James slurped his milkshake up through the straw noisily, stopping only to press his hand against his eyeball and proclaiming feebly, "Brain freeze…" Jesse looked up from her magazine and huffed. She reached for a chip and popped it into her mouth and mumbled between chewing, "Where… is that… git, anyway?" Meowth joined them at their table outside the 'Café Noir'. Normally they ate indoors in such places but the day was cool and a scent of honeysuckle was carried to them from a house up the street and they wished to savour it before the ever-oppressive Prince Vegeta came back to join James. Jesse had little hope of that. She knew of the Vegeta-type. Her life had been full of them. And she didn't want James to be with someone else. He was all hers. If not in a romantic sense, then at least she could trap him within Team Rocket. But James was sat there playing with the salt and acting like a giddy schoolgirl in love for the first time. Meowth stole one of her chips and said, "He said dat he'd meet uz 'ere at 12."
"Men never keep promises."
"I dunno. Beji-kun is very proud. He'd keep a promise I reckon."
"Stop using random Japanese. You're white, fool," Jesse said.
"Baka!" he corrected her. She rolled her eyes and inquired as to what their plan of action was. "What do you mean?" he asked. She poked his chest. "Where will you live, idiot? You have no money and I assume you plan to leave Team Rocket to go live with that… thing."
"Saiya-jin." James pushed her finger away calmly and finished his milkshake. "Justina said we could live with her."
"Crazy-ass fan-girl…"
"Yeah but she's got big hoo-" Meowth was interrupted by the Flying Fist O' Jesse. "Mine are better!" she snapped. James ignored them. Vegeta was hovering above them and James' eyes sparkled with joy. "VEGETA!!!" he squealed, jumping up from his chair and beckoning him down. He remained in the air but came down a few feet so that they were within hearing range. "I had to go see a… friend. I'm heading over to Justina's place. You can follow in that air contraption of yours. I'll go slowly."
"But don't you want to carry me, honey-bunny?"
"Oh for the love of…"
James snuggled against Vegeta's chest as they flew slowly with the Meowth balloon in pursuit. The pace was exceedingly tedious for Vegeta and James fidgeted a lot. He was glad when he spotted the house. Located at the side of an empty valley with a small river flowing through, it was quite picturesque. The house itself looked far too modern and synthetic for the pretty surroundings. The ground floor was rounded with two doors and windows. The windows were rounded and it looked rather like a Capsule Corporation home. But the top floor was square and looked rather like a badly constructed tree house in comparison with the smooth sleek floor below. The windows up there were rectangular and the roof was only slightly curved to allow rainwater to fall away. There was no guttering and James wondered how they were going to go to the loo and if there were any taps inside. But he'd ask later. A figure burst out of the main door and jumped onto him before he had a chance to get down from Vegeta's arms. "Kawaii bishounen Kojiro-kun!" I shrieked, nuzzling against his chest.
"Wai wai bishoujo-chan!" he replied and we danced around each other in glee. Vegeta watched with his left eyebrow twitching in confusion and Jesse seemed seconds away from reaching for one of their company guns and shooting us. Meowth patted Vegeta on the back of his leg. "Youse… are a brave goi." He grumbled something back that sounded pretty unsavoury. Jesse scowled and dragged Meowth into the balloon and without so much as a wave goodbye, took off into the sky. "Awww," James whined. I patted him on the shoulder and promised him he could plait my hair. He cheered up at that and followed me into the house. Vegeta remained where he was. "What kind of egotistical dumbass writes themselves into their own fic?"
"I heard that," I shouted out of the window.
"You fucking WROTE it!" he snapped back. I leaned out of the window. "I'm just narrating our lives."
"Well stop writing your parts as a POV. It's annoying." Justina sighed and complied. She had to keep the Saiya-jin Prince happy.
Luckily for you, Justina was hardly ever around. She worked around the clock to earn the money to feed the two gluttonous men and whenever she was at home she was usually on her precious computer or trying to figure out a way to film Vegeta and James 'getting it on' without their knowing. Vegeta trained almost non-stop; his only breaks were for food, sleep and James. And James… well, he did absolutely nothing. No one seemed to mind and he enjoyed not having to traipse around after Pokémon or begging the boss not to fire him anymore. Right at this moment, he was enjoying a show called 'All My Pokémon'. Jigglypuff just told Tyranitar that he wasn't the father of little Pichu. It was getting pretty juicy. "It's got to be Houndour! She's had the hots for him ever since he came out of his coma," he said out loud.
"Hn." James turned around to see Vegeta scowling at the TV. "Pathetic really. Television is only for those with no life. Living can be much more interesting than any show."
James grinned, "Well sure if you can fly and visit alien planets and stuff."
"No-ones stopping you." Vegeta uncrossed his arms and snatched up an apple from the bowl on the coffee table. "The fan-girl can teach you to fly. She learnt by copying me." James clapped in delight. Then realised… "But I'm afraid of heights!" he grinned sheepishly. Vegeta's left eyebrow twitched. A frequent occurrence, brought on by the squealing boy and the mood-swinging otaku. He pinched the bridge of his nose and growled, "I'm going to go train some more." James let him go. He felt a little annoyed that Vegeta hadn't offered to teach him how to fly himself. No matter, he thought. He looked back at the TV. The 'All My Pokémon' credits were rolling. "DAMN YOU VEGETA!!!"
As in any yaoi fan fiction, there must be a soppy show of emotions between the two lovers. Good thing this isn't any yaoi fan fiction! We join our two favourite homo-sexy-als sat together upon a scenic cliff-top overlooking the sea. James snuggled up to Vegeta in his usual blatant show of affection and Vegeta looked around in a feverish attempt to check no one he knew was watching. In fact, if anything was watching. "Veggie-chan, you've got to relax more. You'll have a heart attack before your time."
Vegeta grumbled, "I AM relaxed." James snuggled closer. "Nope I can hear your heart going buh-dum buh-dum buh-dum really fast." Vegeta rolled his eyes. Every time they were alone James had to turn it into a lovey-dovey pow-wow. "Can we go back now? I want to train."
"Awww all you ever do is train," he whined. Vegeta frowned slightly then looked around carefully. "Listen," he murmured. "I'm training because I sensed a powerful ki a few months ago. It's headed for earth."
"Ooooooooohe! You get to save earth without that Goku guy spoiling it?" he wriggled in excitement.
Vegeta grabbed his arm and yelled at James, "This isn't a game, we could all die if this person is stronger than me. I mean… I highly doubt it, but I've learnt not to underestimate my enemy. And we have no Dragonballs so if anyone dies, that's it. They're gone." James blinked. "I'm too pretty to die," he whimpered. Vegeta sighed. "I'm going to go train now."
"For how long?"
"Hn… a month maybe. I'll be somewhere around mid-Asia if you need me." Suddenly, he stood up and flew away. James, powerless, watched him go. He clutched his hand and looked at it sadly. "A month? You are going to be SO sore…"
