A/n: Lyrics are NOT owned y us but belong to their respected owners.
13. Ice-Cube's Bar: Round 2
Tip toe Diana entered the dusky bedroom. Soft sleeping sounds emanated from the bed. Soft she snuck up to the bed and lovingly stroke some dark stray hair from her sisters face. Who, by the way was still unconscious. Snickering Diana tiptoed to the closet, dug up a leather suit and tiptoed out. Now where to change...AH the kings bedroom. She walked across the hall and entered without being stopped. Stunned the king glanced up from his desk, on which neat piles of papers were stapled.
"What are you doing?" he asked curious as she coyly tossed the clothes on the bed and started undressing. "Changing sire." "So I noticed. Are you going out?" "If you allow me. I've been stuck here for a week. I need to get out." Bemused he put down the pen. "Is this place so confining?"
"No...just want to make some new friends." his eyebrows lowered. "Just friends sire. Not bed friends. After all I am yours, and after last night definitely yours." content he relaxed. "Shouldn't I send some to watch over you?" "Nah. They wouldn't dare touch me. Besides, I'm visiting this place called Ice-Cube. Sakura had lots of fun there the last nights."
"Oh no...the plink-plonk bar? You shouldn't go." "The what?" "They don't play music there, but allow drunks to tinker with the instruments." "Ah..." she settled the leather over her frame and pulled her hair out. "But my dear king, I will not only listen, but create the music." Fascinated he glanced up more as she walked over to him.
"You can play?" "Yes, only a little." she lied. "If your interested, just put the scouter on tonight. The guards so I heard had allot of fun last night. My sister patched them through." "So I heard from Zorn who can't remember hearing it. Quaint...only a song with Warrior in it and transition?" "No my sweet, Trance. So she did her routine again...have to top that..." "You both should do your numbers before myself and my son, not in bars." he muttered.
"I will do it in bars, new songs first before you and the prince...but I nor my sister will perform before you both 'and' the ice-cube." "Agreed."
"Well, gotto go. Taurus would pick me up. He knows the way." "Have fun, and don't make it too late? You'll be awake early. He's coming tomorrow at 10." she pouted. Again? "Yes again. now go and relax." she curled around him from behind.
"Can't you make up an excuse for me. You are the king..." He sighed. "Perhaps. Sakura could keep me company. If she's rested enough." "We'll see. Can't make any promises. She can be like a bear in hibernation." "A what?" "Never mind. Don't work too long. Or you'll have a headache again." "Oh you...go already!" The sting wasn't present as he smirked as she left waving coyly. She reminded him of his Mother...shish.
***
In the bar. Diana glanced up at trance music coming from the speakers. Huh? Taped? Saiyans hopping around and banging heads against each other. Not caring they turned and head banged more. Head banging was taking much to literally here...she mused. Had to hurt... She walked past the bar, and made a cutting throat motion. The music so loud no speech was possible. He nodded and hit a switch. Silence filled the bar. Dazed males and females glanced about. Who blasted the music?
"Okay my lovelies. Nice music from my sister eh?" all blinked, eyed her then cheered. "Well, yesterday evening I was rather occupied, now I'm here though." More cheering. She smirking silenced them as she strolled to the piano-synthesiser...and who knew what more. It was pretty much alien. After several trials she found the right keys and started one of which Lyrics she slightly adapted. Marilyn Manson, she never would grow tired of him. Nor his Lyrics, like the one played now...Snake Eyes And Sissies
Wrench is just a household god but I carry mine with pride I don't work but I can work with it to split your smile Run you down without a twitch, your car's just not as big as mine Tear the son out of your bitch and sprinkle your remains with lime
I ain't no workin' girl, I do the best I can, I got the devil's hand rollin' sixes I am the habit girl, I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand
My afternoon's remote control, daydream milk and genocide Tranquility with broken knees, silly putty enemies Butter knife in your side What I got I got for free, middle finger technology What's yours is mine, yours is mine, told you fucker, yours is mine Snake eyes for sissies
I am the paedophile's dream, a messianic peter pan Just a girl, just a girl, just a little fucking girl, I can never be a woman
Loudly some guys disagreed. In they're drunken state lulling about her body definitely being a woman's. Others howling and searching for the paedophile. Drunken Saiyans, what a laugh. Funny drunks, bit aggressive towards aliens wanting to enter. They were kicked out harder then they entered. And none dared to come close enough to touch her. Which actually was kind of nice. The Divine comedy's 'drinking song,' good idea with all those beer swinging and tossing Saiyans. She sung bemused.
Back at the house a bottle is found and opened in honour of those who have drowned While we who have not, are stricken with guilt and dutifully see that not one drop is spilt We're drinking to life, we're drinking to death We're drinking 'till none of our livers are left We're winding our way down to the spirit store We'll drink 'till we just can't drink any more Raise your glasses high! Drink the cellar dry!
*The Saiyans cheered in glee as she continued.*
Well bloody my nose and blacken my eye If it ain't some young punk in search of a fight And Shaunticles' chest is sagging with pride for honour has yet to be satisfied Well heaven be thanked we live in an age where no man need bother except on the stage With Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori and definitely not tonight...
I can still remember when I was just a kid I was free to do what I wanted to but never ever did And now with years of discretion reached may we not forget Liberte Egalite Fraternite
For there's life in the old world yet There'll always be an Vegeta-sei an Saiyan King and our royal house Two suns and the moon For we have only one chance Then this young man with an unhealthy tan puts a drink in my hand and says I understand
You're in search of a place to continue the chase of the heavenly taste I suggest in that case That you all come with me to my place by the sea where the glasses shall be overflowing with free alcoholic delights (and free love if you like)
For what point has this life if you can't realise your dreams? Raise your glasses high! Drink the town dry! We'll drink beyond the boundaries of sense We'll drink 'till we start to see annoying little pink Ice-jin's Inside our heads, inside our beds, inside ????
*Saiyans cried in horror.*
So don't shoot 'till you see the reds of our eyes And an army of weaklings marching behind From the night I was born 'till the day I will die All my lovers will be king and Divine! ***
The prince strolled from the training rooms and back to his bedroom. Paused and eyed the girls bedroom. Should he? Nah. Shaking the thought from his head he entered and showered instead. As the water cleansed his sweaty body he closed his eyes. Yet the thought wouldn't be as easily shed as his work out sweat. Cursing under his breath he turned the hot down and shivered under the cold shower. A quick glance below showed no satisfying results. Damn. Damned hormones. He hated being a juvenile. He turned his gaze at the wall as he continued shivering under the steady beating stream.
Then again, if he could believe these tales about insatiable sex impulses from the adults, a far from happy future lay before him. No wonder his father had so many women. It started at age 14, in his case, earlier even. And with no end insight. The best and until now, only remedy? Either find a woman, or train your ass off. Which was exactly what he had done since this morning. And the fact Diana walked around near naked wasn't much help either. He growling chattered with his teeth. His skin turning reddish under the torture.
No, now he wasn't only gazing at Diana's rear. Sakura still gone. To who knew where...or he bet she wouldn't have escaped his gaze. No, now even the elite females and first class drew his attention. And there was nothing he could do. That was the most frustrating. NOTHING HELPED! He tried laying in a tub with ice-cubes. Didn't even shrink! Other races so he learned, had theirs shivering up pitiful, yet his stood proud still in the coldest of water. Bit red perhaps, but proud. How would he live through this? No idea. Maybe going off planet would help, he and Nappa. No girls around...Coola didn't have much in his army...could work. But then again, leaving his home world while Sakura and Diana were about? Hmm...hadn't even bedded them. No. Couldn't do that.
Soar he checked again. DAMMIT! Sighing he closed the cold water as well. Hopeless. Well that only left one option open, didn't it. Bed a woman. Cause it actually hurt now. Not because of the cold, hell no. It was more a pounding inside him. He needed it! HOOKED ON SEX!? Couldn't tell his father, did once and laughed his head off. Maybe Zorn? Wrapping a towel around his waist he walked out still dripping and spotted his alarm clock. Hmm...early enough for him to be sober still. Hopefully. That rumour about last night, he didn't like much. But he couldn't see Zorn like a drunk. Wasn't his thing. Also, beside his father, he was the next best thing, Nappa being an air head. Good at fighting and training Seibamen. His brood were one of the best. But for other things? No, he'd pass. Grabbing his scouter he yanked it away from his ear as loud music welcomed him. Damned idiot. The most dirty songs and his state wasn't improving by them.
"ZORN COME IN NOW!" he howled frustrated. He switched to his personal channel and soon was greeted by Zorn. Who had run outside and was standing a block away from the bar, while still music could be heard.
-Yes my prince? Is something wrong?- "GET IN MY ROOM NOW!" -Immediately sir.- frustrated Vegeta smacked the scouter on his bed and stalked back and forth. Zorn threw the bar a sorrowful glance before running back into the palace. Soon enough he stopped before the door of the prince and knocked.
"ENTER YOU FOOL!" ah, that mood again? Collected he entered and closed the door calmly. A viable frustrated prince, stark naked apart from the wet towel around his waist glared at him.
"Yes my prince?" "I..." Vegeta lost his tong as he merely glared daggers at Zorn then at the wall. "I trained all day, you know that." Zorn nodded. "I just took a shower, ice cold..." weary Zorn nodded. Oh dear... Vegeta flushed in raw rage. "I CAN'T GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM!" Nappa...Zorn mused, would have asked, what? With that stupid face of his. But not, him, not Zorn, he was smart.
"I see. Have you bedded a woman recently my prince?" He asked matter of factly. And unfazed. That was what Vegeta liked. Facts. And he, unlike is FATHER didn't laugh.
"I haven't, since 3 days." "Your highness, it is actually very simple. Sakura is resting next door. I suggest, joining her and relieve the stress. Which only is normal at your current age." Vegeta grunted, hating the hormones raging in his body. "You were an early developed boy when you sexually became active. It is only normal, my prince." he added.
"NORMAL?" Vegeta breezed. NORMAL HE SAYS!? TIS CAN'T BE NORMAL!!! IT'S BEEN IN THE SAME STATE FOR A BLOODY 48 HOURS!" Zorn blinked.
"Sire, if your needs currently are this high, I also suggest one of the ladies in near proximity at all times of the day. Ignoring it, could cause problems." Vegeta humped. "Like?" "We did discuss these matters before sire. But perhaps you remember my words about blind need and moments when body wins over mind?" Vegeta growled inside his mouth.
"And thus a prince becomes a blind rapist. ARCH, no choice, DISMISSED!" he heard the closing of the door and rested his head against the wall. Damn. His society did NOT take rapists kindly. Blasted on sight, and without repercussions for the shooter. Prince or no prince. Not as if any one could shoot and kill him. Hell no, but it would be embarrassing and all over the news. And then Coola would come and smirk or sneer...gloat even. Shish. Life sucked.
"Oh Sakura? Wake up time..." pasting his old smirk on his face, though not feeling at all happy, he still clad in only a towel opened the door, noted Zorn long gone and without knocking entered the other room. ***
Zorn after jumping from a window landed daft before the entrance and shoved and kicked some Saiyan's away, howling, captain, move over or I'll shoot. Worked like a charm. Content he parched himself back at his table and smirked up at Diana who stilled played and sung. She was a rotten minded girl, and he and all others loved her for it. The lyrics she poured out, amazed even him. Such sweet faces the couple had, but what minds...
"Isn't it nice to have a penis!" all howled yes. "Isn't it awfully nice to have a dong..." one hit a pan. She laughed with the others before calming and continuing with tears over her face. She sat on the bar and had a circle of listeners around her. Yet again, arm length. After she finished she smirked content.
"And now, something more at your current level." howls and snickering greeted her. "'Nother one from the Monties!" all cheered. Remembering the funny ones came from someone called Monty Python.
O my king, please don't burn us. Don't grill or toast Your flock. Don't put us on the barbecue Or simmer us in stock.
Don't braise or bake or boil us Or stir-fry us in a wok. Oh, please don't lightly poach us Or baste us with hot fat.
Don't fricassee or roast us Or boil us in a vat, And please don't stick Thy servants, Sire, In a Rotissomat.
All laughed and snickered as they off key tried to sing the song again. Diana laughed as she repeated the song thrice. She loved every repeat as they clumsily tried to copy her. And the poor lads were so drunk...she grabbed a scouter from someone's ear and tapped it.
"Garn? Taping again?" -Yes milady!- "Good, send this to the radio stations could yah? And if someone is yapping through the music, give me a sign and I'll start it over again." -I adore you milady!- "Flattering gets you everywhere..." he grinned as she sung the song a fourth time.
***
King Vegeta, laying in bed reading with the scouter attached to his ear, blinked and glanced glassy at the wall. What? He? Shooting all his people? Fat chance. He heard also the comments made. All unaware he himself was listening in. Actually amusing.
-Wonder what the king would say...- -I think he'd love it, this could be our first interplanetary hit, just put Coola in the place of the king.- "Fat chance, it's 'my' song, nobody fucks up 'my' song. I got copyrights now.' the king muttered warning, yet nearing a laughter fit.
-Your highness? Aw man, I'm too drunk to be sober.- Vegeta laughed. "Then stay drunk." -Okay, bottoms up sire!- "Same back at yah." he blinked. Already starting with slang? Shame him! Someone was being a bad influence... "Diana? I'm hearing your songs, could you...maybe make them a bit more decent? -No your highness, I'm off duty now. Sorry.- he shrugged. What ever. He tried.
***
In a nearby room the prince glanced around in the dark. His hearing picked up the subtle breathing of one sleeping deep. Too bad for her... And this actually not thought nasty, merely a fact. Just as soon as he was satisfied, she could go back to sleep. Until that time... He snuck up to the bed, shedding the towel while walking over. Leaned on the bed from the foot end and crawled over the blanket to where Sakura lay sprawled. Very much asleep... For only a nano-second he had second thoughts, which quickly were pushed away by his failing thinking mind. Sure he could go to the harem. But 1. His father would eat his hide again, and this time his allowance really might be gone. 2. Those girls were really unsocial towards him, meaning, he really had to persuade them into a discussion before getting anywhere. Or he would fail, walk away still frustrated, or would forcefully take one. That only happened a couple of times. Thank goodness. Because it wasn't his thing. That game was only fun when both enjoyed playing it.
"Sakura?" he whispered. His hair dripping a bit on her face. She groaned and ducked under the blankets. Blinking he eyed now the pillow. Huh? HEY. Soft approach out of the window. "Sakura I need your help." he stated soar. No reply, yanking the blankets away he noticed her curled up in a ball sleeping happily on as if he wasn't even present. Damned woman. Losing his already failing patience he touched her upper left arm. She shot up as if he shot her and skited into the far most corner.
"BLOODY COLD!" Vegeta eyed his hand. Maybe... she glared at him. In the dark her eyes black. "Who are you!" she growled afterwards. It was only then he realised it was too dark for her to see. His eyes had to be a bit better then hers during nocturnal times. Different to each race.
"Vegeta." "Which one?" he sighed. "Younger." she sighed back and moved back to her warm patch. "What the hell did you do, your as cold as Yunzabit heights." "Yun what?" "Coldest place on our planet."
"Oh...I took a cold shower." "Why? Saving money on the gas bill?" Vegeta snickered. He? A prince paying gas bills? Hell now. "We don't use gas." "Oh..." came the sleepy reply. Sleeping? AGAIN? NO WAY!
"If you don't come to me now, I'll go back to the shower and take you with me." "Nasty...but your so COLD!" "Then warm me up woman." "The hell I will. Take a bath. A WARM bath." he gritted his teeth. Took too much time. So instead he jumped her and pinned her shrieking under him. As he pressed his body against hers. And actually warmed quickly. Which had two reasons, her being against him, and she being warm of her own.
"AHHHH, GET OFF!!! YOUR COLD DAMMIT! ARE YOU NUTS!?" "As I said woman, I need your help." she whimpered and chattered her teeth. "Damn you. With WOT! Getting warmed up?" she snarled. He smirked. "Yes, something like that." her hands tried to push him off...then paused. Tapping his ribs. Then lower to his hips...then they dropped. "Oh god...I see..." she tried to move and he allowed her. "Why stand under a freezing shower, trying to torture me? Working..." "No, I tried to remedy it myself, I failed. I also heard you hadn't bedded before, so I'll be careful. Don't expect miracles though."
"Miracles?" she snickered. Bedded before Vegs! "News out dated. It seems my sister did not think me capable of those things..." "Your no virgin anymore?" "Nope." "GOOD!" he jumped her again and ripped her nightgown to shreds. Happily noting she was naked under it. Sakura wasn't given much choice or time as he moved quick. At long last, relies...
***
Round 5 AM Diana blinking was carried inside by one of Nappa's men who had seen how she smacked hean on into the wall instead of passing through the gate. Her intoxicated brain eyed his armour. His face, something was off here...now if she could only just...armour...army...ARMY? NAPPA??
"AHH FUCK OFF ME!!! I DON'T LIKE YOU, ZORN!!!!" she was dragged sweat dropping onwards as he tried to smother her screaming.
'Rape of the kings fav, rape!!!" She wailed. Several saiyans bolted over as she was dropped. He raised his hads and pointed at her with his boot.
"DRUNK!"
"You nearly KILLED ME. Suffocating kings fav eh?" she sneered, crawling on hands and feet to a pair of boots she recognised. Save.
"Get me to bed." she whimpered. "Don't wanna Nappa guys touching me." One knelt and eyed her bemused. "Why lady Diana. Had fun?" she nodded sheepish. "Yup, couldn't you hear? Only prob was, all Saiyans after I finished bought me drinks, and I couldn't decline..." he laughed as he offered her a hand. Gallantly he hauled her onto her feet. Wavering she fell against him. Cute guy actually. Had a neat scar over his cheek, and over his eye. But he wasn't blind. Flashy.
"Waz your name? Do I know you?" He scooped her into his arms as she daftly draped an arm around his neck. "My name is Storn milady. And we haven't met before. I however do know of your reputation." "Only good things I hope?" he nodded bemused as he walked with her through dark hallways. "Offcourse." Yawning she started singing one of her more dirty songs.
"Isn't is nice to have a penis...Storn?" "Err.." "Isn't it awfully nice to have a dong?" "It is." he agreed with the drunk.
They arrived at the bedroom. Storn with his hands full, couldn't knock so he managed to open it with his boot. Inside he went then stood rigid. Oops... In the bed Sakura lay asleep with the prince draped over her protectively. A possessive hand around her waist.
Diana wormed free and daftly skipped over and hopped on the side of Vegeta. "Wake up! I wanna sleep now!" she whined nasal. "Woman? ARCH scram, it's occupied." Vegeta snarled. She jumped once more on him as Storn watched stunned and rooted on the spot. Before his mind kicked in and made him bolt out and close the door behind him.
"Get off me!" he growled. Sakura was so asleep she never even noticed. Diana flopped beside him as he refused to move. Got under the blankets dressed still and yanked it over her as she pinned Vegeta in between. Sighing Vegeta tried to push her off the bed with his rear.
"Do you mind? Yous have own bed." "Scram to there then." he muttered. "Yous bed is yous bed, mes, mes bed." "How intelligent. Your drunk." "Is drunk, bitsy." "Is that even a word? Vegeta wondered, shook his head. Flopped on his bed. Worming his left arm under Sakura's head, then his right under Diana's. Who swatted it away. Wasn't comfy.
"ARCH, run to my fathers bed then!" he snarled Impatient. "FINE, I will. I'll tell him you been messing with my sis. Then he'll punish you, so there." "What ever." She rose proud. Hitting her feet against something and blinked away a tear. Ouch....KING! She ran to his room and smacked into the door. The two guards flinched, had to hurt. With shaking lips she opened it and ducked into the bed. Behind her the door rapidly closed again by the guards. Startled the king jumped and eyed how she hid under the blankets. Her rear sticking up as she whimpered. Carefully he pulled the blanket away and eyed her as she sniffed.
"What happened?" he asked. "Hit me nose..." she whimpered. "And?" "Me toe." Trying to fight down the laughter that bubbled in him the king realised she was way too drunk. She was to far along to even feel pain he'd bet. Had to be the idea.
"Your son sucks too." she continued. As he yanked out her boots and tossed them across the room. Not caring where they landed. "Why is that?" he pulled her armour off. "He's in my bedroom, with my sis!" "DAMMIT! I thought I warned him not to wake her!" "He didn't! She was asleep, but kinda naked, soi was he." "GOD DAMNED! MESSING WITH MY WOMEN AGAIN! BLOODY TEENS!" Diana giggled.
"Veggy will be punished...Veggy will be punished..." she lulled on a teasing tone. "You bet. No allowance for a month." Diana snickered. Saiyan months were 40 days. "Make it two." Diana suggested. "He kicked me out of my own bedroom." "Granted. 2 months." Happy she curled against him and was gone as soon as she layed her head on his chest.
13. Ice-Cube's Bar: Round 2
Tip toe Diana entered the dusky bedroom. Soft sleeping sounds emanated from the bed. Soft she snuck up to the bed and lovingly stroke some dark stray hair from her sisters face. Who, by the way was still unconscious. Snickering Diana tiptoed to the closet, dug up a leather suit and tiptoed out. Now where to change...AH the kings bedroom. She walked across the hall and entered without being stopped. Stunned the king glanced up from his desk, on which neat piles of papers were stapled.
"What are you doing?" he asked curious as she coyly tossed the clothes on the bed and started undressing. "Changing sire." "So I noticed. Are you going out?" "If you allow me. I've been stuck here for a week. I need to get out." Bemused he put down the pen. "Is this place so confining?"
"No...just want to make some new friends." his eyebrows lowered. "Just friends sire. Not bed friends. After all I am yours, and after last night definitely yours." content he relaxed. "Shouldn't I send some to watch over you?" "Nah. They wouldn't dare touch me. Besides, I'm visiting this place called Ice-Cube. Sakura had lots of fun there the last nights."
"Oh no...the plink-plonk bar? You shouldn't go." "The what?" "They don't play music there, but allow drunks to tinker with the instruments." "Ah..." she settled the leather over her frame and pulled her hair out. "But my dear king, I will not only listen, but create the music." Fascinated he glanced up more as she walked over to him.
"You can play?" "Yes, only a little." she lied. "If your interested, just put the scouter on tonight. The guards so I heard had allot of fun last night. My sister patched them through." "So I heard from Zorn who can't remember hearing it. Quaint...only a song with Warrior in it and transition?" "No my sweet, Trance. So she did her routine again...have to top that..." "You both should do your numbers before myself and my son, not in bars." he muttered.
"I will do it in bars, new songs first before you and the prince...but I nor my sister will perform before you both 'and' the ice-cube." "Agreed."
"Well, gotto go. Taurus would pick me up. He knows the way." "Have fun, and don't make it too late? You'll be awake early. He's coming tomorrow at 10." she pouted. Again? "Yes again. now go and relax." she curled around him from behind.
"Can't you make up an excuse for me. You are the king..." He sighed. "Perhaps. Sakura could keep me company. If she's rested enough." "We'll see. Can't make any promises. She can be like a bear in hibernation." "A what?" "Never mind. Don't work too long. Or you'll have a headache again." "Oh you...go already!" The sting wasn't present as he smirked as she left waving coyly. She reminded him of his Mother...shish.
***
In the bar. Diana glanced up at trance music coming from the speakers. Huh? Taped? Saiyans hopping around and banging heads against each other. Not caring they turned and head banged more. Head banging was taking much to literally here...she mused. Had to hurt... She walked past the bar, and made a cutting throat motion. The music so loud no speech was possible. He nodded and hit a switch. Silence filled the bar. Dazed males and females glanced about. Who blasted the music?
"Okay my lovelies. Nice music from my sister eh?" all blinked, eyed her then cheered. "Well, yesterday evening I was rather occupied, now I'm here though." More cheering. She smirking silenced them as she strolled to the piano-synthesiser...and who knew what more. It was pretty much alien. After several trials she found the right keys and started one of which Lyrics she slightly adapted. Marilyn Manson, she never would grow tired of him. Nor his Lyrics, like the one played now...Snake Eyes And Sissies
Wrench is just a household god but I carry mine with pride I don't work but I can work with it to split your smile Run you down without a twitch, your car's just not as big as mine Tear the son out of your bitch and sprinkle your remains with lime
I ain't no workin' girl, I do the best I can, I got the devil's hand rollin' sixes I am the habit girl, I use up all I can, I got the slacker's hand
My afternoon's remote control, daydream milk and genocide Tranquility with broken knees, silly putty enemies Butter knife in your side What I got I got for free, middle finger technology What's yours is mine, yours is mine, told you fucker, yours is mine Snake eyes for sissies
I am the paedophile's dream, a messianic peter pan Just a girl, just a girl, just a little fucking girl, I can never be a woman
Loudly some guys disagreed. In they're drunken state lulling about her body definitely being a woman's. Others howling and searching for the paedophile. Drunken Saiyans, what a laugh. Funny drunks, bit aggressive towards aliens wanting to enter. They were kicked out harder then they entered. And none dared to come close enough to touch her. Which actually was kind of nice. The Divine comedy's 'drinking song,' good idea with all those beer swinging and tossing Saiyans. She sung bemused.
Back at the house a bottle is found and opened in honour of those who have drowned While we who have not, are stricken with guilt and dutifully see that not one drop is spilt We're drinking to life, we're drinking to death We're drinking 'till none of our livers are left We're winding our way down to the spirit store We'll drink 'till we just can't drink any more Raise your glasses high! Drink the cellar dry!
*The Saiyans cheered in glee as she continued.*
Well bloody my nose and blacken my eye If it ain't some young punk in search of a fight And Shaunticles' chest is sagging with pride for honour has yet to be satisfied Well heaven be thanked we live in an age where no man need bother except on the stage With Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori and definitely not tonight...
I can still remember when I was just a kid I was free to do what I wanted to but never ever did And now with years of discretion reached may we not forget Liberte Egalite Fraternite
For there's life in the old world yet There'll always be an Vegeta-sei an Saiyan King and our royal house Two suns and the moon For we have only one chance Then this young man with an unhealthy tan puts a drink in my hand and says I understand
You're in search of a place to continue the chase of the heavenly taste I suggest in that case That you all come with me to my place by the sea where the glasses shall be overflowing with free alcoholic delights (and free love if you like)
For what point has this life if you can't realise your dreams? Raise your glasses high! Drink the town dry! We'll drink beyond the boundaries of sense We'll drink 'till we start to see annoying little pink Ice-jin's Inside our heads, inside our beds, inside ????
*Saiyans cried in horror.*
So don't shoot 'till you see the reds of our eyes And an army of weaklings marching behind From the night I was born 'till the day I will die All my lovers will be king and Divine! ***
The prince strolled from the training rooms and back to his bedroom. Paused and eyed the girls bedroom. Should he? Nah. Shaking the thought from his head he entered and showered instead. As the water cleansed his sweaty body he closed his eyes. Yet the thought wouldn't be as easily shed as his work out sweat. Cursing under his breath he turned the hot down and shivered under the cold shower. A quick glance below showed no satisfying results. Damn. Damned hormones. He hated being a juvenile. He turned his gaze at the wall as he continued shivering under the steady beating stream.
Then again, if he could believe these tales about insatiable sex impulses from the adults, a far from happy future lay before him. No wonder his father had so many women. It started at age 14, in his case, earlier even. And with no end insight. The best and until now, only remedy? Either find a woman, or train your ass off. Which was exactly what he had done since this morning. And the fact Diana walked around near naked wasn't much help either. He growling chattered with his teeth. His skin turning reddish under the torture.
No, now he wasn't only gazing at Diana's rear. Sakura still gone. To who knew where...or he bet she wouldn't have escaped his gaze. No, now even the elite females and first class drew his attention. And there was nothing he could do. That was the most frustrating. NOTHING HELPED! He tried laying in a tub with ice-cubes. Didn't even shrink! Other races so he learned, had theirs shivering up pitiful, yet his stood proud still in the coldest of water. Bit red perhaps, but proud. How would he live through this? No idea. Maybe going off planet would help, he and Nappa. No girls around...Coola didn't have much in his army...could work. But then again, leaving his home world while Sakura and Diana were about? Hmm...hadn't even bedded them. No. Couldn't do that.
Soar he checked again. DAMMIT! Sighing he closed the cold water as well. Hopeless. Well that only left one option open, didn't it. Bed a woman. Cause it actually hurt now. Not because of the cold, hell no. It was more a pounding inside him. He needed it! HOOKED ON SEX!? Couldn't tell his father, did once and laughed his head off. Maybe Zorn? Wrapping a towel around his waist he walked out still dripping and spotted his alarm clock. Hmm...early enough for him to be sober still. Hopefully. That rumour about last night, he didn't like much. But he couldn't see Zorn like a drunk. Wasn't his thing. Also, beside his father, he was the next best thing, Nappa being an air head. Good at fighting and training Seibamen. His brood were one of the best. But for other things? No, he'd pass. Grabbing his scouter he yanked it away from his ear as loud music welcomed him. Damned idiot. The most dirty songs and his state wasn't improving by them.
"ZORN COME IN NOW!" he howled frustrated. He switched to his personal channel and soon was greeted by Zorn. Who had run outside and was standing a block away from the bar, while still music could be heard.
-Yes my prince? Is something wrong?- "GET IN MY ROOM NOW!" -Immediately sir.- frustrated Vegeta smacked the scouter on his bed and stalked back and forth. Zorn threw the bar a sorrowful glance before running back into the palace. Soon enough he stopped before the door of the prince and knocked.
"ENTER YOU FOOL!" ah, that mood again? Collected he entered and closed the door calmly. A viable frustrated prince, stark naked apart from the wet towel around his waist glared at him.
"Yes my prince?" "I..." Vegeta lost his tong as he merely glared daggers at Zorn then at the wall. "I trained all day, you know that." Zorn nodded. "I just took a shower, ice cold..." weary Zorn nodded. Oh dear... Vegeta flushed in raw rage. "I CAN'T GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM!" Nappa...Zorn mused, would have asked, what? With that stupid face of his. But not, him, not Zorn, he was smart.
"I see. Have you bedded a woman recently my prince?" He asked matter of factly. And unfazed. That was what Vegeta liked. Facts. And he, unlike is FATHER didn't laugh.
"I haven't, since 3 days." "Your highness, it is actually very simple. Sakura is resting next door. I suggest, joining her and relieve the stress. Which only is normal at your current age." Vegeta grunted, hating the hormones raging in his body. "You were an early developed boy when you sexually became active. It is only normal, my prince." he added.
"NORMAL?" Vegeta breezed. NORMAL HE SAYS!? TIS CAN'T BE NORMAL!!! IT'S BEEN IN THE SAME STATE FOR A BLOODY 48 HOURS!" Zorn blinked.
"Sire, if your needs currently are this high, I also suggest one of the ladies in near proximity at all times of the day. Ignoring it, could cause problems." Vegeta humped. "Like?" "We did discuss these matters before sire. But perhaps you remember my words about blind need and moments when body wins over mind?" Vegeta growled inside his mouth.
"And thus a prince becomes a blind rapist. ARCH, no choice, DISMISSED!" he heard the closing of the door and rested his head against the wall. Damn. His society did NOT take rapists kindly. Blasted on sight, and without repercussions for the shooter. Prince or no prince. Not as if any one could shoot and kill him. Hell no, but it would be embarrassing and all over the news. And then Coola would come and smirk or sneer...gloat even. Shish. Life sucked.
"Oh Sakura? Wake up time..." pasting his old smirk on his face, though not feeling at all happy, he still clad in only a towel opened the door, noted Zorn long gone and without knocking entered the other room. ***
Zorn after jumping from a window landed daft before the entrance and shoved and kicked some Saiyan's away, howling, captain, move over or I'll shoot. Worked like a charm. Content he parched himself back at his table and smirked up at Diana who stilled played and sung. She was a rotten minded girl, and he and all others loved her for it. The lyrics she poured out, amazed even him. Such sweet faces the couple had, but what minds...
"Isn't it nice to have a penis!" all howled yes. "Isn't it awfully nice to have a dong..." one hit a pan. She laughed with the others before calming and continuing with tears over her face. She sat on the bar and had a circle of listeners around her. Yet again, arm length. After she finished she smirked content.
"And now, something more at your current level." howls and snickering greeted her. "'Nother one from the Monties!" all cheered. Remembering the funny ones came from someone called Monty Python.
O my king, please don't burn us. Don't grill or toast Your flock. Don't put us on the barbecue Or simmer us in stock.
Don't braise or bake or boil us Or stir-fry us in a wok. Oh, please don't lightly poach us Or baste us with hot fat.
Don't fricassee or roast us Or boil us in a vat, And please don't stick Thy servants, Sire, In a Rotissomat.
All laughed and snickered as they off key tried to sing the song again. Diana laughed as she repeated the song thrice. She loved every repeat as they clumsily tried to copy her. And the poor lads were so drunk...she grabbed a scouter from someone's ear and tapped it.
"Garn? Taping again?" -Yes milady!- "Good, send this to the radio stations could yah? And if someone is yapping through the music, give me a sign and I'll start it over again." -I adore you milady!- "Flattering gets you everywhere..." he grinned as she sung the song a fourth time.
***
King Vegeta, laying in bed reading with the scouter attached to his ear, blinked and glanced glassy at the wall. What? He? Shooting all his people? Fat chance. He heard also the comments made. All unaware he himself was listening in. Actually amusing.
-Wonder what the king would say...- -I think he'd love it, this could be our first interplanetary hit, just put Coola in the place of the king.- "Fat chance, it's 'my' song, nobody fucks up 'my' song. I got copyrights now.' the king muttered warning, yet nearing a laughter fit.
-Your highness? Aw man, I'm too drunk to be sober.- Vegeta laughed. "Then stay drunk." -Okay, bottoms up sire!- "Same back at yah." he blinked. Already starting with slang? Shame him! Someone was being a bad influence... "Diana? I'm hearing your songs, could you...maybe make them a bit more decent? -No your highness, I'm off duty now. Sorry.- he shrugged. What ever. He tried.
***
In a nearby room the prince glanced around in the dark. His hearing picked up the subtle breathing of one sleeping deep. Too bad for her... And this actually not thought nasty, merely a fact. Just as soon as he was satisfied, she could go back to sleep. Until that time... He snuck up to the bed, shedding the towel while walking over. Leaned on the bed from the foot end and crawled over the blanket to where Sakura lay sprawled. Very much asleep... For only a nano-second he had second thoughts, which quickly were pushed away by his failing thinking mind. Sure he could go to the harem. But 1. His father would eat his hide again, and this time his allowance really might be gone. 2. Those girls were really unsocial towards him, meaning, he really had to persuade them into a discussion before getting anywhere. Or he would fail, walk away still frustrated, or would forcefully take one. That only happened a couple of times. Thank goodness. Because it wasn't his thing. That game was only fun when both enjoyed playing it.
"Sakura?" he whispered. His hair dripping a bit on her face. She groaned and ducked under the blankets. Blinking he eyed now the pillow. Huh? HEY. Soft approach out of the window. "Sakura I need your help." he stated soar. No reply, yanking the blankets away he noticed her curled up in a ball sleeping happily on as if he wasn't even present. Damned woman. Losing his already failing patience he touched her upper left arm. She shot up as if he shot her and skited into the far most corner.
"BLOODY COLD!" Vegeta eyed his hand. Maybe... she glared at him. In the dark her eyes black. "Who are you!" she growled afterwards. It was only then he realised it was too dark for her to see. His eyes had to be a bit better then hers during nocturnal times. Different to each race.
"Vegeta." "Which one?" he sighed. "Younger." she sighed back and moved back to her warm patch. "What the hell did you do, your as cold as Yunzabit heights." "Yun what?" "Coldest place on our planet."
"Oh...I took a cold shower." "Why? Saving money on the gas bill?" Vegeta snickered. He? A prince paying gas bills? Hell now. "We don't use gas." "Oh..." came the sleepy reply. Sleeping? AGAIN? NO WAY!
"If you don't come to me now, I'll go back to the shower and take you with me." "Nasty...but your so COLD!" "Then warm me up woman." "The hell I will. Take a bath. A WARM bath." he gritted his teeth. Took too much time. So instead he jumped her and pinned her shrieking under him. As he pressed his body against hers. And actually warmed quickly. Which had two reasons, her being against him, and she being warm of her own.
"AHHHH, GET OFF!!! YOUR COLD DAMMIT! ARE YOU NUTS!?" "As I said woman, I need your help." she whimpered and chattered her teeth. "Damn you. With WOT! Getting warmed up?" she snarled. He smirked. "Yes, something like that." her hands tried to push him off...then paused. Tapping his ribs. Then lower to his hips...then they dropped. "Oh god...I see..." she tried to move and he allowed her. "Why stand under a freezing shower, trying to torture me? Working..." "No, I tried to remedy it myself, I failed. I also heard you hadn't bedded before, so I'll be careful. Don't expect miracles though."
"Miracles?" she snickered. Bedded before Vegs! "News out dated. It seems my sister did not think me capable of those things..." "Your no virgin anymore?" "Nope." "GOOD!" he jumped her again and ripped her nightgown to shreds. Happily noting she was naked under it. Sakura wasn't given much choice or time as he moved quick. At long last, relies...
***
Round 5 AM Diana blinking was carried inside by one of Nappa's men who had seen how she smacked hean on into the wall instead of passing through the gate. Her intoxicated brain eyed his armour. His face, something was off here...now if she could only just...armour...army...ARMY? NAPPA??
"AHH FUCK OFF ME!!! I DON'T LIKE YOU, ZORN!!!!" she was dragged sweat dropping onwards as he tried to smother her screaming.
'Rape of the kings fav, rape!!!" She wailed. Several saiyans bolted over as she was dropped. He raised his hads and pointed at her with his boot.
"DRUNK!"
"You nearly KILLED ME. Suffocating kings fav eh?" she sneered, crawling on hands and feet to a pair of boots she recognised. Save.
"Get me to bed." she whimpered. "Don't wanna Nappa guys touching me." One knelt and eyed her bemused. "Why lady Diana. Had fun?" she nodded sheepish. "Yup, couldn't you hear? Only prob was, all Saiyans after I finished bought me drinks, and I couldn't decline..." he laughed as he offered her a hand. Gallantly he hauled her onto her feet. Wavering she fell against him. Cute guy actually. Had a neat scar over his cheek, and over his eye. But he wasn't blind. Flashy.
"Waz your name? Do I know you?" He scooped her into his arms as she daftly draped an arm around his neck. "My name is Storn milady. And we haven't met before. I however do know of your reputation." "Only good things I hope?" he nodded bemused as he walked with her through dark hallways. "Offcourse." Yawning she started singing one of her more dirty songs.
"Isn't is nice to have a penis...Storn?" "Err.." "Isn't it awfully nice to have a dong?" "It is." he agreed with the drunk.
They arrived at the bedroom. Storn with his hands full, couldn't knock so he managed to open it with his boot. Inside he went then stood rigid. Oops... In the bed Sakura lay asleep with the prince draped over her protectively. A possessive hand around her waist.
Diana wormed free and daftly skipped over and hopped on the side of Vegeta. "Wake up! I wanna sleep now!" she whined nasal. "Woman? ARCH scram, it's occupied." Vegeta snarled. She jumped once more on him as Storn watched stunned and rooted on the spot. Before his mind kicked in and made him bolt out and close the door behind him.
"Get off me!" he growled. Sakura was so asleep she never even noticed. Diana flopped beside him as he refused to move. Got under the blankets dressed still and yanked it over her as she pinned Vegeta in between. Sighing Vegeta tried to push her off the bed with his rear.
"Do you mind? Yous have own bed." "Scram to there then." he muttered. "Yous bed is yous bed, mes, mes bed." "How intelligent. Your drunk." "Is drunk, bitsy." "Is that even a word? Vegeta wondered, shook his head. Flopped on his bed. Worming his left arm under Sakura's head, then his right under Diana's. Who swatted it away. Wasn't comfy.
"ARCH, run to my fathers bed then!" he snarled Impatient. "FINE, I will. I'll tell him you been messing with my sis. Then he'll punish you, so there." "What ever." She rose proud. Hitting her feet against something and blinked away a tear. Ouch....KING! She ran to his room and smacked into the door. The two guards flinched, had to hurt. With shaking lips she opened it and ducked into the bed. Behind her the door rapidly closed again by the guards. Startled the king jumped and eyed how she hid under the blankets. Her rear sticking up as she whimpered. Carefully he pulled the blanket away and eyed her as she sniffed.
"What happened?" he asked. "Hit me nose..." she whimpered. "And?" "Me toe." Trying to fight down the laughter that bubbled in him the king realised she was way too drunk. She was to far along to even feel pain he'd bet. Had to be the idea.
"Your son sucks too." she continued. As he yanked out her boots and tossed them across the room. Not caring where they landed. "Why is that?" he pulled her armour off. "He's in my bedroom, with my sis!" "DAMMIT! I thought I warned him not to wake her!" "He didn't! She was asleep, but kinda naked, soi was he." "GOD DAMNED! MESSING WITH MY WOMEN AGAIN! BLOODY TEENS!" Diana giggled.
"Veggy will be punished...Veggy will be punished..." she lulled on a teasing tone. "You bet. No allowance for a month." Diana snickered. Saiyan months were 40 days. "Make it two." Diana suggested. "He kicked me out of my own bedroom." "Granted. 2 months." Happy she curled against him and was gone as soon as she layed her head on his chest.