Warning: Mild swearing and suggestive sexual content.

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Vegeta's First Bar Experience

The Invitation

From inside the gravity chamber, Vegeta could hear the stupid clown talking to his mate, Bulma. He tried to ignore the sounds of the two idiots chatting and laughing foolishly, but he was actually quite curious as to why Kakarot had stopped by.

"He's training in the gravity room of course," Vegeta heard Bulma declare from down the hallway. Vegeta cursed to himself, "Damn it. She just had to tell him where I was." He turned to the entrance of the gravity room, preparing for his unwelcome visitor.

As Goku opened the door to the gravity room, Vegeta stood with his arms crossed, smirking arrogantly as usual.

"Come to get your ass beat Kakarot?" Vegeta questioned proudly.

Goku laughed sheepishly, his hand behind his head. "No Vegeta, actually I came here to invite you to join me and some of the guys tonight. We're going to a bar, whatever that is. Yamcha and Krillin say it's a good time," Goku explained.

"And just what makes you think I would want to waste my time with you and your idiot earth friends?" Vegeta snarled.

"Well, Piccolo is coming, if that helps," Goku replied helplessly.

"What the hell is in it for me?" Vegeta retorted.

"Gee Vegeta, I really don't know. I'm not sure what this place is really. Bulma even suggested that you go," Goku tried to plead with Vegeta.

A "Humph" was all Vegeta gave in reply. Goku stood and pondered for a moment until a bright idea hit him. "If you come with tonight I promise I'll spar with you all day tomorrow. I'll even let you win a few times," Goku piped excitedly; sure that Vegeta could not refuse a fight with him.

Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows, snapping angrily, "Let me win!? Let me?! I don't even have to use my full potential to beat you, you third class clown!"

Goku laughed sheepishly again and corrected himself, "Sorry Vegeta, I'll spar with you tomorrow. We'll just leave it at that. What do you say?" He gave his best puppy-dog face he could manage, not that it ever had the effect on Vegeta as he hoped.

Vegeta scowled for a few more moments at Kakarot until he cooled down enough. "Fine! I'll go to your stupid 'bar' or whatever the hell you called it, but I won't stay long!" Vegeta barked.

Goku smiled enthusiastically. "Yippee! I'll come by a little later this evening! See you then Vegeta!" And with that Goku took off, flying out of the gravity chamber.

"What have I just gotten myself into?" Vegeta asked himself.

Later that evening, Vegeta found his training interrupted once again, though this time by his 8-year-old son.

Trunks popped his head through the door to the gravity chamber, looking quite fearful of his father. "Dad, dinner is ready." When Vegeta did not respond or bother even acknowledging him with a glance, Trunks continued, "Mom said if you don't come to the dinner table now, you're not getting any food for the rest of the night."

Vegeta spun around, his face contorted with irritation. "That damn woman!" he hollered, startling his son who now took off running down the hall. Wishing not to miss out on a meal, Vegeta dragged himself away from his training and into one on the many dining rooms of Capsule Corp.

As Vegeta entered the room and took a seat at the table, he noticed Bulma's threatening glare from across the other side of the table. "What?!" he growled, not enjoying the nasty face she was giving him.

"You had better go tonight! Goku really wants you to go with him," she demanded.

"I don't care what Kakarot wants!" Vegeta snapped back and began stuffing his face.

"I'll take that food right out of your mouth if you disagree to go," Bulma threatened.

Trunks was sitting at the center of the table, looking quite uncomfortable. Arguments between his mother and father were certainly not uncommon, but he could never get used to it.

Vegeta smirked, though his mouth was still full of food. "Really? And just how are you going to do that?" he challenged.

Bulma's brows furrowed even more. "Don't start with me Vegeta!"

"Why not?" Vegeta questioned, his smirk growing as much as her anger. "I like when you're angry," he continued, his words coming out in a deep growl.

Bulma's cheeks turned slightly red, knowing full well what Vegeta was getting at. "I think you had better stop right there," she replied, taking her eyes away from her husband now.

Poor Trunks was now looking even more miserable. The angry sex drives of his parents were nothing he wasn't too familiar with either, but it was certainly more sickening than their verbal fights.

The three of them finished their dinner in silence, as usual, Vegeta being the first. He immediately stood to return to his training within the gravity chamber. As he made his way swiftly down the hall, he heard his woman yell after him, "You had better not 'forget' about going out with Goku tonight! And if you try to take off, I'll find you!" Vegeta snorted in amusement. He knew the woman could find him using her strange technological devices, but there would be nothing she could physically do to him once she did.

Vegeta had gotten in not much more than an hour of training when he overheard his mate and the idiotic clown Kakarot speaking again outside the gravity chamber. He powered down the chamber to Earth's normal gravity and stood in front of the door, arms crossed.

When Goku opened the door to the gravity room, he was somewhat startled to find a very sweaty and shirtless Vegeta standing before him. "Uhm, are you going out like that?"

"Is there a problem with the way I'm dressed?" Vegeta questioned, and then proceeded to lick off a bead of sweat that had formed on his upper lip. He smiled arrogantly, knowing he was discouraging Kakarot.

Goku gave Vegeta an unconfident smile and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I guess if that's really what you want."

Bulma's head suddenly appeared beside Goku's broad shoulders. She looked Vegeta up and down, and then looked him straight in the eyes. "You are NOT going out like that. Go take a shower and put some decent clothes on!" she demanded. With that, she took off.

Vegeta scowled at Kakarot, feeling the urge to take his frustrations out on the idiot. "As long as I remind myself of your sickening harpy, I can tolerate my woman," he stated simply.

Goku cocked his head to the side, as if it would help him understand what Vegeta was getting at.

"Forget it," Vegeta grumbled as he pushed himself past Kakarot.

After a brief shower, Vegeta slipped into the khaki pants and pink button-up shirt that Bulma had lain out on the bed for him. The feminine floral-colored shirt made him sick to his stomach, but the outfit was his mate's favorite.

He made his way downstairs, and found Bulma and Kakarot talking and laughing by the front entry door. He hated hearing the two get along so well. Though he would never admit it, he was quite jealous of the close relationship Kakarot had with his mate. Vegeta reassured himself that even though Goku may be better at the conversations with Bulma, not anyone, not even Kakarot, could top Vegeta's actions in bed.

"You're so cute!" Bulma exclaimed, thrilled to see her hubby dressed in her favorite shirt. "You two have fun! And behave yourselves… not that I really have anything to worry about with either of you."

Vegeta followed Goku out the door, feeling terribly apprehensive about the upcoming events. "So did you find out what a 'bar' is?" he questioned as the two of them took flight.

Goku shook his head. "No, Master Roshi said it was a great place. That's all he told me."

"You took advice from that perverted old geezer?!" Vegeta snarled, flying close beside Kakarot.

Goku laughed. "He's not that bad!"

The rest of their flight went on in silence, which, unfortunately for Vegeta, gave him much time to worry himself. He was definitely not a social butterfly, nor was he the least bit fond of the human race. He feared what events the night may lead to.