Author: Renegade Phoenix
E-Mail: renegadephoenix@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Warning: YAOI, Shounen Ai, violence, language
Pairing(s): Gohan/Vegeta, Goku/Chi-Chi, Yamcha/Bulma, Gohan + Videl
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nothing!
Author's Notes: As I've said before this fic came about because of a conversation SLH and I had over AIM. It kind of grew from there. And now my trolls seem to be waffling from this fic and my Gundam Wing fics. Anyway…enjoy and as always please give feedback. It pacifies the trolls and makes them more receptive to not hurting me, which is a good thing!!
Author's Notes 2.0: Thanks SLH for looking this chapter over and telling me where I could improve it and make it better.
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Chapter Three: Ego, Ego, Who's got an Ego?
Vegeta thought that the fact that they all were trying to keep something from him about was bothersome, but right now he had other concerns at the moment; mainly as to finding out where his scouter was. "Well, now that we all know each other and acting all nicey-nice, can I have my fucking scouter back now?"
"Ano…I don't think that's a good idea at the moment," said Gohan. The tall boy smiled slightly sheepishly and placed a hand behind his head. It was an unconscious gesture that was much like something that his father would have done.
"And why the fuck not? It's my Kami-damned scouter!!"
"Watch your fucking mouth, kid," said Yamcha, getting annoyed with the short teen's surly attitude. The "kid" had insulted him, Bulma, and pretty much everyone else and he had just woken up not that long ago.
If glares held the power of death, both Yamcha and Gohan would have been dead, buried, and rotting. "WHY. NOT," asked the saiya-jin, his teeth gritted and his tail twitching angrily behind him. //Kami! Why can't they just give me my damn scouter? Why do they have to keep pussy footing around?!//
This time it was Bulma who answered. "Because it's in pieces in the moment, I'm studying it."
"BAKAYAROU," screamed Vegeta, his aura flaring dangerously. A wind snapped around the occupants in the room blowing their hair around as his ki took on an almost living nature. The teen's face was dark and contorted with rage. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!"
"Calm down, Vegeta. There's no reason to be upset," said Gohan, raising his hands in a pacifying gesture. Goku nodded in agreement to his son's words, though the elder saiya-jin tensed in preparation for a possible fight.
"Yes there is you dull-witted twit! That was the only way I could tell how long I've been in cryo-sleep! Not to mention to be able to determine your damned power levels! I'm not going to leave myself open for an attack because of it."
Gohan once again tried to pacify the short saiya-jin. "You don't need to worry about us attacking you; we wouldn't do such a thing unless you gave us a reason for it." The older teen looked as if he was about to say more but Bulma beat him to it.
"Cryo-sleep? You mean you have no idea how long you've been drifting in space under the influences of cryo-stasis," said Bulma, the gears in her head beginning to turn at an alarming rate.
"That's right, onna. Now fix my damned scouter, if you're puny brain can handle putting something that complicated back together and you better to pray to whatever gods you believe in that you didn't fuck up my data. And you had better pray that you haven't." //Because I need to find out how long I've been out; I don't like not knowing shit like that, it makes me nervous. Besides, these people are getting on my nerves something fierce!!//
Bulma's bright blue eyes flashed in anger; she was really starting to get sick of the kid's attitude. He had no right to treat them with disrespect, especially her! Hell, she was famous, rich, beautiful, and a genius! "You little shit! Do you have any idea who I am?!"
The Saiya-jin no Ouji rolled his obsidian eyes and said, "No." Everyone could hear the unspoken "and I don't care" added to the end of the short statement. "I'm from space, how the hell am I supposed to know?"
"He's got you there, Bulma-san," said Gohan, as always the peace-maker. "No one outside of Chikyuu knows about Capsule Corps and you."
"Still, you'd think that he'd be a little more grateful for the fact that we saved his worthless life."
"Don't. Call. Me. Worthless," growled Vegeta, something sensitive being hit within him. Years of being called that while despicable things were being done to him made him sensitive to the words. "I'm. Not. Worthless."
"Quite right, ouji-sama," purred a smooth voice from the shadows of the doorway. "You are far from being worthless."
Vegeta's head snapped up in surprise and no small amount of shock. His face paled to a ghostly white as he saw who it was as well as how much the other man had changed. "NANI?!?!?!"
The small teen swayed slightly for a few seconds as the shock ran rampant through his already over-taxed system. "No," he whispered, suddenly looking like what he was, a young man in a situation that he had absolutely no control over. "This can't be…How long was I under? By all the Gods of Vegeta-sei, how long was I under?!"