All Night Stars
by Sev and Rae
Disclaimer: the usual shit. I do not own, if I did, toriyama would be working all nighters. -- and this is an AU or alternate universe, not an Australia. Alright? (snerks) so it's okay for Vegeta to be a little ooc, mainly because he has to be to make this seem the least bit convincing. uhh...there's a bit of swearing in here, so be warned, cause if you don't like swearing....yeah.
Will eventually be yaoi, with a lemon. Cause I say so ;;; and Rae will say so too when she reads this. so don't like...don't read.
The music felt like it was drilling into his skull, as he leaned his head on the bar top, groaning. Pulling an all-nighter really wasn't his style, but he didn't have a choice. His father had needed him after Tony quit, and who was he to refuse? It was his father after all. He brushed lavender hair out of his eyes and got up slowly, heading for the painkillers underneath the bar. Pulling out two, he swallowed them dry, grimacing at the taste. Stupid club. His father had been running it for nigh on six years, and trunks had been working in it for two. He loved it really...he just hated all- nighters.
"Hey! KID! Gimme a beer would you?" Trunks rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Look Krillin, you've been here getting drunk all night. Juu-Chan will kill me if I let you have another one."
The small man sitting at the bar scowled, and shook his head. "Juu wouldn't notice. C'mon trunks....Please? How long have we known you?"
Trunks laughed at him, and poked him in the forehead, before serving another customer. "That's the reason I'm not giving you another one. So scat Krillin. Your wife is looking for you anyway."
As Trunks said that, a shapely blonde came over and draped her arm over Krillin's shoulders. Trunks marveled at the height difference as Krillin walked off with Juu, smirking back at him. The couple had always seemed the most unlikely, to him at least. The only one that wasn't surprised had been his father. And that was because the man had claimed that he always knew. Arrogant bastard that he was.
Muttering to himself, Trunks scowled, and got out from behind the bar, waving goodbye to his father, who nodded at him. Sandy, one of the girls working at the club, took over for him.
"Where you off are too, wonder boy?" she asked, giggling at him when he kissed her on the cheek.
"Home. I'm stuffed...And I need food. Badly need food." He grinned and left, wrapping his arms around himself as he dodged dancers and drinkers, cursing himself for not bringing a jacket. The lights on the floor made it hard to see, because they were shifting all the time, and the bands bassist needed a new string.
Growling as yet another guy stepped on his toes, he headed for the back entrance. His shirt got stuck to his skin, and he cursed himself for wearing vinyl. Even though it looked good on him, and his mother had claimed that he was probably the cause of half the heart attacks in the emergency ward, he couldn't feel comfortable in it. He preferred to have baggy clothes, things that hid his tail.
People said that it looked cool. He knew it for a birth defect, but one that was part of him. And he didn't want to part with it, no matter how much he had been ridiculed. He could move it independently, and it had bones. His father had one, when before he met his mother, but an accident had chopped it off. That accident was named Yajirobe. Trunks smirked, and held his own tail in his hand. His father was still angry about that. But you would be, Trunks mused, loosing a piece of yourself. And Vegeta was always angry.....speak of the devil.
"Stupid fucking losers. Why can't they get their own damn club? Why do they have to come into mine?" he heard the muttering and rolled his eyes as Vegeta came into view. He smirked at his father, who just glared at him.
"Well DAD, that would have to be because you open the doors every night and let them in." he said, laughing as he did up his jacket.
"Look brat; don't forget to take something back for your sister's breakfast...McDonald's or something, nothing special. Just make sure she gets to school okay and tell her I'll see her tonight. And don't tell your mom about that strange woman earlier tonight...I don't want to have to take care of a body. And tell the others to stop fucking around and get out here. I need them on the floor."
Trunks digested all this information with a nod, and then poked his father in the forehead, messing up the gel that held his hair up.
"Sure thing pops. See ya at home." He grinned at the reaction he got and then all but ran to get out of firing range. He had one last thing to do before he left the club. Grinning, he headed for the back rooms, ignoring the no admittance sign over the back door. He entered, and wasn't all that surprised when two guns were pointed in his direction. "Calm down blockheads. It's just me." He said, and smirked at them. Junnanagou glared at him, and lowered his gun.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you had a death wish brat." He snarled, and turned back around. Trunks rolled his eyes at him, and sat down in an extra seat.
"Who's winning?" he asked, indicating the cards. Juunana scowled and shook his head, staring at his hand.
"Not me." He whined, throwing the cards down. The lighting in the room gave the other two occupants a menacing presence, and Piccolo leaned forward on his hands.
"It's not our fault you suck so much at cards."
He smirked and then turned to Trunks. "Alright wonder boy....tell us what your tailed little ass is doing in this room, before I cut said tail off." Trunks grinned at him, before replying. "Dad says he wants the three of you on the floor. From what I saw, Juu pissed off a few guys, and now there's a couple a people running around looking for fights. He's busy. You're not."
"The fuck we're not. Let him handle it himself." Juunana said, irritated at his sister for causing trouble. Not that she could help it, but why did it have to cut into HIS siesta time? Well, not really siesta time, because technically he was still on shift, but he was relaxing damnit! The third occupant of the room spoke up, his voice sounding somewhat off. "Crap. Stuff that shit. 'M not moving." Trunks scowled and shook his head.
"Hercule....you been smoking pot again?" smirking, the older man nodded, his curly clowns hair bouncing. He stood up, and yelled. "I'm the greatest fighter ever!" before he fell over and started singing.
Piccolo sighed. "He's drunk off his ass too. Don't know why your dad keeps him around." Catching the glare Trunks was giving him, he stood. "Fine, fine. C'mon J. Lets go and get rid of this bunch." He said, pulling the pissed off man behind him. Trunks made to leave as Hercule grabbed his arm.
"Not leavin? I'm jus getting staaarrrted." He drawled, resting his hand on Trunk's waist. The lavender haired man scowled, and punched the overly pompous fool in the face. "Hands off." Hercule flailed as he went down, and sat on the ground muttering darkly to himself.
Scowling, he left the room, and headed out the back door, waving goodbye to Juunana and Piccolo while he was at it. The taller man just waved at him, holding one man's arm in his other hand. He could hear the guys that got kicked out whining, and he smirked, his blue eyes narrowing. That'd show them...... He was actually surprised that his father hadn't taught them a more permanent lesson, one with scars and bruises. Laughing slightly, he turned down the alley, and started walking towards the nearest McDonalds. He needed to get breakfast for his sister, who would no doubt be up at six in the morning. The club was holding one of its all night, all day weekends, and Trunks was surprised that his father hadn't fallen asleep on his feet. He had been there since three pm the previous day. His father always worked such long hours. So did his mom. Trunks thought that was the only reason their marriage had survived this long. They fought constantly when together, and Trunks had been told by his father that he was drunk the night he was conceived. Sighing, he muttered to himself before brightening. Vegeta doted on his little sister, and Bra lapped up the attention like any eight year old. Trunks automatically smiled when he thought of his sister, as was most people's natural reaction. He loved her. Simple as that. She often crawled into his bed, when he was home, and slept there the night. She was always complaining that she didn't see her big brother any more, and that he should stop being so wild. She was old before her time.
He smiled, humming a random song to himself as he exited the alleyway, and went down the block to the maccas. Just his luck, they weren't open till six thirty. Cursing, he settled down to wait. Although his mother would undoubtedly make something for Bra if he asked, he would be infinitely more comfortable if she sate something that he knew didn't have a giant list of vitamins and assorted chemicals in it. As a scientist, his mother was concerned about the health of her children and as a result, laced their food. Smiling, trunks started to pace after twenty minutes had passed. No one had come yet, and they needed a while to get the food ready and .....He was stressing needlessly. Smirking, he went for a walk, towards the club and back. His eyes were focused on the club, and the glowing sign that proudly proclaimed it to be the 'All Night Stars.' It glowed a sharp, piercing blue in the early morning light. It wasn't even fully light yet, and even though it was morning, there were still people arriving to the club. He found himself watching them with fascination, amused at the people who just wanted to escape for a few hours, to drown out their lives with music.
So it was natural that he missed the hands reaching for him. And it was natural that, while he struggled in their grip, the only thought was of his sister's breakfast, and how she would hate having to eat her mom's cooking.
Yeah, I know. Short. Sorry. ; but this isn't my fault., I'm a working on it as I type....(looks up and makes adjustments) alrighty then. Next chapter, Rae and her superior writing skills takes over and you get to see what a REAL fic looks like. R&R