CHAPTER FOUR:

A NEW RIDE

Vegeta's hands flew across the sketchpad, his face laced in intricate concentration. It was always like this whenever he got the urge to paint or sketch. His mind was so focused on something, that he did not realize what he had set out to draw until he was done with it.

Now, let’s see what we have got here.

"Oh no! Not again..." With a frustrated sigh, he looked back at the dark, warm eyes of Goku staring back at him. This was the sixth sketch and it was always his face he ended up drawing. Ripping the paper away, he tore it to shreds and dumped it amongst the other pile he had created. Hopping off the window seat, he stomped with bare feet around his makeshift attic studio. Clad only in loose sweatpants, he growled in annoyance.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Can't you just stop thinking about him for one goddamn minute?

The answer to that was a silent ‘no’. It had been a week since he had last spoken to the dark haired wonder boy. Sure, he saw him on the streets and with his friends, but they had never really had another one-on-one conversation. Not that it mattered to Vegeta.

Hn, liar.

He was disappointed just a bit. He had hoped that maybe Goku would have wanted him to hang out with his friends for a while or just talk or something.

Why would he want to talk to you, Vegeta? He is in college and you haven't even gotten in yet. What could you possibly talk about!

"Shit! Enough of this!" Vegeta said aloud. I need to take a shower.

Climbing down into his room, he stripped off his pants and walked across the room naked to the bathroom. Turning on the shower to nearly scalding hot, he stepped under the spray and let his tortured mind roam.

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Heat. Perfect bodies drenched in hot sweat. Bodies sliding over each other, greedily sucking, biting, wanting more than just bodily contact.

Moans, grunts and  pants filled the air, as they both sort completion.

"AHHHH...Vegettaaaaa...." moaned Goku in a thick, lust filled voice. " Harder..."

"Yes, Goku...yes!" screamed back Vegeta, fulfilling his lover’s request.

Faster and harder, straining as pure lust and desire was etched on their faces. Bodies stretched taut as they both came violently.

"OH GOD! I LOVE YOU...." screamed Goku as he spilled his hot cream across his lover’s frantic hands.

"Oh, Goku...I love you too..." finished a satiated Vegeta as he released himself into his lover's body.

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"FUCK!" Vegeta screamed as the water suddenly turned cold. Turning off the shower quickly, he sagged weakly against the bathroom tiles collapsing with a moan on the floor. He had worked himself into an intense orgasm and didn't trust himself to walk for at least a few more minutes. This wasn't the first time he had done this. Heck, since the first night, it had been a reoccurring act. Images of Goku and himself having sex filled his mind constantly.

I am a fucking perv, he thought chuckling to himself.

Finally, getting himself out of the bathroom, he dried himself quickly and decided to go down and see if his parents needed any help. Serena was already throwing a house warming party, and had invited most of the neighbors. She seemed to have this fixation on the Jurai's though. Vegeta didn't get it, but he kind of figured that his mother wanted him to start dating Ayeka, their 17 yr old daughter. She wasn't bad to look at, at least from the little he had seen of her. She had long purple hair and  a figure that would have knocked any mere hot-blooded male off his feet. Problem was, Ayeka seemed to have no plans of encouraging Vegeta either, which was fine with him. Shrugging into his black t-shirt and his trusted pair of stonewashed jeans, he plodded down the stairs. He glanced idly at all the new decor his mom had lavished on the house. She had proudly displayed some of his paintings in the front lobby, intending to show everyone how ‘great’ her ‘Veggie-Chan’ was in the Fine Arts.

"Hey honey, Bye honey," gushed a flustered looking Serena, as she rushed past him.

"Hey, Mom..." was all Vegeta managed to get out, smiling at his mother’s disappearing backside.

"There you are, son!" came the booming voice of his father. "You wouldn't mind helping an old man out now, would you?"

"What’s the problem, Dad?"

"Oh come on out back and see," Vegeta Sr. gushed as he slapped a hand across his son's shoulders.

The two men walked through the daintily decorated living room, Vegeta Sr. mumbling something about too many damn decorations, opening up the back sliding doors to the pool and across that to the garage.

"Now son, if you would pull that other end of this baby."

The two Vegetas pulled at the huge cloth that covered something that looked to Vegeta to be a car. With the cloth removed, the men whistled and did a thorough look over of the gleaming cream-colored '69 Chevrolet. Vegeta Jr. ran his hands and fingers across the body of the car, enjoying the feel of the cool metal.

"Do you mind if I go in, Dad?" he asked with eyes firmly glued to the car, his mind already whirling with places he could go and how fast he could make this machine fly.

"Sure son! It’s all yours! "

Vegeta didn't need a second time to be told as he opened the car and dove into cool leather seats. It finally took a minute before his father's words sunk in.

"You m...mean...t… th...this car...is..." Vegeta began.

"Sure is! " Vegeta Sr. beamed happily. "Think of it as your going to college gift."

Compared to the banged up Camaro he had before, this was amazing. Vegeta flew out of the car and not caring if anyone saw or not, gave his Dad a bone-crushing hug.

"Wow, Dad! This is fucking unbelievable! I don't believe it! Can I take it for a test drive now? Please?"

"Umm...just don't tell your Mom that I sent you out though. She really needed us to help her out."

"Don't worry, Dad. I’ll be right back."

Without further ado, Vegeta backed out of the driveway, and not wanting to scare the neighbors, he began a slow crawl out on the street. Sliding hands over panels and controls, he couldn't help the grin that was firmly plastered on his face. He was so engrossed in figuring out how to work the radio, that the screams he heard sounded foggy to him.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Braking suddenly, he jerked out of his reverie and looked out in shock to see if he had hit anyone. Wiping a hand nervously across his thighs, he saw that the little girls hadn't been hurt.

Hmm, they look just like Goku.

Speaking of which, Goku had flown out the driveway and was stalking over to the car to give the driver a good lashing out on how to drive down the street. Nice car, was his wayward thought as he approached.

"Akira! Aeisha! Are you two okay?" Goku asked with worry, running hands down them to check for broken bones or anything. 

"Yeah," replied the girls.

"Right, I want you both to stay in the driveway. Understand? I don't want any more cars coming to scare you two."

"Okay."

Goku watched his sisters shuffle themselves to the house. Bracing himself, he turned to face the driver of the Chevy, only to stop short as he noticed Vegeta leaning against the side door, hands shoved in his jeans with his legs crossed and a smirk on his face.

"You should pay more attention to your sisters, Goku,"  he drawled. "I almost ran them down."

Kami! He looks great, Goku thought.

Shaking his head quickly, he stuck his hands into his own pockets, rocking back on his heels and quirking his head to the side, he gave a similar smirk to match Vegeta's and drawled. "I would have kicked the living shit out of you."

"I would like to see you try," replied Vegeta, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"It would be my pleasure, anytime," Goku said, devilish delight laced in his voice.

"KAKARROT!"

Both boys winced at the loudness of the call. Vegeta saw a quick flash of pain pass through Goku's face before it was replaced with his normal cheerful countenance.

"COMING DAD!" he screamed back.

"Hmm...nice ride, Vegeta. Guess you owe me a ride in it sometime."

Vegeta tried hard to hide his flush of pleasure at the thought that Goku would want to ride with him. Twiddling the keys in his hands, he replied softly, "Sure...whenever you want."

"Bye then." Vegeta watched Goku stroll into his house, noticing with a rapidly hot face, the sway of his hips and the powerful way his shoulders moved. Jumping away from the car with a start, he got back into it and drove around for a while, trying not to think too hard about his upcoming trip with the handsome boy.

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The party was a bore. Plain and simple. Vegeta had to sit through an hour of gushing from his mother on all his wonderful qualities and getting a lot more gushes from the guests as well. He recognized many of the neighbors, but surprisingly he hadn't seen Goku's father come in. He had caught glimpses of the elusive man, amazed at how much he and Goku looked alike. He almost thought that he was his older brother at least.

Downing his fourth or fifth glass of Chardonnay, much to the chagrin of his mother, he began to make his way towards Ayeka. Before he could get there though, his father grabbed him by the shoulders and gushed loudly to the group of men surrounding him.

"This here, gentlemen," he began "is the reason why Harvard will be one more student smarter!"

Vegeta could smell the alcohol on his father’s breath and he winced. If his mom found out that his dad had been overdoing it again, you could be sure there would be a big fight that night.

"Tell 'em son! Tell 'em what your high school graduation GPA average was!"

"Umm...Dad..."

"4.0! 4.0!! Can you believe it! The school said if they had any way to make it higher, they would have given it to him!" Vegeta Sr. went off into guffaws of laughter, to his son’s embarrassment and the discomfort of the other men.

Finally shaking himself away from his father’s death grip, he caught the daggers his mother was shooting at he and his father.

Escape. I need to get away from here.

Walking quickly, he grabbed his car keys and stalked out of the house, before his mother could spot him. Grabbing in a lungful of fresh air, he slid gratefully into the comfort of the Chevy and began driving slowly out of the street. As he approached Goku's house, he saw Goku, Yamcha and Piccolo talking in front of his front porch. Not knowing why he slowed down, he waved over to Goku. For a minute, he did not receive any reply as the boys looked over at him.

Great. He is going to ignore me, he thought miserably.

He watched as Goku spoke to the others in hushed tones and then dashed into the house. Vegeta felt himself flush in embarrassment and anger. He was just about to take off, when the door reopened and Goku strode out putting on a leather jacket and began walking towards him.

Vegeta felt his breath come in short gasps.

He's coming. I don't believe it! He's actually coming.

Goku strode over to the car and opened the door, making himself comfortable in the passenger’s seat. He stuck his head out the window and waved to his friends.

"See you guys later!"

Yamcha and Piccolo waved back with puzzled looks on their faces, almost making Vegeta laugh… if it wasn't for the fact that Goku was seating just a few inches away from him.

"Well... what are we waiting for? Are you going to drive this baby or what?" Goku asked with the devilish glint back in his eyes.

Vegeta grinned back with pure pleasure.

Freedom!! This is what I crave!

And with a smirk lighting his handsome face, he slammed his feet on the brakes, both boys giving loud ‘WHOOO HOOOO!!s’ as the car sped off into the night.