Author's Note: Yo, Kakarot-kun here. I'm too big of a baby to post my full length story right now, so I'm instead going to post a collection of KakaVege oneshots that I work on frequently. It's mostly just super fluffy fluff, because I live on KakaVege fluff. But there may be some smut later on, I dunno. But yh. Do enjoy (for all 0 of you who will read this)!

Special thanks to Sydney (my very own Kakarotto) for helping me with this, and thanks to bby DJ for beta reading it 3333

Shot I: Cravings

Vegeta's eyes slowly open, his whole body lax as he begins to wake up. He feels a warm mass beneath him, rising and falling rhythmically, and tilts his head slowly upward. His back pops a little and he grunts before shifting his eyes to meet with Goku's.

"Hey..." the sleepy prince says quietly. "How, uh... How long was I asleep?"

Goku glances down at his blue blooded boyfriend as soon as he hears the words. "A few hours maybe, I wasn't keeping track." He chuckles.

"It's dark," Vegeta points out, shifting his gaze to the window behind them. "We need to get out of bed."

Goku nods and rolls Vegeta off of him gently, sitting on the end of the bed. Vegeta grunts when he's removed from his spot atop his Kakarot; the sudden lack of warmth sends a shiver up his spine. Sitting up, he stretches his arms high above his head, the muscles in his back flexing and adjusting. Goku's orange gi shirt is draped around his body, and it's so big that it practically swallows him. Vegeta looks over his shoulder and studies Goku; his black messy sex hair sticks out in every direction (though his hair usually looks like that anyway), and multiple scratches adorn his back. His shameless admiration of Goku's body is soon interrupted when said Saiyan catches Vegeta checking him out.

Vegeta spins around quickly and gives a fake yawn to hide his blush. He moves a hand to his stomach.

"Kakarot," he says, his voice a little rough. "I'm hungry."

"Then I'll go make food." Goku smiles over his shoulder at the love of his life. He stretches a little as he walks around to the other side of the bed by Vegeta. "Do you want to come with?"

"Yes," Vegeta answers. "I don't want you burning down the kitchen." He rocks back a little before heaving forward. Luckily, he collected enough momentum to get to his feet, his hand still hovering over his lower abdomen. "I want, uh..." He thinks it through. Spaghetti? No, that's not it. Pizza? That's closer... "Rolls," he mutters to himself. "I want pizza rolls."

Goku smiles and gives a nod. He grabs Vegeta's hand and guides him to the kitchen only to set him up on the counter when they get there.

"Lets see what we have here.." Goku turns to look into the freezer for the brand new bag of pizza rolls he just bought. When he doesn't see them at first glance, he gives a questionable whimper and climbs as far into the freezer as he can to conduct a deeper search for the missing food.

Vegeta yawns again, genuinely this time, and tilts his head a little.

"What?" the Saiyan prince asks. "What's the matter?"

"Yo, Goku. Hey, Dad."

Vegeta turns and watches as his son steps into the room, waving lazily. His other hand is stuffed into his pocket. His lavender locks have gotten lengthy, and they pull back into a ponytail barely an inch long.

The teen grabs the bottle of water sitting on the counter, turning it from side to side in his hand to test its weight.

"How's pregnancy treating ya?" A smirk crosses his lips, and if it weren't for his sharp baby blues and his pastel hair, he would look damn near identical to his dad.

Vegeta hasn't been pregnant for too terribly long. About two months. They told Trunks recently, and since then, the boy has used the excuse in every chance possible.

"Trunks," Goku says, saving Vegeta from the question (or saving Trunks from getting his ass beat). "Did you eat the pizza rolls?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I did." He grins and chuckles, shrugging all too lazily.

"Go get more," Vegeta says immediately.

"Huh?" Trunks cocks his head and stares at Vegeta like the man had calved another head. "Right now? Its 10 pm."

"Now," Vegeta confirms, staring holes through his son.

"No way, do it yourself." Trunks waves his bottle of water around in the air as if to shoo him away.

Vegeta slips off the counter and takes a threatening step closer to the young demi-Saiyan.

"Go get me more pizza rolls, or I'll break your fucking kneecaps."

Trunks doesn't necessarily seem all that concerned with the assumed empty threat, but groans loudly and slams the bottle back on the counter.

"Fine, you hormonal asshole," Trunks mutters, stuffing both hands into his pockets in a weak attempt to look distant. He shuffles his way to the door and leaves the two Saiyan full bloods alone.

Vegeta feels a headache sprouting behind his eyes and he clutches the bridge of his nose.

"Vegeta," Goku sings in a string of extra syllables. He grins a signature goofball grin and hugs Vegeta's waist. "Try not to stress, alright?"

The Saiyan prince gives a weak mumble in response.

Goku giggles a bit and hugs the opposite Saiyan to his chest.

"Do you want anything to eat while we're waiting?"

"I'll accept nothing less than pizza rolls," Vegeta mutters into Goku's broad chest.

"Alright, I understand." He brings a hand up to Vegeta's nape, brushing the pads of his fingertips across the shorter Saiyan's skin. The action, though small, produces goosebumps that litter his neck. Vegeta shifts so that his body is leaned entirely against Goku, and he doesn't even have to look up to know that his lover has that stupid grin etched into his face.

"Were you really gonna break his kneecaps if he didn't buy you food?" Goku teases.

"Fuck off, Kakarot."

End of Shot I