Chapter IV: Nature of Men


'Are we there yet?' A voice asked with a tone of impatience.

'No, sir,' one of the pilots said, pressing buttons at the same time. The computer beeped a couple of times and a map of planet Earth was online.

'Hmm. Planet Earth,' the previous voice said, his eyes narrowing at the prosaic name, 'so this is where the mighty Prince Vegeta lives,'

'What's that sir?'

'Nothing, get back to work. Find me the current location of Vegeta,' he ordered again, fingers drumming on his armrest. The pilots didn't respond but working on it was good enough for him. Quickly, they found the answer, 'Location UJA4502. Or what they call Gingertown, sir,'

'What is he doing right now?'

'Uh. He's fighting with a someone named Goku,' the pilot responded.

'Goku? Wasn't he, or rather isn't he, since he's still alive, the saviour of that planet? If so, why is he hanging out with this cursed prince of the saiyans?'

' Don't know, sir,' the pilot said, also confused by the results. They would have expected Vegeta to blow up things and devastate the earth but it was simple and beautiful and that stupified the searchers.

'Never mind. We shall fight Vegeta and only him,' the voice said again. He didn't want any unneccessary trouble with anyone else. But if they were friends of him, then the choices must be reconsidered.

'When do you think is the best time for us to fight with him,' the voice asked not the pilots but his most trusted general who stood patiently at his side. The general turned to his superior and there was a proud smirk on his face when he said, 'the 30th Tenchi Boudakia. That's the tournament when all fighters from around the world come and gather at one place and compete against one another for the one title: the World Champion.

'Do they fight to the death?' the voice asked again, curious about the earthly customs. He was dismayed when he noticed the general shaking his head. How could that be? Fighting to the death was an honour, coveted by all beings on his planet. Then again, this wasn't his planet, but the earthlings'. Thus, everything would be different. Maybe the food and lifestyles would be different too, he thought.

'Sir?'

'Hmm?' the voice asked, recovering from his reverie.

'What shall we do?'

'We shall wait until this "tournament" starts,' the voice ordered, patience is a virtue, a very special one these days.


'Gotcha!' Trunks shouted as he caught Goten offguard with a blast. There was a sharp yell and a bing bang that hid the sound of a door opening and the maternly voice saying, 'Boys! Dinner!!'

'All right!' Trunks yelled happily, powering down from ssj to a normal human powerlevel. 'Goten? You coming?'

'Yeah,' a voice coughed in answer and wiped off the debris from the torn ground off his orange gi. 'I'm coming, Trunks,'

There was food on the large square table; two huge plates of fried rice and grilled steaks were placed on the opposite sides and the boys were so hungry, Bulma, when she turned round to give them their drink, found out that food was all gone in an instant. She blinked for a couple of minutes, still a little bit shocked at how fast they ate and recovered her wits by saying, 'you guys must have been pretty hungry, huh?'

'Yeah,' Trunks replied, wiping his mouth on his sleeves. 'Hey, Goten? Wanna see my new PS2?'

'Yeah! I want to see what the games are like!'

Before Bulma could protest, they left, running up the stairs to Trunks' bedroom.

Boys these days. All they do is eat, play, and sleep, Bulma thought, as she sighed in knowing that she has to start cleaning those dishes, smartly cleaned by them.


'Kakarott! Mind where you're going! You almost knocked into that tree right there!'

'Wha-oh! I'm sorry,'

Goku swerved the car to the left, narrowly avoiding a thick oak tree guarding the countryside lane. He felt rather hot and unusually sleepy at this time. If it wasn't for Vegeta, they would have crashed into it and who knows what would have happened.

The person beside him, his left hand outside the window, the breeze coming in, looked at him in concern. Goku's eyes were puffy and red, and the face looked older than what he was. His breathing pattern seemed to be in a disorder. Sometimes he didn't seem to breathing at all.

'Kakarott? Are you okay? You don't look so good,' Vegeta commented, putting his free hand to Goku's forehead. It was like a furnace and almost burnt his palm.

'Shit! Stop the car!'

Goku's feet pushed on the brakes and the car immediately stopped. Vegeta forced his partner to look at him and Goku's eyes were half-closed.

'We've got to get you outta here!' Vegeta exclaimed, undoing the seatbelt, and gently lifting his lover, he smashed open the door and flew to the nearest hospital.


'There's nothing wrong with Kakarott,' the doctor replied, after making his diagnosis of his patient.

'What's wrong with him?' Vegeta urged, still not believing this medical doctor.

The tall brunette simply stared at him dumbly and said it, thinking that the short saiyan coule be mentally challenged, more slowly, ' There's ...nothing....wrong...with....the...patient...'

Unfortunately for the doctor, Vegeta hated when people thought he was mentally challenged and the doctor found himself being flung to the nearest to the room.

'Don't you dare say things like that to me!' Vegeta growled, his fists clenching tightly, his eyes a burning green.

Two cops went walking towards him slowly, the way a hunter does to catch his prety, and jumped on him. Vegeta smirked arrogantly as they too found themselves lying where the doctor was lying, stunned and stupified by how strong the man was.

'I'll do this my own way, you pathetic fools who call yourself doctors!' Vegeta said, barging into Rm 205, where Goku was sleeping peacefully.

He opened the door and carried Goku out of the hospital. With a grunt, he hopped off his left foot and took flight, going in a westerly direction.

Yet on the way, he felt something watching him. He didn't stop but kept going, taking note of this feeling and putting it away for future references.

The buildings of the cities diminished and trees began to dominate the landscape underneath him. Dogs barked as he passed away and people pointed figures at the flying person in the sky, holding another person in his arms. As usual, he ignored them and continued on home.


Goku woke up, feeling amazingly better than he had been in a few days and saw Vegeta-san sleeping besides him, his head back with the arms hanging over the armrests. Kami, Goku said to himself mentally, hes' so relaxed and everything. As if Vegeta heard him, he stirred slightly and opened an eye.

'Kakarott?' Both eyes opened, revealing two black orbs staring at him intently.

'Yeah, it's me, Vegeta,' Goku replied, getting out of bed, and stretching his limbs, unaware of Vegeta's shocked face.

'B-b-but you just had a fever, I-I-I mean, but,'

'My, my, Vegeta,' Goku said in a seductive voice, 'you don't normally stammer when you talk,'

Vegeta gathered his wits about him and tried to stand up but Goku stopped him, each of his hands on each of the armsupports.

'What are you doing, Kakarott?' Vegeta asked, although he secretly knew the answer and welcomed that feeling of desire.

'Hmm. You know what I'm doing,' A hand stroked the face gently. Then a pair of lips brushed against his and kissed him deeply. Vegeta gasped and thus, let the crafty saiyan's tongue enter his mouth. A moan occurred when his groin was being rubbed against and Goku smiled inwardly. He let go of Vegeta's lips with a slight smack and a lusty shine was in his eyes. He grabbed hold of Vegeta's hands and led him to the bed. He was on of Vegeta, and kissed him again. Afterwards, he pulled the blanket over them and continued to do what he wanted to do to Vegeta.