Pairing: GokuxVegeta
Word Count: 617
Notes: Set at the end of the Dragonball Z special Yo! Son Goku And His Friends Return!. Google it if it sounds unfamiliar.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection with Dragonball Z, nor do I make any money writing this fanfiction.
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Footsie
The first time it happened it was so quick that Vegeta, for all his years of intense training, barely noticed it. It was a touch against his leg which was there and then gone. But Vegeta didn't stop practically chocking down a turkey leg, (which he was sure was bigger than the one Kakarott snatched). Whatever it was, there was no threat. Probably just a leg striking out for some reason; being crossed or uncrossed or just shifting position. It didn't matter, it was gone.
A few moments later, when he had finished the turkey leg, bone and all, and moved onto some beef steaks, the feeling came again. It was definitely something touching against his leg and it was pressing harder this time. Not only did it linger for a few moments longer, whatever it was began to move up and down, rubbing against part of Vegeta's leg. Again, Vegeta didn't stop eating, (it was important to not let any threat know it was getting to him in the slightest), but this time he searched for any new ki, no matter how small. But there wasn't any.
Whatever was pressing against his leg withdrew and Vegeta frowned. Something had the audacity to toy with him and he didn't like it in the slightest.
As Vegeta predicted, the feeling of something pressing against his leg was back a few moments later, and this time he was ready. When it came again, continuing to insist on rubbing against his calf, Vegeta struck back, kicking out fast and hard to hit whatever it was. Whatever he struck, it felt hard underneath his boot and withdrew quickly.
When Vegeta grunted, partly because he was slurping down a large bowl of noodles and partly due to being satisfied at his victory, he noticed Kakarott looking over to him briefly, frowning. At first he felt a swell of satisfaction in supposing he had taken something Kakarott wanted to eat, but then another not so pleasant thought arose.
"Kakarott," Vegeta growled, just enough for him to hear over the noise of clattering plates, "what do you think you're doing?"
The small frown on Kakarott's face vanished, melting into an expression of blinking wide eyes and confusion. "What?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Never mind."
Kakarott just smiled and piled a heap of dumplings onto his plate.
Some moments passed and as Vegeta continued to eat anything he could reach, he very nearly forgot about whatever that was pressing against his leg, whether it was Kakarott or not. Then he very nearly chocked upon the fish bones he was crunching when it came again. This time it pressed harder and was rubbing against his thigh, horribly close to his penis. Vegeta almost jumped to his feet but managed to take control of himself again just in time. He managed to gather himself and strike out, kicking whatever it was away again, (he was becoming increasingly sure it was a foot - more specifically Kakarott's foot). Vegeta glared back down at his plate, holding his fork with the intention of stabbing it down upon a chop harder than was necessary. Only to find that the plate was empty.
He looked towards Kakarott just in time to see a chop - his chop! - vanish between the other Saiyan's lips. To say he was absolutely livid wouldn't nearly cover it. It didn't help when Kakarott persisted in rubbing his foot against Vegeta's leg again, even more dangerously close to his penis. When Kakarott looked towards him and winked, Vegeta heard something snap. At first he thought it was the last shred of his patience. Then he looked down to see it had in fact been his fork.
END