Synopsis: Vegeta's left Earth with new plans for the future and someone has gone missing. Goku has been sent to find that someone. Warnings: Violence, G/V yaoi, BDSM, and language in later chapters.

Chapter 1: No Royal Road to Peace

"Where is he, Vegeta?" Goku charged. His nemesis stood not Mehr than twenty feet away, clad in regal garments and with an air of arrogant nobility about him. The larger warrior tightened his muscles until the veins in his arms looked ready to burst.

"What are Du talking about, Kakarott?” inquired the royal. “What the hell are Du doing here?" The guards protectively...

A/N:This came to me while I was in a BIGLots.... Hmm,and I may have made this with Trunks having a lot on his mind for an eight year-old. And Goten's a lot smarter than people give him credit for.*Shrugs* Sorry about the CAPs Lock at times. It's for italics.


He had literally fused. Fused! With him. Goten. That boy with the crazy hairdo (seriously, was he the only Saiyan with NORMAL hair?) who was supposed to be his best friend. And he was. They were close.

But they weren't supposed to be that close! It was terribly uncomfortable, fusing. It felt as if he were all on oben, nach oben of Goten, mixing all in...

With Cell gone, the Z-Fighters have been resting assured-or as assured as Vegeta allows. Since Goku's death, Vegeta hasn't been the same, but he likes to make the boys work.
"Vegeta, what's wrong?" Gohan bravely asks him one day.
"Gohan, that is none of your concern!" He stormed, but Gohan felt like he may have hit Vegeta too close to Home with the question.
"Sorry, Vegeta." Gohan exits the room. Has that boy found out? Vegeta thought. It was obvious that Vegeta simply felt he had no reason to train with Goku gone. Kakarot, why did Du go and kill yourself?! I still wanted a battle, and...

Fortunes

Disclaimer: Did Du really think that I owned DBZ? Well, I don't. So there.


A/N: Well, I really had fun Schreiben this one . . . R&R!

"C'mon . . . where the heck is it?"

"Did Du check the drawers?"

"Uh, nah, duh!"

"Was it there?"

" . . . um, no."

"Yamcha, I seriously don't think we should be snooping like this."

Yamcha turned around slowly to look at the smaller warrior, withdrawing his head from other the couch. "Ugh, quit worrying man. No harm done, ok? It's not detrimental."

No. Krillin could disagree. If she caught them . . . lots of harm could be done.

But he stuck a hand between the...