You're Crazy: Chapter 5

Chapter 5- You what?!

(Back to Vegeta's POV)

I creep into the house at around 2:30 in the morning and quietly make my way over to Speedan's bedside. He's sleeping lightly and I smile at the image, being sure to capture it, knowing that soon he'll lose that innocent face and mind and how I'll have some ass to kick then.

I hear his radio playing in the background; he can't seem to sleep without it. The lyrics make remind me of when I was a few years younger and I have to fight myself from punching the wall in my anger. I turn the radio off instead.

Not wanting to waste another moment and certainly not wanting to wake my father, I shake my brother lightly until he wakes up.

He yawns widely, “Yeah,” he says groggily, sitting up in the dim light of the lamp I'd turned on, wiping his eyes off to see better.

I handed him a bag and waited for him to open it. When he did, the smile on his face was well worth the price of the items. The best sweets in all of Vegetasai, and most expensive, bought with my own money so that he could have some other than the perfect diet we royals must follow.

He and I share the items and I listen to him talk about what he did while I was gone, what my father did, and all about the new company in the household.

Sometimes living in a huge castle as its royalty has its drawbacks. Though, yes, we do have all the money in the world and all the options we can conceive, its not as though we actually have a choice to do anything other than what the people want us to do. Growing up I always got the best in toys, the best in equipment, the best in education, the best in everything, but it doesn't matter so much what you get, as who you get it from. My nibbeen's (ma'am, what I called my mom) presents, though small, were always the most important to me. My father's lessons, though harsh, were always my most well learned. I know Speed looks up to me, which is also part of the reason why I'm going through with this whole “look for a mate” situation. Just because my past wasn't perfect, doesn't mean that I should let that get in the way of the role model I play for him. He deserves more. Only him.

“She's pretty don't you think?” Speedan chews on his caramel bite.

“Hn,” I answer, not wishing to compliment her, I don't know her.

Speed rolled his eyes much like he's seen me do. “I guess we'll talk about this again when you've had the time to figure out how you feel like feeling about Tiffany.”

I glare at him for mocking me for making my decisions after careful consideration and contemplation. “We will,” I shoved him into the bed for payback.

He sat back up laughing, “ So, did you find anyone you liked…” He stuck his tongue out at me, obviously hoping I'd say no.

I chuckled at the motion, observing how he looked so much like nibbeen, much more so than I, especially with his blue eyes. “Actually,” I raised my eyebrows twice in implication and he punched me in the chest screaming “GROOOSSSSSS!” I laughed, grabbing his hand and pinning it behind him to give him time to cool off as he continued to voice his opinion strongly. At least he can't be persuaded to back down when he makes a decision about something. That could be to his advantage in the future.

“Please tell me you're kidding!” he continued to stick his tongue out, then pretended like he didn't want to touch me for fear of getting the other persons essence on himself.

I remained quiet for a bit, letting him dig into the food to try and calm his own raging thoughts as I smirked inwardly at how I'd treated Bardock's son. I wondered if he'd tell his father, I wonder if he father will care, and I imagine what he'll say tomorrow when he calls. At that last thought I chuckled out loud and Speedan gave me his best quizzical look.

“You'll meet him soon, I'm sure,” I lifted his chin up as I stood up off of the bed to prepare my leave. I grabbed the bag of food and stuffed it under his bed, his protests faltering when I glared at him again and told him he had to go to bed so he could train well the next day. I tucked him in, much like my father used to do to me, and then left promptly, turning the radio back on.

I tried desperately to get the third-class off my mind, wondering what my father would say in response, wondering how the others, my comrades and bodyguards as well as other officials, would react themselves. What will they all think?

I don't even know what I think, all I know is that if I don't try to get the small amount of sleep I usually do, I'm not going to be able to train tomorrow.

**

I couldn't sleep at all last night, and now Raditz is giving me weird looks, as though I have a horn growing in the middle of my forehead. I check to make sure, and he takes it as me smacking myself.

“What the hell is wrong Kakarot?” Raditz pokes at me with his fork before continuing to eat his breakfast.

Oh great, he really thinks I'm messed up; he actually called me by my name, “Nothing, why do you ask?”

“You went out last night and I hear you walked off with some unknown Saiyan pretty boy.”

“And?” I'm not getting the point.

“And? And what happened, how did you two get together, you haven't said a word. Did you even get any? How hot was this guy anyways, I kept getting calls all last night about him, he might as well have been the prince!”

I laugh, he just wanted all the juicy details, “Well,” I ponder all his questions for a moment. “Nothing happened, we just danced and talked briefly…”

Raditz's face dimmed a bit, hoping I'd have a more interesting story to tell.

“He did give me his phone number though,” I chuckle, looking at my hand, reading the numbers as I had done the night before to fall asleep “547-1998…”, then I showed Raditz.

He looked at my hand curiously, “So, what's his name?”

I blushed uncontrollably, pulling my hand back, “I… I don't know.”

“What!?”

“He wouldn't tell me!” I whined, “I asked him, he just refused to tell me, but gave me his number and told me to call him today.”

Raditz paused, “Are you sure it's his number, he could just be messing with you, making you feel stupid?”

“Oh, I hope it is,” I sigh, dreamily; not wanting to believe the stranger would do something like that. He seemed believable, like someone who was good about keeping his word.

Raditz rolled his eyes at me, “Okay, tell me how that turns out.”

“I will,” I smile as I begin to dig into my food once more.

After breakfast Raditz got a call to turn on the television set immediately from our father.

We sat on the couch waiting; apparently the king had made some sort of announcement…

“… And it's true. King Vegeta had just issued that the oldest prince of Vegetasai is looking for a mate.” Raditz and I balk at this news, seeing a picture of the gorgeous man pop up on the screen, “ Also, there will be a tournament held within the Palace walls in celebration of the Young Prince's safe and promising return.”

Another announcer broke in, “Yeah so I'd bet anything Prince Vegeta's looking for the best of the best, I'd enter that tournament if I thought I had a chance,” his handsome face chuckled.

“You already have a mate,” The other announcer teased.

“I know, don't kill me Malikai…” He straightened his tie, grinning obscenely.

“…” Rasitz turned off the TV, still having a hard time putting his jaw back in place.

“A mate…” I whisper after catching my breath.

“Yeah…” Raditz looked at me as I began to shake uncontrollably in joy and excitement.

“We're entering, aren't we?” I look up at my taller brother with puppy dog eyes and he finds it difficult with such promising gossip still fresh in his mind.

He was silent, probably deciding whether he would or not. I don't care if he's not going to, I sure as hell am, “Yes, actually, I think Cibic wants us to. Why else would he have told us to turn on the news so abruptly?”

“You think he wants us to have a chance with the prince?” I can't believe what was happening.

Raditz rolled his eyes, “No, airhead, he wants us to win the tournament—or, he wants you to win the tournament so that his name will be credited instead of slandered.”

“Oh,” my happiness falls a bit, and then rises because I'm still going, then falls when I think about Mystery Boy. Certainly he heard the news too, he won't want to talk to me when the prince is out there ready for a new relationship, I don't even know how I feel about all this.

A few hours of training later, I finally decide to rest up and take a shower. When I walk into the kitchen, house phone in hand, I try to think of something to say to him. How to at least answer the phone.

I grab a sports drink and head to the dining room table. I then promptly decide to wing the whole thing and hope it turns out all right.

I dial the number.

**

Speedan kicks his feet watching his older brother beat the shit out of everyone in the room all by himself. “He's amazing…” Speed thought before a buzzing phone caught him off guard.

It was his brothers and there was no caller ID but he decided to answer anyways.

“Hello?” His young voice chimed, still kicking his short legs back and forth.

“Uh… Hello?”

“Hi.”

“Who is this?”

“Who are you?”

“Um…”

“OH!” it hit him, “You're Kakarot, aren't you? Hold on let me get my brother,” Speedan said, and then yelled out to his brother as loud as he could “VEGETAAAAAAAAAAAA. THE PHONE'S FOR YOU!”

Goku paused, “VEGETA?!”