Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
Food. Glorious food. As far as the eye(s) could see. It was the only thing he could stand about these yearly get togethers that Bulma insisted on having ever since Buu had been defeated. The first year it had been fine. So much had happened that everyone needed a chance to relax and have fun after the world had been destroyed and revived. Last year, however, the woman had decided to combine it with one of her Capsule Corp function's. Luckily it hadn't been anything too fancy, just a family picnic function, so Vegeta had been left alone most of the time.
This year, though, was just going to be the Z warriors and their families. Something he should have been perfectly okay with, if the idiot hadn't shown up on time! It was a safe bet that when a Saiyan (whether they be full or half-blooded) was around food, they always got first dibs. So, Vegeta had become accustomed to being the first to get his plate filled. Now he could only stand and watch as the younger man continued to make the mountain of food higher and higher on his plate.
"You can go too, Vegeta." Bulma stepped up beside him and looked over at her husband's face.
"Disgusting," he sneered. "Couldn't that wife of his teach him some manners."
"Oh, and just because you have better manners when acquiring the food doesn't make you eat any less offensively," Bulma called him out.
He turned his nose up and away from his wife. "Let's see how you eat when starving to death," he huffed.
Her hand rested on his, which was covering his bicep. "Mhm, I suppose I could give you that one if you ate normally most of the time," she teased. "If I recall correctly, you eat like you're starving three-fourths of the time."
"Well I'm starving all the time! So I'd say I do a pretty good job on my eating manners." His head turned back towards her and their eyes met.
At that moment, Goku turned around. "What're ya'll waitin' for?" he called as he waved a free hand for people to join in, bits of food dropped from the swaying tower of food he had already collected.
Vegeta was-unsurprisingly-the first to walk over and grab a plate. "You can come back for seconds, Kakarot. There's plenty of extras still piled in the kitchen waiting to be brought out."
Goku gave him a sheepish smile. "Awe, I'm just so use to there barely bein' enough food at home."
Vegeta gave a snort. "Well, you've got enough there, so why don't you leave some for the rest of us."
"Well you said there was more in the back right?" He said with his eyes closed and the trademark grin on his face. "So this table must be all for me right?"
Bulma walked over to the two men, a small smile on her face as she turned to Goku. "Now, Son-kun, we've been over this before. Plus we have other people here that need to eat, too." Her head turned to look at Vegeta. "Isn't that right, Veggie-chan?"
Ignoring the stabbing comment from his wife, Vegeta kept his concentration on the other Saiyan. "The woman's right, Kakarot, and you wouldn't want your family to starve. Would you?"
Goku looked over at his wife. A defeated look crossed over his face as he turned back to Vegeta and Bulma. "I suppose I could eat while everyone else gets their food, then come back for seconds."
Vegeta let a victorious smirk slip onto his face as Goku sulked and finally walked away from the table of food. "Problem solved."
"Yeah because you totally didn't do it for selfish purposes." With a roll of her eyes she turned her back on him.
"Oh, was it supposed to be unselfish on my part?" The smirk on his face never waned as he watched his wife walk away before grabbing food to fill his own plate. After Vegeta got a generous filling on his plate, he headed toward the kitchen.
"What can I do for you, Vegeta?" the blonde asked in her usual over-cheerily voice.
He set the plate of food down on the counter top before he addressed the woman. "Could you make up a batch of your special drinks for me."
Mrs. Briefs giggled. "Bulma told me what happened last year."
A light dusting of pink covered his cheeks. "I won't be drinking them all myself, and I certainly won't drink them quickly." Arms crossed against his chest as he huffed. A giggle came from the woman again as a dainty hand patted where his arms were crossed.
"Alright, dear, I just wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself again," she told him with a wink. She didn't hear the low growl as she moved to collect everything she would need.
~S~
Vegeta finally emerged from the kitchen. One hand held his plate of food-half of it already gone-as the other hand held a tray containing six drinks. He headed toward the table Bulma had set up specifically for the Saiyan men. Goku was already there-the mountain of food was now only a hill-stuffing his face like it was going to be his last meal.
"Yo, 'Geta!" Goku greeted through a mouthful of food as the other man sat down across from him. "What'cha got ther'?" Bits of half-chewed food landed on the table in front of Vegeta's plate.
'And Bulma says I'm just as offensive?' A silent groan passed through his mind as he set the plate and tray down. "I was asked to bring you some drinks by that harpy you call a wife." Vegeta didn't miss the lift of Gohan's-who was sitting next to his father-eyebrow. The kid may have been Kakarot's offspring, but he certainly had a better brain. A quick glance in his direction was all it took to make the twenty-year-old go back to eating.
"Gee, that was nice of ya." Without a second thought, Goku picked up the first drink, chugged, and picked up another one.
"Don't mention it, Kakarot." One side of his mouth twisted up into a smirk as he watched the other man pick up a third glass and down it before continuing to shovel food in his mouth. Vegeta began to dig back into his own food until a spot of blue appeared in the corner of his eye.
Fingertips grazed lightly across the spiked ends. "I was just coming over to see if you boys needed some drinks." Goku only pointed at the three remaining drinks, then gave Bulma a thumbs up. She looked down at her husband. "And you?" He gave her a suspicious look, to which she raised her hands in defense. "You're more than welcome to go get them yourself."
Vegeta gave a light snort as he looked down. "Since you're putting the offer out there."
Fingers combed deeper into the black hair. "Anything for you, Gohan-chan?" she asked with a wink.
"No thank you, Bulma-san."
She gave a short nod before looking further down the long table at the two kids. "Trunks, Goten, I'll bring you two something as well." The boys only gave her short nods as they continued to feast.
A few minutes later Bulma returned with a tray of drinks in one hand and a pitcher in the other. She set the tray down next to Vegeta and walked down to the far end of the table to set the pitcher down. As she left to go grab the boys some cups for their drink, a victorious smile spread over her lips. 'Too bad it'll be the last year Vegeta will trust anyone to give him drinks,' she thought dryly. 'But hopefully it'll be worth it.'
The only other thing she had to take into account for was Chi-chi. It had been bad enough last year when they had stumbled across the scene of Vegeta and Goku, but who was to say it would happen again? Besides, Vegeta had been looking for her. At least that's what Goku had told them, and even Vegeta had confessed to her afterwards that he thought it was her as well. She shook her head as she headed back toward the reserved table. Gohan was already gone, and as she set the cups down for the two boys, Bulma saw that two of Vegeta's glasses were already emptied. 'It should prove to be an interesting evening.'
~S~
Bulma wasn't proven wrong as all eyes looked across the room at the two full-blooded Saiyans. Some jaws were dropped, and Bulma was doing her best to calm Chi-chi down by telling her there was nothing inappropriate going on. Now, granted, Vegeta had moved from his side of the table to slide up next to Goku and wrap an arm around the man's shoulder.
"I don't know why I've never told you this before," Vegeta paused as his hand gripped Goku's shoulder a little tighter, "but I'm glad you're my friend."
Goku's cheeks were already red with warmth as a wide grin split his lips. "Really. I'm so happy you're my friend, too."
Vegeta gave a few sharp nods. "Always so soft-hearted and trusting, but if it weren't for that quality in you." His free hand-which had been resting by his side-raised and covered Goku's heart. "I wouldn't be here."
"And I was right 'bout you," Goku said with a small amount of laughter in his voice. "You were worth savin'."
The hand that had been resting over Goku's heart moved up to meet his other hand. Vegeta's cheek brushed against the man's shoulder. "What if you weren't?"
"Huh?" A hand raised to scratch at the back of his neck lightly as he looked down at the obsidian eyes.
"If you'd been wrong about me? What would you've done?" Using the hands that were wrapped around the taller man, he pulled himself straighter and closer to Goku's face.
The words brushed past his ear and over his lips as Goku leaned forward as well.
"Goku-sa….." the word barely left her lips before a strong hand clamped over her mouth. She elbowed the warrior that had grabbed her, but he only let out a groan.
"Thanks, Yamcha." Bulma's eyes quickly switched back to the scene playing out across the room.
"My pleasure, Bulma." The grin on his scarred face was enough to give him away. He had no qualms about holding Chi-chi back from breaking up the two Saiyans.
"I, uh," the words fell softly from his lips before his tongue swept over his lips.
"Speak up, Kakarot, I can't hear you." Vegeta's butt wiggled along the bench seat, drawing him ever closer to Goku. Hips and butts touched as their faces were but a mere inch apart.
"Well, I was, uh." His face pulled back slightly so his eyes could focus.
A menacing scowl crossed over his once relaxed features as the other man seemed to be avoiding him. His face once again moved closer, just as Goku's moved back down. Rough, warm lips bumped together. An even warmer tongue slipped out to run along the closed seam, only to have the lips part open. Vegeta's tongue quickly went into action as it swept out to rub along the other's. The pink muscled appendages tangled together. They rubbed and twisted before pulling apart, a string of salvia still connected the two separated tongues.
Jaws dropped fully to the ground as the tongues clashed again. Chi-chi sagged and fainted in Yamcha's arms. Bulma was glad the children had gone out to play after scarfing down their food. It was going to be hard enough to consol Vegeta with all the adults seeing this drunken side of him. She didn't even want to imagine what it would've been like had Trunks and Goten decided to stick around after their meal.
A lone hand swept into the back of Vegeta's hair, the fingers gliding through the soft, thick hair. Vegeta's head tilted up slightly to press his lips against the other pair. His tongue passed over the rough lips to slide along and pass between the set of teeth. A contented moan rumbled his throat. His left hand moved from the strong shoulder to the back of the neck. Fingers dug into the soft yet muscled flesh as their tongues continued to push and roll.
Goku's left hand came to rest on Vegeta's right knee. His other hand moved back down to brush across an ear and sweep along the strong jawbone. The appendage stopped for a brief second before brushing down the corded neck and along the muscled chest. Fingers skimmed the hem of Vegeta's shirt and lifted the material only slightly so the tips could touch heated flesh. His tongue pushed against Vegeta's, only to have a battle ensue.
The muscle pushed back, defending it's dominate position. 'If Kakarot thinks he can win this battle, he's going to be proven wrong quite quickly!' The hand that was still gripping the back of Goku's neck tightened. His other hand slipped down to grab a fistful of the man's shirt to pull him closer. The feel of fingers running up the naked flesh of his torso sent a shiver down his spine.
Shattering glass and the faint splashing of liquid gained the audiences' attention. The loud clang of metal bouncing off the floor and echoing across the room made the two men break apart. Both of them panting as they turned to see a blonde woman holding a hand over her mouth.
"Oh my!" Mrs. Briefs said with a heavy blush covering her pale features.
A dark eyebrow arched high in the air as it scanned the crowed next to the woman. "What? What're you all looking at?" The alcohol still heavily clouded his mind as his eyes met the pair of brilliant blue. "Haven't you ever seen two men kissing before?"
Eyes averted quickly at the statement, all except the pair that held his.
"I'm gonna go lay Chi-chi down," Yamcha told Bulma quietly.
Bulma blinked and turned her gaze on her ex. "That's fine."
The warmth that covered Vegeta's left side brought his attention back to who had been his kissing partner. "Kakarot." The name came out in a low growl as said person leaned forward. One hand stopped the forward motion as the other pushed the caressing hand away. A frown covered the younger Saiyan's face, making Vegeta roll his still out-of-focus eyes. "We'll continue this later," his tone full of darkness as he spoke the statement.