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Trap By chibi_vegeta Drabble Round 16; Sybarite [from the notorious luxury of the Sybarites] : voluptuary, sensualist 499 words. Son Goku put the finishing touches on the room, grinning like the fool everyone thought him to be as he looked over his handiwork. There was nothing left but to bait his prey into the trap he'd so meticulously laid. Stepping out of the mouth of the cave set in the sheer face the cracked mountainside, he brought two fingers to his forehead and phased out. **** "Hey, Vegeta!" The perky voice of the saiya-jin prince's rival, sounding suddenly next to him, startled Vegeta out of his kata and sent him stumbling to one side. Whirling, he snarled and curled a fist, shaking it just beneath the younger saiya-jin's nose. "What the hell is wrong with you, Kakarrot?!" "Heheh!" Goku laughed nervously. "Sorry, Vegeta! I just didn't want to be late for our spar." Vegeta grumbled. "I'll make you 'late'…" He left the threat hanging and moved to the door to the gravity room. "Well?" He turned, only to smack face first into the other saiya-jin's chest. Goku grinned down at the prince as he rubbed his nose and glowered daggers up at him. "I found us a new place to spar; c'mon! It's great!!" Without warning, the younger saiya-jin clapped a hand to the prince's shoulder and transported them. **** As Goku expected, the prince immediately lunged for him upon their reappearance some hundred meters above the ground. The spar went from abrupt annoyance on Vegeta's part to pure, joyous fury for both in a matter of moments. Soon moving at blurring speeds, the impact of fists and feet boomed out over the icy terrain below. Even saiya-jins tire, and in a matter of hours the prince and his pauper were panting and gasping as they drifted mid-air, bodies aching with exertion and the glow of pleasure that only comes with strenuous exercise or sex. Vegeta shivered as the sweat cooled from his skin, finally scowling around at their surroundings. "Where the hell are we, Kakarrot? Are you trying to give me pneumonia?" Goku grinned; this was the opportunity he'd waited for. "Nah, I know it's cold, but I set up a camp for us! Come on!" Flashing a smile at the prince, he turned and darted down to the half-hidden mouth of the cave he'd left just a few hours before. Vegeta followed, eyeing the younger of their species as he ducked into a narrow crevice. Goku watched as the saiya-jin no ouji took in the cave he'd so painstakingly transformed. The low light from a once blazing fire was all that lit the small space; illuminating thick oriental carpets that covered the floor, heavy colorful tapestries along with natural mineral columns defined the walls, and generous cushions created a snug nest of luxuriant warmth. Sprawling back onto the deep pile of cushions, Vegeta smirked up approvingly at the younger saiya-jin. "You, Kakarrot, are a sneaky sybaritic bastard of a third class saiya-jin." "Glad you like it, Vegeta." Goku grinned and closed in on his prey. Back to Guest Fiction Main Page / How Deep Can You Reach? |