A/N: Sorry, school knocked me out. I actually put a dead line for myself, which was nearly three weeks ago. Funny how boring stuff takes so much of your time.
And a huge thank you to MrsVegetaOuji for beta-reading!

Surprise after surprise

The morning sun shone through the curtains and heated up his face, arms and legs. Goku tossed in the bed and pulled the duvet closer to him, sighing in contentment. The door to the bedroom opened and small pair of feet tip-toed over to him, where he laid slumbering. "Psst, dad, it's breakfast. Mum's got a visitor and she wants you to dress properly. No eating in underwear." The kid snickered when his father's eyes snapped open on the mention of food. "Huh?" Goku answered groggily, finally focusing on the boy in front of him.

"B-R-E-A-K-F-A-S-T." Gohan spelled out for his father. Goku groaned as he sat up, and still groggy from last night's sleep scratched his head and asked, "W't time 's it?" "Eight."

"I'll be there in a moment." While Gohan hurried out of the room Goku sat, head in his hands, unmoving. Last night was a blur, he didn't know what had been and what might be a piece of his imagination. Cat… had she been here? He could smell her scent, so maybe she had…Where was she now? He traced her energy signal and pin-pointed her location; Capsule Corp with Vegeta and Trunks. Maybe he and Gohan should go check up on them, just to see if the house was still standing. A small smile crept upon his face and he began to dress. It really hadn't been wise of Bulma to leave the two of them there, as a matter of fact a bet was going around in the gang about how much Bulma would have to pay for reparations when she got home, but he didn't know much more than that.

As usual he wore the orange gi. When he walked down the stairs towards the dining room, his son, wife and the guest had already taken a seat and started the meal. Slowly he made his way towards the only available chair in the dining room.

"Morning." He managed to utter it in a somewhat positive manner before he sat down. The breakfast continued in awkward silence. Goku tried, unsuccessfully, to hide his staring at the man. He was in his late forties, greying hair and blue eyes. The clothes he wore were wrinkle-free, but not exclusive. Though compared to him the man's manners were equal to that of a proper prince. One thing that puzzled him the most though was the scent, he didn't have any, or at least not one he could detect. That had never happened before. Goku sniffed in one more time, still staring the nervous man right in the eyes and… nothing. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and received a 'look' from Chi Chi, the one that said 'Behave, or else' in a very threatening tone. He obliged, even though it was more because of his son than anything else.

Reluctantly, Goku concentrated on his food instead; he still had about half the plate left. Goku's fork picked in the food, without bringing something up to his mouth. He had lost all interest in food. Gohan sent him a worried look, him not wanting to eat couldn't be good.

Quickly he sent his son a reassuring smile and started eating, a little slower than normal (still fast compared to a human), but it calmed his son. Now and then he sent the man in front of him uneasy looks, was he the one Chi Chi spent her nights with? No it couldn't be, he'd recognise the smell, wouldn't he?

Goku finished off the last bit and to his surprise discovered that Gohan was gone, he must've left without him noticing. Two pairs of eyes met his and he cleared his throat. Before he could say something Chi Chi interrupted him, "Goku dear, this is Mr. Reyes, " She took a deep breath "Katima's father"

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"Where's Trunks?" Vegeta winced inwardly as he asked. Cat threw him a funny look from the kitchen, "I thought you didn't care… He's in his room, sleeping."

"Hn." She sighed at his short reply. "You know, I'm looking forward to the day when you'll start using actual words to communicate." Staying silent he watched Cat finish making her breakfast. Instead of looking for a chair to sit on she sat down on the floor and levitated about a half meter over the ground, just high enough for her to be able to eat by the table. Wavering slightly, she put the bowl down on the table and shut her eyes in concentration. She regained the control and opened her eyes to frown at him. At Vegeta's quirked eyebrow Cat replied, "Just tell me what it is you want to know, I can't handle you looking at me like that."

"Like what?" He smirked at the frustrated growl coming from Cat. "Fine…You were at Kakarot's last night, am I right?" Cat gave a sceptical nod, she still wasn't quite used to the thought that Vegeta and Goku weren't humans, that they could smell were you'd been. A tad creepy really. She sat, waiting for the question, but it never came. Cat looked up from her bowl and found Vegeta's eyes. "The question…?" Her voice caught Vegeta's attention and she readied herself for whatever would come out of his mouth. "…You smell like Kakarot…" He hesitated for a second, "and sex…"

Her cheek reddened at the words, but her face was filled with surprise. Why would she smell like sex, it didn't make sense. At all. Cocking his head lightly to the right he said: "Why are you surprised?"

"Well I don't know, maybe because you surprised me?" She exclaimed before a confused frown settled on her face. "So you two aren't having sex?" Blushing even more she replied: "No, of course not! We're just… friends." Silence fell between the two of them, but it wasn't uncomfortable, just awkward. Closing her eyes she went through everything that had happened one time, then one more. She couldn't remember anything that would cause her to smell like Goku and sex as Vegeta so beautifully formulated it. Giving up on the subject for now she opened her eyes and continued on her meal.

As she emptied her bowl (Vegeta was already on his third portion), something caught her attention: Vegeta's tail. She stared at it for a second more and suddenly it made sense. "Oh!"

"What?"

"Last night, Goku was outsi…Just forget that. I never said anything. Anyway, he had fallen out of his bed and when I finally got him up again his tail took a hold of me. The only thing I could come up with to get him to let go was to stroke it- Why are you looking at me like that?" Telling the lie was easy, but only because she knew that if Vegeta got to know how it actually happened, he would become even meaner to Goku. She didn't want that.

The weird look from Vegeta was a new thing though. She often received grumpy, irritated, angry and you-are-childish/stupid looks, but never anything that looked like that. His eyes had grown big as saucers and his expression changed every second, like he couldn't decide weather to be embarrassed, disgusted, surprised or perplexed. However, before Cat could ask him exactly what was wrong he stood up (with his bowl, he never really changed when it came to food) and walked away. This left her alone, again.

A/N: This was a really hard chapter to write, mostly because I've partly had writer's block, but somehow I managed to work through it. I hope to update more often after next week.