Tension was felt though the air as the King laid his eyes on the low class warrior by the name of Kakarot. His eyes raced from corner to corner of his bed, noticing nothing.
"So . . . he isn't here." the king scoffed as Goku gulped, his eyes closed as if he were sleeping.
The king must have heard Vegeta's moan if he were to lay eyes on his bed in the first place. The low class smiled inwardly as he got an idea. As soon as the king threw back the covers onto the bigger warrior, Goku twirled around and moaned, hoping his highness would take the bait. Thankfully, he did.
"So, it was him after all, huh?" the king looked down at the low class, as he crossed his arms and sniffed up an aroma. It was a sweet, hypnotizing aroma . . . only those that understood how saiyan mating went along could pick it up . . . and it was coming from Goku! The king's eyes flicked wide as he laid eyes on the saiyan in front of him.
"That aroma . . . from such a low class? And in this time of day -! No . . . " the king growled as it hit him. Now his face displayed no happiness, but now pure hate for the one before him. He wanted to take that puny low class into his hands and kill him! How dare he think that he would take his son from him! Such ignominy!
Vegeta breathed heavily as he peeked from a crack behind the bathroom door. He didn't like the atmosphere that covered his lover and his dad. He had to do something, but what? The prince tried thinking of something, but the fact that his dad was so close to Goku, he knew what was bound to happen . . . knowing his dad, he would kill the one he loved!
Not being able to think straight because of the damn rigidity atmosphere, the small saiyan slammed the bathroom door open to catch his dad's attention. The king looked over at his son, which now yawned and displayed a sleepy face.
"Father . . . ? Why are you here?" the prince yawned as he stretched.
The king's eyes stood with his son, but mind with the low class saiyan.
"I felt a rather weird atmosphere in here, and noises."
"Father . . . you know I don't like you interrupting me during this time of day . . . or should I say night."
"I just had to! You know how much I worry about you!"
"Father, I am partially a grown up now. You have nothing to worry about! What is there to worry about?"
"This son!"
The king frowned and pointed to the low class which was "sleeping".
"Do you mind telling me why I smell 'fuck me' perfume?!"
Vegeta's eyes widened, knowing exactly what his father meant, "SHIT!"
The young saiyan looked up at his father, then at his feet. One of them tapped against the floor. Vegeta gupled, this wasn't a good sign from his father . . . and the bad thing is that he couldn't buy himself some time to think this through.
"I'm waiting . . . " the older saiyan yelled as Vegeta then snapped and got an idea.
"Ah! It must be the potpourri he decided to drown himself in . . . either that or he is having perverted dreams . . . you know how us male saiyans are." Vegeta lied.
"Hmm . . . " King Vegeta looked at his son as his foot glued back to the ground.
"Father?"
"Sorry for being insecure . . . I'm just worried about you, that's all."
Vegeta smiled, "I understand father."
King Vegeta nodded, a slight smile showing, "Well . . . good night my son."
Vegeta yawned again, "Night dad."
The king then closed the door and locked it back in place as he walked off.
"Maybe I shouldn't worry much about him . . . but what bothers me is that damn third class saiyan!" he thought.
Vegeta sighed as he smiled and approached Goku's bed, no sign of his father being around now.
"Damn . . . that was a close one, wasn't it Kakarot?"
Vegeta chuckled as he pulled down the covers on top of Goku. The prince's smile then disappeared as he saw Goku's bed empty . . . no sign of a saiyan near it.
Vegeta's heart dropped cold as he looked around, "Kakarot?"
There was then a black figure behind Vegeta, with a frown engraved in it's face.
"Vegeta, how dare you lie to your father like that." the figure growled as Vegeta froze up.
"Father?!"