This Means War

Fifty days and not a single call from him, I should be happy but I'm not, why am I so worried about Mr. Son not calling, he clearly got the picture that me and Broly are now dating, and it is going nicely. I will now stop writing in you because I have a life now with a really nice guy. But I still can't stop looking at my phone hoping his name would appear and his personal ringtone would sound, gross I'm such a cheeky guy now it pisses me off.

Vegeta closes the journal and sighs, fifty, long, boring days, it was a bit of a relief since he didn't have someone toy with his body, he was used to being naked now, since it was the only way Kakarot would want him, so he sat on Broly's bed and waited for his lover to come home.

"Vegeta, you here?"

"In your room."

Broly enters and sees a naked Vegeta sitting on the center of his bed, he watches him kneel and press his elbows onto the mattress leaving his ass in the air, a small smile on his lips, both after many times fall into their desires, Vegeta noticed something after their roll, that every time he had sex with Broly…he closed his eyes and imagined another man.

The days passed and Vegeta's phone rang in the middle of the night, it was him, it was Kakarot, feeling like he tried to swallow a giant pill he pressed the reject button, he looked over at his sleeping boyfriend and smiles, he couldn't betray him, what did Kakarot call him for?

"Oh no."

Bulma pops her head in his cubicle "what's wrong?"

"It's him again!"

"Mr. Son?" She sits next to him and takes his phone "how many times has he called you?"

"Every day for the past two weeks!"

"Jesus." The phone vibrates in her hand "there he is again."

"Reject the call."

"Wait let me try something." She answers making Vegeta pale "hello?"

He tries to snatch the phone away but fails, he covers his face while he listens to Bulma's conversation, he looks at her embarrassed.

"What did he say?"

"He wanted to talk to you but I told him that you gave me your phone so he should stop calling, here." She gives him back the phone "he has a really nice voice, I like his accent, is he French or something?"

"…Italian."

"Ooooooo Italians do it better!" She giggles "what kind of relationship do you have with him."

"Well…"

Vegeta held his umbrella over his head as he slowly made his way back to Broly's apartment, once he was in the living room he sees him with his head hanging between his legs, what happened to him?

"He fired me." Broly answered his unspoken question

"What?"

"Mr. Son…he fired me."

"WHAT?! Why?!"

"I am not good enough to keep his image clean, that's what he made me understand, also he will take away my title because he says I'm a thief"

"That son of a…Broly…that's it, we are going to bring that bastard down."

The next day was a sunny day and a happy day, not for a certain man, he sat in the middle of an important meeting, he was going to expand his business to the Europe stores.

"We should start with Italy since it's your home land, right Goku?"

Kakarot inhales and nods "I agree with Krilin."

"Very well, then we should move onto…"

Kakarot decided that his tie was more interesting until the doors are slammed open and an angry Vegeta walks in and storms to the owner.

"Kakarot!"

"Mr. Ouji, what a surprise, we always knock first."

"Why the fuck did you fire Broly?"

"Ah, so this is the urgency, please make an appointment with 18."

"Appointment my ass! Give Broly his job back, he did nothing wrong! You can't just take away what he worked for, all his efforts and his hard labor! Does that mean nothing?! Give it back!"

All the men look towards their boss and wait for his answer, in a bit of a shock that this stranger spoke to him in that way.

"No."

"What?!"

"No." Kakarot crosses one leg over the other

"How dare you! Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

Kakarot unfolds his hands and holds them out like if it wasn't obvious already.

"Kakarot Son."

The men's laughter made Vegeta's blood boil and a small vein pops on his left temple and forehead, he clinches his small fists and slams one on the table.

"Listen here you, small penis, arrogant motherfucker! You claimed something untrue and for that you have a date with the Judge."

"You son of bitch!" Krilin stands but is stopped by Kakarot "Goku he can't sue you, your face will become public!"

"It's alright Krilin…he won't sue me."

Vegeta sneers "try me."

Dangerously and slow Kakarot emerges from his seat and walks to Vegeta, feeling intimidated but not showing it Vegeta stood his ground and glared up at the fire burning blue eyes.

"You won't sue me you want to know why, Vegeta?"

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because before the day of the court comes…you will be helplessly in love with me."

The sound of hand to cheek makes the men flinch, an angry, young journalist huffs and walks out the room with a stinging hand, all eyes move onto a smirking Kakarot, a small hand print on his cheek, he sits back down and apologizes for the interruption.