Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fall of the Mighty ❯ Intermission a.k.a. Aw Kami, What’s She Doing Here? ( Chapter 10 )

~Look At Me! I'm Queen Of The Fic~

Hello again. This has not become a songfic. Just thought I'd clarify that. I ran out of ideas and these (among others) were my inspiration. They are a representation of Vegeta and Kakarott and their emotions toward what is happening between them. Hope I haven't changed the style too much for my loyal readers. Here are some of the songs that I think represent them very well. If you don't know them and want to check them out you can look at azlyrics.com or something. Understand that I am now writing the fic whenever I have spare time. I am trying to stay ahead but am having trouble doing so while babysitting and I will be babysitting until September.

Kakarott:

Default - Deny, Sick and Tired,

Hoobastank - Ready For You, Let You Know, Running Away

Jimmy Eat World - The Middle,

Disturbed - Numb

3 Doors Down - So I Need You,

Incubus - Mexico

Vegeta:

Default - Wasting My Time, Slow Me Down, By Your Side, Live A Lie

Sponge - Plowed

System Of A Down - Chop Suey

Hoobastank - Let You Know, Better, Up and Gone, To Be With You

Godsmack - I Stand Alone, Alive

Disturbed - The Game, Violence Fetish, Want, Blood In My Eye,

3 Doors Down - By My Side, Life Of My Own, Duck and Run, Loser, So I Need You, Better Life

Alien Ant Farm - Courage, Flesh and Bone,

Incubus - The Warmth, Drive

Hammerfall - Destined For Glory

~I Can Do Whatever I Want~

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"We have neglected our children over the last few days. Trunks and Nalen should be recovered by now. I intend to work them till they collapse tonight. I suggest you go spend time with yours as well." Goku laughed. "Sure thing, Vegeta, I'll see you later."

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*Intermission a.k.a. Aw Kami, What's She Doing Here?*

The prince stood on top of the C.C. dome watching the moon rise. Finally he could relax some. He'd expended a great amount of energy on his son and grandson and now concentrated solely on breathing and letting his muscles rest. Letting the energizing moonbeams wash over him he gave a contented sigh. All was calm and peaceful and he intended it to stay that way for the next few days, much to Kakarott's dismay once the oaf realized it, he was sure. Only five days ago he couldn't stand the peace and now he craved it.

Suddenly a distant noise drew his attention to the far end of the property. Someone was using his gravity room. Still feeling perfectly content he casually floated down to investigate. Someone was playing some kind of music in his gravity room. The bass rumbled his spine as he neared the machine. He hadn't heard this kind of music before. It was different than the kind normally played by those he lived with. It was Gohan's youngest daughter, Spice. (NOT SPICE GIRL, JUST SPICE!! Carrot spawned Rice so Rice spawned Pan and Spice. The food theme stands.) Vegeta watched as she flowed through a complex kata perfectly in time with the heady beat. He remembered teaching her this particular kata, it was his own design. The gravity was not very high, this was obviously not a heavy workout for the girl, but sweat dripped down her temples as she concentrated, moving slowly and purposefully. She was just as strong as most of the others but she did not work as hard as some, especially her sister Pan. It seemed to come naturally to her as it did with her grandfather. She trained for her own personal fulfillment much like Vegeta now did and when she felt so inclined she could match him nearly push for push. For a while that is. He still had much more stamina then the college student. He just watched her and listened to the music. They seemed to flow together. She smiled, letting him know she knew he was there. "Come to join me or throw me out?" She asked, barely audible over the music. Vegeta smirked and glanced over at the control panel where a cd player sat. "My own collection, I'm kinda picky so I burned my own mp3's disks. She smiled again knowing that Vegeta probably did not know or care about mp3's or music in general. "What is it?" The prince asked to her mild surprise. "Adema, The Way You Like It. Join me? It's like meditating. You just clear your mind and let the music move through you. It's nice." Finally the prince nodded and took the counter pose to her stance. It was like a dance and Vegeta quickly lost himself in it. She was right, it was like meditation and very relaxing. When the next song began he forgot where he was and listened intently to the lyrics. Spice watched him cock his head to the side as the next song started. It was one of her favorites and she always thought it suited her uncle. "3 Doors Down, Life On My Own." She volunteered. They kept on, oblivious of the time. At one point Vegeta realized that faint light was beginning to pour in through the tiny window in the door but a glance at Spice showed her still training with no sign of fatigue. He smirked. Even after being away at college for a year the girl still was able to impress him. It was a few hours later when Spice finally sat down with a contented sigh. The cd had finally begun to repeat and she leaned back with a grin. "Ah, perfect timing." She looked at Vegeta who moved to sit opposite her. "Incubus." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes happily as the first cords started.

<I dig my toes into the sand. The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. I lean against the wind, pretend that I am weightless and in this moment I am happy.>

She opened her eyes and watched her uncle as he stared down just listening. She grinned when a small smile tugged at his lips. She knew no one could resist this song no matter how heartless they may try to be. She remembered every time she'd ever made him smile since she was little, it was hard at times but she'd always had fun doing it. She had missed him a lot in the last year. The next song came on and she stretched, yawning. 'Steller' blasted around the room and she was about to stand when she noticed Vegeta still listening, this time with a frown. She never really listened to the words of this song, she just liked the sound of it. "Why would it make him frown?' She sat and listened with him. The song ended and the cd jumped into some System Of A Down starting with Toxicity. "So." Spice stood easily. "I thought you didn't like music." She went to turn down the radio and shut off the gravity while Vegeta stood. "It's better than that noise that is normally played around here." Spice laughed. "I forgot. Your family is into all that pop and happy crap." Vegeta answered simply, distaste clear in his voice. "Yes." They stepped out onto the grass and breathed the fresh late morning air. "Trunks said you took off just before I got back and then he dragged Nalen off to train. I haven't seen grampa around so I figured you two went off to do some serious sparring for a while. Everyone else has been working or still in school so I've been using the gravity chamber. So how are things around here lately?" Vegeta cleared his throat before replying. He thought he should answer as he would have five days ago rather than now. "Same as always. Boring as hell." Spice laughed. "Well that's because you never do anything out of the ordinary. I swear I could probably set a watch by your routine." She noticed her uncle look away from her when she said this and pushed it a little more. "You should do something new and different." He grouched back at her but with less energy than usual. "I just spent the entire night training with *you*, didn't I?" She grinned. "Yes but you always train. I mean something different." Now he almost seemed amused. "Like what?" Spice started to stroll carelessly toward the driveway in front of the house. "Weeeelll… There's a concert tonight and I have two tickets but no one around here likes my music. Hey! Wait a minute!" She slyly jabbed a finger at him. "You like my music. You can come with me." Vegeta stopped and held his ground. "No." "Yes." "No." "Come on, Vegeta, you said it's boring around here so lets do something fun." He glowered. "Being trapped with a bunch of rowdy humans and half deafened is not my idea of fun." She put her hands on her hips and glared at him imperiously. "You've never even been to a concert, have you? How long has it been since you first came to earth? All you've ever done is train and bitch. I've never even seen you drink or go to a movie or watch a football game or anything for as long as I can remember." The prince crossed his arms regally. "And why should I?" Spice giggled at him losing her serious expression. "Why should you? I could give you sooo many reasons, not the least of them being that it might dislodge the stick that's been shoved up your ass, but you wouldn't listen to any of them so what's the point?" A shocked look smacked Vegeta in the face. "All I can really do is ask you to come and hope you love me enough to damn well do what I tell you." Somehow she managed to project innocence. "Besides, it just wouldn't do for a pretty, defenseless, young thing such as myself to go out at night unprotected." She batted her eyelashes at him sweetly. The prince couldn't hold back a barking laugh. " I might be more inclined to believe that if you had not colored your hair green and spiked it while you were away." He laughed again. "Hey!" She growled, self-consciously touching her hair. "It's only green in highlights and these are my natural spikes." Vegeta drew up disdainfully. "Your natural spikes were never that stiff." She huffed and turned away from him, crossing her arms. "So I helped them out a little, that has nothing to do with you going to the concert with me. It's a band called Disturbed, You'll like it." Vegeta was beginning to look annoyed. "Why don't you ask somebody else?" Spice rolled her eyes. "Because I don't really *want* to spend that much time with anyone else and they don't like my music anyway. They're all a bunch of goody-2-shoes with this misguided concept of leading humanity down the strait-and-narrow even though it's all already gone halfway to hell." She could see Vegeta trying to fight the smile that wanted to form on his lips. "Fine, brat, I'll go." She smirked at him as if she knew all along that he would. "Then we need to get you something to wear. I think it's safe to assume that you don't have anything appropriate."

Spice climbed up into her truck armed with a C.C. credit card and a wide grin, Vegeta grumbled in the passenger seat. She smirked at him. "Too bad." Then she threw the truck into gear and peeled out leaving a smoke trail. Godsmack blazed from her speakers as she maneuvered her way through traffic. After a few minutes she noticed Vegeta giving her a strange look. "What? Never been with a *real* driver before?" Barely glancing away from him she squeezed between two cars, cut into the fastlane, downshifted and left the traffic far behind. She grinned at him then noticed another car working to catch up with her. Glancing at the traffic she was coming up on she snickered evilly. "Watch this. She let the car catch up and then paced it. "He's a teenager with an obvious hormonal imbalance." She enlightened Vegeta. "He can't stand that a girl has a better car and can drive it better than he ever could. Look! He just gave me the finger!" She laughed evilly again. Before they came upon the next clump of cars she tapped the brake, cut behind him across all four lanes and onto the off ramp. Just when he shot past the cars triumphantly a siren blared and lights flared to life from in front of the cars in the slow lane. Spice cackled gleefully as she turned the corner away from the freeway. She continued to show off her rather frightening driving abilities all the way to the mall. The prince wasn't bothered in the least, in fact he found it amusing. He knew he couldn't be harmed by something as trivial as a car wreck. Spice loved it. All the others, Saiyan or otherwise, always made know their terror when she drove. It was refreshing to have someone share in her roadrage.

Parking in the parking structure, as she always did on the second floor, they hopped down from her truck and she patted it lovingly. "Be good, Frankie." Vegeta shook his head. "Frankie?" They started down the stairs. "My little Frankenstein. He's been chopped up, tweaked, bashed, zip tied, lifted on only one end, and is in desperate need of new parts and some love. But he's got a great radio and he's the best little monster I could have."

"Hn."

They stepped into the building. "Now… You are a man of simplicity, I know, so we'll keep it simple and strait forward." The prince had resigned himself to another day wandering this horrid place but Spice led him strait through the mall to one store he'd never been to. "I only go to four or five places in the mall, the rest are just a waste." She told him and led the way inside. She spread her arms out depicting the décor and merchandise. "This is referred to as goth or punk but feel free to call it necessary." The store was decorated in black and red and purple with metal workings, candles, and chandeliers scattered about. The employees were dressed appropriately also with spiked hair, pale faces, and piercings everywhere. Spice pulled him to the back of the shop. She looked him up and down before choosing a pair of black leather pants, then she scooted off to the side and snatched a bright white shirt off the wall. "Boots." She decided and moved to a rack of such. She smirked impishly and grabbed a platform boot with huge buckles running all the way up to the knee. The prince was expressionless. " I would kill you." She giggled. "I know." She put it down and circled the stands finally finding something suitable. "Here, this looks perfect." She held up a relatively normal boot that had a harness around the ankle held with a silver loop. She shoved it all into his arms. "Change."

"What?!"

"Put it on." She shoved him toward the changing rooms. "We have to make sure the sizes are right." She practically threw him into the room. Once the door was shut she turned and jumped up and down with excitement. The employees stared at her. "I've always wanted to see a good looking guy in that shirt! I've only ever seen them on scrawny gay guys." She explained. "No offense." She said apologetically to one male employee who was wearing a *lot* of blue eyeshadow. A few minutes and some grumbling later the door opened and out stepped the prince and for once he resembled something of a prince, at least to Spice he did. The leather clung tightly in all the right places and molded around his muscular thighs. The shirt was light and billowy, very gothic with ruffles at the wrists and down the open chest that showed off muscles down to the top of his chiseled abs. The cuffs of the pants hung down nicely over the boots nearly concealing the ankle harnesses. Everyone stopped to stare at him. One of the girls stuttered. "A… A belt… There's a belt that would go perfect with that." She appeared a second later with a wide black and silver grommet belt and a bright smile. "Here, let me." The prince looked extremely uncomfortable as she threaded it into the pants for him. "Gha!" He jumped away from her and she disappeared giggling. Spice couldn't help but laugh. She stepped up to examine him and realized that she no longer looked him in the eye. "Wow, that inch of tread does wonders for you." He snarled at her and she held up her hands. "Hey, it's a fact not an insult. It still needs something… I've got it." She picked up a leather color with a loop on it and held it up. Vegeta's eyes widened when he saw what it was. "Hell no!!" He refused adamantly. Spice blinked. "Jeez! Alright, you don't have to get defensive. It's not like anyone could leash you or something. How about a pendant then?" She missed the slight wince on the prince's part while she spoke. She found a ruby eyed pewter dragon on a long chain. It looked a lot like Shenlon. It hung at the center of his chest, glinting darkly. "Very good." Spice nodded in approval. While Vegeta changed again she did her own shopping. Soon they carried their bags out to the car. "Where do you want to eat, Vegy?" He glowered at her. "Don't call me that." "But you're my uncle Vegy." He stopped, looking like he was about to throw down everything and leave. "Oh, alright. Where do you want to eat? We didn't get any breakfast. I may only be a quarter Saiyajin but I used up a lot of energy last night and this morning."

"I don't care as long as there is plenty of food." The girl glanced at him dryly. "Well that narrows it down. How about Chinese? There's a buffet up the street."

After a nice long lunch, provided unknowingly by the C.C., they sped over to Spice's parent's house where she grabbed her suitcase and tossed it into the back. She then careened her way back to park in the Capsule Corp driveway. "There's time to kill so I grabbed a movie, you'll like it." Vegeta only grunted noncommittally and headed for the house, disappearing into his room to put away his things. He hung up the pants and shirt with mixed emotions. This whole thing was ridiculous but he had to admit that it was keeping him busy. He didn't mind spending time with Spice either. She had grown since he'd last seen her. She was more outgoing and energetic but they still got along as well as before. She was by far his favorite of Kakarott's brood and they just connected. She reminded him of himself before his life had been stripped from him. Maybe that was why he humored her so much. It was like a glimpse of what could have been. He hmphed to himself at these thoughts. 'Sentimental fool.' By the time he came down she already had a huge bowl of popcorn ready and the movie in. "I guess that's one of the perks of being a billionaire." She said. "The luxury of having the biggest, coolest, priciest stuff." She pressed play on the DVD player and chuckled as the six point surround sound purred to life and the picture appeared on the huge widescreen TV. "It's like being in the theatre only without spending 32 bucks." She pulled the shades and turned off all the lights before settling on the couch by Vegeta with the huge bowl between them. "What is this movie anyway?" The prince grumbled. She plopped her feet onto the coffee table and reclined comfortably. "It's 'Pitch Black', a nice space horror flick." They watched in silence at first. When it came to the part where Riddick pops his shoulders out of joint to escape Spice glanced over to Vegeta to catch his expression. The prince smirked, crossing his arms and reclining to copy her when he noticed her watching. "I like him already." She turned back to the movie and leered at said anti-hero. "Me too." Wiping away some Vin Diesel induced drool she continued to watch the movie. Twenty minutes into it Vegeta snorted. "I know exactly what's going to happen." Spice glanced at him. "Just realized you've seen it before? Kinda slow today aren't we?" The Saiyajin shook his head. "I landed on a planet just like this one." This peeked the girl's interest. "What happened?"

"It was a long time ago. I was just a willful brat. I nearly died. It was hell." Spice had now forgotten about Vin and the movie in favor of hearing about her uncle's adventure. "Was it before or after Frieza?" The prince looked down in thought. "After. In fact it was my last attempt to leave his army for many years. I landed looking for cover from my pursuers and found the planet inhabited by some nasty creatures. I barely survived and was the only one to leave the planet. Frieza picked up my pod as it drifted through space. I was forced to heal naturally as part of my punishment. It was a very long time before I recovered." The prince left out that he was *not* allowed to recover for some time. He had been beaten, tortured, degraded, and raped almost daily until they felt sure that his spirit was broken. When he finally healed his ki skyrocketed and that was when the ice-jin took him. Pushing away the memories he turned back to the movie.

Trunks came home to find the living room in almost total darkness and the unlikely picture of his father and Gohan's daughter fighting over who got the remnants of a bowl of popcorn. When Vegeta noticed his son standing in the doorway staring at them he promptly let go of his end of the bowl and crossed his arms. This caused the bowl to go flying over Spice's head and the popcorn to scatter all over the far side of the room. The girl froze, blushing a deep red, before rage blossomed on her face and she leapt screaming at Vegeta for embarrassing her. They grappled and the couch tipped over backwards dumping them from sight. Then, as if nothing happened, both were standing calmly. "I think its time to get ready to go." Vegeta grunted his agreement and they both disappeared in separate directions but giggling could be faintly heard coming from the guest bathroom. Trunks stood for a stunned moment before shaking his head wonderingly and moving to right the couch and turn off what looked like the end credits of a movie.

Spice met Vegeta in the living room, which was now lit and clean. She wore a forest-green and black lacy corset with leather pants that nearly dragged the ground despite the heeled boots she wore. At her throat was a large black cross choker. The only makeup she wore was some white powder with dark eyeshadow and lipstick. Vegeta joined her wearing what she'd picked out for him. Trunks walked into the room only to stop and stare in dismay and shock again. Spice grinned at him. "Vegeta's going to a concert with me, don't wait up. Bye." They they strolled out the door without another word to the disbelieving demi-Saiyan. Trunks ran to the window and watched them take to the air. 'My father? Going to a concert?! With Gohan's daughter?!! And dressed goth!!!'

Later that evening Goku appeared right about dinnertime. "Hey, Trunks what's up?" The lavender haired man looked troubled about something. "Goku. Remember the last time you and my father sparred? Did he receive some massive head trauma?" Goku's grin started to slip but he caught it. "Head trauma? No, he didn't. Why? What's wrong? Where's Vegeta?"

"Father's not here." Trunks informed him, still at a loss. Goku started to worry at Trunks' behavior. "What do you mean? Where is he?" "He…" Trunks still hardly believed it. "He went to a concert with your granddaughter Spice." The larger man just stared at him for a minute. "So?" Trunks was incredulous. "So? He doesn't like music! He always gets upset and leaves whenever anyone plays anything and besides, he hates people!" Goku stood there blankly. "Okay… So what's for dinner?"

"Goku! Father is at a public place with things he despises! People are in danger including your granddaughter!" The big Saiyan employed his classic 'Son' pose of one hand behind his head with a grin and laughed. "Aw, Vegeta likes Spice, they always got along. I'm sure he's just doing it as a favor for her. Nothin's gonna happen."

"A favor?! This is my *Father* were talking about!" Goku frowned at him, not really understanding why the demi-Saiyan was so upset. "You worry too much, Trunks, I don't really listen to music much but some of the stuff I've heard around here has been really bad." Trunks was insulted but before he could think of anything to say Nalia's voice rang from the kitchen, "Dinner's ready!", and Goku zipped into the dinning room happily.

Vegeta and Spice flew to the stadium. She didn't want to deal with traffic and parking fees. They got in and she led, listening to him bitch all the way. The stadium was crowded and noisy and smoky. She headed for a concession stand first and foremost since they were late enough that the show was about to start. Flashing her id she bought four large beers. "Here Vegeta." He stood with his arms crossed. "I don't want any." She glared at him before thrusting two surprisingly large cups at him. "I just paid eight bucks each for these, you sure as hell *are* going to drink them!" They made their way to their seats. She'd managed to get a really good deal this time, they sat with a perfect view of the stage and the pit. Vegeta studied his beer with suspicion before taking a sip. It was the most classic show of beerface she'd ever seen but she carefully hid her laughter with disgust. "Ha! I should have known you'd be a lightweight, you and Kaky both." (do you get the impression she's done this before?) She was the only other person to have picked up using Goku's Saiyan name from Vegeta and had dubbed him Kaky for short. Vegeta glared at her. "I mass more than you do." She raised one eyebrow disdainfully, "Obviously not", and chugged down half her beer, sighing satisfactorily. Vegeta sneered at her challenge and tipped his own cup back allowing the entire bitter contents to drain down his throat. "Careful, uncle, I wouldn't want you to over do it. I might hurt my back having to carry you home." His only reply was a rude belch. She waved her hand in the air. "Charming." He smirked at her. "That's prince charming."

"I'm sure." Then the lights dimmed and the introductory band came out.

Hate to do this to you but this chapter has already hit seven pages so you'll have to wait for the next one. Incase you are wondering, YES, Spice is my personality only she grins more and is more outgoing. She is what I get like after a few beers or a night out with my bud. I know, I know, cheep, I'm pathetic, but I needed to expand things beyond Kaky and Vegy or else this would have gotten repetitive and tedious. I hope it hasn't already. Yes, I got a little carried away and just started having fun with Vegy but, hey, consider it a little comedic break from the overall dark moodiness of the story. Have a laugh and enjoy it while it lasts.

No offense meant to drunks, gays, goths, punks, smokers, road ragers, bitches, teenagers with hormonal imbalances, etc. I belong or have belonged to each of those categories so I should be able to say what I want! Well, not gay, but I'm writing a shounen-ai NC-17 story so that counts.

Glad you liked my delving into sadomasochism. I did.

Sorry if I'm confusing people. I will try harder to space out actions, description, and dialog. The more dialog I have in the story the more trouble I have fitting everything together smoothly and I will have to work that out soon before the story gets too complex.

Too much lemon? I thought people would complain because there was too little. Well, I'm slowly moving to a little more lemon. Sorry, but they all add to the story and characters. It all combines to illustrate the differences between my main characters. How they think, act, and what they desire. I think that there will be a break from them in order to deal with other things though. So I hope you still enjoy it.

Now that I have added an entire meaningless page to this chapter… Bye.