Reader:
This is my first fan-fic so don't burn me. I've been good for a while but
that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun. Well, I don't know what to say
but can you read and review.please? Okay, that's enough begging. Here you
go!
Hungry didn't begin to describe what he felt at that particular moment in time.
He was.starving!
It felt like someone had taken the pit of his stomach and dropped it. Goku sat up in his bed and looked at the clock. It was 3 o' clock in the morning, plenty of time before classes while he had a midnight snack. Glancing around for his roommate, he silently left the bed to get dressed. The apartment he was in had regulated hours in which the kitchen was open and 3 a.m. was not one of them. He mutely left the room, the pub down the street, which he visited maybe three times a week, in mind. He knew they served good food and he had plenty of money. It would be perfect and then he'd be ready for the start of the 4th semester in college tomorrow morning. Looking for his keys, he turned on the light and surveyed the tiny apartment that belonged to him and the person who worked at the food store he was going.
The house was homey, if not downright bright. It was a three-bedroom place, one of the rooms converted into an exercise room. Because his roommate usually sleeps in his bed unless company was in the house, the other room was particularly bare. The kitchen was small and baby blue, matching to the dining room. The living room was set in bright pink and had a huge Japanese painting over their single couch. The other furniture was about four tables, one for eating, a coffee table, and two lamp tables. Pictures of he and his roommate adorned the walls but stopped at a huge mirror right in front of the couch. Because Goku wasn't a fan for TV or any type of electronic entertainment, all of that stuff was in his roommate's room. He just remembered that was exactly where his keys were and retrieved them. Once done, he left.
As a Saiya-jin (the only one on Earth) food was a necessity. It bothered him that he would never know what his real race was like and why he ate so much yet didn't gain a pound. He had gone on instinct for survival but ever since he'd moved to America for college, it was a bit difficult. Not only did the people find him just plain weird, they were fascinated with him because he was Japanese. He still hid his identity from all except one and it didn't bother him that he had to. All they knew was the idiotic Goku and he would've preferred to keep it that way. No if's, and's, or but's.
It would be nice though, if he could find out why he had this weird feeling inside ever since he had moved to the states and why his Saiya-jin instincts were kicking in more often. It bothered Goku but he left it at that. The race, if they had wanted him, would come and get him. Otherwise, he would live his life like he wanted to: go to school, get an excellent degree so he could take care of his grandpa, train all day to retain his title as the strongest man in the world, and maybe settle down one day with a woman to have kids and such.
He grinned as he thought how normal his life would be just because he managed to fit in with the human race. Goku smiled wider and left the dorms, itching for the food he knew was about to come in bounty. 10 minutes later, he was standing at the entrance of his favorite restaurant and walking in the door. He acknowledged a few of the waitresses who smiled his way knowingly. His eyes settled briefly on his favorite empty booth. The girls here always kept it that way for they knew Goku loved to eat, even if the restaurant was crowded. Many customers would complain to management but even she was cool with Goku having his own table.
She felt 'anything to satisfy her favorite paying customer'.
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Vegeta's stomach growled and he moaned. The girl on top of him thought it meant that he was finally enjoying it and clenched her muscles around his manhood again. As if on cue, he moaned, the pains in his stomach getting worse. He looked up at her who was working him until he thought he smelled blood in the air. He still wasn't having fun. This one-night-stand whore who everyone had recommended was nothing like he imagined.
First of all, her pussy was looser than watery diarrhea, she smelled faintly like fish, and she didn't have any pubic hairs (he preferred the opposite). Maybe it was because he was a Saiya-jin and could pick up on all these but he knew he didn't like it. She came down, groaning and moaning and set her mouth on his. She tried to roughly kiss him but didn't manage anything but to cut herself on his canines. It pained her, he knew, but she didn't say anything aloud. At least she was stoic; he knew that.
"Veggggeeeettttaaaa," she moaned loudly. Her climax was swift and mind racking.for her. "Whew," she looked at him and took his bottom lip between her teeth. "God you're good. I think you may just be my favorite yet."
The prince looked at her, bewildered and pushed her off him. She hit the floor with a thud as he sat up and pulled on his pants. She didn't seem shaken and grabbed him from behind, itching to get another feel of the 'best dick she ever had'. As she grabbed him, Vegeta's stomach growled loudly. She smiled against his back, thinking it was from him.
"Where you goin'?"
He didn't answer her for a while and took the time to observe his room. It was gigantic, compared to the other lofts in Maryland. He had an upstairs and downstairs, usually favoring the later because it kept visiting women from being nosy. He didn't want to say it but the place was pretty bleak. Sure, the furniture was an extravagant match of black and blue, and yeah he designed the place himself but there had to be something more. The best part of his house had to be his art studio where he did all his work before he took it to the university to be criticized by professors. He promised himself that he was would spend some quality time in there later but now, other matters were at hand. "Out." He stood and pulled on his jacket without a shirt. She admired his muscles from behind.
"What for? We have more condoms right here."
He flinched as he just remembered he'd forgotten to take off the condom they'd just currently used. Slowly, he unzipped his pants and pulled off the condom. He wasn't hard but had a bit of satisfaction as he saw the prophylactic actually did have blood on it. He tossed it in her face and turned away, zipping up and walking downstairs to exit the apartment.
"Are you coming back?" she called.
"Yeah, but don't be here when I do. Let yourself out and if you take anything, bitch, I'll find you and kill you." She heard a door slam then open again. "And don't forget to lock it!"
The pub, he was going to, was just a few blocks away so flying was definitely out of the question. Ever since he'd come to planet Earth in search of this (non-existent) Saiya-jin whose ki reached the Saiya-jin prince all the way across the universe, he'd had to practically hide his power. Anyone who had ever picked a fight with him, it was always one-sided and he missed the challenge of his now extinct people. He still hadn't found the bastard who attracted him and reached the conclusion that it was just some mass of aliens who gathered enough power to grab attention.
When he came to Earth, he eventually decided not to leave. He found the planet's people amusing more than anything else, and admired their will to persevere. Up against Vegeta though, they were nothing and would always be nothing.
No.
He looked up to the sky and put his hands behind his head as he walked. This Saiya-jin he wanted to meet could, all of a sudden, show up and put up a good fight. Although he thought the man wasn't even here, he got strange feelings when he went to the university he attended, like the Saiya-jin really was there. He searched for his ki with all his might but couldn't find him in the mass of people. It didn't really matter to him but he was anxious. And that anxiety was built up and until he met the man, he wouldn't leave the planet.
No if's, and's, or but's.
Vegeta arrived at the pub, almost completely surpassing it. He heard that the food there was sensational but he didn't like the looks of the place and preferred the one across town his college boarders usually went to. But his stomach growled, forcing him to enter the place.
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The smoky atmosphere didn't wind Goku like it used to when he first arrived in America. He searched it briefly, looking for a familiar face beside the other waitresses who were skimpily dressed. (The uniform for the place was usually a high skirt, stilettos, and a tank that covered very little.) He smiled fleetingly as his eyes settled on his friend's, Jessenia, pregnant form. She was setting down a huge platter of foods for a couple that were being very rude to her. As though having a 6th sense, she looked across the room and smiled at him. Goku nodded in her direction and maneuvered to his booth, even though the place was crowded.
About 5 minutes later, she made her way to him, a little flustered but relieved for the company. "Hey, Goku, you're in early this week."
"Yeah, sorry, Jessi. I thought you were on Maternity leave," he added sarcastically.
She looked sideways at him and put her hands on her hips. "Do I look like I'm round enough to be on Maternity leave?" Goku looked with widened eyes at her stomach that looked about 5 months, even though she wore a long skirt.
"Yes."
She looked down at her outfit and groaned. "I'm having twins, Goku, remember?"
"Oh!" He smiled his idiotic smile and Jessi grinned back. Even though the man was gorgeous and had a smile to make women melt, he was an idiot.
Of course Goku knew that she was having twins; he was the one who suggested she get the pregnancy test. He had some sort of sense that she was and was glad that she was having them. It was amazing her boss didn't make her stay home. But Jessenia was still pretty and slender, pregnant or not. He loved playing the dumb one.
He grinned as she sat beside him, mumbling something under her breath about her feet. "I don't understand why you're still wearing those high shoes. Stress on the mother is not good for the baby." She lit a cigarette and proceeded to take a long drag. Goku snatched it out her mouth and the pack out her hand before she could see. He put it in ashtray and crushed it with his bare hands. "Smoking isn't either."
She looked at him with mild animosity but sighed and rubbed her stomach. "I keep forgetting that I'm pregnant and this place just puts so much stress on me. Not to mention the fact that Michael didn't like much the sound of it."
Goku's face turned to one of deep concern. "He doesn't want you to keep them?"
"Nope. But it's too late now. I don't care what the hell he thinks. I make enough money at both of my jobs to care for them."
"That's bad, Jessenia. No wonder you're working the extra hours."
She shrugged and looked at him. "That's life Goku."
The rude customer called to her from the side. "Yo, Spanish girl! Get your butt over here. I need a refill on my coffee!"
"I'm on my break!" she called back.
"You don't need to be on break, you lazy ass bitch."
"Oh yeah, man. Fuck you!"
Goku watched the exchange with little interest. His stomach was talking to him a little too much. Jessi looked over just as another growl emitted from his stomach. She laughed loudly and grinned at him.
"I'm so sorry, Goku! I forgot what you usually came here for."
"It's ok." It really wasn't but he wasn't about to get on the bad side of a pregnant woman. Not to mention she was Spanish and from Camden, NJ.
"You brought the," she wriggled her eyes suggestively, "'object'?"
"Yeah." Goku briefly dug in his deep pockets and produced two black slippers with Jessenia's name embroidered on top. He handed them to her and she gave a squeal of delight. The stilettos came off in record time and she snatched them from him. As she slipped her feet in and wriggled her toes, she threw her arms around him and kissed him on the mouth.
Whereas Jessenia had had a crush on Goku since forever, he still saw her as the only friend he had since he came to the continent. She pushed her tongue at his lips but he kept them firmly closed. Deciding to play it off as a smiling kiss, she stood. "The regular-,"
"Multiplied by two; I feel like I can eat Australia."
"Wow, that's a lot Goku." She began walking away towards the kitchen. "Even for you," she threw over her shoulder. She disappeared behind the swinging kitchen doors the rude couple gave him a dirty look. Goku sighed and searched deep within his pockets for something to do. In one, he found a little book that had all the positions a man and woman could make love. When he first came to the US, he had no idea why he bought the book, but was intrigued by it. Some of the things in there, he'd done on a daily basis but he never realized they were much as a source for pleasure.
He looked on the back cover and grinned sheepishly.
Two women were kissing while a man was eating out one and fingering the other. That had to be one fun.fantasy. He opened the book and began to read, waiting for his food, as he did about three times a week.
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Vegeta watched as a woman with a high skirt and tiny tank walked by him in stilettos and determined he liked the place. It was like a high priced version of Hooters. The booths looked to be full, though, so he waited to be served, just like the sign said. As soon as he began waiting, he saw why the place was so full. The food looked and smelled delicious, and they were being served by what could only be known as the most beautiful women on earth.
The prince grinned sheepishly but faltered when he saw a woman with a long skirt on, carrying a huge platter (followed by several others) to one particular table in which its occupants were hidden by greenery. He narrowed his eyes seriously, wondering how many people could possibly consume that much food (beside himself). The woman sat down with others and laughed at something. Suddenly, a blonde obstructed his view but then he was glad.
She had on even less than the others.
"Smoking or non?" she asked in a sexy Texas accent.
"Smoking."
"I'm sorry. We're filled up on that side."
"What about there?" He pointed to the table with all the food.
"Oh. That's Jessenia's man," she started as though they'd been friends for a long time. "No one ever sits in that booth because the name is on the table."
"And what name might that be?" he asked, annoyed she was leading him away from the section of the pigs. She lead him to a single table that was far in the back, where the mirror reflected who was going in and out the bathroom. Many of the women and men stopped to stare at him, including some with accompaniment.
"I don't remember," she said as he sat. "Whoever it is, he's been giving props to this place and ever since he arrived, business has been booming. He's a sweetheart but everyone round here knows he's a drug dealer. Otherwise, where would he get so much money from?"
She walked away without hearing his next question and returned with a menu. "What'll you have?"
"Can I have a chance to look at the menu?"
"If you'd glance at it, you'd know we have everything: from the high and mighty to the nitty gritty."
Vegeta glanced at it, not surprised that they did indeed have everything. He handed it back to her and asked an important question first:
"How much exactly do you serve in one outing?"
"Considering that baby over there, I'd say we can produce about 20 plates in 20 minutes."
"Good. I'll have everything on the first page and your most expensive kind of wine."
The woman looked at him in shock and checked over the menu just in case she didn't hear him right. "Are.are you sure?"
"You said you can get 20 plates in 20 minutes. I'm asking for 40 in 40 minutes."
She gagged briefly before nodding with a huge grin. "Hopefully you can pay for it."
He smirked at her, not expecting this reaction. "I know I can."
Well, there you go. I decided to upload this much because anything else would've been superfluous. Anyway, this is a A/U yaoi fic because I think they're the funniest. Anyway.review. Okay.way are you still reading this again?
Hungry didn't begin to describe what he felt at that particular moment in time.
He was.starving!
It felt like someone had taken the pit of his stomach and dropped it. Goku sat up in his bed and looked at the clock. It was 3 o' clock in the morning, plenty of time before classes while he had a midnight snack. Glancing around for his roommate, he silently left the bed to get dressed. The apartment he was in had regulated hours in which the kitchen was open and 3 a.m. was not one of them. He mutely left the room, the pub down the street, which he visited maybe three times a week, in mind. He knew they served good food and he had plenty of money. It would be perfect and then he'd be ready for the start of the 4th semester in college tomorrow morning. Looking for his keys, he turned on the light and surveyed the tiny apartment that belonged to him and the person who worked at the food store he was going.
The house was homey, if not downright bright. It was a three-bedroom place, one of the rooms converted into an exercise room. Because his roommate usually sleeps in his bed unless company was in the house, the other room was particularly bare. The kitchen was small and baby blue, matching to the dining room. The living room was set in bright pink and had a huge Japanese painting over their single couch. The other furniture was about four tables, one for eating, a coffee table, and two lamp tables. Pictures of he and his roommate adorned the walls but stopped at a huge mirror right in front of the couch. Because Goku wasn't a fan for TV or any type of electronic entertainment, all of that stuff was in his roommate's room. He just remembered that was exactly where his keys were and retrieved them. Once done, he left.
As a Saiya-jin (the only one on Earth) food was a necessity. It bothered him that he would never know what his real race was like and why he ate so much yet didn't gain a pound. He had gone on instinct for survival but ever since he'd moved to America for college, it was a bit difficult. Not only did the people find him just plain weird, they were fascinated with him because he was Japanese. He still hid his identity from all except one and it didn't bother him that he had to. All they knew was the idiotic Goku and he would've preferred to keep it that way. No if's, and's, or but's.
It would be nice though, if he could find out why he had this weird feeling inside ever since he had moved to the states and why his Saiya-jin instincts were kicking in more often. It bothered Goku but he left it at that. The race, if they had wanted him, would come and get him. Otherwise, he would live his life like he wanted to: go to school, get an excellent degree so he could take care of his grandpa, train all day to retain his title as the strongest man in the world, and maybe settle down one day with a woman to have kids and such.
He grinned as he thought how normal his life would be just because he managed to fit in with the human race. Goku smiled wider and left the dorms, itching for the food he knew was about to come in bounty. 10 minutes later, he was standing at the entrance of his favorite restaurant and walking in the door. He acknowledged a few of the waitresses who smiled his way knowingly. His eyes settled briefly on his favorite empty booth. The girls here always kept it that way for they knew Goku loved to eat, even if the restaurant was crowded. Many customers would complain to management but even she was cool with Goku having his own table.
She felt 'anything to satisfy her favorite paying customer'.
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Vegeta's stomach growled and he moaned. The girl on top of him thought it meant that he was finally enjoying it and clenched her muscles around his manhood again. As if on cue, he moaned, the pains in his stomach getting worse. He looked up at her who was working him until he thought he smelled blood in the air. He still wasn't having fun. This one-night-stand whore who everyone had recommended was nothing like he imagined.
First of all, her pussy was looser than watery diarrhea, she smelled faintly like fish, and she didn't have any pubic hairs (he preferred the opposite). Maybe it was because he was a Saiya-jin and could pick up on all these but he knew he didn't like it. She came down, groaning and moaning and set her mouth on his. She tried to roughly kiss him but didn't manage anything but to cut herself on his canines. It pained her, he knew, but she didn't say anything aloud. At least she was stoic; he knew that.
"Veggggeeeettttaaaa," she moaned loudly. Her climax was swift and mind racking.for her. "Whew," she looked at him and took his bottom lip between her teeth. "God you're good. I think you may just be my favorite yet."
The prince looked at her, bewildered and pushed her off him. She hit the floor with a thud as he sat up and pulled on his pants. She didn't seem shaken and grabbed him from behind, itching to get another feel of the 'best dick she ever had'. As she grabbed him, Vegeta's stomach growled loudly. She smiled against his back, thinking it was from him.
"Where you goin'?"
He didn't answer her for a while and took the time to observe his room. It was gigantic, compared to the other lofts in Maryland. He had an upstairs and downstairs, usually favoring the later because it kept visiting women from being nosy. He didn't want to say it but the place was pretty bleak. Sure, the furniture was an extravagant match of black and blue, and yeah he designed the place himself but there had to be something more. The best part of his house had to be his art studio where he did all his work before he took it to the university to be criticized by professors. He promised himself that he was would spend some quality time in there later but now, other matters were at hand. "Out." He stood and pulled on his jacket without a shirt. She admired his muscles from behind.
"What for? We have more condoms right here."
He flinched as he just remembered he'd forgotten to take off the condom they'd just currently used. Slowly, he unzipped his pants and pulled off the condom. He wasn't hard but had a bit of satisfaction as he saw the prophylactic actually did have blood on it. He tossed it in her face and turned away, zipping up and walking downstairs to exit the apartment.
"Are you coming back?" she called.
"Yeah, but don't be here when I do. Let yourself out and if you take anything, bitch, I'll find you and kill you." She heard a door slam then open again. "And don't forget to lock it!"
The pub, he was going to, was just a few blocks away so flying was definitely out of the question. Ever since he'd come to planet Earth in search of this (non-existent) Saiya-jin whose ki reached the Saiya-jin prince all the way across the universe, he'd had to practically hide his power. Anyone who had ever picked a fight with him, it was always one-sided and he missed the challenge of his now extinct people. He still hadn't found the bastard who attracted him and reached the conclusion that it was just some mass of aliens who gathered enough power to grab attention.
When he came to Earth, he eventually decided not to leave. He found the planet's people amusing more than anything else, and admired their will to persevere. Up against Vegeta though, they were nothing and would always be nothing.
No.
He looked up to the sky and put his hands behind his head as he walked. This Saiya-jin he wanted to meet could, all of a sudden, show up and put up a good fight. Although he thought the man wasn't even here, he got strange feelings when he went to the university he attended, like the Saiya-jin really was there. He searched for his ki with all his might but couldn't find him in the mass of people. It didn't really matter to him but he was anxious. And that anxiety was built up and until he met the man, he wouldn't leave the planet.
No if's, and's, or but's.
Vegeta arrived at the pub, almost completely surpassing it. He heard that the food there was sensational but he didn't like the looks of the place and preferred the one across town his college boarders usually went to. But his stomach growled, forcing him to enter the place.
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The smoky atmosphere didn't wind Goku like it used to when he first arrived in America. He searched it briefly, looking for a familiar face beside the other waitresses who were skimpily dressed. (The uniform for the place was usually a high skirt, stilettos, and a tank that covered very little.) He smiled fleetingly as his eyes settled on his friend's, Jessenia, pregnant form. She was setting down a huge platter of foods for a couple that were being very rude to her. As though having a 6th sense, she looked across the room and smiled at him. Goku nodded in her direction and maneuvered to his booth, even though the place was crowded.
About 5 minutes later, she made her way to him, a little flustered but relieved for the company. "Hey, Goku, you're in early this week."
"Yeah, sorry, Jessi. I thought you were on Maternity leave," he added sarcastically.
She looked sideways at him and put her hands on her hips. "Do I look like I'm round enough to be on Maternity leave?" Goku looked with widened eyes at her stomach that looked about 5 months, even though she wore a long skirt.
"Yes."
She looked down at her outfit and groaned. "I'm having twins, Goku, remember?"
"Oh!" He smiled his idiotic smile and Jessi grinned back. Even though the man was gorgeous and had a smile to make women melt, he was an idiot.
Of course Goku knew that she was having twins; he was the one who suggested she get the pregnancy test. He had some sort of sense that she was and was glad that she was having them. It was amazing her boss didn't make her stay home. But Jessenia was still pretty and slender, pregnant or not. He loved playing the dumb one.
He grinned as she sat beside him, mumbling something under her breath about her feet. "I don't understand why you're still wearing those high shoes. Stress on the mother is not good for the baby." She lit a cigarette and proceeded to take a long drag. Goku snatched it out her mouth and the pack out her hand before she could see. He put it in ashtray and crushed it with his bare hands. "Smoking isn't either."
She looked at him with mild animosity but sighed and rubbed her stomach. "I keep forgetting that I'm pregnant and this place just puts so much stress on me. Not to mention the fact that Michael didn't like much the sound of it."
Goku's face turned to one of deep concern. "He doesn't want you to keep them?"
"Nope. But it's too late now. I don't care what the hell he thinks. I make enough money at both of my jobs to care for them."
"That's bad, Jessenia. No wonder you're working the extra hours."
She shrugged and looked at him. "That's life Goku."
The rude customer called to her from the side. "Yo, Spanish girl! Get your butt over here. I need a refill on my coffee!"
"I'm on my break!" she called back.
"You don't need to be on break, you lazy ass bitch."
"Oh yeah, man. Fuck you!"
Goku watched the exchange with little interest. His stomach was talking to him a little too much. Jessi looked over just as another growl emitted from his stomach. She laughed loudly and grinned at him.
"I'm so sorry, Goku! I forgot what you usually came here for."
"It's ok." It really wasn't but he wasn't about to get on the bad side of a pregnant woman. Not to mention she was Spanish and from Camden, NJ.
"You brought the," she wriggled her eyes suggestively, "'object'?"
"Yeah." Goku briefly dug in his deep pockets and produced two black slippers with Jessenia's name embroidered on top. He handed them to her and she gave a squeal of delight. The stilettos came off in record time and she snatched them from him. As she slipped her feet in and wriggled her toes, she threw her arms around him and kissed him on the mouth.
Whereas Jessenia had had a crush on Goku since forever, he still saw her as the only friend he had since he came to the continent. She pushed her tongue at his lips but he kept them firmly closed. Deciding to play it off as a smiling kiss, she stood. "The regular-,"
"Multiplied by two; I feel like I can eat Australia."
"Wow, that's a lot Goku." She began walking away towards the kitchen. "Even for you," she threw over her shoulder. She disappeared behind the swinging kitchen doors the rude couple gave him a dirty look. Goku sighed and searched deep within his pockets for something to do. In one, he found a little book that had all the positions a man and woman could make love. When he first came to the US, he had no idea why he bought the book, but was intrigued by it. Some of the things in there, he'd done on a daily basis but he never realized they were much as a source for pleasure.
He looked on the back cover and grinned sheepishly.
Two women were kissing while a man was eating out one and fingering the other. That had to be one fun.fantasy. He opened the book and began to read, waiting for his food, as he did about three times a week.
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Vegeta watched as a woman with a high skirt and tiny tank walked by him in stilettos and determined he liked the place. It was like a high priced version of Hooters. The booths looked to be full, though, so he waited to be served, just like the sign said. As soon as he began waiting, he saw why the place was so full. The food looked and smelled delicious, and they were being served by what could only be known as the most beautiful women on earth.
The prince grinned sheepishly but faltered when he saw a woman with a long skirt on, carrying a huge platter (followed by several others) to one particular table in which its occupants were hidden by greenery. He narrowed his eyes seriously, wondering how many people could possibly consume that much food (beside himself). The woman sat down with others and laughed at something. Suddenly, a blonde obstructed his view but then he was glad.
She had on even less than the others.
"Smoking or non?" she asked in a sexy Texas accent.
"Smoking."
"I'm sorry. We're filled up on that side."
"What about there?" He pointed to the table with all the food.
"Oh. That's Jessenia's man," she started as though they'd been friends for a long time. "No one ever sits in that booth because the name is on the table."
"And what name might that be?" he asked, annoyed she was leading him away from the section of the pigs. She lead him to a single table that was far in the back, where the mirror reflected who was going in and out the bathroom. Many of the women and men stopped to stare at him, including some with accompaniment.
"I don't remember," she said as he sat. "Whoever it is, he's been giving props to this place and ever since he arrived, business has been booming. He's a sweetheart but everyone round here knows he's a drug dealer. Otherwise, where would he get so much money from?"
She walked away without hearing his next question and returned with a menu. "What'll you have?"
"Can I have a chance to look at the menu?"
"If you'd glance at it, you'd know we have everything: from the high and mighty to the nitty gritty."
Vegeta glanced at it, not surprised that they did indeed have everything. He handed it back to her and asked an important question first:
"How much exactly do you serve in one outing?"
"Considering that baby over there, I'd say we can produce about 20 plates in 20 minutes."
"Good. I'll have everything on the first page and your most expensive kind of wine."
The woman looked at him in shock and checked over the menu just in case she didn't hear him right. "Are.are you sure?"
"You said you can get 20 plates in 20 minutes. I'm asking for 40 in 40 minutes."
She gagged briefly before nodding with a huge grin. "Hopefully you can pay for it."
He smirked at her, not expecting this reaction. "I know I can."
Well, there you go. I decided to upload this much because anything else would've been superfluous. Anyway, this is a A/U yaoi fic because I think they're the funniest. Anyway.review. Okay.way are you still reading this again?