A/N: So this kinda started out as a joke and really crackish, but then I was requested to continue on another site...so. This is my first time writing slash/yaoi/shonen-ai (whatever this is going to be considered). I don't think it's going to go "all the way", but there's still going to be a bit of goodness (I suppose). So, anywho, if you don't like man-on-man touching/kissing you better leave now!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.

His cheeks burned, the blood in his veins flowed hot and cold at the same time as he wandered through the small crowd. Whatever kind of drink the blond woman had been handing him had surely done the trick of loosening him up, and far further than he would've liked. Yet, his body felt so light and warm. His conscious and pride swam in and out as he continued to push past people he hardly recognized.

His eyes blinked and squinted at the blurry vision that had taken over after downing the drinks. "There you are!"

Goku turned with a surprised look. "Vegeta, what…." The words stopped as Goku saw the reddened cheeks and awkward steps of the normally proud prince. "Hey, you alright? Do ya want me to…." Once again the words stopped as Vegeta lifted a hand and wrapped it around the younger Saiyan's neck, pulling the taller man down.

"I love you." His forehead pressed against the other's man as their noses touched.

Goku felt the stinging heat rise to his cheeks at the man's admission. "Vegeta." The name slipped out with embarrassment as he tried to pull away.

"I know I should've told you all those years ago, but you know me. Better than I know myself most of the time. So, please, forgive, Bulma." The effects of the alcohol he had consumed made things so much clearer. He knew his wife had been patient with him, and now was the time to repay that patience.

Strong fingers pried the hand from his neck, only to have the appendage catch a hold of his own. Tears welled in the older man's eyes as the fingers wrapped around and kept hold of the hand.

"Please, don't be mad. I'll tell you everyday from now on if that's what you want."

"Bulma, um, could ya help me."

Her lips pressed tightly together as she tried to hold in the laughter upon discovering the two Saiyans. The other woman with her, however, didn't find the sight amusing at all.

The dark-haired woman stepped forward and put a hand on her husband's chest. "What's goin' on here?"

Goku let out a nervous laugh as his wife stared up at him. "Um, I think there's something wrong with Vegeta. I was gonna get Bulma, but he grabbed me before I could leave."

"When mother told me you had a few of her special drinks, I didn't think I'd stumble upon this scene." Her hand moved down his arm as it rested on top of the two men's.

He blinked as his head turned and eyes tried to focus on the new company. 'Her mother.' "Bulma?" Eyes blinked to refocus and found blue before his head turned back to other couple. "Kakarot?" A look of disgust crossed over his face.

"You going to let go of his hand?" Bulma asked innocently.

Vegeta threw the hand back at it's owner before turning on his wife. "You. What did your mother put in those drinks?"

Bulma laughed as Vegeta swayed a bit. "Just a little more alcohol then she usually puts in her special mix. That's why you're only supposed to have one," she chastised.

A hand came to massage his forehead and temples. "One? I only had two, I think."

"Yes, but mother said you downed them, one right after the other"

He groaned as he once again turned to look at Kakarot and the harpy before turning his attention back on Bulma. "I'll never drink again," he stated before walking off in a huff and a slight sway to his steps.