The Destroyer awoke in a familiar bed. As he felt around the sheets, he noticed he was alone in his bed. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Vegeta began to search for his Attendant's energy. From what he could tell, Goku was in the kitchen once again. The Destroyer let out a small chuckle as his eyes rolled. You'd think a being who didn't need to eat wouldn't want to eat every five minutes. It took Lord Vegeta a long time to realize he didn't actually need to eat. It seemed the lesson was a little harder to learn for his Saiyan counterpart.
As Vegeta sat up, the scents of delicious foods were wafting themselves into his nose. The Destroyer felt his stomach begin to rumble. Damn that Kakarot… He's always cooking something that smells mouthwatering. Looking down, Vegeta saw he was sporting a change of clothes. He also felt freshly washed. The Destroyer sighed, appreciating the gesture made by his Attendant.
One thing that was still plaguing Vegeta's mind however, was how this dimension worked. As far as he could tell, Goku's hand crafted training room had the most difficult parts of every training space the two have sparred in. It crushed and pressured the Destroyer more than he thought was possible. The end result was something he couldn't even fathom. His weapons disappeared moments after Hale was split in two. Vegeta was unsure of how to get them back, but he had a feeling they would show up when he needed them.
This dimension is more than a training space. The Destroyer continued to ponder. Somehow this space is cut off from everyone in the outside world, except for Zeni and Zeno. How does someone do that?
If Kakarot and I could keep our actions contained to this dimension… Would there be any harm done? Would anyone ever find out?
"Hey! I made some fried rice and steak, just like you like it. I hope you're hungry!"
The voice startled the Destroyer, causing him to jolt from his position on the bed. Goku's hand made its way to the back of his head as his cheeks turned red.
"You weren't awake for me to ask,but I figured after that big fight, a nice meal would help you get back into sparring shape. We've got a lot of practice ahead of us."
"Is there a time when you're not thinking about food?" Vegeta asked with a chuckle. Although he complains about his Attendant cooking nearly every hour, the Destroyer quickly made his way to the kitchen once again to devour what Goku cookied.
"I guess eating has always been a part of my life. It felt strange to give it up after I came to this realm. I know I don't have to eat, but I guess I still like remembering I was human." The Attendant said from behind Vegeta. He watched as the Destroyer began devouring the goodies on the table. A smile crossed his features. I know you love my cooking Vegeta… You don't have to hide it. Goku thought to himself as he took a seat across from the Destroyer.
"How will we know how much time has passed in here?" Vegeta asked between bites.
"Well, I figured Zeni and Zeno would just poof us out of here whenever the tournament is underway." Goku chuckled. "I don't have much way of telling how much time has passed. We can go back whenever you're ready, that is if you don't want to stay in the training space."
"You know, after all these centuries, you'd think a warrior like yourself wouldn't be flying by the seat of his pants." Vegeta took a large bite of steak, attempting to drown it with the drink in his hand.
The Attendant felt a heat rise to his cheeks. His hand rubbed the back of his head, looking away from Vegeta. "I know. However, sometimes not having a plan is a great plan!"
"With thinking like that, the ax would've cut you in half as well, Kakarot."
"What do you mean?" Goku asked innocently
"Kakarot…" The Destroyer tried to choose his words carefully. Vegeta found himself moving rice around on his plate as he contemplated. "Do you remember the time Frieza came to Earth, and you nearly had him? But then, Sorbet hit you with that ray gun?"
"Yeah? How could I forget.." The warrior felt the heat leave his body, that was one of his most embarrassing moments, other than giving Cell a Senzu.
"It's things like that Kakarot, that separate good warriors from great ones. If you wouldn't have let your guard down during that battle, it would've turned out completely different. There are beings like Frieza out there, some even worse than him. Some won't stop until they have the upper hand. You can't give them the chance to."
"Well.." Goku ran his hand along the back of his head.
"Kakarot, I'm serious." Vegeta reached across the table, grasping his Attendant's hand. "Not everyone is willing to change their way of life. Most people that tend to do bad things don't want to stop doing them. I know you have seen it happen with your own eyes. I can't deny that people do change. You have a profound effect on many people in your world, but not everyone deserves your kind energy.
"Over the next few days, I'm going to do everything in my power to break you of that damned habit. Even if it means sacrificing limbs." The serious tone never left the Destroyer's voice or features.
Goku was surprised at Lord Vegeta's behavior. He met his Destroyer's solemn gaze, wondering what in Zeni' s name would cause him to be so stubborn about this. "Vegeta… Is there something you're not telling me?"
The Destroyer sighed, breaking their eye contact. "I just… I care about you Kakarot. I don't want to lose my best sparring partner over him not keeping his guard up, or giving his energy to people who don't deserve it."
Vegeta's Attendant wasn't sure what to say. Goku squeezed the Destroyer's hand, peering at Vegeta until he met his gaze. "Just sparring partner?"
The Destroyer rolled his eyes, a sly smile playing on his features. "Well of course you're my Attendant as well!"
Goku chuckled, his thumb tracing patterns on Vegeta's hand. "Okay..Well, I care about you too Vegeta. I look forward to this training. I think after all this time I should learn to keep my guard up." He mentions before taking his hand back. The warrior began to stuff his mouth with food once again.
The rest of their meal was eaten in silence. After the Destroyer was finished, he began taking the dishes to the sink. Although he knew Goku could just wave his staff to get them clean, Vegeta felt the need to do this mundane task for some reason. It reminded him of the times Bulma would make him help with dishes.
"If you're going to dirty every plate in the house, you can live with cleaning a few dishes." She would always say to her husband.
"I can finish these up, if you like?" A raspy voice came from behind the Destroyer.
"You don't have to clean my dirty dishes. Go back to bed and relax."
Vegeta was unable to move from his spot in front of the sink. Both of Goku's hands were placed on the edge of the counter. The Destroyer could feel the head from the other Saiyan's body radiating onto his back. "I don't think I can relax… I feel too tense." While partially true, Vegeta was more tense from the situation in front of him than anything else.
Goku chuckled from behind the Destroyer. "Let me finish these dishes, then I can help us find a way to relax."
His voice was like a whisper in the Destroyer's ear, causing Vegeta to shiver. "I can't get out of the way if you're behind me."
The Attendant chuckled before moving, waving his staff to clean the dishes.
Vegeta walked to the fridge, seeing a few random things there. After eating the delicious meal Goku prepared, the Destroyer felt the desire for something sweet. Looking around the refrigerator, Vegeta noticed a blue can of whipped cream. His eyes widened in delight while he quickly snatched it from the fridge. The Destroyer opened his mouth and began spraying the whipped cream into his mouth. Hearing a laugh from behind him, Vegeta turned to see Goku still washing the rest of the dishes with the help of his staff. The warrior tiptoed quietly as possible towards his Attendant. Vegeta placed the nozzle right next to Goku's cheek, pressing downwards. This caused it to spray all over the side of the Attendant's face.
Goku nearly screamed at the sudden noise and feeling of something spraying him. Jumping back from his attacker, the Attendant noticed his Destroyer hunched over in guffaws. Goku's features didn't look nearly as amused as Vegeta's.
Before the Destroyer could notice, Goku steals the can from his fingers. The warrior then returns the favor, spraying Vegeta's hair and forehead. This caused the Destroyer to fall back, hitting the floor. That didn't faze Goku however, he didn't stop spraying until the can was completely empty.
The Attendant stood over his Destroyer, seeing the mess they created only fueled both warriors' laughter.
Lord Vegeta blew a puff of air through his mouth, causing whipped cream to fly into the air. "Way to go Kakarot! You used all the whipped cream!"
"That's okay, I think it was put to good use." The Attendant smirked while kneeling on all fours on top of his Destroyer. A low purr began emanating from Goku's chest. He felt the Destroyer squirm beneath him, causing the Attendant to place his hands on each side of Vegeta's torso.
Meeting his gaze, the Attendant watched as Vegeta's finger reached Goku's cheek. Scraping some of the whipped cream from his face, the Destroyer placed his finger at his Attendant's mouth. "Remove it."
"Yes, my Lord." Goku whispered before slowly enveloped the Destroyer's finger. His tongue lapped the whipped cream up as though he were starving. The Attendant bobbed his head for extra effect, seeing the wide eyed Destroyer lick his own lips at the display.
Pulling away from the appendage, Goku leaned forward, taking it a step farther. His tongue darted out, taking whipped cream from Vegeta's cheek. The Attendant slowly removed every bit of whipped cream from Vegeta's face. The small moans and mewls coming from the Destroyer below him caused Goku to chuckle. The Attendant ended his journey on Vegeta's lips.
Goku captures his lips in a heated kiss. Both warriors moan as their lips crashed together. The Attendant lowered himself, resting most of his weight on his arms as he continued to devour the man beneath him.
The Destroyer awoke in a dark room, feeling a broad chest beneath his head. As Vegeta's vision began to adjust to the darkness in the room, he noticed a pair of royal blue boxer shorts on the man under him. For the first time in centuries, Lord Vegeta felt well rested after waking up. The times he did rest his eyes were plagued with nightmares of the past. With his Attendant in the same bed however, the nightmares were nowhere to be found. Vegeta couldn't remember the last time he managed to have a dreamless sleep. With his head on his Attendant's chest, Vegeta could feel Goku's steady breathing. Deep breath in, hold, slow exhale. As the Destroyer listened to the calming sound, he felt himself becoming groggy once again.
The Destroyer moved his head from Goku's chest, something catching his eye on his Attendant's neck. Vegeta's eyes widened as he noticed a significant amount of bruising around his neck and collarbone. What have I done? The Destroyer thought, his heart nearly pounding out of chest. Upon closer inspection, Vegeta noticed there were no puncture wounds, indicating they never consummated their bond. Instead of giving into the feelings of sleep, Vegeta silently removed himself from his Attendant's grasp. He made his way to the kitchen/living area. Looking out on the training grounds, the Destroyer began to contemplate the true reason he wanted to be in this dimension in the first place.
We don't have time to waste… Vegeta contemplated as he began pacing. If we're going to defeat Haile, we shouldn't be using our free time to mess around. We need to be using it for training!
With that final thought the Destroyer set out into their training dimension, in search of his weapons.
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