the short man next to her.
After this comment the topic was dropped. Soon the front door opened a second time and two boys ran out. They were followed by another women who was carrying a lot of packages. "I have prepared the lunch boxes.", she said. "Everybody ready?", the blue-haired asked. The blonde lowered her voice. "Before we go, Bulma, I have to wash my hands." "You know were it is.", was the answer. So C18 vanished into the building.
On her way back to the others she went along a big hallway. There she passed a door which had the letters 'GR' on it. What she heard when she moved along, brought her feet to an abrupt halt. She stood there stunned and listened to two voices coming from behind that door.
"Owwiiie, that hurt. Not so hard, Vegeta," a very familiar male voice said. "you have to be more gentle." Vegeta's answer raised C18's hair. "I try to be gentle. It is just, I'm doing this for the first time, you know." The other man sounded annoyed. "Do you think what you are doing is romantic, Vegeta?" The woman outside paled. Vegeta sounded offended. "Why do we have to be romantic anyway, Kakarott? Why can't we just get over with it? Why do we have to do all this shit about softness and so on?" "Its not as if I wanted this in the first place. It was your idea. You came to me, to... assist you, remember?"
Before she could listen to any more statements from the inside, she heard footsteps coming down the hallway. "Darling, where are you?" Her husband moved around the corner. "We are waiting for you." Still shocked from the conversation, she had just overheard, she followed him quickly. Shortly after, when they were out of earshot from that certain room, she stopped him. "Krillin, I know why Vegeta and Goku won't come along with us." He looked at her curiously. She told him the news. He was as shocked as she had been just a minute before. "I can't believe they are doing this -and, and ... in Bulma's House. You must be mistaken." She repeated the conversation word by word. "Still, I can't believe it. There must be a logical explanation, I'm sure." At this moment the couple heard the door of the gravity chamber open and Son Goku came out, face still turned to someone inside the room. "If you wanna have me doing anything like this again, Vegeta, you have to follow my advice. But since we started this whole affair, you behaved like a stubborn child-" Goku stopped all of a sudden when he realized that they were watched by C18 and Krillin. His mouth dropped open and his hand moved behind his head. When the tirade broke of, Vegeta came out to see what had caused Son Goku to stop in mid-sentence. Both man stood in the hallway with very similar expressions on their faces. They looked like children who had been found with their hands in the cookie-jar. The whole group seemed paralyzed for a short moment. Son Goku was the first to react. He persuaded his lips to form a bright smile. "Hi, guys. What are you doing over here?" "What are YOU two doing over here?", 18 exclaimed in return. Both man exchanged secretive glances. "Training." was all Vegeta said. "Yes, we were training. We were experimenting with a new ... err, fusion technique." 18 choked hard and Krillin burst into a cough. Bulma chose this moment to step into the hallway. "Guys where are you? The kids are waiting." With that, she turned. Kurilin smiled uncertain at the Saiyans. "We have to go now. We'll see us later, right?" "Yeah, later." Goku nodded while Vegeta tried to kill them with his glance.
Kurilin and his wife turned and left the Corporation building.
The whole day they whispered about the weird meeting when they were sure no one would overhear them. The couple discussed how to deal best with the whole terrible incident. At the end of the day on the flight home Kurilin was sure he couldn't bear this secret any longer. It was absolutely out of question to tell it to Bulma or Chichi right now. Still they had to learn the horrible truth someday. Someone had to tell them. Someone who was reasonable, friendly and faithful. Someone the women liked. A close friend, like... "Hey, I have to see Yamcha. Don't wait for me, darling. It could get late."
18 didn't disagree, so he turned around and flew into another direction, while she headed back to Kame house.
Yamcha had been preparing dinner, when Kurilin had stormed into his kitchen and told him the news. Afterwards, they were sitting on the couch and went through the details. If it wasn't for Krillin, Yamcha would thought of it as a sick joke of 18. But was the idea so unimaginable?
"It is probably natural for them to do so.", Yamcha pondered, "I mean, they are the last survivors of their race. They are the strongest beings on this planet. That designs them to be partners, somehow. And besides, I always expected this rivalry between them to have underlying reasons. Subconscious affection or something like that, maybe." "You think Vegeta has been in love with Goku all those years? That goes a bit to far, don't you think?" "I don't want to say they have been in love the whole time. But the Vegeta may have felt some attraction for Goku. The best way to hide such feelings, is to act aggressive and unfriendly, especially for someone like him with that lack of social experience. And Goku? I'm not quite sure if he really loves Chichi, we both know that he married her only because she practically dragged him to the church. And remember, they are not human. It could be a Saiyan thing." "So, you assume...?" "I don't assume anything, Krillin. What you have heard could have a totally harmless explanation, but I say everything is possible when those two are concerned. And by the way, this talking about 'fusion techniques' sounds really weird." Finally the friends decided that it would be best to wait for Goku and Vegeta to make up their minds, and maybe tell their wives themselves, or for the situation to solve itself in another way.
Life went on as usual till 3 days before Midsummer's eve. On that special date, Bulma's father celebrated his 60 birthday. A huge party was planned. The high society of the City was invited and many of the corporation's employees. The Brief's anniversary had been discussed in public as the greatest social event of the year. Unfortunately for the Zgang, this social acme involved Bulma's friends helping with the preparations. By now, the Corporation grounds looked like a huge building site. Pavilions had to be erected, fireworks installed, chairs and tables had to be placed and decorations put into place. Everybody was engaged in the work from morning till nightfall.
Then the shoe dropped. Yamcha was helping to unload a transport vehicle, when he saw Vegeta and Goku sneaking away from the rest of them. Nobody seemed to notice. They wouldn't dare. Not now, not here. He argued for a short moment whether he should follow them. Even supposed adulterers had a right for privacy. At last, Yamcha's curiosity got the best of him and he followed the pair. Soon after, he spied them sitting in one of the half erected Pavilions in the park. He stayed in the shadow of a near bush not daring to face them. The Saiyans talked about a secret meeting in the evening. Son Goku tried to persuade Vegeta to keep the appointment. From his position, Yamcha couldn't understand them clearly, the sound of their voices mingled with the noise of the party preparations. Suddenly, Vegeta stood. "I can't do this any longer, Kakkarot. This is ridiculous! It is absolutely weird." Now Son Goku was standing too. "Vegeta, it is not my fault. You were the one who talked me into it." Vegeta growled in frustration. Son Goku's face warmed. "We won't have to keep it secret much longer. Hold on for a short while. Think of Bulma, what would she say, if she knew? Now, that we have begun, we have to get it through somehow. You know, you still have me for comfort- " Goku raised his hand to pat Vegeta's shoulder. The other Saiyan recoiled. "Don't touch me right now, Kakkarot, you've touched me already to often in the last weeks." with that Vegeta stormed out of the Pavilion and left the scene. Goku sighed and went back to the others, leaving a totally stunned Yamcha. In contrast to what he had said to Kurilin, Yamcha had only half believed this tale. Seeing that it was true was very much of a shock for the warrior. He turned around, deep in thought, and so it was no wonder he jumped back when he bumped into someone. Someone who stood only a few inches behind him. That person was big, green and had pointed ears. "Piccolo, what are you doing here?" "I'm watching you watching them." Yamcha blushed. "I, I didn't want to eavesdrop. I just came here by chance." "So, you followed them by Chance, huh? And you hid here the whole time for nothing?" "How long have you been standing there?" "Long enough." "Ahh, Piccolo, it's not what you think. Its just, that whole freaky situation." Piccolo raised an eyebrow and waited for an explanation to come. "Its about something C18 heard a few weeks ago..." He told the story to the Namek. Piccolo just shrugged. "You must be kidding. They have families." Yamcha got angry. "Look Piccolo, its not that you are an expert in love affairs. Why else should they meet in secret?" Piccolo shook is head but something stopped him cold. "Wait. You may be right. They were talking about meeting this evening. Vegeta said his wife mustn't know or he would kill himself. And then he said that he wished he never had married and that they would not be in this situation if they were singles." Yamcha nodded triumphantly. "You see, its serious. "Don't tell around that I've told you this, Piccolo. Originally it should stay a secret between 18, Krillin and me." "Why should I tell anybody about messy human love matters?"
Everybody went back to work. But then, things became more complicated. Bulma had the feeling that some of her friends were hiding something. She observed Kurilin and Yamcha whispering. Then she saw Krillin running to 18 and then whispering with her, while at the same time Yamcha exchanged meaningful glances with Piccolo. When she went into the direction of Kurilin and his wife they stopped their conversation and Krillin looked slightly embarrassed. That was the day. In the evening things got worse still. The Zgang was sitting around the dinner table. Bulma realized that Yamcha and the couple stared at her and Vegeta when they thought she wouldn't notice. It made her crazy that she couldn't figure out why. 'Something is not right. Could it be my clothes, or my hairstyle? Or maybe they are angry with me for some reason. Is it because I asked them to help us with this? Do they think that I just want them to work for me? Do my friends think that bad of me? And what about Vegeta? Is he in on it, too?? Did he just stare at 18? Oh my god, should they be attracted to each other?' As soon as Vegeta had finished his meal, he stood up. "Where are you going?" his wife asked almost panically. "Training." was all he answered before he left the room. Not quite a minute later, Goku rose too. "Sorry, Bulma, I've got something important to do. Your food was great. Bye." And then Goku was gone. Could it be that 18 and her husband were getting nervous by now? They whispered again and then 18 exclaimed: "We are sorry too, but I just remembered I forgot some, uh, tools in the park. We have to find them." "It is dark by now, we could also get them tomorrow." Bulma answered. "No, no, we look for them NOW." 18 had addressed Krillin with the final 'NOW'. He jumped from his chair. They both hurried out of the dining room. "Wait, I'll help you." Yamcha shouted and followed them. "This is going to get interesting.", was all Piccolo had to say, before he made his way out of the room. The rest sat there dumbfounded. Dinner seemed to be over. The others excused themselves and left a devastated Bulma. Goku's wife was the only one keping her company. "Fine!", Chichi said. "And who is going to wash the dishes? You and me, as always." The two women began to clean the dinner table.
