More Satisfying than a Snicker's Crunch
By: Kaineko
Disclaimer: I own nothing...not even my soul. That belongs to my creator.
Pairing: Vegeta x Goku
Lemon/Lime/Citrus: Well sorta but not really. Just read and find out.
This little fic is dedicated to Missfortune. It was inspired by her ficlet Organic Experience and Saiyan Sons Interlude: Mood Swings: The Roach. This is based on the Snicker's Crunch "Telemarketer" Commercial.
Enjoy

"Yes…yes…Kakarrot," Vegeta moaned as he thrust into the glorious tight heat of his lover. There was nothing in the world more pleasurable than Saturday morning nookie. He threw his head back groaning, on the brink of sweet release. "Unh, ohh…I'm about to cum."

RIIING!!

"Kuso" the irritated Ouji spat. "Who the hell would be calling this early in the morning?

He rolled off his lover, frustration evident on his handsome visage, but he made no attempt to answer the phone.

"It could be important Koi. You better get it." Came the voice of his lover.

He angrily reached over to the nightstand and picked up the phone. "This had damn sure better be life threatening" He growled into the receiver. The caller seemed oblivious to his irritation.

"Good Morning. This is Charles calling from McNeil Publications, Inc. Our records indicate that you have a subscription to Fighting Style Weekly Magazine…"

The ouji glanced at the clock on his nightstand. "Its 8 o'clock on a Saturday morning!" He said exasperatedly…"How dare you call this early with your nonsense?"

"Well, its 11 o'clock here in Gingertown." The voice responded, and continued his spiel.

Vegeta was beyond livid. One minute he had been on the brink of ecstasy, buried to the hilt inside his lover's searing body. The next he was listening to some half-wit moron go on and on about magazine subscriptions. Vegeta jumped off the bed and quickly slid on the pair of jeans that he'd worn the previous day, and a t-shirt. Goku looked confused, but got up and donned the thin cotton pants and shirt he had worn.

Vegeta walked to the balcony doors, phone still in hand, and pushed them open. Taking to the sky, he flew at top speed in the direction of McNeil Publications' headquarters. Goku was right on his heals.

He arrived within minutes, still holding the phone, still listening to the idiotic chatter of the telemarketer. He didn't even bother to use the front door. He instead crashed through the windows on the third floor. He scanned the room, looking for his target, ignoring the uneasy glares of the various employees. Suddenly, his keen Saiyajin hearing picked up on the voice of his intended. He followed the sound toward the far corner of the call center, Goku still following closely behind.

As he got closer, the phone began producing a weird double echo. He handed it to Goku but continued walking. Abruptly, Vegeta stopped at a desk, occupied by a medium build man, with short stringy brown hair, and pale skin. The man at the desk, Charles Alvarez, the nameplate read, was completely oblivious to his presence. Vegeta held up his hands toward Charles, palms facing out, glowing with ki.

"…and w/ your paid subscription you'll receive a personalized tote made from the finest…" Charles went on, still oblivious to the enraged Saiyajin prince standing beside him.

"What are you doing Koi?" Goku asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Declining his offer." Vegeta smirked…"FINAL FLASH!" He cried, releasing the ki he had been holding.

The room was suddenly filled with smoke and debris. The sprinklers came on, dousing everything with a strong mist of water. The other employees filed out of the exits, screaming about two crazy men with tails. Vegeta stood in the middle of the room with a very satisfied smirk on his face. Goku stood next to him completely astonished.

"That was more satisfying than a Snicker's crunch…"Vegeta chuckled.

Vegeta surveyed the damage his blast had caused, with a contented smirk. The smoke began to dissipate and the flying debris settled to the floor. Suddenly, his mouth dropped, and his face paled to a ghostly white. There, sitting in the middle of a pile of rubble was Charles.

"…Also, if you renew today, we'll throw in a second magazine at ½ off the cover price…" Charles continued.

"Shit! I can't even Final Flash your ass to hell. You damn telemarketers are exactly like roaches, you just will not die!!" He grumbled.

Goku shuddered, "I still hate roaches!"

~fin~