HALLOWEEN 2:

Goku was getting frantic now. They had been searching for Vegeta for the past hour and there was still no sign of him. He noticed that the kids were getting pretty tired and placing two fingers to his forehead, he transmitted them directly back to the Capsule Corp. compounds, banging on the door loudly to get Bulma’s attention.

“What the fuck is it?!” She yelled in irritation, covered in frosting and flour, as she opened up the door to see a frantic-looking Goku and two sleepy children. “What happened, Goku? Where is Vegeta?!”

“I don’t know, Bulma, but I intend to look for him. May Goten stay over until I get back?”

“Sure he can…but where could he have gone to?” she asked, taking the kids away from the already retreating man. Goku shrugged and gave a tiny smile before powering up and taking off into the cool, crisp night sky.

“Be careful.” Bulma whispered as she waved after him.

~*~*~*~*~

Goku flew aimlessly, trying to sense Vegeta’s ki. He was concentrating so much that he failed to notice his name being called until the figure blocked his path. Screeching to a halt, Goku stared blankly at the weird-looking spacesuit-clad figure in front of him.

“Hey, dad! It’s me!” The voice said cheerfully. Seeing the blank look on the other man’s face, he sighed and said, “Gohan…”

“Oh! Hiya, Gohan!!” Goku replied, slapping a hand across his older son’s back. “Nice costume.”

“Yeah…thanks. So where are you off to?”

“Oh…right! I was going to look for Vegeta.” Goku answered, the frown appearing back on his face. “He was ‘trick or treating’ with us and he just vanished. We have been searching for him all evening. You wouldn’t happen to have seen him, now, have you?”

“No….I was on my way to Videl’s Halloween party, but I guess I could help you for a while, if that’s okay with you?”

“Sure! Just try to focus on his ki, maybe you will have more luck than I did.”

Nodding in response, both men set off again, trying to pinpoint the location of their elusive prince.

~*~*~*~*~

“We are here, Ouji-Sama.” Sevan said, opening the carriage doors and leading the shocked man out towards the amazing sight before him.

Vegeta gaped at the magnificence, the decadence and the splendor before him in awe. This was his castle, his home on Vegetasei, just like he remembered it. The castle was draped in the richest of decorations. The luscious and fertile grounds sparkled with exotic plants and animals, all lending their own unique scents to the gaily-lit estate. Fireworks sparkled through the air, accompanied by the ooo’s and aah’s of the people….the SAIYAN people, all dressed in their finest. Every window was lit and Vegeta could spy the guests as they made their way across the rooms and grounds, drinking, eating or just talking. A loud roar was heard from his left and he knew without a doubt that a celebratory fight was taking place at the moment. Feeling his blood boil with excitement and anticipation, he turned sparkling eyes to his companion and tried to say something coherent.

“This is all for you, my prince. Your every wish and desire, here for the taking.”

Vegeta frowned a bit. His every wish and desire, yes, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something, something that was bound to make this whole surreal night even better.

“There is one more thing that I need, Sevan.” figuring out that he was in some sort of magical place and that the lanky warrior could grant his requests.

“Oh? And what would that be, my lord?” The man asked raising eyebrows in question.

“Uum….” Vegeta began, feeling his face flush. ~ Kuso! I am the prince! I don’t have to feel embarrassed! ~ “I wish for the one named Kakkarrot to be here with me.” He finally blurted out in a rush, mad at himself for feeling his skin heat up.

Sevan smiled knowingly and then with a snap of his fingers, he grinned.

“It has been done, your majesty. The one named Kakkarot has been summoned.”

Vegeta spun around looking for the telltale spiky locks, feeling his heart thud painfully against his chest. Finally, he could show Kakarrot what the true Saiyan race was like and perhaps finally…finally…claim him for himself, without the useless distractions that faced them in Chikyuu.

He scowled in consternation when he saw no one.

“I do not see him.” He snapped in irritation, folding his arms across his now fully clothed body. He jerked in realization as he stared at his shiny new regalia. He was now dressed in his complete Saiyan uniform, except that he now had the flowing purple cape laced at his neck with the Royal House brooch in solid gold. Contrasting sharply with the white uniform, complete with brand new gold tipped boots, he looked splendid indeed. Grinning stupidly at his outfit, he spun around a few times before falling flat on his face. ~ Kuso! What is this? ~ Thinking that the cape was the reason for his fall, he grumbled something about useless extra material and then dropped his jaw in surprise as something long, furry and warm snaked itself around his waist.

“M…mm…mm..yy…” He tried to stutter out, wriggling the offending item behind him a few times. How the hell had this happened? He hadn’t even felt it appear back. This was beyond his wildest belief!

“Yes, my lord. Your tail.” Sevan finished for him, smiling softly at the excited man.

“YES!! I AM ALIVE AGAIN!!” Vegeta howled in joy, grasping the other man’s arms in excitement. Spinning around and flashing pearly canines, he said cheerfully, “What are we waiting for, Sevan? Let’s get to the show!!!”

~*~*~*~*~

Goku and Gohan were about to give up on the search. They had combed the entire city and its environs and had come up with nothing. Gohan watched as his father’s face seemed to age with worry and something close to longing. He knew that his father had been harboring some feelings for the short-tempered prince, but to what extent, he never knew. Placing strong hands on his father’s shoulders, he said softly,

“Don’t worry, dad, I am sure we will find…what the…?!!” He suddenly exclaimed, as his father began to eerily fade in and out.

“Gohan!!” Goku screamed in fear. “What is happening to me?!”

“I don’t know, dad!!” Gohan screamed as well, beginning to feel the first signs of panic.

“Help me, Gohan!!” Goku yelled, trying to grasp his son’s hands as he felt himself fade out again.

“Hang on, dad! Dammit! What do I do?!! NOOOO!!” He howled as he watched his father completely disappear into thin air. “FATHER!! WHERE ARE YOU?!! FATHERRRRR!!”

~*~*~*~*~

Goku opened up his eyes slowly, groaning softly at the crick in his neck. Rubbing his hands gently against the skin, he took in his surroundings. He was in what looked to be a large room filled with….nothing. The only source of light came from a tiny window at the top of a ceiling that seemed miles away. ~ How the hell did I get here? ~ The last thing he remembered was flying with Gohan looking for Vegeta and then…poof!! He was here….

“AH! I see that you are awake!” came the shrill voice of a very tiny and old-looking person. He was dressed in a uniform that looked eerily familiar to Goku and his eyes looked like they contained a lot of knowledge. Limping into the room, from a door that seemed to appear from thin air, the old man leaned heavily on his walking stick and grinned ferally at him. Cringing away from the predatory look, Goku squirmed and tried to look away, but found out with a sense of panic, that he was unable to.

“You must be the one named Kakkarrot. Yes…you will serve our purposes well.” The man grinned, beginning to cackle in sinister laughter. “Yes, Kakkarrot, you will do just fine!” And with that, he began to approach the paralyzed man on the floor, chanting softly beneath his breath as he took complete and total control over the mind of the pure-hearted Saiyan.

~*~*~*~*~

Vegeta belched in content as he drank his fifth glass of the rich and refreshing blood, wiping a hand across his lips and raising his glass for a refill. Grinning happily, he watched the warriors in the battle royale, each fighting for a chance to claim the top prize; a chance at being a personal sparring partner with him. The crowd howled in pure excitement as each fighter was pounded or beaten into submission. He was seated in the royal box, along with several of his father’s trusted servants and loyal subjects. Not once, did he question the fact that his own father, the Ou, was nowhere to be seen. In fact, he felt no need to question anything at the moment. He was having way too much fun.

Vegeta was in heaven. He couldn’t believe that this was all happening to him. And to make things even better, Kakkarrot was bound to show up at any minute. Licking his lips slowly, he let his mind wander into sinful thoughts that involved making the other Saiyan scream out in pure and complete desire and lust for him and only him. ~ Odd, how the whole evening had started out with ‘trick or treating’ and now this. ~

Suddenly his nose picked up that familiar and distinct scent. The one he could recognize anywhere and any time. Spinning around on his seat, quickly, he suddenly felt his knees go weak and his breath rush out of his lungs as he drank in the tall uniform-clad Saiyan that slowly approached him. Not realizing that he was emitting soft whimpers, he watched, paralyzed, as the spiky-haired man lowered his lashes and knelt in respect to the speechless prince.

“Ouji-sama.” He drawled huskily, raising his head to stare deeply into the dark eyes before him, smirking slightly at the dazed expression on the prince’s face.

Vegeta couldn’t speak. ~ Kami! He is…he is… beautiful! ~ His mind whirled at the sexuality that Kakkarot seemed to ooze out. His entire body language seemed to scream out ‘Take me, right now!’, and quite frankly, Vegeta was more than ready to comply. He watched as the taller man stood up and making sure that Vegeta got a very good look at his powerful thighs clad in the skintight material, he spun around and stared at the ruckus in the arena below him.

Vegeta swallowed and realized that his face was flush and his hands were trembling. Picking up his cup, he gulped the remaining thick liquid and was suddenly startled as Sevan leaned over and whispered in his ear,

“Does he not please my lord?”

~ Not please him?! What the hell is he talking about!! I want the bastard!! ~

“ Uum…he is just fine…”He felt himself get hot again at the words he had used. Stealing a glance at the object of his lust again, he studied the somewhat changed man. Kakkarot well, looked like Kakkarrot….a true Saiyan, not the simpleton of the earth-raised Goku. The man before him seemed even more assured, more confident, more…Chikuso! Saiyan. It was then that he saw the furry appendage that swung gently behind the other man. ~ He has his tail back, too!! ~ His eyes followed the swishing movements from side-to-side, wanting to touch and feel those fine brown hairs beneath his fingers. Needing to feel him, period. He gasped as Kakkarrot turned towards him again with that same devilish glint in his eye, smiling softly at him, cajoling him, drawing him in with promises of untold passion.

Finally unable to take it anymore, Vegeta got up from his seat and speaking rapidly to Sevan, without taking his eyes off the waiting man in front of him, he said,

“Sevan…Please let the fight go on without me…. I have a similar one to go to myself.” He drawled lazily as he got close to Kakkarrot. Shutting his eyes, he leaned in to the potent scent of the man and inhaled slowly, reaching behind to run his fingers through the fine, brown hairs of his tail. He smiled as he heard the tiny groan from the man he needed and slowly opening his eyes, he whispered softly,

“Come, Kakkarrot. I have much to show you.”