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Author's Note: I'm not writing yaoi! IM NOT WRITING YAOI! NO NO NO!
Love Chain
((Chapter 3: Stomach Problems))
"....Okay......" Trunks began - after about 10 minutes of just staring. "Tell me how I'm seeing this--No, No, wait, actually, tell me why I'm seeing this!"
Vegeta slowly crawled off Goku and put his pants on. "Boy...." He whispered. "If you dare.....to tell a sole about what you have just seen between me and Kakorot....I swear I will kill you.." Vegeta glared at him, his fist shaking.
Trunks looked down at the ground. He decided he wouldn't tell. He had his own reasons for not wanting to tell anyway. One was that he didn't want his father's relationship with him to be destroyed, and another was that this was something that he really just wanted to forget. He looked up at his father, "Dont' worry, dad...your 'secret relationship' with Goku is safe with me."
With that, Trunks left the room and closed the door behind him. "Ohh boy," He said holding his head. "I'm not gonna have good dreams tonight..."
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Vegeta walked over to a table and turned on a lamp, then turned to look at Goku. He was sitting up and fully dressed now and was tying one of his boot laces.
Goku looked up at Vegeta after he finished. "Vegeta..." He said quietly. He looked at a digital clock. It was almost midnight. "I have to go home now..."
Vegeta nodded, "Fine, go.."
Goku walked towards the door. Before he reached for the knob though, he walked back over to Vegeta and gave him one last kiss. "I'll see you soon....why don't we make it so we train everyday, but on Tuesdays, we...you know...?" He whispered.
Vegeta smirked. "That's fine with me..."
Goku smiled and left the room.
Vegeta sat down on a chair and looked around. His bed was soaked. Vegeta laughed a little, realizing that Goku was still covered in it.
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"Reading a book...?" Bulma arched an eye brow.
"Yeah....They were reading to each other!" Trunks lied.
"Hmm...that doesn't sound a bit like them, but oh well..." Bulma shruged.
"Hey guys, I'll see you later." Goku said as he walked through towards the front door.
"Bye Goku!" Trunks called.
Bulma blinked. "...Uh...See you.."
Goku smiled at them and then walked out - closing the door behind him.
"Trunks...?" Bulma asked.
Trunks looked at her. "Yeah, mom?"
"Is it just me, or was Goku's hair....wet?" Bulma blinked again.
Trunks sweatdropped. "Maybe he and Dad decided to play with gel?"
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Goku floated down on to his lawn and headed for his house. All the lights were out. Goku slowly creaked the front door open and sneeked in.
"Hm...ChiChi must've hit the sack..." Goku said to himself. Goku walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. "Aw man.." He said - his eyes widening. "I walked in front of Bulma looking like this! My hair is ruined! Errmm..." He looked around. "I guess I could just take a quick shower...ChiChi shouldn't mind.."
With that said, Goku walked over to the shower and turned it on. He quickly undressed himself and got in. Goku grabbed the bottle of shampoo and poured about 2/4 of the bottle in his hair. He then rinsed it out - rubbing his fingers through his wet hair. Goku sighed and he stood there. What a night...I had no idea Vegeta had thoughs feelings for me... He thought with a grin. I'm happy he did though...I really do love 'em...I can't wait 'till next Tuesday!
Goku stepped out of the shower and dried off. Goku rapped the towel around his waist and walked into the bed room. He put on some boxers and sat down on the bed. ChiChi was asleep. Goku smiled warmly at her and kissed her forehead. He then pulled the covers over him and went to sleep with her.
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((Author'sNote/Narrator: Vegeta and Goku had been 'going out' for a while now. They got so attached that they changed the Tuesday thing to and every other day thing! But there are some flaws to this relationship...ChiChi is noticing how Goku and her seem to be getting a bit more distant, Gohan notices that aswell. Same with Bulma. Trunks has tried to forget about what he saw that one night, but just cannot forget. As if that's not enough havoc for the two saiyans, Goku's life is about to get much, much, much wose...))
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Vegeta practically fell off the couch. "And you think that's MY fault woman!? Bah! He's probably got al--..............................................................................................Weeks?.......................We spar, he ends up eating----....................................I DO NOT COOK!......................................I don't know what that Onna put's in the food!!!..........................................Get Kakorot on the phone then!....................Tell him to come out then.............................Locked?!..........................Tell the brat to bribe him!!..............................Trick him into thinking baldy's over!................................Gah! I don't care anymore! I'll see him later anyway!.............................................Grrr! Baka! Don't---- GRR!!" Vegeta slammed down the phone. "Damn Onna...."
"Hey, dad? What's up?" Trunks asked as he set a plate of waffles in front of Vegeta and himself.
"Kakorot's woman thinks I gave Kakorot a disease..." Vegeta grumbled.
"Why?" Trunks asked - arching a brow.
"I don't really know...She was yelling to much to understand....Something about a bathroom I think.." Vegeta suggested sticking the fork in his mouth.
"..Hm...Are you going to go over and see him?" Trunks smirked.
Vegeta glared at Trunks, "Boy...you better shut your hole before I shut it for you.." He threatened.
Trunks gulped. "R-Right..."
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"DAD! ARE YOU ALMOST--"
"Bluuuaaggghhh!!!"
"..........I'll take that as a no......" Gohan said - a sweatdrop forming. He tapped his foot and looked around. "Erm...I really gotta go though...It's not fair...he's been in there for two hours straight! Augh..He does this every morning now too... I don't know if I can hold it in any longer...!!" Gohan whined.
"Bluuuaaggghhh!!!"
Gohan's eyes widened. "MMMOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!"
ChiChi ran up to the door and knocked on it. "Sweetheart, please come out now! If your not feeling well, just come out and let me take a look at you!!" She called.
"No, ChiChi! I'm okay, rea--bbbblllllllleeehhhh!!!!"
".........Mommy? Can I call 911 now?" Gohan asked.
"Gohan!" ChiChi scolded.
"Sorry.." He mumbled looking at the floor.
Finally, after about another half an hour, Goku came out of the bathroom. His face was pale and sweaty and he was wobbling around as if he was going to collapse and never get up again. ChiChi didn't notice Goku until he dropped on the couch and panted.
"Goku!" She yelled as she ran over to him. "Aw, sweety! You look horrible!" She cried hugging him.
Goku held his stomach, "I don't know what's wrong...Every morning it's the same...." He mumbled quietly.
"That's it!" ChiChi said, standing up. "I'm calling the Doctor!"
"What!? Noo!! ChiChi! Really! You don't need to do that!!" Goku yelled - trying to pull himself off the couch. Goku stood up and grabbed ChiChi's arm. He smiled weakly - a large sweatdrop running down the side of his cheek - and said, "It's alright, honey, I'm going to be fine..."
ChiChi stared at him for a few seconds and then finally gave in with a sigh. "Alright, you big lummox. Sit down and maybe there's some medicine I can give you instead."
Goku smiled. "Ah! Thanks, ChiChi!" He said, hugging her tight.
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Author'sNote:...........................There.......................................If you dont know why his stomach hurts..............-.- well i cant tell ya....buh its pretty obvious......when ya think bout' it.....once again....I AM NOT WRITTING YIAO!!!..-=bows=- thank you....-.-'