My Happy Ending

By: KaKaVegeGurl

Author's Note:

Way over a year, ugh!

I really need to learn to update my fics at a reasonable pace. This is getting ridiculous.

A lot of my fics will hopefully be coming to ends soon though, which is a good thing cuz that means that I'll have more time to werk on the longer, more in depth, ones, such as this one, this one will be here fer a while more.

We still have such a long way to go with this one, and I'm so sorry fer the wait. I hope to get more out there sooner.

Thank you all fer waiting. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, have a nice steaming cup of yaoi!

KaKaVegeGurl

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, unfortunately. XD Nor do I own the song 'My Happy Ending' by Avril Lavigne.

Side Notes:

None

To The Reviewers:

To Chrissi "I try to get different stuff out there, it's always fun reading stuff that hasn't yet been done. Hope yer still reading. Thank you fer the review!!"

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Chapter IV - Next Door Neighbors

Vegeta placed the bandana across his head snugly, he rolled his eyes at the pounding coming from his bedroom door, which he could swear was on the verge of swinging off it's hinges at any moment. He pulled on his socks and sneakers and picked up his book bag, he moved to the door and yanked it open finally, "You paying this time? Because I really don't do freebies. Don't want the men thinking they can get a fuck whenever they want to."

Vegeta Senior sneered down at him angrily and grabbed his wrist, pulling him out into the hallway, "Cute, really cute, now cut the shit, brat."

"What shit?" The Prince said lightly, his eyes widening in amusement, "Call me 'Prince Vegeta', and I'm shit free."

His father growled down at him and pushed him close against the wall beside his bedroom door, "Who did I just get off the phone with?"

Vegeta glared up at the man above him, he winced however at the pressure around his already bruised wrist, "I don't know, that whore of your's you work with? Old man."

"Your teacher!" Vegeta Senior shouted, tightening his hold on the Prince's wrist and pushing against him more, "Stop getting smart with me, young man, or you will be floored. Why have you been cutting classes?"

"Good sex, I suppose." The Prince said, pushing his father's buttons in a rhythmic melody, "I just can't find school work more important then that, it's not often you come across a good lay that's free. But you already know that don't you."

He barely had time to close his mouth before his father pulled back from him and hit him hard with his left fist.

Everything was spinning, the side of his face was screaming red as his lip made good friends with his unclosed bedroom door and the rest of his body crashed to the floor hard with and overly large thud. Black and red blotches played out before his eyes.

He got up fast, his head felt as if it was splitting open, as if a volcano was exploding over his scalp or an earth quake was spreading throughout his brain. He pushed past Vegeta Senior with his back pack being held tightly in his right hand, he rushed to the door and swung it open, just taking a step over the threshold before he was yanked back in.

"Let me the fuck go, you old bastard!"

His wrist was held tightly in his father's grasp and he tried to shake free.

"You will show me some respect!" His father spat into his face.

Vegeta gasped and moved to get away once more before he was thrown to the ground and he felt large hands close over his neck, "Get off of me!"

Goku looked up from the book he was reading, just across the lawn he saw the door of Vegeta's house sitting open, he heard shouting coming from inside. He shut his book hesitantly and watched as finally, Vegeta emerged, slamming the door to the house and jogging out to the bus stop.

Goku watched him in silence.

The Prince cradled his wrist in his other hand, he cleared his throat and sucked on his lip in silence.

The silence flooded over the for about five more minutes before Goku could suppress it no longer.

"Does your father beat you?"

Vegeta froze at Goku's forwardness and turn to look at him, he glared sternly, "That's none of your business, Kakarrot."

Goku nodded in understanding and looked down at Vegeta's wrist, "Well no, it really isn't. But that's what is looks like to me. You're not that secretive about it are you?"

"I've never really had a nosy neighbor before, at least none my age," Vegeta said through tight jaws, he looked away as the bus turned the corner to them, "Besides... It's kind of a long story Kakarrot, I don't want to get into it. It's personal."

Goku nodded once more as the bus pulled up to them, "Alright suit yourself. But I'm here if you need anyone to talk to."

Goten had been pestering Goku all day it seemed, and he'd moved outside to get his homework done.

He climbed up into the only tree in the yard, sitting Indian style, he opened his books and began to do his math homework.

He'd only finished a few questions when the wind picked up, he closed the book quickly to keep all of the papers from flying away.

"Just my luck, the only windy day in three weeks, here I am, outside, trying to do my homework." He mumbled, his eyes looked up, over to the neighbor's house; Vegeta's house, and froze. His eyes traveled up to the open window on the second floor and he gasped, his eyes widened as a very naked, very oblivious Vegeta stared into a mirror on the wall.

Vegeta stood, back hunched over, a thin trail running down the middle of his stomach, down to his loins. His thin frame was tan and bronzed, shining almost angelic in the light of the sun. His hair bounced anti-gravity like, red, above his head. He stared intently into the mirror, eyebrows drawn together in thought. His legs were bent just lightly at the knees.

Goku stared for just a moment before the wind picked up once more, throwing off his balance and he fell from the tree, backwards, legs flying over his head in a full back flip.

He landed with a loud, "Kame, ameya!" He legs were bent at the knees, wide spread. He'd landed on his feet, his books held back in his hands, against his right side.

Goku looked around and then back up to Vegeta's window, he hadn't even noticed the shouting from his own neighbor's yard, "Whew."

"That was close."

"You saw him naked?"

Goku nodded and blushed red, "He has a nice body."

Yamcha patted Goku on the back and smiled widely, the walked down the road from Orange Star Highschool, "Well I figured that much, he doesn't walk around naked but he does leave little to the imagination."

"Yamcha..." Goku thought for a moment before speaking in an almost whisper, "Do you know a guy named Cell?"

Yamcha stopped walking and looked back at Goku in a slight confusion, but a more worried expression could be seen as well, "Cell? Why do you ask?"

Goku frowned at the way Yamcha had reacted, "It's just that... He told me a few things and I wanted to know if they were true, I mean... He seems to know a lot about Vegeta."

The scarred Saiyan nodded in an unusual way, he put his hands in his pockets before he spoke again, "Well yeah. Didn't you know? Cell was Vegeta's old boyfriend, though... They don't like each other so much anymore."

"What?!" Goku's eyes widened in shock, he stopped walking immediately and stared at the Saiyan in front of him, "Cell was Vegeta's... Boyfriend?"

Yamcha nodded and laughed wholly, "I'm surprised he didn't tell you. He seems a bit taken by you. Eventually it should've-"

"Taken by me?" Goku asked cluelessly, "Vegeta?"

"Well yes, I'm not talking about anyone else now am I?"

Goku sighed and rubbed his head, "That's not right though. Vegeta can't like me."

"And why not?" Yamcha asked with a raised brow, "You saw him naked, you know what you're missing out on." He paused and thought for a second before frowning almost in an angry way, "Oh, don't tell me you're... Straight?"

Goku shook his head in response, he straightened his shirt, "N-No it's nothing like that. I've no problem with the same sex, no problem at all. It's... More complicated then that."

Yamcha nodded in understanding, "I see, care to spill?"

"Not to you." Goku said passively.

Vegeta glared down at the school grounds, he rested his hands on the railing and peered down four stories of classes to the roads below them, "You know, I'm beginning to think that his mere existence in this town complicates things."

Piccolo smiled softly, pushing his long blond hair out of his eyes and walked up to the Prince, wrapping his arms around the Saiyan's waist, "And what makes you think that that is such a bad thing?"

"I had just moved on from you," Vegeta breathed out in frustration, he leaned back and rested his head on Piccolo's shoulder, "I had it all planned out. I wasn't ready for this, I'm still not ready for it. Why did he have to move here of all places? I had everything ready, and then HE came along and... Screwed it all up! He had to know everything. And now he's butting into things that he has no right butting into."

Piccolo pulled away and stared down at the back of Vegeta's head, "Things he has no right butting into?" He repeated Vegeta, "You mean your father?"

Vegeta nodded silently, his shoulders shook in anger.

"About what your father has been putting you through..." Piccolo glared at the ground, he walked up to Vegeta's side and stared out across the grounds as well, "Vegeta, that could be bad for you. Have you told Goku yet?"

"No, I can't tell him what that bastard has been doing to me." Vegeta said in a huff, though it was a response that seemed more forced then anything, as if the Prince was trying to convince himself of it as he told Piccolo, "You know how hard it was for me to tell you, you remember. And you were my boyfriend. Kakarrot's-"

"Vegeta you can't keep letting your feelings do this to you, you can't let your father do this," Piccolo turned Vegeta to look at him, "Goku... Goku is a problem. He's stressing you out. Who do you keep turning to for something to tune things out when they get too loud? I can't keep doing this for you. It's not fair to either of us."

Vegeta growled and looked away from Piccolo, "Sometimes you remind me of my father."

"And you have sex with your father?" Piccolo asked with a raised brow, "Vegeta, you are going to wear yourself out if you keep doing this. You're not immortal or anything, you could-"

"I am immortal," Vegeta turned, shouting at him, "What other explanation is there for that fall? I should have died, but I didn't."

"Vegeta."

The Prince shook his head and pulled the dark haired man to him, "Blind me for an hour or two?"

Piccolo looked down at him, he had been ready before to resist the Saiyan this time, but looking down into his eyes now made him forget that he'd ever chosen to put him down, "Vegeta..."

Vegeta pulled Piccolo down, merging their lips together.

The man above him sighed in an almost annoyance, "Why can't I say no to you?"

"Because I'm cute?"

Ending Notes:

I'm glad I got that out! Whew, it's totally almost 10, I gtg. Shower and sleep, werk tomorrow, hope you all enjoyed it! Thank you!

Review please and I'll try to get the next chapter out asap! Sleep well everyone!

KaKaVegeGurl