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Strange Happenings At Midnight Carnage Chapter 5 by Fair Drea "Do you think they've killed each other yet?" Drea laughed softly and leaned back against the strong wall of Goku's chest, watching dark gray, puffy clouds drift slowly overhead. They had found a secluded spot among the wildly colorful flowers and were sprawling over a large wooden bench. Drea sat between Goku's legs, her back pressed fully against his chest. With one arm wrapped loosely around her, Goku used the fingers from his free hand to brush through the long silky strands of her pale blonde hair. "Not yet." Drea turned her head to the side, contemplating the shape of a cloud. "Goku, do you know why Vegeta can't remember anything?" His fingers stilled in her hair, the blunt tips of his fingers resting on her scalp and sending delightful tingles down her neck. Unnerved by his sudden stillness, she turned in his arms. "Goku?" "Not really." He said, with a slow shake of his head. "He only goes as far as to say that he used to work for Frieza. But he stays quiet about what happened during that time. Well, aside from bragging about the planets he destroyed." Drea gasped and turned fully around to face him. "He worked for Frieza?! But why...how could he?!" Goku shrugged and began to work his fingers through her hair again. When he spoke, a trace of melancholia edged his words. "I don't know. There are times I really wish I did. It might explain a few things." Drea sighed. She laid her head on Goku's shoulder. The clouds passing grew darker and blocked the light from the sun. Thunder rolled softly in the distance, sounding more peaceful then threatening. "Smells like rain." Drea murmured, inhaling the scent of the impending storm mingling with the woodsy, masculine scent Goku carried. "I hope you two don't plan on sitting in that garden all night. You'll get soaked, though I highly doubt either of you would notice." Startled, the two jumped apart. Drea looked up to see Vegeta standing a few yards away, arms crossed over his chest. Refusing to glare at the man like she wanted to she forced herself to remember the way he used to be. She smiled cheerfully. After all, this was the Vegeta she had grown up with, weather he knew it or not. "Hey Vegeta. Did Jen find you?" "Why should it matter to you?" He asked in a voice dripping with scorn. The eyes that assessed her were those of a stranger. It almost made Drea feel as if she should be mourning the loss of a dear friend. "I was just wondering." Drea murmured. "I thought we had this discussion already brat. You're to stay out of mine and Jen's business." "Vegeta, knock it off." Goku warned. "She was just asking a question." Vegeta rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Yes, Jen found me. We talked. I left. Happy?" "No!" Drea exclaimed, jumping up from the bench and storming out of the garden, pinning Vegeta with an accusing glare as she passed him. Vegeta watched her until she disappeared then shook his head. "You know Kakarott..I used to think Bulma had terrible mood swings. I think these two women defiantly out do her." He turned back to face his friend only to find that Goku was laughing at him! "What the hell is so funny, Kakarott?" Goku stood and walked over to Vegeta, clapping a hand down on his back. "You may have changed a lot but she still knows you too well." His dark gaze sobered. "And so does Jen. Vegeta, do you honestly believe that whole scene was fake?" Vegeta didn't answer. Patients almost completely spent from having to deal with Vegeta and his attitude, Goku sighed warily. "Fine. You know what Vegeta? Believe whatever the hell you want to believe. I don't care anymore. But ask yourself this. What would you rather have? The life of anger and loneliness that you have now...or the life the Vegeta in that image had?" Goku turned his back on Vegeta to leave the bitter Sayian alone in the garden with only his thoughts to keep him company. Vegeta stared at the spot Goku had stood. Damn, lower class idiot had a point. He hated it when that happened. But he had to admit, life in that image, before war had come and destroyed it, was far better then it was now. He dug in his pocket and pulled out the wrinkled slip of paper with Jen's wish on it. A picture of a young woman in a dark, flowing dress flashed briefly in his mind. Concentrating hard, he tried to pull it back up but there was nothing. "Nothing at all." Vegeta stated dully. Muttering a soft curse, he shoved the paper back into his pocket and went to join Goku with the others. The wind picked up slightly and distant thunder rolled behind him as he walked through the lush gardens alone. He rounded the corner of the main temple building, not surprised to see that everyone had moved outside. Two new comers had joined the group. A tall dark haired man with tranquil blue eyes smiled as Serena clung tenaciously to him, ignoring the pink haired child glaring up at her. A slightly older girl with shoulder length black hair and dark observant eyes stood next to Amara and Michelle, hands folded demurely in front of her. A cold breeze swept through and many of the girls hugged themselves in attempts to stay warm. "I'm so sorry that I was being so bitchy to you. If I would have known." Vegeta looked up and saw Jen talking to Rei. The warm smile on her face stole his breath away. Now why couldn't she smile at him like that? "Don't worry about it Rei." Jen said, rubbing her arms brusquely over her arms. "It's understandable. I'm just glad we all remember each other again." "You should come over sometime, when it's less hectic. We could do readings together like we used to." Rei embraced Jen. "Sure thing hun. There's a certain arrogant man I would love to do reading on." She muttered softly, smiling as Rei chuckled. "I heard that woman." Vegeta remarked, folding his arms casually over his chest. Jen threw a glare over her shoulder at the Sayian Prince. "With ears that big, I'm not surprised." She bit out nastily. Vegeta's glower turned deadly. She immediately regretted her hasty come back. Kame, why did she feel this need to provoke him, to fight with him? Forcing a pleased, cat-like smile to her face, Jen turned back around, holding in a sigh of relief when she saw Trista standing at the top of the stairs, patiently waiting for everyone's attention. The group grew silent and Trista spoke up. "Now that you all know why you're here, it's important that you understand what exactly we are up against. This is no mere evil like you have grown accustomed to dealing with in the past. It's stronger and far more deadly. These combined powers not only posses the power to destroy the earth, but the entire universe as well if they should want to." "I'm sure that's exactly what they want to do." Jen muttered under her breath. Beside her Drea nodded solemnly. "You know what we're missing?" she asked, keeping her voice low so as not to disrupt Trista. "What?" Jen asked. "That foreboding music that always plays in movies when a general is sending his troops into war. You know, with the drums?" Taken off guard by Drea's comment, Jen burst out laughing. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand to stop the sound and gave Drea a stern look. Drea simply winked and gave her a smile, her own shoulders shaking with laughter. "You two find this amusing?" Trista asked, causing the two Sayian women to jump. "Ma'am, no ma'am!" Drea yelped before she could stop herself. Her blurted words sent Jen into another fit of uncontrollable giggles. Trista smiled and shook her head. "You two." she muttered. "Do you know what I find amusing? The fact that you two have done absolutely no training in the past nine years." Properly chastised, Drea and Jen sobered. "That wasn't entirely our fault." Jen argued. "We didn't know we were supposed to be training for anything." "Yeah." Drea piped up. "We had no idea we were warriors. Someone erased our memories. Now, who could have done something like that?" The two sisters smiled sweetly at Trista. The Time Guardian shook her head again. "Well, now would be a good time to start, don't you think? Goku, Vegeta?" The two Sayian men who had remained quiet for most of the day looked up. "You wouldn't mind training these two would you? They need to be taught to fight like the Sayians they are." "No problem." Goku said cheerfully. Vegeta's only answer was his ongoing silence. "It's settled then. I suggest you all start as soon as possible. From what I can tell the enemy is nowhere near us. They're waiting though. This fight will not be easily one." Nodding in unison the group said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. "I could hurt you right now, you know that?" Jen asked as she, Drea, Vegeta and Goku walked down the stone path away from the temples. She watched a few stray blossoms drift by her on the wind. Vegeta walked next to her, still silent, still angry. But at least, Jen noticed with a tiny smile, he was walking closer to her now. Walking next to her, with Goku's arms wrapped securely around her shoulders, Drea grinned. "Yeah, I know. But I couldn't help myself." She made a tired face. "Situations a bit to serious for me." "I know. Thanks Drea." Jen reached over and gave her sisters hand an affectionate squeeze. Drea nodded and squeezed back. "Any time Jen. So..where are we going to train?" She looked up at Goku, her heart fluttering for the millionth time that day as she took in the angles of his face, the disheveled hair. He turned kind, ebony eyes down to her and gave her his trademark grin. Yet another unsteady beat of the heart. "Well, I was thinking our place. When our..wives died," he explained in a hesitant voice, "Vegeta and I made a pretty large addition to my home and Vegeta moved in with his son, Trunks. You could stay with us. It's out in the middle of nowhere and there's tons of room to spar. But, it's up to you guys." Drea shrugged and looked over at Jen. "What do you think?" She asked, already knowing her answer. Stay at home in their large apartment, or stay with Goku? Hard choice. She watched Jen for an answer, noticing how the dark haired beauty glanced toward Vegeta as if expecting him to object. "Yeah. I think that would be a good idea." She agreed. Drea's smile faltered as she gazed at her sister. Something had happened between Jen and Vegeta. The tension was unbearably thick between them. Though curiosity tore away at her, Drea kept silent. She would talk to Jen later and hopefully be able to drag something from her. A large, solitary raindrop splashed against the tip of her nose, interrupting her thoughts. More rain fell, dotting the paved walkway. "Yey." Drea remarked dryly, shivering as more cold droplets landed upon her skin. Goku suddenly scooped her up into his arms and Drea released a startled gasp, clinging to him as he flew into the cloudy skies. "I'm pretty sure we can get back to your apartment before the storm hits." He said, adjusting his hold on her so that her body settled closer to his. "What about Jen and Vegeta?" Goku grinned and Drea's eyes went wide with realization. "You meant to leave them alone together!" Laughing, she snuggled closer to him, absorbing his warmth. "Very sneaky." "I just hope Vegeta doesn't try to kill me later for it." Goku muttered, only half joking. He looked down at Drea, his heart catching as he watched strands of silvery blonde hair blow into her striking cerulean eyes. "God, you're beautiful." He murmured. Startled, Drea's eyes widened. A shy smile curved her lips and she lowered her gaze. "I.ah, thank you." She almost whispered. Allowing her fingers to play lightly over the back of Goku's neck she once again raised her eyes hesitantly to him. "You know.." She murmured softly. "I can fly on my own." "Did you just remember that now?" Hearing the laughter in his smooth, gentle voice, Drea felt her cheeks heat from slight embarrassment. "You try sorting out a lifetime of memories that have been shoved into your brain in a matter of minutes." She muttered. Goku gave her a look that said "been there" and the rosy pink that stained her cheeks turned vibrant red. "Oh yeah." Goku chuckled pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "It's okay. I'm still remembering things too. A few minutes ago I just remembered how you and Jen put a frog in Vegeta's soup the first night we met you two." Drea smiled sadly. "I remember that." She threw a look over Goku's shoulder, watching the temple with its beautiful gardens grow further and further away. "I just wish Vegeta could." She said, thinking of the pain Jen was in. "He will." Goku assured her, hoping he was right. "It might take a while, but he'll come around." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* With her feet planted firmly on the hard ground, Jen watched Drea and Goku disappear with a sense of disbelief. They had actually left her..alone.with Vegeta! "Damn it!" she cursed softly, not so much as daring a glance in his direction. She could fly after them, couldn't she? Of course she could. She knew how to fly. But what if over the past nine years she had forgot how? She had managed to the other night, but that had been more of a freak accident really. And she wasn't about to test her flying skills now. Not in front of Vegeta. She could just picture herself jumping up and down in attempts to become air born. Not only would she humiliate herself, she would give Vegeta yet another reason to poke fun at her. Jen shook her head firmly. No. She would rather walk then hear Vegeta's cruel laughter directed at her. Decision made, Jen started walking. No sooner had she placed one foot in front of her than she found herself hauled into a pair of indecently strong arms. She turned her head and her breath left her in a sudden rush. Coal black eyes, dark as sin and filled with a mixture of amusement and cynicism stared back at her. "Vegeta.." She murmured warily. "Shut up brat." His voice was oddly affectionate when he spoke. He lifted from the ground with a burst of power and flew after Goku and Drea. "You're getting a free ride. I wouldn't complain about it much if I were you." Ducking her chin in efforts to hide her pleased smile, Jen slowly relaxed each taut muscle, enjoying the contrasting feel of the cold wind whipping at her face and the warmth radiating from Vegeta's body. As long as he couldn't see how much she enjoyed being this close to him she supposed it was safe to let her defenses down, at least for a little while. They flew in silence. Thunder rolled closer behind them. When the large apartment building loomed before them Jen couldn't stop the unexpected disappointment that settled uncomfortably within her. Soon she would be out of his arms and who knew the next time he would willingly allow her back into them. 'I thought you didn't care for his touch?' Damn inner voice again. Opting to ignore it, Jen looked up at her apartment seeing Drea waving cheerfully on the balcony with Goku behind her wearing a satisfied grin. She should have known those two had left her alone with Vegeta on purpose. They landed on the balcony. After holding her a few seconds more then necessary, Vegeta released Jen. Her body brushed against his and Jen felt her cheeks grow warm from the intimate contact. What she did next was far from what she wanted to do, but she had no choice. She valued her pride above everything. Making sure her icy fa�ade was firmly back in place; she raised her gaze to Vegeta. "Thanks for the lift." She said in a cool, even voice. Then she turned on her heal and went inside. Face falling with every tension filled second that passed between Jen and Vegeta; Drea couldn't stop her shoulders from drooping in defeat as she watched her friends retreating back. "Did you actually think that would work? Leaving us together like that?" Vegeta asked with a humorless laugh. Goku shrugged. "It was worth a try." "Come on guys." Drea rubbed her temples, willing away the ache forming behind her eyes. "Let's go inside. I'll make you something to eat." After making sure both men had enough food, Drea left them in the kitchen and started for her room to pack. She paused at her door and turned to look at Jens. Crossing the hallway she knocked softly on the door. "Jen?" No answer. She knocked again, a little harder this time. "Jen. It's Drea. Can I come in?" After waiting several minutes with still no reply Drea turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open. The large bed was littered with clothing, a large duffle bag sitting at the foot of the bed. "Jen?" A colorful piece of clothing flew across the room and landed in a heap in front of the duffle bag. With cautious steps Drea made her way across the floor and peered around the corner into the hallway that led to Jen's bathroom. Her raven-haired sister sat in the middle of the hallway, staring vacantly into her closet. "Jen..honey, are you okay?" Drea asked, slowly approaching her sister. Jen laughed, a hollow sound devoid of any emotion. "Me? Oh, I'm fine. The man I've loved since I was a child has no memory of me at all and instead of helping him I'm too damn prideful to suck it up and help him." Her face twisted in pain and tears collected in her vibrant jade eyes. "I'm freakin' peachy." Drea rushed forward and knelt next to Jen, pulling her trembling body into her embrace. "God Jen, don't cry." She crooned, smoothing a hand over Jen's silky black tresses. "This sucks Drea. I don't get him. For that matter I don't get me! Why am I acting this way? I mean..sometimes only for a few seconds he acts different and I swear I can see the Vegeta that I used to know. But instead of trying to help him I just turn cold." Jen turned her tear filled eyes to her sister. "How could he forget about what we had together?" Drea was not used to seeing Jen's control snap. She wracked her brain for anything she could do that would ease Jen's suffering. "I was talking to Goku earlier about this. He doesn't really know what happened or even how but he does know one thing. When Vegeta's planet was attacked he..something must have happened to him because he went to work for Frieza." Jen jerked out of Drea's hold and stared at her wide-eyed. "What?!" "Vegeta worked for Frieza. Maybe..maybe they brain washed him or something." She suggested lamely, hating the fact that she sounded like some kind of mad scientist. Jen gave Drea a skeptical look and the blond shrugged her shoulders with a helpless look. "It could have happened." "Maybe..no. Brainwashed Drea? Come on!" Jen went back to her unorganized packing, yanking a sweatshirt from its hanger and tossing it across the room. She wished there was some way she could gain some insight to Vegeta's situation, find out why the man she knew better then anyone, the man she had once shared an unshakable love with, couldn't remember his past with her. Couldn't or-. Pain ripped through her, feeling as if it were tearing her heart into tiny shreds. "Maybe he doesn't want to remember." She whispered. "Jen, no! Do NOT think like that. Vegeta may be a total jerk but he is not that brutal." Drea said firmly. "Look, it has been a really, REALLY long day. I'm sure you're having a hard enough time sorting out your own thoughts. Don't go trying to figure out Vegeta's too." Drea brushed a tear from Jen's face and smiled encouragingly. "Give him time hun. He'll come around." Jen sniffled. "What makes you so sure?" Then with a rueful grin she added. "And when did you become the calm collected one?" "I'm not sure. Give it till tomorrow. I'm positive I'll be back to my good old, melodramatic self by then." The comment came with a roll of her stormy blue eyes. "But I know Vegeta will remember some day. He's trying to. He tried to hide it when we were watching that vision, but I saw it. I saw his face. He wants to remember Jen." Assured by her friend's passionate speech, Jen nodded. "I know. I saw it too." She rotated her shoulders to relieve the aching muscles. "I think I'm going to stop being so you now." Drea made a face and tossed a shirt at Jen. "Smart ass." Jen laughed and Drea gave her a satisfied smile. Her job here was done. "Alright. I'm going to go pack." She stood up and stretched, arching her back. "Thanks Drea." "Anytime Jen Jen." The blonde turned and left the room, running right into Vegeta as she walked out the door. Vegeta glared at her. "Watch where you're going woman!" "Sorry Veggie-head." She said using the nickname she had made for him when they were children. She searched his charcoal eyes intently. "Nothing?" His lips twitched once, like he was trying not to smirk at her. "Aside from a strong urge to kick your scrawny little ass for calling me that..no, nothing." Drea sighed. "Maybe some other day." She murmured wistfully, moving around him and disappearing into her room. Vegeta shook his head in puzzlement. Crazy female. Or maybe he was the crazy one. He was, after all, going to bother Jen yet again. 'You'd think I would have learned my by now.' He though, then turned and walked into the lioness' den. Drea chuckled as she watched the Sayian Prince argue with himself. Hopefully it wouldn't take much longer for the two to overcome their pride and realize how deeply they felt for each other. Or maybe Vegeta would just, out of the blue, remember everything. That would be even better. With a shrug, she went to her closet. Forty-five minutes and over thirty outfits later, she pulled the zipper of her huge duffle bag close. "That should be everything." She murmured softly to herself, tossing the loaded bad effortlessly onto the bed. She made her way across the floor and stood in front of the large French doors. The storm was right over them now. Lightning split the skies with a deafening crack that shook the earth. Rain pattered against the glass in large drops, running in vein like patterns over the window. Drea raised her hand, following the path of one droplet with the tip of her nail. "What are you doing?" A voice asked softly behind her. Drea smiled as warmth flooded her. Goku's voice always seamed to have that effect on her. "Just watching the storm." She replied. His strong arms came around her waist and Drea sighed, dropping her head back against his shoulder. She loved it when he held her like this. His warm breath caressed her neck and she shivered. "Are you cold?" "What do you think?" Goku chuckled. "I was actually thinking we should go soon. The boys are going to be home tonight and I can't wait for you to meet them." His hands went to her hips and turned her to face him. "They'll love you, just like I do." He said, nuzzling her nose with his. Drea laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "That or I'll just be referred to as Dad's evil girlfriend." "No. They're way too nice for that. They're a lot like me." "Well then, I guess I'm in luck." Drea purred, raising up on her tiptoes and pressing her lips lightly to Goku's. His arms tightened around her and his tongue slid delicately along the seam of her lips. Drea willingly opened to him, eager to once again taste his sweetness. Goku barley maintained a hold on his self control when her tongue shyly caressed his. He had no idea what was even driving him. He'd never felt like this before. He could remember the passion they had shared in the past but never to this extent. He buried his hands in her thick hair, a growl of fervor forming in his throat. Was it normal to want someone this much? Even though he was wild with his need for her, Goku knew better then to take her like this. He would scare her. Shit, he was scaring himself! Fighting against the raging lust within him, he reluctantly pulled away. Drea stared up at him, gray-blue eyes wide and her lips swollen from his kiss. "I..I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." He stammered. Confusion filled the blondes eyes but was quickly replaced by understanding. "It's okay Goku." She whispered. Pulling him close, she wrapped her arms around his waist. "No. You deserve better then to be taken like some animal." Drea laughed softly. The melodious sound filled the room and eased Goku's mind. "Oh honey, that's just the Sayian in you. At least..I think it is." The Sayian in him? He'd never even thought of that! He pulled away from Drea and smiled down at her. "Thanks hun." "I've been getting that a lot today." Goku chuckled and brushed a strand of her silvery hair back behind her ear. "We should probably get going. Gohan, Goten and Trunks are supposed to be at the house in a half an hour." Drea gave him a quizzical look. "How are we supposed to get to your place in less then thirty minutes?" she asked, following him out of the room. Goku turned and winked at her. "You'll see." *~*~*~*~* Jen gazed at her reflection in the mirror and smirked, congratulating herself for being so clever. This should keep Vegeta away from her so that she could maintain some amount of sanity. She had chosen to wear navy, straight-legged sweat pants and a simple white t-shirt with a navy blue stripe across the chest. Definitely not an outfit that screamed, "Hey, feast your hungry eyes on this!" Laughing, Jen went into her bathroom to grab the last of her things. Her stocking clad feet slipped a little on the tiled floor. Stopping, Jen looked down at her feet. She had a little big of time for some much needed fun, didn't she? Jen slid her feet to one side, then to the other. With a wiggle of her well-curved hips, the raven-haired beauty tossed her inhibitions aside and began "dancing" on the tile surface. She was lost in her crazy dance, giggling with every near fall that she didn't even realize she was being watched. "What the hell is wrong with you woman?" "AHHHHHH!" Jen groaned in pain as her backside hit the tile. Her first thoughts? Vegeta was totally to blame for this. She glared up at the smirking man standing in her hallway. "What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen dancing before?!" "That's what you call that? It looked to me like you were having some kind of spasm." Vegeta remarked flippantly. With a disgusted sound, Jen got to her feet. "Well I was having fun." She muttered, brushing past him. "That is until you came and ruined it." Jen swallowed the startled gasp that almost escaped when Vegeta's hand clamped around her arm and he pushed her back against the wall. She was trapped. Instead of cowering before him like she was sure he expected her to do, she held his icy gaze with one of her own. Damned if she was going to back away from whatever challenge he was planning to throw at her. "Why do we do this?" Vegeta asked, taking Jen completely by surprise. She stared at him, unable to continue glaring at him. Although his eyes were still narrowed in slits, what he said came out sounding sincere, like he really wanted to know. She sighed, angry with him for making her feel the way she did, angry with herself for denying those feelings. "How the hell should I know Vegeta?" His hold on her arm loosened. "Because I know you don't want to act the way you do." He said, his voice low. "Oh do you?" Jen replied, her hackles starting to rise again. This man had a lot of nerve talking to her like this. She was the one who remembered everything! What right did he have to talk to her like he remembered her? "Well what do you plan on doing about it your highness?" His frown turned up in a smirk more devilish then anything. "This." He replied simply. A second later his lips came down on her, hard, bruising. With every fiber of her being she wanted to refuse him. She wanted nothing of this man until he finally remembered who she was. But the wanton in her screamed out for her to give in to him, to remember the passion that had burned between them. 'I can't! I just can't!' she screamed inwardly, forcing herself to not respond to his touch. 'But that's where you're wrong Jen. You can.and it's the easiest thing in the world.' Her inner voice called, using a tempting promise that Jen could not ignore. She gave in with a half sigh/ half moan, opening her mouth to his seeking tongue and digging her hands into his thick black hair. His body rubbed against hers and Jen's breath caught, white-hot sparks of desire going off in her mind and filling her with a need for more. She moved restlessly against him, her entire body aching for him. Vegeta grabbed her hips and lifted her, pushing her back harder against the wall. On their own accord, Jen's legs wrapped themselves around his waist. Her hands raked down his back, wanting to tear into the fabric, rip it free of his masculine body so there was nothing between them but skin. She felt the evidence of his lust for her rub intimately against the juncture of her thighs and Jen gasped, dropping her head back. His hot mouth moved to her neck. He licked and nipped at the tender flesh until Jen was reduced to a moaning, panting wild woman who wanted nothing more then to beg him to take her to the bed and make her hiss. One hand found it's way under her loose t-shirt and gripped one of her breasts. The feel of his calloused skin upon her more sensitive regions was erotic and only caused the ache in the pit of her stomach to intensify. She moved against him drawing from him a ragged gasp. Jen smiled and nipped at the sensitive lobe of his ear. "Vegeta..." "Oh shit! Sorry guys, we'll come back later!" The passionate haze that had surrounded them in their sensual embrace quickly evaporated. Although she was more then disappointed, Jen had to hide a smile as Vegeta muttered a string of incredibly colorful curses. He moved slowly away from her and placed her back on her feet. Jen was grateful for the wall to support her. Her legs were shaking and she highly doubted they would have done much good holding her up. "No..Drea." She called out, her voice wavering slightly. "Come back." Drea's head poked around the corner and the blonde grimaced. "I'm sorry! I didn't know...it's just that-." Her voice drifted away and she looked helplessly behind her at Goku. "We should get going. I'm sorry too guys, but our son's will be home soon and I'd like to be home when they get there." He blushed and rubbed the back of his head. "We should have warned you that we were coming in." "No shit." Vegeta barked harshly, causing the two intruders to jump. Jen turned and placed a hand on his strong arm. She felt as if they had crossed some invisible barrier between them and had at least reached some level of understanding. "Vegeta, give 'em a break. They didn't know." The Prince continued to glare but some of the anger flashing in his eyes died down. Jen suppressed a pleased grin. It felt good to know she had the ability to calm the angry Sayian, even if it was only for a moment. Reaching down, she grabbed her duffle back, trying to ignore the lingering ache of lust that burned deep down within her. "So how are we getting there? It's kind of pouring out." Drea looked up at Goku expectantly and the dark haired Sayian smiled brightly. "Instant transmission!" he stated simply. Drea stared blankly at him but Jen just shrugged and stepped forward. "I'm game. How do we do it?" Goku slipped his arm around Drea's waist, giving her a flirtatious wink. "Just place your hand on Drea's shoulder. Vegeta, you already know how this works." Vegeta's arm came around Jen, his fingers brushing dangerously close to the tender underside of her breast. Jen bit down on her lower lip to keep silent and shot him an evil look. It only made his smirk broaden. Rolling her eyes and finding it almost impossible to hide her amusement, she turned to watch Goku. "So now what?" Drea asked, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "Now you just wait." Goku raised two fingers to his forehead and his eyes narrowed in concentration. In a blur of color Jen's room disappeared and was replaced with the comfortable confines of a masculine living room. "Whoa.." Drea whispered, moving away from the group to step into the middle of the room. Large, overstuffed couches of beige leather circled around an oval oak coffee table scattered with a few books and sat several feet away from a large brick fireplace. There were toys of every kind laying strewn about the floor in the corner. Large picture windows looked out into a sprawling yard surrounded by trees. "That was amazing! How did you do that?" Jen asked excitedly, turning to Goku. Goku blushed and shrugged his broad shoulders. "It's a trick I picked up a while ago. I just concentrate on where I want to go..and..well, go there, I guess." Vegeta made a sound of disgust and rolled his eyes. "It's a technique Kakarott. You talk of it as if it's some cheap party trick." Drea formed a nasty retort in her mind and was opening her mouth to speak it when lightning crashed into the earth and the front door flew open. The startled blonde screamed as three rain soaked figures barreled through the open door and tackled her and Jen to the ground. "What the hell?!" Jen yelled, warding off a blow from a small fist that was directed at her face. "Knock it off!!" "Boys! Stop it!" Goku yelled, anger actually evident in his usually friendly tone. Immediately the struggling stopped and the weight of the three robust boys was lifted from the unsuspecting Sayian women. Jen sat up and lifted her gaze to a pair of startling blue eyes glaring at her in a way that was all too familiar. She couldn't help herself. She smiled at the angry youth. "Hi, you must be Trunks." She murmured, catching the boy off guard. "Oh! That would make you two Gohan and Goten then!" Drea said beside her, giving Goku's sons a cheerful smile. Obviously confused, the older of the boys looked up at Goku. "Hey dad..who are these women?" Jen sighed and tilted her head to rest on her blonde sister's shoulder. "Lord, it's gonna be a long night." [ Previous | Next Chapter ] |
