Slamming the door shut, Vegeta sits down in the now so familiar blue car again, torn between two emotions. On one side he is annoyed that that fool Kakarot is going along to a nightclub, a place where he would never dream of seeing that man there. On the other hand, nervous just because it is Kakarot tagging along, the man he fantazised about dancing with him in the same sensual way as Goten and Trunks could dance together, hypnoticing everybody with their movements. Unsure of what to do he tries to remain his old self, grumpy and hard as stone.
With a grin from ear to ear Goku gets inside the car next to the annoyed prince, obviously nervous about his first time out with friends at such an exclusive club. And with Vegeta next to him, even having to watch over him. Thinking about what people do at such a place, his grin gets even wider, eager to see the proud prince move that slender body of his.
The sons of both men looked back at their respective fathers, one smiling as if heaven was right there before him, the other one obviously uncomfortable with situation, angry and snorting against the outer world behind the glass. Grinning Goten started the car and they sped off for another night at the club.
The deep rumbling bass vibrating through the car signaled they arrived. When all four men got out and let the car be driven away, three of them turned around to look at Goku who had suddenly shut up. He had been babbling nervously throughout the trip, about it being not quite his first time, about being happy to get out again, happy to be with his son to see what he did and, what he did not say, happy to be Vegeta again since a long time.
Gaping up at the bright pink neon light hanging above the door and the faint sound of tunes behind the thick walls, he fell absolutly silent. This wasn't even close to the place he and Chi-Chi had visited a few years ago. A few scarcely clad men passed him, on each arm a just as scarcely dressed girl, he blushed heavily and his widened even more when he saw they were going to the same place as they were going. Then a flash of his true purpose of being there hit him. He was there to find out why Vegeta suffered from a strange amnesia, headaches and even worse, slashes covering his back and arms.
Just as the two nights before they got inside without any problem, even tho Goku eyed the slimy guard for a while as a usual suspect. Before he could open up his mouth and ask some questions, Vegeta had grabbed him by a wrist and had pulled him inside.
'Now dad, listen. This place is a bit diffirent than when you and mom visited one. They dont like pushy people here and especially not people that ask too much questions.'
'Why is that?'
'Hard to explain, just believe me okay? If you keep a little bit of a low profile perhaps Trunks and I can return here again to party after this ordeal. And if you play it right, you and Vegeta there too.' Goten told his father with a bright smile, nudging his head to Vegeta who was staring them from a few feet away.
'I've never seen you so nervous before so don't tell me that its just because you never went out like this.'
'Goten!'
'Oh come on.. You are always cool in a strange situation and now you're freaking everybody out with that huge smile whenever you are next to him, especially now that it has been weeks since you two wre together. Its not that strange you know..'
'What? Don't tell me.. Are you and Trunks..' Goku said eyes wide in surprise, a little bit too loud though since both Vegeta and Trunks turned around at the commotion.
'Ssh. Not so loud that the whole city can hear it!'
Goku grinned. He should have noticed. Every day his youngest son came home filled with stories about last nights, dancing and playing games and every day he was hopping through the house, eager for the upcoming evening out with his best friend. He should have seen it, the happy moods, the radiating Goten whenever he told his dad Trunks was coming over. Feeling a bit quilty about having not seen it, he lowered his eyes to the ground, examining his shoes.
'Hn.. maybe I should have told you on an other time. But I couldn't resist it when I saw you sitting with Vegeta in the back. Somehow, that image made me happy.'
Goku sighed deeply, a small smile playing around his lips. It felt strange that his son had seen things before he even had suspected it. But now he had mentioned his thoughts, saying exactly what Goku couldn't explain for weeks, perhaps months. He was indeed heavily affected by the prince. Especially sitting with him so close in the car had ignited his feelings. Just the mans smell alone had driven him almost mad. When he touched the saiyans knee when a large bump in the road lifted the car off the ground for a second he had almost jumped out of his skin.
'I know it, you know it.'
'Heh! I can't believe you are actually my son. Way too clever.'
'Heh, well. Maybe that's just mom's part.' He said patting his dad on a broad shoulder.
'Hey! Are you two nitwits coming are you going to have fun in the hall!'
Goten and Goku both turned their heads at the sudden bark of the saiyan prince. Vegeta turned on his heels and started walking through the heavy drapes into the damp human-filled room.
'Just play the game right. Now, let's go find out whats wrong.'
Nodding Goku walked after his son, still surprised at his clear findings.
Inside his breath was taken away. So many people, bodies sliding together, jumping in sync with the drums. Many had their eyes closed with a blessed look on their faces. Others were staring at their dance mates from underneath their eyebrows in an erotic game, gleaming with a light hue of sweat. The flashing white and bright blue lights making all look surreal and dreamlike. In the middle stood Vegeta looking at him. Staring at him, the music enhanced his emotions and feel his breath get stuck in his throat. This violent place, sparkling with energy fitted the ouji perfect. The dancing people, the music, the whole atmosphere of the place fitting him just as good as the tight black leather pants he was wearing.
Then Vegeta nodded, signaling to go to the bar at the right side of the entrance, he snapped out of his hypnoticed state and started walking after Vegeta, occasionally pushing people out of the way. The bartender radiated a huge smile and instantly smacked down two huge glasses of a blue substance. Goku watched the man as he walked away, winking at them. The he turned to Vegeta who shrugged and took his glass of the bar.
'Don't ask me Kakarot.'
'But..'
'Don't! I cant help you. I've never been here before and ever since I got in a few minutes ago, they've been treating me like some sort of a rich regular visitor.'
Remembering Vegeta's strange amnesia, Goku frowned and took his glass to sniff the shiny blue liquid, taking a small sip. He almost choked in the huge amount of alcohol present in the drink, burning the back of his throat. Looking at Vegeta who laughed at him, his eyes widened when he saw the prince down the glass in one second, not budging an inch. Vegeta slammed the glass on the bar and instantly got a new one. With the new one he challengingly held it up in front of Goku. Mumbling kanpai, Goku downed the glass, the alcohol raging to his mind, numbing him a bit. Coughing he put the glass on the bar and he too got an instant refill. With the new glass in his hand he turned to Vegeta.
'Don't challenge me when you're not used to alcohol Kakarot.' He said with a smirk, amused by the shock on the larger saiyans face. But he was proved wrong as he saw Goku down the next glass, not showing any signs on his face. Surprised by this sudden action he watched Goku slam down the glass, asking for another while staring at Vegeta. Closing in on the prince, Vegeta smirked as he saw a slight haze in the taller mans eyes.
'What did you say?'
'You should watch out with that stuff. The alcohol in one glass is enough to fry the last cells in your brain.'
'Watch me Vegeta..'
'Hey! You two! Get your saiyan asses up here!' Both instantly turned their heads to see both their young sons twisting and turning around eachother. Trunks one hand on his friends shoulder, rocking his hips against Goten, who began sliding down his body before going up again.
Feeling slightly tipsy Goku grinned. It had been a while since he last used his body like this, wondering if he still was that flexible and smooth like his son. Even better, try it out and move like that with Vegeta.
Grabbing Vegeta's wrist he pulled him to the place where his son was, making Vegeta almost choke in his drink with the sudden movement.
Once he found a relatively spacious spot he turned on his heels to face Vegeta with a challenging look on his face. Then the music suddenly exploded around him. A bit unsteady at first, he tried out a few steps, resulting in a-rhythmic wobbling and a frown from the still standing saiyan in front of him. But it took him just seconds to pick up the rythem, twisting his spine in a slow twirl, letting his hands slide down his neck and his chest. In a flash he was behind Vegeta, grabbing him from behind. Sinking through his knees, he slid his hands slowly up to Vegeta's hips and waist.
Vegeta froze at the sudden touch, feeling the younger saiyan smoothly work his chest up his back till he could feel a hot breath roll over his neck. From the corner of his eyes he saw his son dance in a sensual way with Goten, almost radiating eroticism in his movements. Behind the two he discovered a wall of large mirrors, in which he saw Goku do the same to him. He was the only one who stood still in surprise, watching strong hands move up his chest, belonging to a Kakarot who had his eyes closed, lost in the movement. It had felt like a dream to the saiyan prince, blinking to see that it all was real. That Goku was really here, almost making love to him with his nody, killing him slowly from inside. He never helt possible that the man could do this him. But it felt good, too good. The bass and the tunes flowed through his small body, soaking it in. Vegeta yielded and let himself being carried away in the motion when Goku slowly started swaying from behind him.
Vegeta turned around, looking the large saiyan in the eyes. When he saw nothing but shere happiness and affection in those clear black pools, he stared moving exactly the same. He slid his hand behind Goku's head, twining his fingers in the black unruly hair. Vegeta pressed his chest against Goku's, his spine causing his skin to slide over the smooth muscles underneath it. Then he swiftly turned around, challenging Goku to try and keep along with his pace. Goku grinned and with a slightly naughty look he tried to grasp Vegeta.
The missed grasp resulted in a quick spin of the ouji, sliding back at Goku, opening his shirt a little to cool down. The sight of the prince's exquisitely formed chest rippling through the shiny material made him highly excited and before Vegeta could react, Goku was right in his face. Swaying from side to side, Goku unbuttoned a part of his own shirt, one hand gliding down the material to his side. His free hand grabbed Vegeta's back pulling him closer to his chest. The reveiled skin from the prince, the smooth material of his shirt and his sweet, masculine scent filling his head, made his heart explode in his chest. Together they slid up and down in smooth moves again, staring in eachothers eyes. At that moment, their very existence seemed to be only this, here and now, these moves, with eachother, at this place, forgetting the world around them.
After a while they panted heavily, dry throats from excitement. Goku stopped moving slowly and finally took Vegeta by his hand to the bar for another drink. Leaning on the large metal plate, he ordered two drinks.
'These drinks are on me.'
Goku and Vegeta turned their heads to see a strange handsome young man with bright red hair smile at them.
'I've been watching you two for a while on the dancefloor and I've got to hand it to you two. You are marvelous! I've never seen anyone dance like that before. Not even those two hotshots over there.' He said, pointing at Trunks and Goten.
Holding the glass with the same blue substance they had before, the man held his one higher.
'Here's to the night! Right guys?'
'Hai!'
Both saiyans held up their glasses and took the obliged sip.
'I'm going to take a leak. Don't move, both of you.' The man dissapeared in the crowd to a dark corner.
'Strange man, don't you think so Vegeta?'
'Well, he seemed alright to me. He did give us free drinks didn't he.' Vegeta said turning to Goku.
'I don't see whats so bad about that.'
Suddenly Goku picked up a strange scent, smellin a bit like cinnamon but coming from Vegeta. He leaned forward to Vegeta's neck, trying to pick the smaller saiyan scent, but finding nothing but the familiar strong smell that was the prince.
'What do you think you're doing Kakarot.' Vegeta said in wonder, a bit nervous with Goku being so close to his chest, feeling his breath roll over his skin.
Goku snapped up his head up when he felt Vegeta's breath flow over his shoulders, enhancing the strange cinnamon smell. With large eyes he jumped back up, grabbing the glass and smelling it. The smell of heady cinnamon flowed through his nose, probably weak enough for a human to smell, but for a saiyan clearly present.
'What is it?'
'Your drink.. It smells like cinnamon.'
'Yeah, isnt yours like that?'
Goku lifted his own glass to his nose and then let Vegeta smell it, no trace of cinnamon was found. Suddenly Vegeta lifted his hand up to his head, clutching the iron railing in front of the bar.
'Vegeta! What's wrong?'
'I.. I don't know.. I feel so dizzy.'
Panicked he looked up at Goku, his eyes hazed and blurry. He just managed to grip Goku's shirt as he felt his legs weaken and slowly giving out from underneath him. Goku slid his arms around the prince, when a thought suddenly struck him like lightning on a clear day. Vegeta had taken a sip from the smelly drink and his powerlevel was slowly dropping. There was something completely wrong here, the drink, the strange man, the bartender saying it was his regular drink at the beginning of the evening, it added up to one conclusion. Vegeta had been poisoned. The prince groaned in his arms in pain, clutching his hair when sharp needles appeared to be piercing his skull. Panicked Goku send out a cry for help to his son, somewhere on the dancefloor.
Seconds later he and Trunks arrived, examining the moaning Vegeta in his arms.
'What happened Goku?' Trunks asked with a worried look on his face.
'What is wrong with dad? He looks miserable.'
'He drank from something we got offered by a man with red hair. Smell his glass, it smells like cinnamon. Remember I said this morning that he smelled like that? Second after he took a sip his legs gave out.'
Vegeta suddenly found himself able to stand again, feeling his power slowly glide back into his body. Surprised he looked up at Goku, noticing he was wrapped in two warm strong arms, holding him tight.
'Let go of me baka!' He snarled at a surprised looking Goku. 'Why are you holding me like this?'
Goku frowned, Goten and Trunks' eyes widening at the apparently completely healthy prince.
'Don't you remember Vegeta? You almost fased out and your legs gave out.'
'Don't give me crap Kakarot. I'm fine.'
'But Vegeta..'
'Nothing happened! I would have remembered wouldn't I?'
With a worried look on his face, Trunks turned to his father, who seemed completely unaware of what just happened.
'Tell us dad, what is the last thing you remember?'
'Why would you want to know that? I'm not old enough to go senile boy!'
'Just tell us okay?'
'Well, I was dancing with Kakarot and we walked over here to get a drink. Speaking of which, why isn't it here yet?'
'That's all?'
'That's all! Nothing more nothing less. Damn..my head hurts..'
A heavy feeling clutched his heart, making him realize that Vegeta had forgotten five minutes, his strange illness and now a headache, was all caused by that blue cinnamon substance. He only had taken a small gulp from it, but it had caused a heavy reaction.
'The man with red hair! He offered this to Vegeta! He must have poisened him! We have to find him now!'
Trunks and Goten nodded, the drink seeming the logical reason behind all this. They had to find the man and interogate him about it.
'Vegeta, you stay here and don't drink anything!'
'But what..'
'Just do it! Trunks, Goten, follow me!'
Goku ran off to the gents toilets, finding nobody there.
'Look here!' Trunks waved at them.
Staring out of a small window they just saw a flash of red hair dissapear in a flashy new black car, raging off with high speed.
'Damn..'
To be continued...
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