After a few hours, I stack all the used papers up and slide them in my side drawer to look at and study whenever the need arises. Kakarot remains seated on my bed, legs crossed. I put my sketchbook back under the bed, not bothering to put it back in the bag, and hop back up across from him.

"I have an idea."

I chuckle. "That's new."

He laughs back at me lightly. "Oh, shut up. Lets play a game."

"What kind of game?" I stretch my legs out in front of me, my toes almost touching his shins. I lean forward and grab my feet, speaking into my knees, "It better not be stupid."

"It's not. At least I don't think so."

"Fine," I come back up, "What is it?"

He smiles brightly. "It's called 20 questions. Gohan told me about it after he was in public school for a while. You go back and forth with one or a few people and ask whatever 20 questions you want. You have to answer truthfully."

"And if I don't?" I cross my arms indignantly.

"I'm not sure, actually," He laughs, "Wanna play? I think it sounds fun."

I consider for a moment before agreeing with a nod. If I'm going to be Kakarot's best friend I might as well get to know him a little better.

"Sweet! I'll go first, okay? ...Uh, okay. What food do you crave the most often?"

I roll my eyes. Of course his first question would be about food. I know my answer right away.

"Strawberry shortcake."

"Really? That's funny!"

I cross my arms tighter. "What's so funny about it?"

"I don't know," He wipes away a tear, still laughing, "You don't look like you'd like strawberry shortcake all that much. You're too manly."

I uncross my arms, half tempted to smack him, "There's nothing girly about liking strawberry shortcake. It's fuckin' delicious."

"You're adorable, oh my Dende. Strawberry shortcake," He continues to laugh.

My cheeks brighten at the compliment, "Shut up, it's my turn."

He quiets down, rubbing his sore stomach.

I decide to go with the theme, "What weird food combinations do you love?"

"Oh! I love lemonade and brownies."

"Ew, what?"

"Lemonade and brownies! Like when you eat some really rich chocolate and you want a drink. I drink lemonade because it just leaves this really nice aftertaste. Like sweet and sour, you know?"

I shake my head.

"C'mon, it's delicious!"

"I'll take your word for it."

"Fine. What's the first thing you notice about a person?"

I close my eyes and ponder for a minute. I finally come up with an answer after a few seconds.

"Whether or not they're taller than me." I say honestly.

He kind of chuckles to himself before nodding. "That makes sense."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I never knew you were so self-conscious about your height, Veg."

"I'm not! And don't call me that!"

He nods nicely, "You're right, you're right, I'm sorry. What was the first thing you noticed about me?"

I feel my face heat up. I shake my head. "No, no, no. It's my turn, idiot."

"Okay, fine."

"What's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

"Oh!" He puts his hands in his lap shyly as his face heats up. "Uh, I'm not sure. I've seen lots of pretty things."

I smirk. "No, beautiful is different. The most beautiful thing ever?"

He stutters a bit before panicking.

"I'm hungry."

He leaps out of bed and almost trips over the curtains before sprinting to the kitchen to look for a distraction. I smirk and leave the bed after him, casually strolling into the kitchen with my arms crossed.

He's bent at the waist, rummaging through the bottom drawer of the magically refilling fridge. I wonder for a moment if I love him, but the thought is scary and overwhelming so I ignore it. Even though I'm not the slightest bit hungry at the moment, I entertain myself with going through the pantry. I find a box with a delicious looking chocolate cake on the front. Curious, I open it to see a gross looking chunky gray powder. Grimacing, I put it back. Maybe Kakarot will find it eventually and be either hungry enough or stupid enough to try and figure out how to make it.

Turning back toward him, I see that he's now shakily making sandwiches over the sink. I roll my eyes playfully to myself and sit at the small table, crossing my legs.

He makes a few sandwiches for himself, then he pauses and makes a few more on a separate plate. I smile.

He sits across from me after setting the other plate down in front of me.

"I hope you like turkey."

I shrug, picking up a sandwich. "I'm not picky," I say through a mouthful of food.

He nods to to spare door between the pantry and the bathroom, "Did we ever really look through that closet?"

I shake my head, "I don't think so. Maybe it's just equipment or whatever."

"I'm curious. Let's explore. It was pretty big from what I saw, getting the yoga mats."

I had never been in there myself, so I nod in agreement. We both wolf our sandwiches down, excited to explore a new part of the chamber.

We walk into the room slowly, taking in the sheer volume of the room itself. It seemed almost as endless as the chamber training area. The walls were lined floor to ceiling with a whole myriad of things. Giant rolls of paper, drawers upon drawers of things unknown, plenty of weights and mats and machines used for exercise. We look around, not knowing where to start. Kakarot goes for the far corner, where many colorful sticks and tubes and stacks of paper lay.

I watch him leaf through the papers, and even though I can't see his face, I can tell he's getting excited. I smile to myself, happy for him.

I go to the drawers, opening them and rifling through the various things in there. After finding all sorts of papers and notebooks my fingers pause over a smooth shiny stack of papers. Upon closer inspection I find that they have intricate designs all over them. Confused, I flip the papers over to find instructions.

Clean and dry your skin and carefully cut out the design.

Remove clear sheet, place on skin and wait 5-10 seconds.

Wet with water, press and hold wet cloth on skin for 20-30 seconds.

Slide paper off skin.

The temporary tattoos range from delicate insects to giant winding dragons to long strips of fire.

I suddenly have the strong urge to cover my entire body in these.

"Kakarot?"

"Yeah?" He comes up behind me, a huge range of colored pencils in his fist.

I point to the dragon. "These look badass."

"Oh! Temporary tattoos, I remember Gohan having a few every now and again. They seemed kind of childish to me."

"No, but look at these! This is fuckin' cool!"

He kind of chuckles to himself. "Alright. We can play around with them for a while, but I really wanna try out all these tools. I've never used this kind of paint before."

"Yeah, yeah." I lose myself looking through the second drawer full of tattoos. I grab all of the different sized sheets and toss them onto the table, sheets flying everywhere.

"Kakarot, come on!"

I hear another jovial laugh from the closet.

It feels good to let go.

After pulling Kakarot from the art supplies, I read the instructions again and again. I grab a few washcloths from the bathroom and wet them down, putting them on the kitchen counter.

After much time debating I decide to take the big long strip and wrap it all the way down my arm. I'm not sure about what the design is, but it looks cool. Like a cross between barbed wire and fire but all solid black and fucking cool looking. Kakarot smiles down at me from the table. I must look silly sprawled out on the floor surrounded by these childish toys.

"Help me out here, Kakarot." I stand up, peeling the long plastic sheet from the paper and sticking it to my muscular shoulder, "Wrap this around my arm."

He smiles and shakes his head as he wraps my arm in the design, "You're just a big dork, Vegeta. I like this side of you."

I shake my head as he sticks the last of the strip to the inside of my wrist. "I'm not a dork."

I have no argument.

I fetch the towels from the counter, pressing them firmly against my skin. The process is long and annoying, waiting for the design to transfer and then making sure I get all the pieces stuck down, I can see how this would be a bit of a pain for children to do. But then again, children probably aren't giving themselves sleeves with temporary tattoos.

I peel the whole sheet off in one go, the tattoo a striking black against my tanned skin.

I glance at Kakarot, gauging his reaction.

He doesn't look like he thinks I'm silly anymore. Before long he's on the floor with me, picking out his own tattoo.

"I'm starting to think Dende made these himself." He says, holding up a huge sheet with Parunga on it, the Namekian dragon.

"It's no Shenron, but he still looks really cool. I think I want this on my back." He says, handing me the sheet. It covers all of my torso.

"I don't think it'd fit anywhere else, Kakarot." I peel the plastic off the sheet and stick the dragon to his back.

I'm suddenly largely aware of my hands on his body. Somehow I'm mesmerized by his skin and the way it feels through paper. I shake my head and slap the rest of the tattoo on him, grabbing the re-soaked cloths and pressing them against his skin. I lose myself in the contact again, so I only remember what I'm doing when he asks if it's finished. It was finished about five minutes beforehand. I paper slides off smoothly and he's left with the bright green image of the other eternal dragon all over his back.

"I wish I could see it. I bet it looks so cool."

Part of me almost wants to say he looks hot, but I can't say anything like that. I go to my bedside desk.

"What're you doing?"

I grab my polaroid camera from the desk, "I'm gonna show you what it looks like."

I jog back behind him, "Stay still." He does. I snap the picture. It rolls out black, I take it from the exit slot and wiggle it around a bit to get the picture to the surface. It shows up perfectly, Kakarot's muscles look very nice. I show it to him. He smiles big.

"I want more!"

I chuckle, setting my camera down on the floor, "Then lets do more."

We spend hours and hours covering each other in the temporary tattoos and taking pictures and laughing at each other.

Even though it's only been about a week, I feel as if we've broken a lot of barriers. I really feel like we're friends.

Maybe I do love him. But that's a whole other conversation I have to have with myself another day.

The only other spot on my whole upper body is my left pec. I rifle through the tattoos left. Many of them remain, but they all seem very feminine, and while my masculinity isn't fragile in the slightest, all the other tattoos aren't pink and pretty.

But, Kakarot picks up the perfect sized bright pink flower.

"You should use this for your last one."

"But it doesn't fit my aesthetic." I say semi-ironically, motioning to all the solid black designs on my body.

"Yeah, but it'd look cool, don't you think? All black and then one bright one over your heart?"

I hadn't thought about it like that. And it's not like they're permanent or anything.

"Sure. Go for it." I say, holding my arms straight out.

He smirks happily as he peels the last tattoo and places it expertly on my pec. I'm hyper-aware of the way his hands are moving over my skin, but soon they're replaced with the cold of the cloth. He holds it awkwardly for a few seconds before looking into my eyes. The tension builds, but neither of us say anything. We stand there and just look at each other uncomfortably until he delicately removes the paper from my skin.

He was right.

It does look really nice.