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Also, I just came out with this cute little GokuxVegeta Poem where Goku tries to make dinner for his beloved...it was just for fun, and I hope you all check it out. It's called
"Dinner for Two" (A recipe for disaster).

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A Desire Is Not A Wish

Chapter 9 - The Antonym of Aversion

Two weeks had passed since the unfortunate tablecloth incident when Vegeta found himself ambushed in his favorite meditation spot. It had taken him many months to find his latest area for reclusion and as he cracked one eye to acknowledge the bothersome heiress and the low-class saiyan in her grasp, he realized it was time to start scouring the complex once more if he wished to have any alone time.

He squinted up at her. "What?"

"Vegeta, all you've been doing for the last two weeks is train and sit out here."

"…And…?"

Bulma placed a hand on her hip. "…And, you've been completely ignoring me, and Goku's been sitting around bored all day- "

"That's not exactly- " Goku attempted to interject before Bulma could cause him any more dismay.

The blue-maned beauty held up a hand and began to talk over him before he could finish. "Listen, Vegeta, you may not want to spend time with me, but if Goku's going to be a guest here, I want you to help make him feel welcome."

Vegeta's only response was a grimace. How was he supposed to get that (gorgeous) buffoon out of his head if the woman wanted him to spend all this time with him?

"All I'm asking is that tonight you watch a movie with Goku and me. I don't think a movie night is too much to ask from your highness," she smirked down at him.

"Hpmh," Vegeta replied, and closed his eyes again.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'. I expect to see you downstairs on the couch in the theater at seven."

Vegeta acted as if they had just left, and so that's exactly what happened, and he was left alone with his thoughts once more. That wasn't good.

So, at seven, Vegeta found himself to be plopped onto a couch with much too much stuffing for his liking, surrounded by the smell of popcorn and way too many sweets. He glanced over at Goku, whose mouth was currently stuffed with ridiculous amounts of licorice and sour patch kids. Before he could make a comment, though, Bulma dropped herself between them on the couch. She raised the remote in her hand and pushed "play".

"You guys are going to love this movie!" she squealed as the lights dimmed and the screen began to glow.

Vegeta shifted further back into the couch. Earlier that evening, he had paced back and forth for quite some time debating with himself whether or not he should even bother showing up at the utter waste of time, otherwise known as a "movie night". Bulma had talked him into it once, but it had only taken that one time to make him never want to do it again. It seemed incredibly pointless to watch humans in their boring and often unnecessary pursuits whilst stuffing one's face with countless empty calories. But tonight he felt differently about it. He would have liked to believe that it had nothing to do with his inexplicable feelings toward Goku, but he had to admit to himself that he had wanted nothing more than to follow him around staring at him over the last two weeks. While this was definitely a major contributor to his decision, the one thing that made this waste of time worth it to him was the feeling of debt toward Bulma.

When he had told her Goku would be staying with them for an undefined amount of time, she had welcomed him with open arms, and had not asked questions. The biggest feeling Vegeta had toward her, though, was admittedly guilt. She was a beautiful, strong, and amazing woman. And Vegeta wasn't stupid. He knew all of this, and he knew that she had unending options when choosing a mate. She had chosen him, and he had done nothing but ignore her and lust after someone else. So, needless to say, his final decision had led him here, since a "movie night" was probably the least he owed her. And he felt he had made the right decision…that was, until her beeper went off.

The little nuisance set off a loud and irritating alarm, to which Bulma responded by getting up and promptly exiting the room, uttering a quick excuse about something in the lab to them both. But as she left, she also added, "Don't mind my leaving, though. You two have fun, okay?" and Vegeta could swear that he saw her shoot a wink at him, and grin a knowing grin as she left.

Stunned by the sudden change in setting, the saiyans looked at each other, and quickly looked away. Vegeta's eyes were plates as he felt his heart begin to race. Why would she seemingly purposefully leave them in this awkwardly intimate situation?

Minutes passed, and it seemed like neither of them had done so much as breathe. Finally Vegeta cleared his throat. "This movie is stupid."

Goku laughed…much too loudly. "Yeah. I'm not watching it."

"Neither am I," Vegeta said quickly. They looked at each other and Goku smiled. His smile faded quickly, though, and they both returned to looking in opposite directions. A few more minutes passed before Vegeta finally let out a breath, and decided to force himself to watch the movie. He glanced over at Goku, who had apparently begun to get involved in it as well.

"Kakarot…why do humans always act so foolishly?"

He seemed surprised at the sudden direct acknowledgement. "Huh? What do you mean?"

He gestured toward the screen. "Well, if the female wishes to lose a guy in ten days, why does she not simply kill him after mating as some species do?"

"Well…" Goku seemed to be at a loss for words. "I think, it's because she likes him. And sometimes…love can make things complicated."

"Hpmh," Vegeta grunted in response, and both the saiyans went back to watching the movie in silence. After a moment, he noticed Goku edging himself closer to him. His pulse picked up again. What should he do?

"Vegeta?"

"Yes?"

"Would you like some popcorn? It's really good."

He looked at the giant bucket situated in Goku's lap. "It's kind of cold, though," Goku continued. "It's better when it's warm, I guess."

Vegeta locked eyes with him, and he felt himself melt in the saiyan's gaze. "Well," he forced himself to speak, even though he could feel his heart pounding in his throat. "You could just do this," he extended his hand over the bucket, dangerously close to the place he felt himself yearning for. He formed a small ball of energy in his hand, and began to heat the food throughout.

He looked up as he passed his hand back and forth, and noticed Goku's eyes beginning to glaze over as the warmth traveled over the center of his body. He finally lost the battle with himself and his eyes closed, allowing Vegeta's gaze to ravish his body as he had wanted to since he had first entered the room. He noticed the rising and falling if Goku's chest as his breathing became heavier and more feverish. He noticed his tongue grazing his lips as he tried to hold back his salivation, much the same as the struggle Vegeta was undergoing.

Finally, Vegeta stopped the heating process and reached into the bucket. But he wasn't after the food. He pulled the bucket away, and looked deep into Goku's now open eyes. Before either could think, the prince was on top of him. Tongues battled, and teeth grazed skin. Vegeta's fingers raked through Goku's hair and he felt Goku's hands traveling up inside his shirt. He cocked his head to the side in order to push himself deeper into Goku's mouth, then his mouth journeyed down to the nape of his neck, where he bit and tugged at hot skin.

He pushed Goku down on the couch to a sprawling position, and was just about to force himself on him once more, when the worst possible thing in the history of the entire saiyan race happened.

Footsteps on the stairs, and the sound of a kitty.