CHAPTER 6:
FAIR GAMES
"Sit still! Goddammit!" Goku yelled in frustration, brandishing
the comb like a weapon.
"Ooooooo...," Akira rolled her eyes, "You said a baaaaaad word."
"Goku said a bad
word! Goku said a bad word!" Aeisha sang,
bouncing up and down the bed.
Goku gritted his
teeth and counted to ten.
"Okay
then," he suddenly grinned, making his sisters pause, “I won't take you
two to the fair anymore."
The two girls stared
back in horror and then promptly flopped down and sat quietly, clutching their
dolls to their chests. Goku smiled and began brushing the thick locks as he
congratulated himself on his small victory. Dressing his sisters up was
becoming a full time job, heck just giving them a bath was like
walking through a rainstorm. He tied the bows neatly on their heads and
smiled at the result. He was supposed to take them to the fair today, as Bardock, who had originally promised to take them, had
disappeared at the last minute for a meeting.
Sighing, he
remembered the crushed looks on their faces. Feeling himself
getting really pissed off at his father’s behavior, he had decided to do
it for them, canceling his plans to spend the weekend with the gang. He had
called Chi-Chi up to see if she would like to come and she willingly agreed.
Looking at his watch, he saw that he had about an hour more to pick her up.
"Alright
ladies," Goku gushed, making his sisters giggle at the term, "Let’s
go have some fun, waddaya say?"
"Yaaaay!" came the excited
replies.
Goku watched as they
flew down the stairs and out to his car. He walked on quietly behind them,
checking for all doors being locked and lights being turned off, something his
father had drilled into him since the day he could think. Seeing that
everything was in good shape, he stepped out in the early morning sunlight and
breathed in deeply. Almost as if on impulse, his eyes darted towards Vegeta's house.
He grimaced. He knew
he had been avoiding the boy. Or was it
the other way around? He wasn't exactly sure on how to go about talking to
him after the events of last week. The
kiss. His fingers went unconsciously to his lips, as memories of the way Vegeta
had tasted and felt came rushing back. He closed his eyes seeing the way his
face had burned with desire and want. He
wanted me too. I could feel it, and oh, God I need him.
"Hellooo! Earth to Goku!"
Goku snapped out of
his daydream and saw his sisters looking up at him with amused glances.
"You were
sleeping standing up again," Akira admonished, wagging her finger at him
with a mock stern look on her face.
Goku laughed aloud,
and with a whoosh, made a mad dash for his sisters, causing them to run into
the car, begging for mercy from Goku's Killer Tickle Attack. Still grinning,
Goku slid into the driver’s seat and making sure his sisters were buckled up,
drove off into the sunlight.
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Vegeta scowled. He didn't
want to take Ayeka anywhere. She was irritating,
annoying and worst of all, a downright bore. His mother had of course refused
to listen to anything he had to say. He still remembered the lecture he had
received on the night he had returned from the ride with Goku. She had ranted
and raved about all the wonderful things she had done for him and how he could
this to her and so on and so forth. Vegeta Sr. hadn't been much help either,
for he had been too drunk to feel concerned. Vegeta guessed he was really doing
this to sort of make up for that.
Looking at himself in
the mirror for the last time. He replaced his scowl with a smile and taking a
deep breath stepped outside to meet his 'date'.
Ayeka stood outside
with her kid sister, Sasami. Oh good. I don't have to be stuck with her
alone then. She was dressed in white khaki shorts and a red tank top.
Her sister was dressed in similar fashion. Unlike her kid sister's cheerful
face, however, Ayeka looked like she had swallowed an
overdose of bitter pills. She had a frown on her face and a stuck up look to
boot. Vegeta had a sudden urge to smack it right off.
"Oooo...look at them, Misaki,
don't they look cute together?" Serena gushed as she snapped pictures of
the sulky teens.
"They sure do. Ayeka sweetie, pull up your tank top straps and tuck in
your strands and oh don't forget to give Sasami her
you know what, and don't forget to call me or your father and don't
forget.." Misaki Jurai
droned on and on, fidgeting with her daughters. Just when Vegeta felt his
patience about to snap in two, Serena finally shooed them into the car.
"Take care of
the girls, Vegeta! And smile! Have fun at the fair now! " Vegeta gave
a quick smile and wave to the two mothers and backed away. Ayeka
managed to smile for a brief moment at her mother and then she quickly focused
her attention on her sister, effectively shutting Vegeta out.
After about fifteen
minutes of brooding silence, Vegeta stole a quick glance at Ayeka's
stern features and taking a deep sigh, he began to try making conversation.
"So what college
do you plan on going to?" he asked.
"
"Really? I might
go there as well." Yeah right.
"Okay.
Whatever," came the reply, as she shrugged her
shoulders.
Sasami began to hum the
catchy pop song that was being played on the radio at the moment, although a
quick annoyed glance from Ayeka shut her up
immediately. Vegeta grew angry and wondered on how mean Ayeka
was being to her sister.
Kami! If I had a sister, I would cherish her to death... as Goku
does. Great! I just had to think about him again.
Since that night,
Vegeta had basically been banned from going outside. While he hadn't been
grounded or anything, he just felt that he had to be home to keep his mother
from going into fits asking about his whereabouts. He had thought about calling
Goku and had picked up the phone several times, but always dropped it at the
last minute, nerves and butterflies making it impossible to continue.
Hn, what would you have said anyway? Oh hey Goku, just
wanted to tell you how good a kisser you are and if we could do it again
sometime.
Vegeta smiled at the
ridiculous thought and shaking his head slightly, focused on his driving. He
was determined to get less speeding tickets here than he had gotten at
Breckinridge.
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Goku huffed and
puffed with the loads of cotton candy, stuffed toys and one gigantic handbag.
Why Chi-Chi insisted on such monstrosities, Goku would never know. He listened
as Chi-Chi and the girls ran ahead of him, oohing and
ahhing at all the sights and sounds. It was almost
"Hey
Chi-Chi!" he called out in desperation.
"Yes,
Goku."
"You wouldn't
mind if I took five now, would you?" giving her the megawatt smile.
Chi-Chi frowned a bit
and then nodding her head she agreed to let them all go to one of the food
stands to get a bite. Dropping the entire load on a nearby empty table, Goku
stretched out aching muscles. Making sure that the girls were all seated, he
went ahead to order their lunch.
"What will it be
today, son?" asked the man at the stand jovially.
"Okay...let me
have 10 hotdogs, 5 smoothies and ....you better make that
15 hotdogs," Goku said sheepishly as his stomach growled in complaint.
"CHI-CHI!" came the sudden squeal of delight.
Goku jerked his head around
to see who had made that horrific sound and was amused to see Chi-Chi and Ayeka dancing around and hugging each other, already
gushing and babbling whatever it was that girls babbled about. He watched as Sasami and his sisters also got together and began yapping
away as well. Geez… I wonder who brought
them here? His question was answered as he saw a
brooding, sulky Vegeta stroll nonchalantly towards the women. Goku grinned as
he realized that Vegeta had probably been the one.
"Here you go,
son," the hotdog vendor said, as he handed out the loaded tray.
"Thanks a
lot!" And handing over the money, Goku began walking back to the table,
his eyes taking in the sight of the sulky teenager.
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Vegeta had had to
listen to a whole lot of grumbling from his 'date'. She had complained about
every damn ride and how it itched her and don't they
wash this and how could any one possibly enjoy riding in such contraptions. His
head was pounding and he wished he could strip and dive into a pool of
ice-cubes. If it weren’t for the fact that Sasami was
determined to have fun, he would have walked out of here a long time ago.
"I am hungry
Vegeta," Ayeka complained.
I am hungry, Vegeta. I am tired, Vegeta. I am a stupid
bitch, Vegeta.
He growled.
"So? Get
yourself something to eat!" he snapped angrily.
"You are
supposed to take care of us! So YOU find us something to eat!"
"Damn it, Ayeka! I am not your fucking chaperone! Do what the hell
you want! I am outta here!" Vegeta turned on his
heels and began walking off when he heard the squeal of delight.
"CHI-CHI!"
He turned in
amazement and watched as his stern faced bitch-date and Chi-Chi began babbling
away at a blistering pace. He frowned as he wondered what she was doing here.
It was then that he noticed Akira and Aeisha already
talking with Sasami that he put two and two together.
Goku's here! His heart began to pound
at a much faster pace and he felt his mouth go dry. Darting shiny, obsidian
eyes to look for his heart’s desire, he finally saw Goku striding towards him
with a tray full of food. Feeling his face flush, he tried hard to pull his
eyes away from the godlike beauty that strode gracefully towards him.
"Hey 'Geta," Goku said softly, coming up to him with a
heart-stopping smile.
Geta? Since when? Not that I mind.
"Hey Goku,"
he replied back in a shaky whisper. Everything else seemed to disappear around
them, as eyes locked in silent combat. Finally, after several agonizing moments,
he tore his eyes away. Coughing and shifting his feet around, he
tried to look at anything but those dark depths.
"Hello? Are you
going to feed us or what Goku?" Chi-Chi asked.
Goku, with his eyes
still firmly fixed on Vegeta, drawled back in reply, "Coming, ladies. Will you join us, 'Geta? I
think we have enough for everyone."
Vegeta looked at the
amount of food and chuckling decided he would go get some more, since he
himself was starving. Coming back several minutes later, he watched in admiration
as Goku worked the table filled with giggling girls, even stoic faced Ayeka was all smiles. He felt a pang of jealousy as he
watched Goku flirt continuously with all of them, complimenting them on useless
things like their hair and clothes. He also watched with envy as Chi-Chi clung
to his arm, giving him light kisses and touches here and there. It didn't
help matters that Goku was responding, tickling Chi-Chi and also kissing her in
return. Nearly slamming the tray on the table, Vegeta announced that the food
was here.
"Ooooh, thank you Vegeta..." crooned Ayeka suddenly, draping herself against the now very
startled boy. She began to bat her eyelids and even dared go as much as giving
him a peck on the check, much to his chagrin and the amusement of everyone
else.
He could hardly eat
as Ayeka made it a point to imitate whatever Chi-Chi
was doing. When Chi-Chi fed Goku some of the hotdogs, Ayeka
tried stuffing some into his mouth. If Chi-Chi gave Goku a sip of her drink, Ayeka also tried to do the same. Eventually, Vegeta had
enough. Getting up suddenly and nearly knocking down the table, he growled,
"If I may be
excused. I have to use the restroom."
"Can I come with
you?" Ayeka asked in a baby girlish voice.
"No! You! May!
NOT!"
As Vegeta walked
away, he heard a low "What a grouch." Not caring who it came from, he
walked away not looking back. It wasn't as much as Ayeka's
behavior that had annoyed him, but the loving display that had been put up by
Chi-Chi and Goku. He felt sickened and nauseated. Jesus! I could have killed her!
Getting to the
restroom stalls however, Vegeta didn't go in. Hands stuck in pockets, he walked
around and headed towards one of the sideshows that displayed haunted houses.
Paying at the booth, he walked in and stared morosely at the moronic displays
of dead people and witches.
"Oh Goku,"
he sighed, whispering quietly, “If only you knew how much I would do anything
to be with you."
"Anything?"
came a deep, husky voice right next to his ears.
Vegeta jumped and then moaned as warm lips suckled lightly on it.
"G...Go...Goku?
W...What a...are yo...you...?"
"I followed
you."
"W...Why?"
Thinking wasn't exactly in Vegeta's vocabulary at the moment, as Goku continued
his torment on his ears.
"Because. Let's
get out of here, too many people."
"O...Okay."
Vegeta let himself be dragged through the ‘oohs’ and
‘aahs’ or in some cases shrieks of fascinated
spectators as Goku led them into an area not really visited much by anyone…
actually it was a storage room filled with extra dummies and costumes. Kicking
the door closed behind them, Goku pushed Vegeta against the wall and seized
willing lips in a kiss that was nothing short of breathtaking. Vegeta pushed
his fingers into Goku's hair dragging him closer to his feverish flesh. They
kissed frantically, straining and gasping as groins met in pure electricity.
Goku tore his lips away and quickly began trailing his lips against Vegeta's
neck, suckling and licking the sweaty taste of perfect skin. Vegeta groaned and
threw his head back, massaging Goku's thick locks and gasping for breath. I’m going to die here, oh God… He
shifted off the wall to give more access to Goku's groping hands. Goku seized
the bottom of shirt and ripped it in frustration as it refused to give way.
Vegeta gasped and squeaked out,
"Hey! That was
my favorite shirt."
Goku chuckled and replied, nipping lightly
down his naked torso and suckling taut nipples, "You can rip mine off if
you like.... but I won't let you."
And with that, he
caught both of Vegeta's hands in a tight grip and lifted his hands above his
head. Sliding even closer, he rubbed himself against the writhing compact body
before him. Vegeta's last coherent thought (if he had any at all at this point)
vanished completely as the erotic motion sent him into a mass of quivering need
and desire.
"Oooooohhhh....G...Goku...p...p...please..." Vegeta
hissed through moist, swollen lips.
"Please
what?" Goku asked, still grinding against him, and burying his head
against Vegeta's neck.
"S...Stop
t...t...teasing..." Goku raised his head and looked into hooded, lust
filled eyes. Vegeta's face was flushed with desire, his lips swollen with the
intensity of their fevered kiss. Groaning at the sight, Goku seized them again
and complied. His hands moved down to Vegeta's jeans and tugged at the belt.
"Release
me."
Goku freed his hands
and watched as Vegeta tugged off his pants himself. His erection sprang into
attention at finally being given its freedom. Already moist, Goku swooped down
and took it all in his mouth. Vegeta screamed but was quickly cut short by
strong hands covering his mouth.
"Shhhhh...do you want everyone to hear us?"
Vegeta shook his hand rapidly and stuffed his hand into his mouth. Goku smiled
and continued his torment on Vegeta's swollen flesh. Cupping the sacs beneath,
he began a slow torturous lick from base to tip, over and over again. Vegeta
could barely stand now as his legs threatened to give way beneath him. He
whimpered in pleasure as Goku began to hum over his already imprisoned member.
Goku raised his fingers to Vegeta's lips indicating what he wanted. Vegeta
happily complied, sucking on them feverishly. Goku then slowly slid his fingers
into his opening, pausing when he realized how tense his lover's body was.
"Relax. I won't
hurt you," Goku whispered reassuringly. Vegeta nodded and tried to release
his tense muscles. Goku carefully slid in his fingers again, passing through
the tight ring of muscle and eagerly seeking his pleasure spot.
Forgetting his
promise to keep quiet, Vegeta screamed, "OOOOOHHH GOD! G...G...GOKU!! as
his prostate was reached.
"Yes,
baby," Goku whispered in encouragement, "Come for me." The
double assault on his penis and prostate was enough to make him almost pass
out. Goku sucked in his cheeks, sucking harder and simultaneously pumped his
fingers faster into Vegeta.
Oh Kami! I’m about to explode!
He felt the climax
building, his head reeling, a kaleidoscope of colors
flashing brilliantly as his eyes shut tight with unimaginable ecstasy. With a
loud groan, he shot hot semen down his lover’s throat as he was milked totally
and completely dry. Whimpering and purring in satiation and unable to keep
his eyes open or make his brain function, Vegeta blacked out in complete bliss
against Goku’s body.
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"Aauuuuggghhhh… Where am I?" Vegeta groaned, opening
his eyes slowly.
"In a storage
room," came the mocking reply.
Vegeta felt himself
turn crimson, as the events that took place rushed to his memory. He turned his
head and saw Goku on the floor, one knee up with his face resting on it and his
other leg stretched out, leaning against one of the many boxes in the room. His
eyes held a soft glow and that wonderful half smile was on his lips. Vegeta
flushed even more (if that were possible) and struggled to get up. He found out
that he was dressed up properly again, except for his ripped shirt. Mom will have a bird, he thought
waywardly.
"Ready to go
now?" Goku asked, dusting himself and getting up.
"Umm...yeah,"
Vegeta mumbled in reply. Fingering with his shirt, he stared at the floor and
feeling very hot, he began, "I am really sorry I passed out, I didn't mean
to..." A finger was placed against his lips silencing his protests.
"It doesn’t
matter. I’m just glad I made you happy."
Vegeta stupidly felt
like crying as he raised his head to look at those eyes that he would kill for.
He felt his throat tighten and the tears burning at the back of his eyes.
Tiptoeing up, he brushed his lips against Goku's and then standing back,
he smiled and said,
"Come lover.
Let’s go find our women."