Dangerous Games Part 13 Risks. Pairings: none quite, but implications of Goku/Vegeta, Trunks/Touda Warnings: none Author: red vegeta, lesley, nayruvegeta, take yer pick ^_^ Archive: alright with me if you ask me ^_^ Summary: Um... Goku wakes up in an empty bed, now what? Disclaimer: dont own them just torturing them for my own pleasure and iwth a bit of luck, your pleasure as well ^_^ "Nnnnnh..." With a lazy groan, Goku stretches his body like a young cat. Just like he thought, his dreams had been sweet and long... and filled with the person sleeping next to him. Grinning with pleasure, he turns to his side to look at the subject of his dreams, partially awaiting a large fist aimed at his face or he is still sleeping. "Vegeta..." He purrs, keeping his voice low to wake the prince up very slowly. If he'd shake him awake immediately, he could expect the punch anyway. Upon hearing now response, Goku grows weary. Come to think of it, its awefully quiet here. "Vegeta?" No reply again. "Oh come on... The sun is shining.. Wake up.." Immediately Goku snaps his eyes open, fully awake now. He lets his head fall to the side. Empty. Before he fully realizes that Vegeta is gone, he is on his feet and flies off to the sky, speeding up even more when he puts his fingers to his forehead and disappears in a flash. "Trunks!" Choking in his coffee, Trunks looks up from his newspaper to see a Goku with ruffles hair and nothing on him but a pair of white boxers. "Jezus...You scared me.. What is it." He asks, wiping the drops of coffee from his fresh shirt. "Vegeta is gone." "What?!" "He's gone!" "He can't be just gone!" "Yeah I know! Thats why I came here for help! We can do a lot more together than I can alone.." "Tell me what happened!" "Well, I took him home and he fell asleep there so I put him to bed and fell asleep next to him." He tries to sounds as natural as he can, but its only causing a suspicious raised eyebrow from Trunks. "Then when I woke up, he was gone." "Thats it?" "Thats it! I havent noticed him leaving or anything! I fell asleep right away and just woke up, I havent heard a thing!." Trunks looks down at his paper again, thinking about what might have happened to his father. He never came home that is for sure, as his smell wasnt around the house. "His smell..." "What?" "Goku! Let's go!" He yells out, grabbing Goku by his arms and dragging him outside and into the sky again. As they arrive, Trunks runs in and starts sniffing the air, followed by a confused Goku. "What are you doing?" "Trying to find his smell... " "Why? It's here isnt it? He slept here, I was there and I can smell him." "Yes, me too.. But isnt it a bit too faint if he slept here all night? When you stormed in, you didnt smell like Vegeta at all, while you said you slept next to him. If you did, his smell would have been much stronger on you." Goku blushes, understanding the undertones the fact has that he slept next to him. Looking down to see that is wearing nothing but his boxers, he blushes even more and turns away, ruffling through a small pile of clothes to find something that is clean enough to wear. "That makes sense." Sucking the air deeply into his lungs, his eyes suddenly grow wide and he lets out a shallow gasp. "Oh no..." "What is it?" "Cinnamon." "What?!" "Smell it." Both men inhaled deeply. Goku couldnt recognise it at first, being too familiar to the smell of his own house, but then a very faint hint of cinnamon sweeps across his nose. "We have to warn Goten and get him back.." "But from where?" "I dont know... I really don't know." After a few hours of panic, getting calm, panic again, anger and frustrations, the three men worked out a plan, or an attempt to get Vegeta free again. When the night fell and all three were back in the car again and back on their way to the club, Goku almost felt his heart break at the thought that the once so strong prince could be taken, like a fragile puppet wanted by an angry child. Somehow it felt just too wrong to see Vegeta like a puppet, but now, he was in fact not much more than that. When they lost it, they came to look for itand took it with them. When they wanted it, they took it. When they had it, they just played with it till they had enough untill the next time they wanted it. Lost in his own thoughts, he didnt notice they had arrived at the club untill Goten started tugging on his sleeve and asking him to get out of the car. With a deep sigh he got out and straightened his clothes. Together with the others he put up a plastered fake smile and wobbled to the entrance. It took the guard some while to recognise them, and it was only when Trunks walked up that he let them in. Goten and Goku both had their hair plastered again their skulls, hoping that if they got in, nobody would notice them very quickly. Giving a small nod to Goku and Goten, Trunks pulled off his jacket, revealing a pair of tight black pants and a shirt that fitted like a second skin on his muscular chest. He had every strand of his short hair on the right place and with a quick look back to see where the other two men were, they noticed how his blue eyes were like shining diamonds. Ice-blue, they shone with an uneartjy beauty but they also held something evil in them, a fury, using it to his benefit. With a grin, he tripped over a sleeve of jacket and fell to the side, giggling. Almost immediately a few men jumped out to help him get back on his feet, and apparently to a drink, as Trunks nodded and followed one of the men inside, still giggling and wobbling. Goku and Goten followed them inside, checking the whole room for people they knew without raising any suspicion. Both now armed with a drink they mingled with the hypnotic dancing crowd. Goku couldnt quite set his mind to dancing, feeling terrible to be in this place again. But then he decided he had to do everything for Vegeta, to get him back, he let his mind go back to those first nights he was here with him. The way the music had taken over his body, enhancing his feelings for the prince. The sensation of being swept away in the beat, the rythem of the lights swaying above him.. He wanted to be taken over by it again, to be swept away in the strange mix of a slow primal hypnotic state and one of total alert. And once he had decided that, and the music sinked into his veins and muscles, he lost himself in the dance again, swaying from side to side, while his eyes flashed across the room for anyone he would recognise. After an hour, nothing had happened and he and Goten went for a drink with Trunks, who now stood sweating like mad against the cold rail of the bar, talking to a man with long red hair. Trunks laughed at everything he said, once in a while playing with a strand of his hair. Goku noticed Goten getting annoyed and looked at what he was staring at. Upon seeing the man with the red hair, all the alarm bells went ringing in his head. "Touda..." Both men whispered as they realized their plan had worked. Trunks was his next victim. Back to the main page Back to the fics page