A/N: This one filled me with warm fuzzies.


Everybody Loves Vegeta, Too!

Part Eight


Fucking Yamcha. What a piece of shit. Goku had never felt this angry before eating breakfast. Vegeta stood at the stove cooking for him and Goten, a cheerful hum under his breath. The Prince's mood was uncharacteristically chipper, which made Goku even more irritated. Goku was supposed to feel happy too, dammit! Tonight he planned to surprise Vegeta with their big date, but all he could focus on was how Yamcha put the moves on his Vegeta. Had the man no respect for Goku after all these years? Did he think he could just get away with what he did? Goku didn't even know Yamcha liked men, but the reveal didn't matter. He'd touched what was his, and now he had to pay.

Vegeta didn't know what Goku was capable of doing. The Prince truly underestimated how serious Goku took their relationship, and how far he'd go to defend it. Maybe he should give the bastard a visit this morning, just to clear his head. Put the fear of Kami in him. That'll show him not to fuck with a Son.

"Kakarot, why are you growling at your food?"

Goku blinked and looked down at his plate. Before him sat a steaming pile of scrambled eggs, sausage, and pancakes. Vegeta was an excellent cook. His stomach growled. "Sorry!" He wiped away the dire expression from his face with a stupid grin. "I got lost in my thoughts for a second there."

Goku waited for the predictable quip from Vegeta, but it never came. Vegeta just tilted his head in confusion. "Whatever." He sat down and ate.

Angrily, Goku shoveled the food down his throat. How should he punish Yamcha? Of course, he'd ask him a few questions first. Then maybe he'd smash some of those pretty baseball trophies he kept on display. Maybe he'd even break a window, and dangle Yamcha outside it like he was in an action movie. Once Yamcha begged for forgiveness, only then he would pull him back inside to spare his life. Sure, Yamcha knew how to fly, but that didn't matter! Maybe Goku could even add another scar to his stupid face—

"Frowning isn't becoming of you." Vegeta stroked Goku's cheek.

"Oh! Sorry!"

They finished breakfast in short haste. Goten charged out of the kitchen, yelling about how he was meeting up with Trunks. Goku figured his son didn't want to stick around to gauge Vegeta's reaction. He hoped his son was having an easier time than him at the whole relationship thing…or whatever it was the boys shared together.

Abrupt, Goku stood up from the table. "I've got some errands to run."

"Really. Like what?" Still in a good mood, Vegeta gave him a sly glance. He was genuinely curious.

Goku winked. "It's a secret." He kissed Vegeta on the forehead, who grunted in response. "I'll see ya later, Veggie."

"Don't call me that."

Goku grinned, and pressed his fingers to his forehead. He concentrated on the location of Yamcha's apartment, and instantly transmitted himself through space. He wasn't fucking around. There was no time for flying.

He appeared in front of Yamcha's door. His fist met with the wooden paneling of the door several times. Seconds later, the door opened and Yamcha stood before him. His eyes were half-lidded and hazy from sleep. His silk pajamas were slightly wrinkled.

"Heeey, Yamcha." Goku walked forward and let himself into the apartment.

Yamcha stumbled and walked backwards to keep his distance from Goku. "Hey buddy. Is something the matter?"

Is something the matter? He can't be serious! Goku cracked his knuckles. Yamcha kept backing away until he bumped into the couch. He tumbled and fell onto the cushions. "Vegeta told me something interesting last night."

Yamcha blushed. "What did he say?"

Why was he acting so cheeky! Goku clenched his fist and smashed a hole through the plastered wall. "Don't mess with me, Yamcha! I thought you were my friend!"

"I am your friend, Goku!" Yamcha's blush worsened, which only fueled Goku's rage.

"Then why would you hit on Vegeta?" He advanced on Yamcha. The baseball player was taller than him, but whether or not he had more mass was debatable. Goku could end his life in a heartbeat if he wanted.

"Whoa, whoa!" Yamcha held his hands up in the air. "Just let me explain for a second, Goku! Please."

A grumbly sigh escaped Goku's lips. He crossed his arms and pouted. "This better not be a dumb excuse."

Yamcha ran his fingers through his spiky hair. He sighed and gazed out the breathtaking view on the west side of the room. On a better day, Goku would've appreciated the apartment and maybe have even spent some quality time with Yamcha and Vegeta. But now the human's actions may have ruined their friendship.

"I'm waiting."

"Goku, I thought it was pretty obvious to Vegeta what I was trying to say…" He quirked his mouth, and shyly poked both his index fingers together.

"Nothing was made obvious to me. What are you talking about?"

"You know…" Yamcha's face glowed red like a tomato.

"No, I don't!" Goku wanted to sink his fist into another wall. Surely Yamcha could see how pissed he was feeling, so why was he acting so strange?

"You knooow…" One of Yamcha's signature goofy smiles crossed his face. "I was testing the waters for a threesome."

Goku blinked. He couldn't decipher the expression on Yamcha's face. The man was embarrassed, but not for the reason Goku hoped for. "What's a 'threesome'?" he asked.

Yamcha groaned. "Just…forget it." He stood up from the couch, and pressed his hands together in reverence. "I'm sorry I was disrespectful toward Vegeta. It was inappropriate of me, and you're right to feel upset."

Goku jerked back. What the hell was happening here? The anger in his body dissipated, and seconds later he was as intimidating as a deflated balloon. "Oh, uh, thank you?"

Yamcha extended his right hand. Cautious, Goku shook it. "Can I make it up to you by buying you breakfast? I really am sorry, Goku."

Goku opened and closed his mouth, dumbfounded. "Nah, I just ate breakfast and I'm going to be pretty busy today." He was astonished. Yamcha hadn't been the creepy piece-of-shit scum he made him out to be. Honestly, he was just…normal Yamcha. Goku wanted to probe more, and ask about this 'threesome', but decided it'd be faster to end things here. Yamcha realized he'd overstepped a boundary, and apologized. Profusely! Goku felt embarrassed he ever thought about kicking his ass earlier.

"Alright. I'll see you out the door," Yamcha said.

The two men walked back outside. Goku rubbed the back of his head. "Uh, sorry about the wall."

"It's no problem," Yamcha replied cheerfully.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later," Goku said.

"Yeah, I'd love to hang out. Catch you later, buddy." Yamcha closed the door.

"Wow. He's really nice." Goku continued to scratch his head, unsure of what just happened.


Bulma collapsed back into her office chair. It was only 10AM, and she'd already suffered through two conference calls for Capsule Corp. Her father's mind was fading away, no matter how adamant he was to argue otherwise, so she had to pick up all of his forgotten appointments.

Sighing, she looked down at her phone. At least the rest of the day would be much more entertaining. Goku was supposed to call her and let her know more details about tonight. He and her ex's love affair fulfilled some indescribable girlish fantasy from youth she never fulfilled. She never had the chance to gossip with girlfriends about boys, or help plan for dates. Hanging out with Earth's strongest warriors as a young woman was great, but she'd missed out on a lot.

Tired of waiting, she called Goku. He picked up. "Hey, Bulma."

"Goku. Have you figured out how you want to get Vegeta to come over here for the prep?"

"Ooh, I forgot. Hold on a sec."

Instantly, Goku appeared in front of Bulma. She swirled around in her chair in fright. "HEY! Don't do that!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"I'm serious! What if I was naked or something!"

Goku laughed. "It's not like I'd see something I haven't seen already."

She bashed him over the back of the head. "You're awful!"

"Ow! I thought this would be easier!" He rubbed the sore spot.

Bulma felt another migraine settling in her skull. "I need a little direction here."

After recovering, Goku spoke up again. "I was hoping you could be the one to ask him to come here and to wait for me to pick him up."

She looked up at the ceiling in thought. "That'll be hard. He's not going to come over unless he knows what's up."

"Just tell him it's a surprise!"

"He hates surprises, Goku. He probably thinks he's going to get pranked." She grinned and rubbed her hands together like a B movie super villain. "That sounds pretty fun when I think about it. It's good to make him squirm a bit."

"Thanks, Bulma. By the way, can I borrow your dragon radar? I need to gather the dragon balls to make a wish before the date tonight."

"Ooh, getting fancy, are we? Luckily for you, I've got the dragon balls already."

"Really?!" Goku leaned closer to her. "Can I have them?"

"Not until you tell me what you need them for first." She wagged her finger and pressed it into his face. "If you're going to wish for something perverted, I don't know if I should give them to you!"

Goku blushed. "What kinda guy do you take me for?"

"I don't know anymore, Goku. I read what you did to Vegeta on that list of yours! I never knew you could be so naughty."

"Bulma…" He giggled and looked away. "I'm going to wish for something serious. That's all I can tell you right now."

"I'm just jerkin' your chain, Goku!" She stood and hugged his torso. "I'll give them to you. I'll even keep Vegeta occupied so he doesn't see the sky turn black. You can count on me."

Buried in Goku's chest, she thought of the torment she was about to put Vegeta through…and smiled.


Vegeta hated secrets.

Years ago in Frieza's army, secrets generally meant pain and humiliation. A soldier who secretly hated him attempted to strangle him in his quarters one night. One time Nappa secretly fed him peanut butter as a joke, which he was deathly allergic to. Raditz had secretly loved him, and a fat load of good that did him. He was dead now, killed at the hands of his own brother, who ended up scoring Vegeta later down the road.

So what secret was Goku hiding? It could only be something bad.

Vegeta's phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at the screen and saw Bulma's picture pop up. Maybe I can get some answers from the woman. "Hi," he answered.

"Heeey Ve-ge-taaa."

The appearance of Bulma's sing-song voice always heralded ill news. "What do you need?"

"I was wondering if you could come over…"

He raised a brow. "For what?"

"I can't tell you the reason why since it's a secret. But tonight Goku is going to do something, and it requires you be here before it happens."

Fuck dammit. "No."

"You have to!"

"No, I don't. If Kakarot wants to give me something, he can just give it to me here."

"Pleeeease come over. You'll ruin the surprise if you don't."

"No. I won't be made a fool of."

"Listen." Bulma sighed heavily enough for static to crackle over the phone line. "If you don't come over, you're going to make Goku super sad."

"Kakarot can cry me a river. I don't care."

"Do you really want Goku to cry? Because he's going to cry if you don't come here. Can't you just imagine his innocent face covered in tears? Not only will he be crying, but he'll be yelling, 'I thought Vegeta cared about me, but that was a lie!'"

Vegeta lightly banged his head against the kitchen door frame. He was surrounded by idiots, and there was no reprieve. "Fine!"

"Wow, that was easy. Okay, get your princely ass over here pronto."

"You're a despicable woman." Vegeta ended the call. Why did he feel like the more he got involved with Goku, the stranger his life became? Bulma was a pain during their relationship, but she never pushed him around as much as Goku. If he disagreed with her long enough, or even ignored her with silence, he generally could get away with doing whatever he wanted.

Not with Goku. The man was a fucking menace. He seemed to always get what he wanted. He wasn't malicious about it, either. Maybe that's what really put Vegeta on edge.

He took his time washing the dishes. Rarely did he get time to sit and stew in his own thoughts anymore. What could Goku do to surprise him? He hoped it wasn't a practical joke. He did not share the same sense of humor as Goku. He thought back to the time Goku attempted to tell him an elaborate joke:

"Have you heard the one about the prom date?" Goku asks.

"No," Vegeta said.

"Okay, I'll tell it to you. There once was a guy who was really excited to ask this girl out to prom."

"What's a 'prom'?"

"It's a dance teenagers go to at school. Anyway, he asked this beautiful girl out to prom. And she said yes. So he was really happy. He decided to make it the best prom ever for her."

"Is that the end of the joke?"

"No Vegeta, I'm not done yet. As I was saying, this guy decides to go to the best tailor in town to buy a suit for prom. But when he gets to the tailor, there's a long line. By the time he has his turn with the tailor, there's only one suit left."

"Is this—?"

"Dammit Vegeta, let me finish! Anyway, he buys the suit. After that, he decides he needs the get the best corsage available for his date. So he goes to a florist and waits in a long line to get the flower. He finally reaches the register and buys it. He's happy to see it's the most beautiful flower in the shop."

"This is a really long joke, Kakarot."

"Don't worry, it's about to get good. So prom night comes. He picks his date up. She looks beautiful. He gives her the corsage. They go to prom—" Goku bends over and starts laughing. "Sorry, sorry. They go to prom. His date is happy, and they're having a good time. She says she's thirsty, and asks him to get her some punch."

"Okay…"

"So the guy leaves her to get her the drink. Unfortunately he finds out…there's no punch line!" Goku stares at Vegeta with his mouth open and his eyebrows raised in surprise.

Vegeta stares back, befuddled. "Is that…is that the end of the joke?"

Goku bites his lip and snorts. "Get it? There's no PUNCH line!"

"I don't…oh."

Goku grabs both of Vegeta's shoulders and shakes him. "Isn't it funny, Vegeta?"

Vegeta groaned at the memory. No, it wasn't funny to him at all.

Once he finished washing the dishes, he dressed himself and flew over to Capsule Corp. Front doors were for peons, so he took his normal route and landed outside Bulma's open window. She was applying lipstick in front of her vanity mirror, but didn't look surprised. She was expecting him.

Bulma put the makeup down. "Okay, first thing's first." She clapped her hands together in delight. "We've got to make you look really good."

"What do you mean!"

"Tonight's going to be special. So you've got to look as sexy as humanely possible."

"Sexy?! I'm leaving." He poised himself to jump off the window ledge.

"Oh no you don't!" Bulma grabbed onto Vegeta's wrist before he could run off. "This'll be fun, I promise. Dressing well will make you feel better about the whole thing."

Vegeta snatched his hand away and crossed his arms. He followed Bulma out of her bedroom, then down the winding hall to the west wing of Capsule Corp. She stopped in front of a sliding door that required her fingerprint for entry. He grumbled once the door beeped in confirmation, and slid open. "This is stupid."

She clicked her tongue at him. "Check this out." Dozens of florescent lights from above turned on in succession. The room lit up, and revealed a giant warehouse filled with thousands of racks of clothes. She pushed him to a giant five-paneled mirror at the center of the room. "I'll make this easy for you. You just stand here while I pick out some clothes for you. Then you'll try them on. Easy enough, right?"

"Sometimes I wonder if you live to humiliate me."

"Don't be such a drama king. I'll be right back!" She walked away, whipping her head back and forth in joy like she just entered a candy store.

How in the world can she search through all of this trash? Vegeta lost interest in the clothes, and gazed at himself in the mirror. He never thought about his looks in the same way as the woman. Everything he admired about himself was directly connected to either his pride or heritage. He prided his spiky hair because it reminded him of his Saiyan lineage. He was proud of the way his body looked like a death machine; it was evidence of his hard work from training. But he never bothered with speculating whether or not he was handsome. Before coming to Earth, whatever "handsome" meant was irrelevant to him. Even on Earth, he believed it had zero effect on how he lived his life.

Goku, on the other hand…He was a looker. There was no denying that. The man turned heads wherever he went. Vegeta wondered if Goku could ever feel the same way about him. He'd been called cute by the third-class before, but assumed he was always half-joking.

Bulma sprung from the shadows. "Ta-dah!" Several layers of clothes draped over her extended arms. "Try these on!"

Vegeta lifted up a shirt with his thumb and forefinger like it would bite him back. "What's so special about this?"

"Just put the damn thing on."

Vegeta growled. He tossed his t-shirt away and pulled down his pants. Even though Bulma had seen him naked plenty of times before, in this situation it felt…inappropriate. "Turn around!"

"Big baby," Bulma muttered. She turned her back on him.

He pulled the shirt she picked out over his head. He looked in the mirror and immediately blushed. "Bulma, this is gods-awful."

"Don't forget to put the pants on, too." After waiting a few seconds, Bulma turned around. "Oh my, it's so tight!"

"Tight? Tight? It's practically see-through. You can see my nipples!"

"Wow." Bulma looked him up and down. Vegeta felt like she was devouring him without his consent, so he tugged the shirt off. "I guess Goku isn't into that sort of thing anyway. What a shame," Bulma said.

Vegeta looked at the pants. They were stupid, too. "I always knew Earthlings had bad taste in clothing. But why wear pants you can't even walk in?"

"They're just skinny jeans. Don't get your balls in a knot. Take them off and we'll find something else."

Over the course of the next few hours, Vegeta tried on various outfits of Bulma's liking. As much as he hated being her little Saiyan doll, the experience warmed him up to the idea he could please Goku in more ways than one. Well, in more than two ways if he included the cooking he did daily. He was still wary about this secret being kept from him. But if looking good would make whatever was going to happen later easier, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing.

"Oh my gosh!" Bulma cried out.

He'd tried on the last outfit she picked out, and hadn't bothered to look in the mirror yet. "What's wrong with it?"

"We've hit the jackpot. I think Goku is going to like this one." She looked him up and down again in approval.

He gazed at himself in the mirror. "I look too young."

"You can thank your Saiyan genes for that." She walked around him in a circle. "You should undo this one suspender."

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me, it's what's in right now. I can't believe how cute you look in this!" She grinned, and pat his backside. "Your butt looks cute, too."

Vegeta covered himself. "Stop it!"

"Hmm. I should pick out some good shoes for you to wear as well. I'll be right back!" Bulma skipped away, cackling to herself.

Vegeta judged himself in the mirror again. I don't look too bad, I guess.


After running around all day, Goku wanted to kick himself. Besides training for a battle, he'd never planned anything in advance before. So he figured coordinating a date couldn't be harder than that. He was wrong, and fantastically so.

He'd taken the dragon balls Bulma gave him earlier and met up with Marron. They summoned Shenron, and the whole time he hoped Vegeta wouldn't notice the sky darkening and come sniffing around to find out what was going on. But everything went smoothly. Except for the uncomfortable look on Shenron's face during the whole ordeal. It kind of pissed Goku off, since he didn't think his wishes were as bad as Oolong's wish years ago for girls panties. At least Shenron didn't care to ask him a bunch of questions afterward.

Afterward, Marron said she'd need at least five hours in her studio to finish making Vegeta's gift. By the time they finished with the dragon balls it was already past 2PM, and Goku wanted to pick up Vegeta before sunset. He hadn't considered the time it'd take her to finish the job, so he ITd them both to her house so she could get right to work.

He knew all the places he wanted to take Vegeta, but hadn't factored in time zones. Gohan was nice enough to take a break from his research to do the math, and figure out exactly when Goku should arrive at specific spots. Gohan had to force his father to wear a digital watch to keep everything organized, which rubbed Goku the wrong way. Having to conform to punctuality didn't suit him.

Once the day wound down and it got closer to sunset, Goku met with Marron to collect the gift. When she presented the object to him, his heart skipped a beat "This is beautiful!"

"Thanks. Don't forget to put it in this box to keep it safe. Oh, and here's the other gift…"

He thanked her. He hurried home, got showered and dressed, and IT'd straight to Capsule Corp.

He was nervous, to say the least. Throughout the day he'd been too busy to consider what it'd be like to go through with this, but now it made him a little sick. It was a new feeling. He'd never felt too nervous or shy around Chi-Chi. She was predictable, even when angry. But Vegeta's mood could turn on a dime. His unpredictable nature was thrilling.

Goku rung the buzzer outside the Capsule Corp entrance and waited for a response. He focused on his pounding heart.

"Who is it?" Instead of an attendant, Bulma spoke over the speaker.

"It's me, Goku!" he said in the most cheerful voice he could muster.

"Great! I'll open the door. Come to the living room. I'll tell Vegeta you're here."

Goku gulped. The sliding front door parted open for him, and he entered. He didn't know what to do with his hands, so he placed both behind his head. Wait…maybe that was too casual. Should he place them behind his back? It was too late now, he was already rounding the corner into the living room!

"Hey, Goku!" He heard Bulma before he saw her. He scanned the room and saw Vegeta sprawled lazily on the couch.

Oh…wow…

"Do you want to go ahead and tell Vegeta your big surprise?"

"Um." Goku had trouble closing his mouth again.

"What's the matter?" Bulma asked. Goku darted his eyes back and forth between her and Vegeta. He blushed and ran out of the room.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Vegeta yelled.

"Goku, come back!"

Goku pressed himself against the wall, panting. Holy shit, Vegeta looks amazing! Running away from him was the only natural way to respond. He couldn't just stand there and take it in. It was too much to handle all at once!

Bulma came around the corner, cautious to tip-toe as to not scare Goku off. "Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah!" Goku gulped again. "It's just that I, uh, I wasn't, um, expecting him to look like that."

"What do you mean? What's wrong with the way he looks?"

Goku loosened the collar of his shirt. "He looks, um, really attractive."

Bulma burst into a laughing fit. "You ran away because of THAT?!"

"Shh!" He pressed his finger to her mouth. "Don't embarrass me, okay?"

"Goku, you're so cute! You're like a teenage boy!" She clenched her shaking sides. "Don't tell me you're not going to go through with this. Not after all the hard work I put in this afternoon!"

"N-no. I think I'm, um, good to go now." He followed her back into the living room. He smiled so hard, it hurt.

"Kakarot, are you ill?" Genuine concern was on Vegeta's face.

"N-no. I was just surprised is all." His skin was so hot, even the tips of his ears were burning. Ashamed, he drank in the sight of Vegeta's body again.

He wore a baggy, crochet sweater decorated in ornate designs. It looked expensive, bright and jovial. The bright color had thrown Goku off the most. It made Vegeta look vibrant, and put the drab surroundings of Capsule Corp to shame. But what had utterly delighted Goku was the fact Vegeta was wearing overalls. Overalls! They were tight on his legs, a nice contrast to the baggy sweater, and even one of the suspenders was undone and lazily hanging below his waist.

Vegeta had one knee propped under his chin, and his hands were laced together at his ankle. He looked so casual and comfortable wearing it, as if it wasn't a big deal at all he was wearing something that made him look so human.

Goku licked his lips. "So, uh…"

Bulma prodded him in his back. "Why don't you tell Vegeta why you're here?"

"Oh!" Goku shook his head. Gotta stay focused! "Vegeta, I wanted to surprise you tonight. I'm going to take you out on a date."

Vegeta blinked a few times. "What do you mean?"

"You know…I'm going to take you out tonight and show you a good time."

Vegeta's eyes widened. He looked to Bulma for help. "What's a date?"

Goku and Bulma fell over. "You don't know?!" Goku groaned from the floor.

Vegeta bared his teeth. "I mean—I know what a date is. Trunks has been on them before. But I thought dates were just for children. Is that what you're talking about? Something silly like that?"

Goku helped Bulma up off the floor. He was dizzy. "Yeah, pretty much!"

Vegeta blushed. He found something interesting on the floor to distract him from staring Goku directly in the face. "But we're already together, Kakarot. And adults. What's the point in going on a date?"

"It's supposed to be fun. I also get to spoil you a little bit."

"Bulma." Vegeta glared at her. "On Earth, don't the males usually ask the females out on dates?"

"Maybe if you lived in the 1950s," she said, rolling her eyes. "Anyone can ask someone out on a date, Vegeta."

Goku watched Vegeta's face fall. It hurt him. He knew Vegeta wouldn't go without putting up a fight, but the reality was worse than what he'd imagined. "I think you'll enjoy yourself, if you just let me show you what I have in store."

"I don't…" Vegeta sighed. "None of this is necessary."

Goku clasped his hands together. "Please?"

"No. I'm not going. It's too—it's too weird."

"Well, that's a dumb reason not to go!" Bulma crossed her arms in a huff. "I know you like to sit around and be boring, but Goku put a lot of effort into this!"

Now it was Goku's turn to feel embarrassed. He didn't need Bulma there to defend him. Part of him wished she'd leave and let them talk alone. "Vegeta, don't you trust me?"

"To a certain extent." Vegeta held up his hand to silence Goku. "The subject is closed. I'm not moving a muscle."

Goku planted his hands on his hips, and cocked his head to the side. "Okay then. I guess I'll have to carry you."

"What!" Vegeta hissed.

Goku walked to the couch and picked up the smaller Saiyan. He let Vegeta rest his head near his armpit as he carried him bridal style. "I bet you feel like a real prince now!"

"Put me down!" Vegeta wiggled in Goku's arms, but couldn't escape.

"No. I won't. You're coming with me, and you're going to like it."

Bulma burst out laughing. "Vegeta, you always wanted to be treated like royalty!"

"Fuck you! You knew this was going to happen, didn't you!" He glared daggers at Bulma's wicked smile.

Goku nuzzled his face against Vegeta's temple. "Don't worry, I won't drop you."

"Put me down now. I swear, Kakarot, I won't hesitate to hurt you if that's what it takes!"

"I don't think you want to do that." Goku walked to the entrance of Capsule Corp. Bulma pressed a button to let him out. "The less you struggle, the easier this will be."

"I'll see you later, Vegeta," Bulma cried. Vegeta reached his arms out toward Bulma. She got smaller and smaller the longer Goku walked away. The front door closed behind them.

He turned his frustration back to Goku and opened his mouth to yell something obscene. He was cut short. "Mm, you look so good," Goku whispered in his ear. He kissed Vegeta deeply and swallowed the words from his mouth.

Moments later, Goku pulled away, and all Vegeta could muster to say was, "Really?"

"Absolutely."

Goku opened his mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by Vegeta kissing him back. They were short, delicate pecks against his cheek, mouth and nose. He'd never been kissed this way before, and certainly not from Vegeta. In a way, he believed he was receiving a gentle apology. He wondered if Vegeta was too prideful to say he enjoyed the earlier compliment, too. Goku decided to save him the embarrassment and not bring attention to it. "Are ya hungry?"

"Hn. Do you have a place in mind?"

"Yep. I think you'll like it!" Goku jumped into the air and flew away east from Capsule Corp.

Vegeta wrapped his arms around Goku's neck as if he'd fall. As if he couldn't break away on his own, lest he plummet to his death. He could have punched Goku, or if he was feeling especially nasty, sent a ki-blast into his face and let Goku deal with the consequences. But instead, he clung to Goku and rest his spiky head against his muscled shoulder. Goku was happy Vegeta found peace in his arms.