A/N: This is the longest thing I've written and I'm not even sure what it is. Thanks Kakarotto for reading a bit of it. And Josh for telling me it wasn't total shit. I should've written it in third person haha but I didn't so here is 2.5k words of trash!

Also, thank you guys for reviewing my shots, I really appreciate you!

Shot IV: Daddy

Let me start by saying that you could travel the galaxies, search the furthest corners of the universe, and comb through every planet in the cosmos, but you will never meet anyone who loves being called 'daddy' as much as my Kakarot.

It's almost unhealthy, really, but he used to beg for it; he would push out his lower lip and fold his hands together like a child, and whine, "Please, Vegeta? Please?"

"No, you pervert."

"Please?" He would draw out the word like a song, his pitch fluctuating between octaves in the most annoying display of groveling that you have ever witnessed, until I would give in.

"Alright! Just shut up. I love you... Daddy..." No matter how hard I cringed, he would smile and purr and encapsulate me in a smothering hug, and if I said it a couple more times, I could guarantee my next hour or so would be spent in the bedroom on my hands and knees.

At first, it destroyed my pride to call him that. But now, after weeks of begging me, I call him daddy like it's his name.

"Daddy, let's spar."

"Daddy, I'm taking a shower."

"You're an idiot, Daddy."

We live together, but we live alone, so it isn't like I'm calling him this in front of people. In fact, since Kakarot's youngest moved out ages ago, our social lives are pretty dead. That is, until today.

It's five in the morning when we get our first phone call since we started dating. My cellphone screams the default ringtone throughout the room. I jolt awake, but Kakarot wakes slowly, blinking lazily a couple of times before glancing up at me.

"'s that your phone?" he asks, yawning. His head is resting on my chest and his limbs are wrapped around my body almost protectively.

"Yeah," I reply, reaching over and feeling the nightstand blindly for my cell. When my fingers brush against the screen, I pull it closer.

"Who is it?" Kakarot asks.

I read the contact name slowly. "Bulma."

"Bulma?" Kakarot shifts to see me better. I glance back at him, and we both wear the same confused look. I haven't spoken to Bulma since we got divorced, which was well over 7 months ago. "Why's she callin'? You think something's wrong?" He moves away from me and sits up.

"I don't know," I say, sitting up as well. I slide my thumb over the screen and pull the phone to my face. "Hello?"

"Hey, Vegeta! It's been awhile."

I wince at how energetic her voice is this early in the morning. "Yeah," is all I respond with. I look up at Kakarot. He must've heard Bulma on the other line and realized that she's in no harm, because he smiles at me and lays his head in my lap.

"What have you been up to?" she asks. It's as if we hadn't avoided each other for the last 28 weeks.

I shrug, but then realize she can't see me. "Nothing," I answer instead.

"Sounds fun," she says, and I can tell she doesn't have the least bit of concern for what activities I've taken part in since we last spoke.

"What do you want?"

"Jesus," she says, sounding slightly offended. "Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

I feel like I'm going to burst. I haven't been awake for three minutes and already I'm pissed. "I haven't even gotten out of bed," I reply, the salt in my voice so thick I can almost taste it.

"You're such a dick," she says. I relax a bit. This is more like what exes are supposed to sound like. "Let me talk to Son-kun. He won't bite my head off."

I drop the phone onto Kakarot's face and lie back down without further explanation.

I feel him scramble around for a bit and his head leaves my lap before he speaks. "Yo, Bulma!" There's a stretch of silence, and I wonder if she's is yapping his ear off. I decide to comfort him for putting him through her this early, so I shift and sit back up, wrapping my arms around his bare neck. He settles into my touch and leans his head against the phone. After a moment of nothing, Kakarot finally says, "That's nice, Bulma." He tilts his head awkwardly to see me, a concerned look on his face. I look back at him expectantly. "Yeah? Lemme ask 'Geta." I groan as he pulls the phone away from his ear and down to his chest.

"What does she want?" I ask.

"She wants us over for dinner."

"Tell her no."

"But-"

"No."

He brings the phone back to his ear. "Sorry Bulma, but 'Geta said no." He then jolts and pulls the phone away from his head. "She's shoutin' at me, Vegeta."

I groan again and pinch the bridge of my nose between my thumb and index knuckle. "Fine, but tell her we have a million better things we could be doing."

"Bulma?" A pause. "Yeah, he went n' changed his mind." He flashes me a smile and I shake my head, climbing out of bed. "Yeah, we'll see you there. Tell Yamcha I can't wait!"

Yamcha? I glance back at Kakarot as I pull one of his big gray t-shirts over my head.

When he hangs my phone up, I say, "Hey, Daddy?"

"Yeah?" He sits up out of bed and rubs the back of his neck.

"What was that about Yamcha?" I speak softly and casually.

"Oh, well, Bulma wants us over at Capsule Corp. to eat. She said her n' me n' you n' Yamcha'll all eat together like some kinda double date."

"She's seeing Yamcha?" The news surprises me.

Kakarot stands and pulls his sweat pants on over his boxers. "Yeah."

"Oh. Okay." I think of how much she's downgraded and smirk. Kakarot approaches me from behind and swallows me up in one of those hugs he feels so obligated to give.

"You're not jealous of Yamcha, are ya?"

"You're joking." I spin around in his arms and look up at him. "Right?"

"Uh..." Kakarot shifts a little.

"I'm not jealous of anyone." I shrug like it's no big deal, because truthfully, it isn't. "When do we need to be there?"

"She said 7:30 tonight."

"It's five in the morning," I point out. "Are we really going to be up for the day?"

"I guess we could go back to sleep."

"You want to sleep?"

Kakarot wears a proud grin on his face. "Yup."

"And that's all?"

"Yup."

I push myself out of his arms forcefully.

"Take off your pants, Kakarot."

"You mean Daddy, right?"

"I hate you."

It feels like ages since I've been to Capsule Corp, but everything is exactly the way I remember. As a matter of fact, we don't wait for Bulma in the lobby; we just walk to her room as if we're part of the Briefs family, and we get there without getting lost.

"Vegeta," Kakarot says in a whisper, shifting his weight between his feet anxiously.

"Stand still," I instruct, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. He's wearing a gray formal suit, which he looks totally delicious in. I wear the same outfit but in black, but I know I couldn't look as good as him. We're standing outside the door, waiting for Bulma, some of us patiently, others not so much.

"Son-kun!" Bulma opens the door and pushes passed me to hug my Kakarot. I stumble a bit to the left and frown. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him, leaving a red smear of lipstick on his lips. The center of his face develops a blush and he laughs before glancing in my direction. "I haven't seen you in such a long time!"

"I know," he says, squirming. I can tell he wasn't comfortable with the mouth-to-mouth contact Bulma had given him, and it's somehow relieving. I smirk.

She backs away from Kakarot and turns to face me. "Hello Vegeta," she says, approaching me. Capsule Corp. may not have changed, but Bulma certainly has. Her hair is wavy and has grown fast; It's down to her lower shoulder blades now. She looks pretty good though. Her short, dark blue dress fits tight in all the right places, and when she reaches me, she gives me the same friendly kiss on the lips that she had Kakarot. After a minute of studying my face, she pulls away and turns back to Kakarot. "How've you guys been?"

"Good," Kakarot answers immediately. He still seems rather flustered, and when Yamcha enters the room and draws Bulma's attention away from us, Kakarot sneaks over to me and slips his hand into mine.

"Come on in, boys," Bulma says, waving. I lead Kakarot into the room. Once the smell of food assaults his senses, however, Kakarot forgets about his discomfort and pulls his hand away from mine, rushing to the table and taking his seat. His extreme lack of table manners is nothing new to anyone in the household, and we all simply sit down and join him.

Bulma keeps trying to pry information about our new lives out of us, but Kakarot is too busy shoving food down his gullet to pay attention, and I'm not interested in answering her questions either, so I bluntly ignore her and pick at my food.

It's obvious that I don't want to be here, and the longer we stay, the more exhausted I grow. When 8 o'clock rolls around, Kakarot is still eating. Yamcha's silence is making me uncomfortable too, and I can't help but feel like I'm being judged harshly. Regardless of how badly I want to ignore it, the feeling hangs thick in the air and I don't like it at all.

On top of this, Bulma has drank one too many glasses of red wine and her earlier subtle prying is now full blown nosiness. She just keeps pushing, asking the most personal things to the point where I'm ready to snap.

"Who tops?" she asks out of the blue. Kakarot opens his mouth, which is stuffed full, but I smack the back of his head to keep him from answering. "Aw, Vegeta, no need to act like that," she says, her words stringing together in slurs. "It's just me. I won't tell anyone."

"I want to leave," I state. I've had enough. Standing, I wad my napkin up and toss it onto my plate.

"Vegeta," Bulma says. "Sit down, I was just kidding."

"Take me home," I tell Kakarot.

"How many times does he tell you that, Son-kun?"

Yamcha bursts into laughter, and he and Bulma laugh together.

I clench my fists. Kakarot just glances back and forth between me and his human friends, unsure what to do.

"Daddy, I want to leave!"

The laughter stops abruptly and at first, I don't realize what I've done. Kakarot's jaw drops and he stares at me, blinking a few times. Confused, I direct my gaze to Bulma and Yamcha. Bulma's face is blood red, and she stares at me with a similar surprised expression. I can't read Yamcha's look.

And then it hits me like a fucking train. 'I called him Daddy in front of all these people.'

My heart bursts into a sudden fit of erratic beats and I feel like I may pass out. A blush explodes rapidly across my cheekbones and I stutter nonsense dumbly, trying to find some excuse for what I've said.

Laughter fills the room again and I throw my hands in the air with a grunt, stomping out of the room.

"Vegeta! Hold on!" Kakarot follows me and I stop. He bumps into me.

"Kakarot," I say without turning to look at him, "I want to go home."

"You called me Daddy in front of Bulma n' Yamcha," he says, snickering. I glare back at him.

"It's your fault!" I point out, spinning around to see him. "You're the sick pervert who makes me do it!"

"I don't make ya do nothin'," he retorts, still chuckling. A feeling of betrayal swells in my chest and I shake my head, infuriated.

"I want to go home."

"Alright, alright." He smiles and touches my shoulder gently, Instantaneously Moving us back to our house.

The next morning, I wake up alone. I sit up, confused, and take a look around, wondering why the bed is empty. I stand and stretch, the muscles aligning in my back, and as my spine pops, I remember why Kakarot isn't in bed.

I walk into the living room and see him sprawled out on the couch. He kept teasing me and trying to make a joke out of the situation. Now that I've slept on this whole daddy incident, I feel a little better. Maybe not ready to laugh it off, but better.

"Dad- er, Kakarot," I say, lifting my foot and shoving my toe into his ribcage forcefully. He lets out a loud snore. "Kakarot." I repeat my action, except harder. He jolts and whines a bit, his eyes slowly opening. I stand over him.

"Oh, good morning," he says, chuckling.

"Don't wake up laughing," I say, frowning. "How'd you sleep?"

He sits up and shrugs. The couch didn't seem to damper his slumber any, which is disappointing.

"Hey, Vegeta?"

"What?"

"Are you still upset?" I scoff and roll my eyes. "I think Bulma'll forget all about it. She was drunk n' stuff." Kakarot grabs my waist and pulls me into his lap. I struggle a bit but his grip tightens and I give up. "Call me Daddy again," he says.

"Absolutely not." I shake my head. "Never again."

"Aw, 'Geta..." Kakarot whimpers. "Please?"

I give a dramatic, exasperated sigh. "I'm still unhappy about what happened."

"I know." He nuzzles his face into my back and smiles. "I love you," Kakarot says.

I sigh. "I love you too, Daddy."

A happy chuckle rises from deep within my lover and I lie my head back against his. I hope Kakarot is right. To think, if this had happened years ago, I would've destroyed anyone who heard me utter that nickname. But now, I'm falling for all Kakarot's traps.

He graces my neck with kisses and just as I begin to close my eyes, I hear my phone ring from the kitchen. A groan wells up from my chest and I stand, retrieving my phone.

"Hello?"

"Vegeta! Is your Daddy home?" Laughter fills the receiver and I immediately grit my teeth. "Wait! Vegeta, I'm sorry!" Bulma tries, still chuckling. "I wanted to-"

"Go to hell." Aggressively ending the call, I slam the phone down on the counter and decide right here that I'm never leaving this house again.