MTB: Work on fanfic, work on fanfic, work on fanfic, work on fanfic, (etc., etc.)

Trunks: Hello, everyone! Trunks here to welcome you to another chapter of "Ouji-Sama! Become My Wife!" Thanks a million for all your reviews by the way! It was really great to read them!

Goku: Uh... Trunks? Why are you doing the greeting?

Trunks: Well, as you can tell, MTB is in a state of "sad work."

Goku: "Sad work?"

Trunks: Yeah, her grandmother just died, and now she's doing what she does when she's sad. Ignores the past few days. Pretends they never even happened. She succeeds in doing this by busying herself with some sort of labor. Like cleaning, or sorting, or in this case, writing.

Vegita: She did this earlier in the year when her cat died, right?

Trunks: She stayed up until 2 A.M. cleaning her entire kitchen after her cat died. You know those Tupperware containers that you can't ever find the lids for? Well, she found them. Then she sorted them, by size, color, and manufacturer. Then she alphabetized the pantry, refrigerator, and the microwave.

Goku: How do you alphabetized a microwave?

Trunks: I don't know .... but trust me, it happened.

MTB: Work on fanfic, work on fanfic, work on fanfic, ....

Vegita: Hey! MTB! Do the disclaimer!

MTB: (Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ or characters. Now I'm going back to work.) Work on fanfic, work on fanfic, ...

Goku: Aww... Let's all give her a hug.

Trunks, Goku, Vegita, and Piccolo: (hugs MTB)

Trunks: Don't worry, Readers, she'll get better. She just needs some time.

Ouji-Sama! Become My Wife!

Chapter 7

Piccolo dodged every one of Gohan's attacks. He was right to get the boy back into more training. The young demi-Saiyian-jinn's speed had lessen, making the Namek's chance for a hit easy. The green alien slammed his fist down on Gohan's head, sending the boy crashing to the ground. He lay in the small, crater like hole for several seconds, then, steadily rose to his feet. Gohan shook the dirt out of his hair and dusted off his clothes in a manner suggesting it was no big deal. He looked up at his teacher who was floating high above him.

"Piccolo-san!" he called out, "Can we take a break?"

The Namek scowled, "You can take a break on your school days! Now get back up here!"

"But, Piccolo-san," Gohan began.

"No buts! Get back up-

GROWL.

Piccolo's eyes widen, then he smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand. Gohan chuckled sheepishly while rubbing the back of his head, making him look identical to his father. Piccolo growled, "Damn Saiyian-jinns and their appetites."

"Can't I get a little bite to eat?" Gohan pleaded.

Piccolo shook his head, knowing that he couldn't teach anything to a hungry student. "Fine!" he said, "Hurry up and fill that bottomless pit of yours!" Not needing to be told twice, Gohan ran inside the house with a smile on his face. Piccolo touched down on the ground with an irritated sigh. He crossed his arms and muttered curses at the science of Saiyian-jinn metabolism as he headed to the house.

Gohan was almost done making his sandwich when Piccolo entered the house. The green alien closed the door behind him and walked into the kitchen. Gohan added the last slice of bread to the top of sandwich with a grin. He brought to the table and began to take large bites into it. Piccolo watched in annoyance, but decided he could use the time to get a drink of water.

Gohan looked up from his meal at Piccolo, "Where's my dad, Piccolo-san?"

The Namek had tipped the glass of water to his mouth when the boy had asked the question. He swallowed and answered, "Off meditating. He needed some time to think on his own, to find some answers."

Gohan tilted his head, "Do you think he found his answers?"

Piccolo shrugged, "I'm sure he found a profound and wise answer to his problems that won't cause him to be in any danger whatsoever."

Goku was intent on finding Vegita and making out with him, just as the visions he received while meditating on the snowy mountains had shown him. He had all ready flown to the outskirts of West City. He knew it would much faster to teleport to Vegita's location, but decided against it. First of all, he needed time to think up a plan. Should he just walk up to the angry prince and kiss him? Or should he tried to make it look like an accident? Perhaps he could try and seduce the older Saiyian-jinn into a kiss. Goku got his time, but he still hadn't come up with anything good as he began to pass by the skyscrapers.

Secondly, Goku wanted to slowly summon up some courage. This was failing as well, since the closer he got to Capsule Corp., the more afraid he was feeling. What would happen the moment he pulled away from the kiss? The most likely answer was that Vegita would strangle him, or turn Super Saiyian-jinn out of pure rage and hate and kill him.

Goku swallowed the lump in his throat when he reached his destination. He slowly levitated to the ground and took a deep breath. Well, he thought, here goes nothing.

Goku looked around at his location and realized he where he need to go. He walked over to the east side of the compounds in search of the Gravity Room. When it came into view, Goku repressed his ki and slowed down his walking pace. No sense in letting Vegita know he was here, or getting there earlier. Goku reduced his walking speed even more. The closer the hero got to the Gravity Room, the slower he walked. He eventually ended up stopping all together.

No sense in getting there at all.

Goku turned away from the training facility in an attempt to escape the task, but he was ambushed. He let out a bloodcurdling scream when he came face to face with the attacker, who, in fact, wasn't an attacker at all. It was Bulma's mother carrying a tray of sweets. She gave him a smile as sweet as the desserts she was holding.

"Mrs. Briefs!" Goku cried out breathlessly, "H-h-h-hi!"

"Oh!" she said excitedly, "Goku-chan! How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine," he lied.

"Goku-chan," she said dropping the tray and latching on to his muscular arm, "I heard about what happened to your wife! I'm so sorry! If there's anything you need me to do in her absence, you let me know!"

Goku wondered if she had been insinuating something in her last sentence as he stared at the desserts now strewn across the ground near their feet. Such a waste, he thought. He gave her a false smile, "No, Gohan and I have been doing good."

"Are you sure, Goku-chan? You don't need me to do something every good wife should do for her husband?" she asked pressing herself even closer to the nervous man.

Goku's bottom lip trembled, "'S-s-something every good wife should do?'"

Mrs. Briefs looked up at him, "You know, ..."

Goku gulped. The mother of one of his best friends was asking if she should-

The blonde woman lifted up a T-shirt, "Laundry."

Goku fell over in shock, but quickly got back up. "No!" he said a bit louder and more desperate than he wanted to, "I mean, Gohan and I have all ready figured out how to do the laundry."

Mrs. Briefs smiled at him, "Oh, my! It's so nice to know that such handsome men are doing house work now!"

Goku chuckled nervously, not really knowing why. "Well, thanks for the offer, but I'm doing fine," he pointed to the front entrance of the compounds, "I'll be going now."

Goku began to walk towards the front entrance, when Mrs. Briefs called to him, "Weren't you going to see Vegita-chan?"

The Saiyian-jinn froze. He whirled around to gape at her, "How did you know ...?" He did a double-take. The tray she had dropped on the ground and the desserts that had spilled were now back in her hands and in perfect condition.

"You were walking to the Gravity Room, weren't you?" she asked with a slight tilt of her head.

"Well, yeah," he stammered at first, then came up with the perfect excuse, "but he's busy training and I thought I shouldn't disturb him."

Mrs. Briefs shook her head, "Oh but, Vegita-chan isn't in the Gravity Room."

Goku smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand. "Vegita-chan's in the medical station right now," she continued with a sad sigh, "He hurt himself today."

A pang of sorrow hit Goku's heart, and a crinkle of worry was shown on his forehead, "What happened?"

The blonde dropped the tray again and buried her face in her hands. She started to sob uncontrollably. Goku came closer and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. He swallowed a fearful lump in his throat and asked again, "What happened?"

She began to tell the story between her sobs, "He ... hiccup ... was training ... sob ... and he ... sob ... destroyed one of the ... hiccup ... training robots ... OH!" She went back to crying hysterically.

"Oh, man...," Goku muttered sadly.

She wiped some tears away and tried again, "Then ... hiccup ... he went over to ... hoohoo ... to increase the gravity ... sob ... and he ... GAH!" She fell to her knees in her sorrow.

Goku's eyes began to water, "No..."

She hiccuped and looked at the hero. She swallowed her next sob and finished her story, "As he walked over to increase the gravity, ... hiccup ... he ... he ... tripped over a piece of the robot he destroyed and .... sob ... and he sprained his ankle!" Mrs. Briefs buried her face in her hands and began to cry again.

Goku stood next to her, dumbstruck. He gritted his teeth to try and control his anger, but failed, "A sprained ankle?! The way you made it sound, I thought he was lying on an operating table being sewn back together! Geez! He'll be fine in less than ten minutes!"

Mrs. Briefs looked up at Goku, "Are you sure? His ankle was really swollen."

The Saiyian-jinn shook his head. He was almost about to shed tears for Vegita. He was ready to shed tears for the Prince like he shed for Chichi. He blinked when he realized what he had thought. Would he have really cried over Vegita's death? He rubbed his head in confusion.

The blonde woman stood up with her tray and the desserts in perfect order. Goku figured he was going to take a day off to learn how she did that. "I'll let you go see Vegita-chan now, dear," she said, "You know where the medical station is at, right?"

Goku nodded, "Yeah, thanks."

Mrs. Briefs held up the tray, "Would you like a sweet before you go?"

Goku reached for one, then remembered they had been on the ground, twice. "Um," he said pulling his arm back, "No, thanks."

The blonde gave him a bright smile and trotted off to the main building with her sweets. Goku let go of a breath he had not realized he was holding. He started to make his way over to the medical station, but stopped after walking a couple of steps. He chuckled at himself. "That's right," he said out loud, "I decided not to see him today."

The Saiyian-jinn in orange glanced at the front gate. He feared running into Mrs. Briefs again and felt he should make his exit from the rear of the compounds. He walked pass the Gravity Room and headed to the back of the main building. He was about to turn a corner and checked behind him to see if Bulma's mother was following him. He turned the corner paying no attention to what was in front of him, and he bumped into someone.

They both fell on their bottoms with an "Oof!" Goku looked at his unknown victim and started to apologize, "I'm sorry! I wasn't paying-

"Watch where you're going, you stupid asshole!" said the other person. Goku gulped, he had literally bumped into the one person he was trying to avoid.

Vegita muttered curses as he stood and brushed himself off. He glared at his rival and Goku ducked his head as if he was ready to dodge an attack. "What the hell are you doing here, Kakorrot?" Vegita spat out venomously.

Goku slowly rose up, making eye contact with the Prince, then looking away. He bit his lip and said in a small voice, "Nothing."

Vegita rolled his eyes, "Then go do 'nothing' elsewhere!"

The angry Saiyian-jinn began to walk away. He figured he must be having a bad day. First, the woman almost found out about where he was for the past two weeks. Then, he sprains his ankle training. He tried to train with the pain, but his weight and the added 300g made it even worse. He feared it would end up shattering the bones if he continued, so he took a break and went to the medical station for an ice pack.

All he wanted to do was sit on chair with his foot elevated and wait for the swelling to go down. It was only going to take five minutes. Suddenly, the blonde-headed annoyance rushed in the building in hysterics. She sobbed on his chest that she had heard he was injured and came as fast as she could. He swore he would hunt down and slaughter whoever had informed her he was there. Now, he ran into the idiot he was married to for two weeks.

He thought divorce is when a married couple decided they never wanted to see each other again. Vegita had made that decision.

But Goku had not, and it was evident when he grabbed Vegita's arm to stop him. "Look," he said with shaky voice, "I actually came to talk to you." When did he get so nervous around Vegita? When had he eaten butterflies? He could feel them fluttering around in his stomach.

Vegita pulled his arm away, "Well, you talked to me. Now leave."

The Prince started to move away, but Goku grabbed him again. "Will you just listen to me?" said the younger Saiyian-jinn, "I know you don't ever wanna see to me again, but-

"Now, Kakorrot," Vegita said with a devilish smirk, "you know that's not true. I did want to see you again." Goku blinked and Vegita continued, "I wanted to see you dead on the battlefield! With my hands around on your neck!"

Goku frowned, knowing he should have seen the remark coming. He continued, "I know you don't wanna see me, but I felt like, and I now know this is true, we left on bad terms."

"So?" said Vegita raising an eyebrow, "We're enemies. We're suppose to be on bad terms."

"Well," said Goku, "I don't feel the same way."

"Well, I don't care," said Vegita trying to pull his arm away, but Goku had an actual grip on him this time, "Now let me go!" His heart was beating harder and harder the longer Goku held his arm. It was concerning him greatly.

Goku gulped, Vegita was not in any mood to have a civil conversation with him. He bit his lip, knowing he could not try to get the Prince to talk to him. He had not prepared himself to talk to Vegita, only to... kiss him.

He took a deep breath, this was the whole reason he came over anyway. The visions on the mountains had shown him happiness could come from kissing the homicidal alien prince who was currently trying to gnaw his arm off in an attempt to escape.

No sense in putting it off when he could just get it over with right now.

Vegita was about to sink his teeth in his shoulder again, when he was suddenly spun around and slammed into the side of the building. It was not hard enough to do any damage to Vegita or the building, but he was caught off guard. The Prince glared at Goku, who was pinning Vegita's shoulders against the wall.

Goku swallowed yet another lump in his throat. Well, he thought, it wasn't long, but it was a good life.

Vegita opened his mouth to bark an insult and command he be released, but he closed it when he saw the look on his nemesis' face. The younger Saiyian-jinn's eyes held confusion, anger, bits of fear, and determination. The Prince blinked, wondering what Goku was thinking behind those eyes. The eyes shut tightly and the lips began to pucker out. Vegita's own eyes grew wide, hoping he had imagined what he saw.

He wouldn't, Vegita desperately thought.

Goku gave a silent prayer in his head to any gods who were listening, and with the only silver lining being he had gotten the life insurance on himself, he quickly moved forward.

Vegita could only gasped out half of "Kakorrot", when his lips were crushed by the other fighter's. Vegita pounded his fists against Goku's chest to try and knock him off. The more he hit however, the harder Goku pressed his lips. The muffled bellows of anger and rage at Goku's defiance stuck in Vegita's throat.

The hero of Earth was enjoying it as much as his enemy. He continued, though unsure as to why. He noticed he was merely pushing his lips against Vegita's, and not actually kissing him. Slowly, he moved his mouth in a light sucking manner, and tilting his head slightly. He kept on with the movements, becoming more intense and more passionate when he found he enjoyed the taste of the older Saiyian-jinn's mouth.

Too engrossed in his ministrations, Goku never noticed when Vegita's attacks on his chest became slower and softer. Eventually, the proud warrior closed his eyes, let his arms drop to his side, and kissed his rival back. Goku's hands slipped from Vegita's shoulders, caressing down his arms, and stopping at his hips. He encircled Vegita's waist, pulling the two even closer. Vegita wrapped his arms around Goku's torso and gripped the back of his shirt. They pulled away from the kiss for a few seconds and panted. Once they caught their breath, they went back to each other.

They continued this romantic embrace for some unknown passage of time, making little grunts and moans of approval here and there. Goku could feel Vegita's heavy heartbeat through their strong chests and Vegita's thick armor. It was rapid and pounding in a mad frenzy.

Vegita could vaguely hear his name being called. The voice sounded distant and muffled to his clouded mind. He thought the voice was Goku's and mumbled his response back into the hot mouth pressing against his.

Wait a minute... Vegita's eyes shot open. If Goku's mouth and tongue were currently entangled with his mouth and tongue, who was calling out for him?

"Vegita!"

Goku, who had not heard the voice before, could hear it now. It was moving closer to their heated position. The Saiyian-jinns unlatched their mouths to listen once more.

"Vegita! Where are you?" The voice was female and familiar. One name was on the top of the list for the voice's owner: Bulma.

The Saiyian-jinns' looked at each other, then down at themselves. Their bodies were so close to each other, they couldn't tell were one ended and the other began. Goku's hands had begun on Vegita's waist, but somehow migrated north to his back. Vegita's hands had done the exact opposite. They had slowly moved down to Goku's waist, hooking the fingers in the nooks of the blue sash.

If Bulma saw them like this, they would have some explaining to do. From the looks on their astonish faces though, they could not even explain this predicament to themselves.

Both fighters push the other away in shock. Goku blushed heavily, his eyes darting everywhere except the direction of Vegita. The Prince glared at his third-class rival, his face turning ten different shades of red in mere seconds. Goku gave the other man a quick glance, and embarrassed by what happened had occurred, turned and flew away. Vegita only grunted at the other's speedy escape.

"Vegita!" Bulma called out again, agitated that he had not yet answered her. She rounded a corner and found the warrior prince leaning against the wall with his back to her. She put her hands on her hips and said, "There you are! Sheesh! I've been looking everywhere for you! Supper's ready, if you wanna come and eat."

Vegita never made a move to face her, but he responded coolly, "I'll be there shortly."

Bulma nodded, dropping her arms, and heading back inside the house. Vegita let go of his breath, sighing in relief. He could not face at her at the moment, knowing his face was still as red as a tomato. Gods, she came so close to finding out the truth, again. It's as if she could sense the exact moments when something was going on between him and Goku.

Vegita shook his head to try and remove the color on his face. He slowly made his way back to house, hoping he could contain the blush at the kitchen table.

When he got to the kitchen, he took his normal seat between Yamcha and Bulma's father. Mrs. Briefs set a large plate of food down in front of him, going on about how happy she was that he was feeling better. Her husband started talking about the new designs on the training robots, pondering out loud about if could get them to piece themselves back together should they break again. Yamcha teased that he should just invent a robotic Vegita and get it to train with the Saiyian-jinn. Bulma scoffed, saying if her father were to invent a Vegita robot, she could have it do all the chores instead of fighting. They all laughed at her suggestion.

Vegita was not listening, or rather he could not hear them. He was too lost in his own thoughts to even properly eat his food. He poked at the meat on his plate, recalling the feeling of Goku's lips on his. The blush began to slowly form again, and Vegita scooped up some rice into his mouth in an attempt to distract himself. He barely moved his mouth as he chewed on it, and the thoughts of earlier came flooding back. It was not like Vegita did not enjoy the kiss, in fact, that was the problem. He did enjoy kissing Goku. The taller Saiyian-jinn really knew how to maneuver his tongue.

Why did he kiss him anyway? Goku said he wanted to talk to him, to try to smooth things over. Then again, the younger fighter did seem a little fidgety and nervous. Vegita blinked, maybe Kakorrot wanted to see if a real kiss between the two would be as weird and awkward as he stated. Why? What would be the point? What possible reason would Kakorrot have that involved kissing his rival?

And why was he not as angry as he should be?

"VEGITA!"

The Prince jumped in his seat, his train of thought derailed at the loud sound. He looked around the table and realized the rest of the household was staring at him. "What?" he said trying to be intimidating, but failing. He wondered if could ever intimidate anyone again. Not if he had Kakorrot on the brain all the time.

Bulma gave him a strange look, "Are you okay, Vegita? I've been trying to get your attention for a while. And you barely touched your meal!" Vegita looked down at his plate, which had all, but the little bit of rice he had eaten, been untouched.

"Yeah," said Yamcha swallowing some greens, "you were just sitting there, spacing out."

Vegita looked away, not knowing how to answer, "I ... uh ... em ... huh ... yeah."

The rest of the table looked at each other, then back at the unsettled alien. Bulma crossed her arms, "Vegita, that wasn't even a sentence."

Mr. Briefs leaned back to observe him in an almost scientific manner, "Are you feeling ill, my boy?"

Vegita's eyes lightened up at this question. Yes! He was ill! That explained everything! His quickly beating heart, his strange impulses, and his inability to think correctly! He was ill, possibly dying! He should have thought of this before!

Mrs. Briefs giggled, "I don't think he's sick. I think he's in love!"

Everyone stared at her in disbelief, then all eyes went back to Vegita. Over his initial shock at the very idea of him being in love, Vegita growled angrily. In love with who? Kakorrot? Vegita tossed his head to the right and scoffed, "I'm a warrior, I do not love."

Yamcha stared at him a little longer, then shrugged before going back to his plate, "Well, love certainly explains that hickey on your neck."

Vegita's eyes widen and his mouth dropped.

A what on whose neck?

He grabbed Yamcha's shirt collar and pulled him close to his face, "What did you say?!"

Yamcha smirked and pointed to it with his fork, "It's right there, on your neck. On the left side."

Vegita released Yamcha and quickly covered the left side of his neck with his hands. When, he thought in horror, when the hell did Kakorrot do that? He could not remember when his rival's lips left his to go for his neck. Then again, his head was hazy with passion at the time.

Bulma stifled a laugh, "Looks like Vegita isn't only working on becoming a Super Saiyian-jinn."

Vegita shot her a death glare, which the genius merely laughed off. Like a disease, the laughter spread throughout the rest of the group. Vegita stood up in defense for his pride, "This is not a hickey! It's probably a bug bite I didn't notice before!"

Yamcha gave him a look of pure doubt, "Please, Vegita. I know a hickey when I see one, and that is most defiantly a hickey."

Bulma pierced her salad with her fork, still chuckling, "Yeah, well, if next time you have a run-in with that 'bug,' you should invite it to have dinner with us."

Vegita gnashed his teeth together so hard, a loud crack from a tooth breaking was heard throughout the room. The earthlings gave him a collectively shocked look, and the Prince left the kitchen in a huff, heading to his room. When he reached his room, he threw opened the door, almost unhinging it. He entered the room and slammed the door behind him with enough force to shake the rest of the house.

"I. Am. Going. To. Kill. Kakorrot," he said to himself, shaking with rage. First the idiot jumps him into a make-out session, then has the bronze gonads to give him a hickey as well?

Vegita stalked into his private bathroom, intent on discovering for himself if it was actually a hickey or not. He looked into the mirror and tilted his head to get a better look of his neck. Low and behold, on the left side, as Yamcha had said, was a large red mark. Vegita glared at it, knowing full well, he could never get away with calling it a bug bite. He might as well write the word "Hickey" over it in black marker. The act would probably actually attract less attention to it. At least, it would let everyone know he was all ready quite aware of what it was.

The Saiyian-jinn opened up the medicine cabinet and grabbed a tube of First-Aid cream. He rubbed the translucent cream over the mark, grumbling angrily at the realization that he needed to do this at all. He roughly put it back in it's original spot and grabbed a bandage. He began to unwrap it, but he noticed the bandage was too small to cover the red area. He tossed it aside and picked up a larger bandage, which guaranteed to cover the mark and make itself stand out like a sore thumb. He unwrapped it nonetheless, and placed it over Goku's unwanted gift to him.

Afterwards, Vegita exited the bathroom and made his way to his bed. He fell back on the bed, replaying the moments he had with Goku earlier in the day. He narrowed his eyes at the ceiling and grabbed one of his pillows. He took a deep breath before placing it over his face, and screaming as loudly as he could in it.

Hundreds of miles away from Capsule Corp., Goku was screaming out his frustration as well. He was laying face down on his Nimbus cloud, screaming at the top of his lungs into the fluffy, yellow stuff. The cloud continued flying, seemingly paying no mind as to why it's long-time friend was so distressed.

When his voice finally edged out to a whine, Goku stopped and panted. Placing his hands on the top of his head, he groaned a confession into Nimbus, "I do love him! I don't know how or why, but I do!"

After he parted ways with Vegita, he flew as far and as fast as he could from Capsule Corp. He did not want to go home yet, and called for his cloud while still in mid-air. Nimbus came obediently, and Goku floated face down on it dejectedly. Then he mumbled to the cloud to fly around the world as long as it could, while he gathered his wits.

He groaned again when his thoughts were over-flooded with Vegita. Goku fisted his hands in his hair, giving a slight tug as he spoke to Nimbus, "I could kissed him forever, Nimbus! I could held Vegita and kissed him until we both died! Gods! What would have happened if Bulma didn't show up?" Goku suddenly lifted his head up, "Do ... do you think we ... we would have ...? GAH!" He buried his face back into the cloud at the horror of the impure thought.

"Choocah, choocah, choocah," was Nimbus's response.

Goku continued to lay on his cloud, in his complete disbelief of what he and Vegita did. He started to feel cold and hugged himself to keep warm. He figured Nimbus was flying near some tundra region and knew it would pass. He felt a jerk on his body, alerting him that they had stopped at their destination. Goku looked up and blinked, they didn't have a destination.

His eyes widen, for he recognized where they were. The snowy mountains towering high above clouds and icy cold wind resembling millions of needles upon making contact with flesh. Down below, a mass of forests with hundred foot trees stood in worship to the mountains. Goku growled, he knew somewhere down at the bottom, a heart shaped rock waited for him.

Goku sat up and glared at Nimbus, "You bastard. After everything we've been through, and you turn on me." He tried to be angry at the yellow puff, but it was impossible. He lowered his shoulders and gave a surrendering sigh. He hopped off the cloud and let his feet sink into the snow. He focused his ki to keep himself warm and looked at his cloud, "Are you going to stay?"

"Choocah, choocah, choocah," said Nimbus, not budging away from Goku.

The fighter smiled, glad to have someone with him. He begrudgingly sat on the frozen ground and looked around with a pout on his face. "All right!" he said to the wilderness around him, "I kissed Vegita! And...," he lowered his voice, "it ... it wasn't as weird and awkward as I thought it would be. And ... he didn't punch me." He laughed while rubbing the back of his head, "Actually he kissed me back! Crazy, huh?"

The mountains did not reply, and the wind blew.

In some strange way, Goku felt like he was being mocked, but continued, "So ... what do I do now? I'll admit it now, I love him. But I don't think he'll ever admit it so easily. I could feel something from him when we kissed. Something that wasn't rage or pride, but I can't say for sure that it was love. How do I show him that he loves me too? That we can be together and be happy, without worrying about his pride?"

This time, the mountains spoke, but not in the typical way of speaking.

High above Goku's current position, a small airplane was flying against the cold and wind. Inside, a dark and rugged man with an eyepatch and past of evil deeds, stood before his fellow ruthless, thieving crew. Between his callused fingers was a small ring. He presented it high above his head with a smirk and greed gleamed from his eye.

"Well, boys, ... We did it!" he said.

The other men in the plane cheered and applauded at their success.

The man, who seemed to be the leader of the group, cleared his throat and began his speech, "It took many months of planning, even more to get the supplies, but we did it! We stole the Museum of Earth's History's most precious item! The First Ring!"

The crew cheered even louder.

The man put his hand up to silence them, "This ring is made up of the best and purest gold. The diamonds it adorns are the three rarest diamonds in history. It's over 1000 years old and it's said to have been used by kings to propose to their queens. The museum it used to housed at said it was priceless, but I'm sure we can find a price at the Illegal Auctions." He trotted about the cabin, gazing at the ring with a dark desire, "They also say it has special powers."

The crewmen laughed at this. The leader chuckled, "The myth is that if you put this ring on your beloved's finger and make your proposal, if they are your true love, they'll say yes. No matter what. They can't lie to you about their love for you with this ring on." He kissed the ring, "And I can't lie gentlemen, with this ring, we'll be rich!"

The crewmen cheered at the news, feeling invincible. The plane suddenly shook, almost causing the leader to trip. He growled at the pilot, who was a fellow crew member, "What's going on?"

The pilot turned to him, "Just a little turbulence, Captain, nothing serious." The leader glared at the pilot suspiciously, but the other man had turned back to flying the plane.

Unbeknownst to any of the men aboard the plane, a small round window at the right side of the plane had come unlatched when the plane shook. It was slightly ajar and never brought attention to itself.

The leader cleared his throat to continued speaking when the turbulence struck the little airplane again. The window opened up fully while the men tried to gain their bearings. The leader wobbled back and forth on his feet, until he finally tripped and the ring flew from his hand.

They could only stare with opened mouths as the ring, their reward for all their hard work, their ticket to living in the lap of luxury, their object of greedy desire, floated towards the open window, the only window on the whole plane. It seemed like it moved in slow motion to the men, and they were moving even slower.

It was as if the gods had planned it, the world set up the events for it to happened, and they were successful. The priceless ring went right out the tiny window and out of sight.

The entire cabin of criminal men stood unmoving and dumbstruck. The leader started trembling and twitching. He grabbed his hair and ripped it out of it's roots with a bellow, "WHO THE HELL PUTS A LATCH WINDOW IN A FREAKING AIRPLANE?!?"

Goku sighed, waiting for a answer to come to him. He had no clue about the existence of the thieves and their loss, even as they were flying above him. Goku looked at his faithful cloud, "I don't think they know what to do either."

At that moment, the something bounced off his head, and fell to the ground next to the fighter. Goku rubbed his head and glanced upwards, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. He looked down at the ground and found a tiny circle in the snow. He reached in and pulled up the priceless ring. Although, Goku did not know anything about this ring, it looked like any other engagement ring to him. He thought it was very pretty and smiled.

He blinked and started talking again, "Wait ... do you want me to marry him again?"

Silence.

Goku stood up, holding the ring gently, "What if he rejects me?"

Silence.

Goku gave the ring a doubtful look, but began to rethink it. This ring might be special. Otherwise, it would not have come falling out of the sky and on to his head like that. He pocketed it and gave the mountains a thumbs-up, "Ok! I'm going to listen to you! I'll give it my best!"

He hopped on his yellow cloud and pointed to the area in front of him, "To Capsule Corp., Nimbus!" The cloud took off in the direction Goku was pointing to with great speed. Moments later, they past by the mountains in the opposite direction of their original plan. Goku rubbed his head sheepishly, "Hehe... Sorry, Nimbus. I was pointing the wrong way."

Back at Capsule Corp., a glare gleamed from a black ball in Vegita's hands. The warrior stared at it with great scrutiny as he sat on his bed. It was not like him to go searching for answers in such a manner, but he was desperate, and he knew there was nobody whom he could discuss his current problems with. The incident in the kitchen with Mrs. Briefs suggestion unnerved him. Vegita gave the little ball a warning glare, daring it to do anything to humiliate him.

Feeling like the ball understood there would be punishment should it ever cross him, Vegita began to think about his question. The only answer he would receive was "Yes" or "No." The Saiyian-jinn decided to first give it a test run.

"Am I the Prince of all Saiyian-jinns?" he asked, shaking the ball fiercely.

The answer emerged from the glass on the side of the ball, "Yes."

Vegita gave it an amused smirk, it clearly knew it's stuff. Vegita shook it again, "Should I kill Kakorrot for kissing me?"

The answer floated up, "No."

Vegita's mood quickly changed, and he shook the ball again, "Should I have stopped him from kissing me?"

"No."

"Are you sure?" Shake, shake, shake.

"Ask again later."

Vegita rolled his eyes, but decided to ask one more question before tossing the ball into a volcano, "Do I ...," he struggled with the word and ended up spitting it out sarcastically, "love the third-class?" Shake, shake, shake.

"Yes."

Vegita's eyes widen, and asked again, "Do I love the idiot?" Shake, shake, shake.

"Yes."

Vegita bit his lip, suddenly nervous, "Do I love Kakorrot?" Shake, shake, shake.

"Definitely yes."

Vegita continued asking and shaking the black ball and continued to receive the same answer for ten minutes. Tired, Vegita shook the ball one last time, changing his question yet again. "Do I love Kakorrot, also known as Son Goku, who was born on Planet Vegita-sei, but sent to Earth when he was a babe, then lost his memory and was raised here, now he has a son, is a widower, and married me so he could commit insurance fraud, then divorced me because I told him to?" Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake.

The answer did more than surprise the warrior prince, "Yes! You love him! Stop asking already and go back to him!"

Vegita tossed the ball to the other side of the room, frustrated. Then he growled at himself, he must have imagined the last response.

Click.

Like he was suddenly imagining a little click sound. Vegita lifted his head to search about the room for the source of the noise. The window above his bed opened and an intruder clad in orange and blue managed to slip through, standing on the bed. The other fighter looked around the room and locked eyes with Vegita. The older of the two snarled, and the intruder rubbed his head apologetically.

"Hey, Vegita," Goku said nervously.

"You have one second to leave before you lose your head," was the welcoming response.

"I just wanted to talk!" Goku explained.

"Oh, really, Kakorrot?" Vegita stood up menacingly, prepared to kill, "Just like you were 'talking' to me last time?!"

Goku frowned, "You didn't seem to object to it much!"

Goku's collar was heaved down to Vegita's eye level, "You've had your second and now you'll die!" The Saiyian-jinn raised his hand to attack his nemesis when Goku moved forward and kissed him again. Vegita blanked out for a second before pushing the taller off of him.

Vegita quickly rubbed his lips with the back of hand. "Stop doing that!" he commanded.

"No!" said Goku stubbornly.

Vegita gritted his teeth, "Why NOT?!"

Goku suddenly shut his mouth and lowered his head. When he had found his voice again, it stuttered, "I-its ... its ... b-because, ... I-I love you."

He looked up at Vegita, hoping to hear his rival say the same, although he knew better. Surprisingly, Vegita was looking away, saying nothing with a dark and unreadable face. So Goku decided he should continue.

He walked towards the Prince and grabbed his right hand. "I'm sorry for kissing you like that earlier, but I didn't truly understand what was going on with me. I felt all these things for you and I wasn't sure if it was love or animosity. I kissed you because I needed to know which it was. And when I was kissing you, I felt like I had everything I could want or need. I would be happy just being close to you like that." He looked back at Vegita's face, which had not changed.

Goku sighed at the lack of response, but kept on going, "I came back to ask if you'll come back and live with me again. I want you to marry me again, but this time for real. I want us to be like real spouses. Take care of each other, and talk to each other, and love each other. I know this country doesn't accept same gender marriages, and I know it bothers you that you're gender is written down as a female, so I'll get rid of it. And I know I'll lose the insurance if that happens, but I don't care. I just wanna make you happy. I don't need a piece of paper to tell me that I love you. I know that already."

Goku stopped to see if Vegita would answer, but the proud Saiyian-jinn still said nothing. The taller warrior reached into his pocket and retrieved the ring. He pulled off Vegita's glove and slipped the ring on his ring finger. Vegita had not stopped him, and this fact gave Goku hope.

The hero of Earth took a deep breath and smiled, "What do you say, Vegita? Will you marry me again?"

The movement of Vegita's head to meet Goku's shining eyes was excruciatingly slow and almost painful for Goku to watch. When their eyes finally met, Vegita's were black and void.

"Kakorrot," he finally spoke.

Goku swallowed, unsure of what would happen next, "Yes?"

"Get out."

MTB: Gah! So close, yet so very far away! Why do I torture my lovely readers so?

Trunks: This chapter was longer than your other ones.

MTB: Yes, it is, which is surprising considering nothing really happened action-wise. It was actually going to be shorter but the idea to have a ring struck me! So I added it! Now I have to make the ring an important factor in this story.

Trunks: Good for you, using your brain.

Vegita: God knows it doesn't happen very often.

MTB: Sorry, if it was really dramatic again! But I think that even in a romantic comedy, a little drama does help. By the way, many thanks to -WhiteRibbons- for sending me that picture she drew of VeeVee and Goku's kiss at Bulma's party! It was great! (Thumbs up)

Trunks: Even though it took her an hour to actually look at it.

MTB: Meh?! Don't say that! It wasn't like I thought it would be bad! I was just so nervous! No one has ever drawn a picture from a scene of one of my fanfics! I didn't know what to expect!

Trunks: When MTB finally looked at it, she immediately "X-ed" out of the internet.

MTB: No! Don't tell her that! It didn't burn my eyes or anything! I just freaked out for some reason! But I did go back and look at it again for a longer period of time!

Trunks: Two extra seconds don't count.

MTB: Shut up! Stop making me look like jerk in front of -WhiteRibbons-!

Trunks: Hehe, I'm just teasing you, MTB. We know you have respect for artists.

MTB: I have no ability (or patience) for drawing myself, so I have great respect for people who can. The same goes for musicians. Next time on "Ouji-Sama! Become My Wife!" Goku has a plan to get Vegita to admit his feelings! But are Vegita's pride and denial just too strong? Find out!