A/N Well, look at all my reviews. All *counts them* 5 of them! I was kinda hoping for more.
From now on, I think I'll try to reply to my reviews. I don't do it in my other fic because I feel my comments would make the fic seem less serious.
Sailor Bob: Don't worry, the drugs and sex and booze all come in very soon. (I've written as far as chapter 7. I was just debating whether I should post it or not.) I was just developing the plot and introducing Axel, who plays a big role. In this very chapter we see Trunks asking to puff the magic dragon, and then.....best not to spoil it. The big drugs don't come in till later. I'm just saving the best for last. And regardless, my humor is a certain type. Some people will find this fic funny, some won't. It depends on the person.
Just gonna mention this one more time. *If* you thought the prequel to this was "Risky" or "Stepping over the edge", then I think this fic isn't your cup of piss. On the other hand, if you thought it was too tame, you'll hopefully love this. There are lemons, bloody, horrible torture involving bondage, beating and biting (all part of the lemons) and every street drug I could name (sometimes used during/before/after the lemons).
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The bus pulled into the underground parking lot beneath Vegeta Enterprises' headquarters. It was a massive building of glass and shiny metal that gleamed in the sun. It was situated at the very heart of Saiya-jin city, the largest and most expensive city in the world. The bus drove to the bottom, which was reserved for executives only, and double parked, trapping 5 limos. The gang got out, refreshed from a good night's sleep and headed for the elevator. Matt and Angela got off at ground level, saying they were going out, and Vegeta, Pan and Axel continued up to the 200th floor.
'Is something wrong, Vegeta?' asked Pan, noting that he wasn't moping about having to sit through a meeting. He glanced at her with one eyebrow raised and shook his head.
'No. I'm feeling relaxed. It's because we got that stupid elevator music replaced with death metal. I feel like I could spend hours in here. Maybe even days...if you were here. With me. Alone and oxygen deprived,' he said suggestively.
'DAD! Don't......do that!' said Axel uncomfortably while shaking his hands at them.
'What?' said Vegeta with a smirk. 'This?' He put his hand on Pan's ass and she smiled sweetly at her son. Axel opened his mouth to protest, but nothing came out. 'Or maybe you mean.....this,' he raised his hand from her ass and placed it on her breast and squeezed. Axel blushed, put on a pouty face, crossed his arms and turned to face the wall.
'Vegeta! You've probably traumatized the boy!' scolded Pan with a barely suppressed laugh.
'Whatever,' answered the Saiya-jin prince as if his son's mental health was irrelevant.
The lift went ding and the doors opened. Axel sped out of the confined space and rushed to the window, passing Kakaratt, his twin sister on the way. She was given the feminine version of her great grandfather's Saiya-jin name. She was tall and thin, but with the natural muscle that came with Saiya-jin women. Her powerful cheekbones and sharp eyes and nose were framed by long spiky hair which looked like Vegeta's when cut, but had grown longer and arched down her back. Everything about her body screamed Saiya-jin warrior. Seeing the two of them next to their parents made it obvious that Axel was like his mother, and Kakaratt was like her father.
She was clad in leather boots, black and pink striped stockings that came up past her knees, leather skirt, tight black shirt and a blue denim jacket. She had burn-on tattoos, and piercings in her eyebrow, ears, lip and tongue. She wore no makeup.
Upon sighting her parents she stalked over to them. 'Where have you two been?' she said calmly, yet with irritation obvious. 'And why are you not in formal attire?' Pan and Vegeta were in their street wear. Boots, leather and everything not formal.
'Guess,' said her brother without turning from the window. Kakaratt sighed and rubbed her forehead.
'Again? Dad, you have kept a roomful of the top CEO's in the world waiting for a half hour. Do you have any idea how many "favors" I had to give my half brother to keep him here?' she said flatly. If her parents didn't know any better, they'd think she meant it. Fortunately, they did know her better. They did teach her everything she knew, after all. 'And mom. I know your hooked on dad, but if you keep slacking off your work, you'll get worse deals because the fat cats in there will lose what little respect they still have for you. As co-owner of the biggest and most powerful organization the world has ever known, you need to be more professional.' Vegeta scoffed.
'Somebody needs to get laid,' he said, referring to his daughter.
'I'm still tired after last night. I OD'ed again and can't remember how I got here this morning,' she said before turning tail and walking back to her desk across the room. Vegeta smiled at her.
'She always was my favourite brat.' Pan elbowed him.
'Oh, and dad?' she called from behind her desk. 'The Mafia called and invited you to attend a dinner at Vinnie's tonight. It may be an invite, but I'd say if your weren't who you are, you'd be dragged in by your balls. It's important,' she finished sweetly with a small grin.
'Ouch,' winced Vegeta in reply.
'One more thing, dad; the meeting?' she said, motioning to the big mahogany double doors with her head. Vegeta nodded and strode into the conference room. It was like any conference room: A long desk lined with big chairs, a white board and a TV screen to display things of importance, all surrounded by room height windows. The people at the conference were all rich and powerful CEO's dressed in normal formal attire. Pan waved at Trunks, who was representing Capsule Corp. He smiled and waved back, getting a few disapproving glances from the others. Pan and Vegeta walked to the end of the table where there were two chairs. Vegeta picked one up and threw it out into the reception area. He sat in the other one, had Pan sit on his lap, and got on with the meeting.
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Some time later, the meeting was still going on.
'So you see, Mr. Vegeta, we think that by working together, we can increase profits by 4%,' said a young woman representing one of the smaller multinational companies. Vegeta looked up from Pan's neck where he was paying attention to before and glared at her.
'Vegeta Enterprise's gross annual income has more digits that I have inches!' He got shocked and offended looks from most people. 'Well...almost,' he corrected himself with a cocky smirk. 'Why should I care about increasing that by 4%?'
'But sir, your talking about billions of zeni. Surely that much would make a difference?' Vegeta went oddly still and Pan squirmed. He leaned forward so that he was closer to her.
'What part of "I'm filthy stinking rich and I don't need any more fucking money" don't you understand? Maybe a few billion is a lot to you, but to me it's nothing. Now take your small company and fuck off,' he said mockingly. He drew back and rested his hand back on Pan's lap.
'B-but I'm with Microsoft!' she said, offended.
'Never heard of them. Next? Ah, my eldest son. What about CC?' Trunks, who was blushing, handed Vegeta a handheld computer with the specs of their past dealings on it.
'Nothing much to report, other than we've upgraded our research facilities, and...and...a....F-father!' He hissed in a hushed whisper. 'Pan!' Pan looked at him and smiled shyly, her face flushed. Her forehead was shiny with sweat and her hair clung to her face.
'Y-yeah?' replied Pan breathlessly. Trunks looked at her disapprovingly and sniffed the air for emphasis. Pan opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead she exhaled a breath she'd been holding, smiled blissfully and leaned back against Vegeta, who smirked and leered at his son, who was blushing furiously. Some of the other more observant people at the table blushed and/or shot Pan and Vegeta extremely dirty and/or offended looks.
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Hours later
The meeting was dragging on as normal. Pan was walking around the room and Vegeta was doing one-fingered hand-stand push-ups on the table.
'Mr. Vegeta!' Vegeta stopped in mid push-up and looked to see a gruff old man at the end of the table opposite Vegeta's chair. 'Your childish antics do not impress us! We have been here for hours enduring your abuse and sick humour and are tired of it! We have important business to attend to.' Vegeta sighed and flipped down so that he was in a crouching position.
'Listen to me, and listen good. All of you, with the exception of Trunks, demanded to see me and Pan in person. I hire people to do this stuff for me, and my daughter was here all summer taking meetings, except when she was doing drugs....never mind.' Vegeta put on a look that was a sheepish as any he'd ever put on. It was still fairly evil looking. 'I guess that explains it. I must apologize. Anyway, the bottom line is, my company makes its money through its own resources and through making weapons for the governments of the world. Understood?!' The man nodded.
'Good! Now, I'm hungry. I didn't have any breakfast before this meeting. Unless you can talk about something worthwhile......' complained Vegeta.
'Well.....we could order some Chinese food before continuing,' suggested a young blonde woman to the right of the man. Vegeta scampered across the table, grabbed her head between his hands and placed a loud kiss on her forehead.
'*That* was the only good suggestion I've heard all day!!' he declared loudly. 'In fact, I think Pan and I will go and get some. I'll get our receptionist to take orders. KAKARATT!!!!!' Kakaratt strode in with her notebook in hand and a joint in the other, having heard her father's idea from her desk. It took 15 minutes, but the orders were placed and Pan and Vegeta left. As soon as the doors closed Trunks spoke up.
'They're not coming back, are they, Kakaratt?' She looked at him with a pitying look and took a drag from her joint.
'No.' Trunks sighed stressfully.
'I should have known. Oh well......Hey Kakaratt, are you going to finish that?'
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I haven't asked for these in fucking ages, but please review! My dwindling reviews are making me feel bad *pouts*.
From now on, I think I'll try to reply to my reviews. I don't do it in my other fic because I feel my comments would make the fic seem less serious.
Sailor Bob: Don't worry, the drugs and sex and booze all come in very soon. (I've written as far as chapter 7. I was just debating whether I should post it or not.) I was just developing the plot and introducing Axel, who plays a big role. In this very chapter we see Trunks asking to puff the magic dragon, and then.....best not to spoil it. The big drugs don't come in till later. I'm just saving the best for last. And regardless, my humor is a certain type. Some people will find this fic funny, some won't. It depends on the person.
Just gonna mention this one more time. *If* you thought the prequel to this was "Risky" or "Stepping over the edge", then I think this fic isn't your cup of piss. On the other hand, if you thought it was too tame, you'll hopefully love this. There are lemons, bloody, horrible torture involving bondage, beating and biting (all part of the lemons) and every street drug I could name (sometimes used during/before/after the lemons).
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The bus pulled into the underground parking lot beneath Vegeta Enterprises' headquarters. It was a massive building of glass and shiny metal that gleamed in the sun. It was situated at the very heart of Saiya-jin city, the largest and most expensive city in the world. The bus drove to the bottom, which was reserved for executives only, and double parked, trapping 5 limos. The gang got out, refreshed from a good night's sleep and headed for the elevator. Matt and Angela got off at ground level, saying they were going out, and Vegeta, Pan and Axel continued up to the 200th floor.
'Is something wrong, Vegeta?' asked Pan, noting that he wasn't moping about having to sit through a meeting. He glanced at her with one eyebrow raised and shook his head.
'No. I'm feeling relaxed. It's because we got that stupid elevator music replaced with death metal. I feel like I could spend hours in here. Maybe even days...if you were here. With me. Alone and oxygen deprived,' he said suggestively.
'DAD! Don't......do that!' said Axel uncomfortably while shaking his hands at them.
'What?' said Vegeta with a smirk. 'This?' He put his hand on Pan's ass and she smiled sweetly at her son. Axel opened his mouth to protest, but nothing came out. 'Or maybe you mean.....this,' he raised his hand from her ass and placed it on her breast and squeezed. Axel blushed, put on a pouty face, crossed his arms and turned to face the wall.
'Vegeta! You've probably traumatized the boy!' scolded Pan with a barely suppressed laugh.
'Whatever,' answered the Saiya-jin prince as if his son's mental health was irrelevant.
The lift went ding and the doors opened. Axel sped out of the confined space and rushed to the window, passing Kakaratt, his twin sister on the way. She was given the feminine version of her great grandfather's Saiya-jin name. She was tall and thin, but with the natural muscle that came with Saiya-jin women. Her powerful cheekbones and sharp eyes and nose were framed by long spiky hair which looked like Vegeta's when cut, but had grown longer and arched down her back. Everything about her body screamed Saiya-jin warrior. Seeing the two of them next to their parents made it obvious that Axel was like his mother, and Kakaratt was like her father.
She was clad in leather boots, black and pink striped stockings that came up past her knees, leather skirt, tight black shirt and a blue denim jacket. She had burn-on tattoos, and piercings in her eyebrow, ears, lip and tongue. She wore no makeup.
Upon sighting her parents she stalked over to them. 'Where have you two been?' she said calmly, yet with irritation obvious. 'And why are you not in formal attire?' Pan and Vegeta were in their street wear. Boots, leather and everything not formal.
'Guess,' said her brother without turning from the window. Kakaratt sighed and rubbed her forehead.
'Again? Dad, you have kept a roomful of the top CEO's in the world waiting for a half hour. Do you have any idea how many "favors" I had to give my half brother to keep him here?' she said flatly. If her parents didn't know any better, they'd think she meant it. Fortunately, they did know her better. They did teach her everything she knew, after all. 'And mom. I know your hooked on dad, but if you keep slacking off your work, you'll get worse deals because the fat cats in there will lose what little respect they still have for you. As co-owner of the biggest and most powerful organization the world has ever known, you need to be more professional.' Vegeta scoffed.
'Somebody needs to get laid,' he said, referring to his daughter.
'I'm still tired after last night. I OD'ed again and can't remember how I got here this morning,' she said before turning tail and walking back to her desk across the room. Vegeta smiled at her.
'She always was my favourite brat.' Pan elbowed him.
'Oh, and dad?' she called from behind her desk. 'The Mafia called and invited you to attend a dinner at Vinnie's tonight. It may be an invite, but I'd say if your weren't who you are, you'd be dragged in by your balls. It's important,' she finished sweetly with a small grin.
'Ouch,' winced Vegeta in reply.
'One more thing, dad; the meeting?' she said, motioning to the big mahogany double doors with her head. Vegeta nodded and strode into the conference room. It was like any conference room: A long desk lined with big chairs, a white board and a TV screen to display things of importance, all surrounded by room height windows. The people at the conference were all rich and powerful CEO's dressed in normal formal attire. Pan waved at Trunks, who was representing Capsule Corp. He smiled and waved back, getting a few disapproving glances from the others. Pan and Vegeta walked to the end of the table where there were two chairs. Vegeta picked one up and threw it out into the reception area. He sat in the other one, had Pan sit on his lap, and got on with the meeting.
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Some time later, the meeting was still going on.
'So you see, Mr. Vegeta, we think that by working together, we can increase profits by 4%,' said a young woman representing one of the smaller multinational companies. Vegeta looked up from Pan's neck where he was paying attention to before and glared at her.
'Vegeta Enterprise's gross annual income has more digits that I have inches!' He got shocked and offended looks from most people. 'Well...almost,' he corrected himself with a cocky smirk. 'Why should I care about increasing that by 4%?'
'But sir, your talking about billions of zeni. Surely that much would make a difference?' Vegeta went oddly still and Pan squirmed. He leaned forward so that he was closer to her.
'What part of "I'm filthy stinking rich and I don't need any more fucking money" don't you understand? Maybe a few billion is a lot to you, but to me it's nothing. Now take your small company and fuck off,' he said mockingly. He drew back and rested his hand back on Pan's lap.
'B-but I'm with Microsoft!' she said, offended.
'Never heard of them. Next? Ah, my eldest son. What about CC?' Trunks, who was blushing, handed Vegeta a handheld computer with the specs of their past dealings on it.
'Nothing much to report, other than we've upgraded our research facilities, and...and...a....F-father!' He hissed in a hushed whisper. 'Pan!' Pan looked at him and smiled shyly, her face flushed. Her forehead was shiny with sweat and her hair clung to her face.
'Y-yeah?' replied Pan breathlessly. Trunks looked at her disapprovingly and sniffed the air for emphasis. Pan opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead she exhaled a breath she'd been holding, smiled blissfully and leaned back against Vegeta, who smirked and leered at his son, who was blushing furiously. Some of the other more observant people at the table blushed and/or shot Pan and Vegeta extremely dirty and/or offended looks.
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Hours later
The meeting was dragging on as normal. Pan was walking around the room and Vegeta was doing one-fingered hand-stand push-ups on the table.
'Mr. Vegeta!' Vegeta stopped in mid push-up and looked to see a gruff old man at the end of the table opposite Vegeta's chair. 'Your childish antics do not impress us! We have been here for hours enduring your abuse and sick humour and are tired of it! We have important business to attend to.' Vegeta sighed and flipped down so that he was in a crouching position.
'Listen to me, and listen good. All of you, with the exception of Trunks, demanded to see me and Pan in person. I hire people to do this stuff for me, and my daughter was here all summer taking meetings, except when she was doing drugs....never mind.' Vegeta put on a look that was a sheepish as any he'd ever put on. It was still fairly evil looking. 'I guess that explains it. I must apologize. Anyway, the bottom line is, my company makes its money through its own resources and through making weapons for the governments of the world. Understood?!' The man nodded.
'Good! Now, I'm hungry. I didn't have any breakfast before this meeting. Unless you can talk about something worthwhile......' complained Vegeta.
'Well.....we could order some Chinese food before continuing,' suggested a young blonde woman to the right of the man. Vegeta scampered across the table, grabbed her head between his hands and placed a loud kiss on her forehead.
'*That* was the only good suggestion I've heard all day!!' he declared loudly. 'In fact, I think Pan and I will go and get some. I'll get our receptionist to take orders. KAKARATT!!!!!' Kakaratt strode in with her notebook in hand and a joint in the other, having heard her father's idea from her desk. It took 15 minutes, but the orders were placed and Pan and Vegeta left. As soon as the doors closed Trunks spoke up.
'They're not coming back, are they, Kakaratt?' She looked at him with a pitying look and took a drag from her joint.
'No.' Trunks sighed stressfully.
'I should have known. Oh well......Hey Kakaratt, are you going to finish that?'
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I haven't asked for these in fucking ages, but please review! My dwindling reviews are making me feel bad *pouts*.