Omega Weapon:
WHEN GOKU AND VEGETA ARE FINALLY GONNA SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN!? PLEASE UPDATE! I'LL DIE IF YOU DON'T!
Now, that, everybody, is what gets a writer going.
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Chapter Ten: The actual birthday party"Come on, Namek! Let's go!"
"Hold onto your spandex, Vegeta!"
I'm standing at the door, dressed for Trunks' fancy dress party. I'm going as Dracula. I've even extended my fangs. I have the perfect suit, with a black cape, with a red layer underneath. The theme is Come as You Were, a reincarnation party. I have no clue what outfit Piccolo is conjuring up for himself. He materialised this one for me.
"I'm sure Gohan will love you, no matter what you wear."
"Goku would enjoy taking that suit off you, I'm sure."
His door finally opens, and I can't help laughing.
"Man, you look wicked."
"Thanks."
It's not every day that you see a seven-foot Namek dressed from head to toe in tight red leather, pointy tail and devil horns included. The collar is high enough to reach up to his ears, and his sleeves end in gloves, with claws. He even has a pitchfork, and I'm impressed.
"Gohan's going to have trouble peeling you out of that."
"It'll be good foreplay."
"As long as I'm not around when he unwraps you. Now, let's go. We're late."
It feels so weird to see everyone dressed up. I grinned when I saw Gohan. He came as an angel. Him and Piccolo matched perfectly. Bulma was taking photos, and I ensured that she got lots of those two. Goten and Trunks also came as a matching couple. They came as Mafia dons, dressed in slick suits, with money stuffed in their pockets. I wondered what Kakarot would have looked like in a vampire suit. He should come as an angel, or a martyr. Mr Satan came as a Hells Angel biker, while Buu came as a piece of candy. Bulma did the Marilyn Monroe look, and it suited her. Piccolo disappeared with Gohan, and I smiled sadly. I wish I could disappear with Kakarot. In a corner, I see Goten and Bulma plotting something. I don't even want to know what it is. I just hope it doesn't involve me.
"Hey, birthday cake!" yells Trunks, as a massive cake is wheeled in, about a metre high, made to look like a giant dragonball. But, it's got twenty-one stars instead of the usual four of five. On the top, the words "Best Wishes for Trunks" were drawn in red icing. Bulma leads off the singing, which is not as enthusiastic as she'd like it to be. Piccolo nudges me.
"Sing, Vegeta."
"I can't, and neither can you."
As Trunks is about to blow out the candles, the cake exploded, showering everyone in chunks of chocolate. Goten burst out of the middle, and grinned.
"Happy birthday, Purple!'
And right there, in front of the whole crowd, Goten held trunks by the shoulders, and kissed him in a manner best left for the bedroom. There was silence, but a cheer went up from Piccolo, Gohan, myself and Bulma, and eventually everyone was clapping, as Trunks wrapped his arms around Goten's neck. I saw Gohan and Piccolo giving each other a meaningful look, and I sighed.
I wish Kakarot were here. But I wouldn't have had the courage to jump out of a cake and kiss him. But, at least I can say our sons are happy. And I've never seen the Namek smile so much.
"Shake that ass, Vegeta!" Bulma laughs, as the two of us dance. The two of us have always been a great dancing pair. But, it doesn't help that I'm slightly tipsy. I twirl her around, and we do a very slick tango. The others are on the dance floor, and I nearly ram into Goten, who's busy swirling about with Trunks. But, it was Goten's fault.
"Hey, dad, where did you learn to dance?" Trunks asks, as we move past them.
"Your mother bribed me to go to dancing lessons, way back when you were about two."
Bulma laughs, as she winks at Trunks.
"He's got great rhythm, and a nice ass too."
"Hey, I heard that!"
"You were supposed to. A girl is allowed to appreciate, isn't she?"
"I guess so." I grin, as I bend Bulma backwards. I always have fun with her, she's a great friend. We get along better as friends than when we were married. Yamcha asks if he could dance with her, and I graciously allow him to. I whisper something in her ear, as I leave. She giggles, and I weave my way off the dance floor, and make my way to the snacks where I bump into Gohan and Piccolo.
"What did you whisper to Bulma?" asks Gohan.
"Nothing much. I just told her to take Yamcha down. I think they should get hooked up again. I kinda destroyed that relationship years ago, and Yamcha's never quite forgiven me."
"How much have you had to drink, Vegeta?"
I think for a second.
"Not much. A couple of vodka and lime shooters, and some wine, and some tequila from Goten, and some Jack Daniel's, and, er, I forget the rest."
"I thought as much. Your eyes aren't quite focused properly, you're walking really skew and you're doing the tango with Bulma."
"But I feel great! I feel fantastic! I feel…"
I clasp a hand over my mouth, as I gag.
"I feel sick." I say into my hand. Piccolo and Gohan decide to escort me to the side of the ship, and politely ignore me puking over the edge.
"Come, Vegeta. I think you should lie down." Says Piccolo, gently steering me to our cabin, Gohan following behind.
"I think it's a good idea. Lead the way." I say.
"I can't believe that you jumped out of that cake and kissed me like that."
"I thought it was about time that everyone knew. I wonder where my mother is, I haven't seen her since dinner last night."
"Maybe she fell overboard."
"Don't get my hopes up. She's probably too tired from fucking that dude."
"Oh, well. At least my folks are okay with it."
Trunks rested his head on Goten's shoulder, as they looked at the moon-kissed water.
"This was the best birthday ever."