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Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its affilates (finally, something normal)

Instead of waiting like he had the other night, Vegeta made his way to Goku's table and helped himself to his seat. Spring wasn't kidding when she said Goku's name was on the table; it was etched both into the back of the chair and right in front of him. A few of the woman began making their way over to him as they realized he was sitting there, but a look in their direction angled them away. He waited until someone told Jessenia of his appearance before he made himself comfortable. Jessenia's eyes flashed when one of them whispered something in her ear and she turned to him, barely suppressed hostility. When she recognized his face, however, she grinned. She nodded reassuringly to the woman who was still speaking to her and made her way to his table.

Taking a seat next to the man, she handed him a menu and let him glance it over. "I said I wanted us to meet at my house."

"I'm hungry and you owe me a free meal."

"Goku's supposed to be coming in here tonight, that's why I said tomorrow."

"I've no problem with sharing a table with the idiot. Why should he have a problem with sharing with me?"

"He doesn't, I'm sure. But you both eat like elephants so I don't think this table can handle it."

"I'm here first," he looked up and smirked. "I get served first. I'll be in and out. Unless what you have to tell me will take longer than one meal?"

She looked him over and wondered how something this cocky came off Goku's planet. The view she had of the place was the people were humongous, but they were sweethearts. "No; it shouldn't. But if you have an attention span like Goku when eating, it's going to take quite a while."

"I'm divisible."

"OK." She stood and reached for his menu; he complied. "What'll you have?"

"What does Goku usually have?"

She bent down, attracting the view of several customers and opened the menu into all four sections. "He usually has number's 1 through 5, 9 through 11, 20 through 25, 30 through 37, 40 through 50, 52 through 56, and 68 through 73. That's just the regular."

Vegeta grinned, wondering if he wasn't a lost cause anyhow. "That'll do."

Jessenia raised her eyebrows, sighed and went into the kitchen. 'Goku's special!' he heard her yell. He thought he even heard some of the waitresses groan before following her in the back. The place was full, as it was the other night so Vegeta was surprised that the girls had managed to keep the table empty as it was. There was a certain form of respect surrounding the table and it made Vegeta feel supreme. Within record time, he was sure; platters of food began flooding in the room, all headed for his table.

He grinned toothily as he saw Jessenia headed the rest and she sat the biggest platter at his table. Eventually, the rest of the foods followed and he was left alone with a huge table of food. Giddily, he picked up a fork and began reaching, then changed his mind and reached for something else, and then changed his mind again and reached for something else. All the while, Jessenia looked at him and watched him become frustrated with the choices. She finally sighed, feeling sorry for the man and sat beside him.

She reached for a plate that had a huge steak with a small baked potato with sour cream, shredded cheddar cheese and chives on top and placed it in front of him. He glanced at her like she was a God as saliva literally dripped from his mouth. She grimaced but pointed to the plate anyway.

"Goku usually starts with this."

It was as though he didn't hear her. The knife went easily through the steak as he cut it into four quarters. Then, he reached for another baked potato, slathered two on all four pieces and began chopping down on one.

"That's exactly how Goku eats his," Jessenia said, surprised. It was as though the prince had forgotten himself as he sat at this table. He mumbled something incoherently even he had trouble understanding. "What?"

He swallowed the huge piece of steak without choking. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" He reached for the steak again and bit in, moaning at the taste.

"Oh. I know something about you and Goku."

"Tats sus a stupid pain."

"What?"

He swallowed again and looked at her. "That's such a stupid name. Why would anyone name his or her son Goku? Now I have a fitting name-," Vegeta grabbed for the third piece of steak.

"He's a Saiya-jin, dolt."

"Dis pain shush be, Kakarotto!" He hacked and looked at her. "What?" She climbed behind him on the chair and proceeded to give him the Heimlich maneuver.

"I know that both you guys are Saiya-jins."

Instead of admitting the truth, he decided to play the dumb one when the piece of steak went down smoothly. "What's a Saiya-jin?"

She groaned and stuck her hand down his back. She found what she was looking for and circled the base of his tail with her thumb. An involuntary shiver ran down the prince's back. She climbed down and took off her stilettos, narrowing her eyes at him as he recovered. "That's a Saiya-jin."

Vegeta looked around the room; surprised no one had heard her as loud as she was speaking. He gripped her collar and dragged her closer. Jessenia's eyes widened. "You tell anyone this-,"

"I've been known about Goku," she brushed his hand away from her collar and straightened her uniform. "What makes you think I would tell anybody about you?"

He grunted and reached for a different plate of food. "Does knowing my secret make this meal cost something?"

She laughed and looked at him, noticing how similar he was to Goku. "Not at all. This one's still on me. Plus, considering the amount of money you gave to us the last time you were here, I could always just take it out of there."

Vegeta grinned at her from the side as he bit into a Sloppy Joe. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as she thought that would be his favorite food from now on.

"Vegeta?" someone called. They looked up to see a very modest Spring (well, as modest as working at a place like that would allow). Vegeta wiped his mouth and grinned sheepishly at the woman he'd just slept with two days ago.

Spring looked down with murder in her eyes as she saw how close the bitch Jessenia had gotten to Vegeta and so quickly. She already had Goku; couldn't Spring keep this fine specimen of man for herself?

"Hey, I thought you'd call me."

"Hey, I don't call people," Vegeta stated coldly.

Spring knew when someone was playing at her own game and wasn't ready to back down. "Well, it figures you'd want a whore to serve you after having this," she referred to herself with a wave of her hand. Vegeta laughed coolly and put an arm around Jessenia, not willing to give in.

"This whore serves it better and cleaner than you ever will."

Her nostrils flared and she reached for Jessenia. Right before her hand connected with the pregnant woman's arm, a hand stopped her. The grip around her wrist tightened slightly and pulled her hand back from Jessenia. Goku stood there with a not-so-nice expression on her face.

"What are you doing, Spring?" Goku asked calmly.

She became a little afraid because Goku had never used that tone with her. "I was just getting a speck of dirt of Jessenia's shoulder."

Goku narrowed his eyes at her, obviously not believing her story. Vegeta just ate calmly but it was obvious all his interest was on the exchange. "And I guess the nails were an unconscious side effect."

"Nails? What nails, sweetie pie?"

He painfully brought her wrist directly in front of her face and pointed with the other hand. "These nails, Spring."

She laughed as though nothing were wrong. To be honest, she was terrified because now she saw what everyone was talking about Goku having ferocity in his black eyes. "Oh those. I just had them manicured, see baby." She turned her hand with difficulty in his grip and splayed her fingers. She reached for his face with the other hand. "Aw, baby, we were just playing."

"Uh huh. Beat it, Spring before Bobby gets the real estimate of how many people you go home with exactly."

Spring's eyes widened as she remembered there were supposed to be no customer-employee relationships. She scurried off to the non-smoking section as soon as Goku released her. Jessenia looked up at Goku with wide eyes as Vegeta began laughing uncontrollably. This time, he had enough sensibility to swallow first. Goku took a seat next to Jessenia, a little angry that his table had such a tight fit.

"Bejita," Goku called in Japanese.

Vegeta looked up at the other and stopped laughing.

"Nani wo shimasuka?"

"Eating obviously, Kakarotto."

Jessenia looked between the dark haired men and realized a fight when she sensed one. "Um, excuse me." She squeezed from between them, leaving the Saiya-jins to stare one another down.

"Who the hell is Kakarotto?"

"Kakarotto is the name I've decided to give you since I've found you are a Saiya-jin. You need a good strong name. Goku will just not do."

Goku narrowed his eyes and licked his lips. Suddenly, they were dry and the effect the other was having on him was one not desired. He reached for a chicken leg that Vegeta had yet to touch and helped himself to it. The prince became outraged.

"What are you doing?" he shouted. "Do not ever place yourself in the position to touch my food ever again!"

"Or what?" Goku couldn't help but tease even though he knew it would get him into a lot of trouble.

"Or.or.you must realize," he began with a certain glint in his eyes. "I am the prince of all Saiya-jins and therefore you must bow down to me!"

This earned several glances from around the restaurant but from the looks on both men's faces, it would've been useless to ask.

"Bow down to you?" Goku whispered.

"You are nothing according to my status. You will always be nothing! Now bow!"

Because Goku was, for some reason, intrigued by what the prince may have had underlying that command, he did exactly what he was commanded to do. However, bowing brought him right into Vegeta's lap. Apparently, the prince just noticed this as well and went to shy away. Aburptly, Goku turned his head in Vegeta's lap and inhaled his scent. His Saiya-jin nose liked what it smelled and now, regardless of the place he was in, he moved to get closer to the scent.

And made Vegeta jerk in surprise.

The prince mewed in his throat and went to push the other man away, both of them completely forgetting they were in a restaurant full of people. "Kakarotto," Vegeta moaned. This made the bigger Saiya-jin snap up and hit his head on the table. Relived for the release in tension, Vegeta laughed and reached for another plate of food. Goku sat back and remained silent as he watched the prince finish off two plates of food in record time.

"Do you mind if I get myself a snack and eat here?"

"Not at all, Kakarotto."

Goku nodded and waved Jessenia over.

"You boys settled your differences?"

"Basically. Jessi, I want something to eat. Not a whole thing but maybe some desserts."

Jessi groaned and made her way into the backroom yelling 'Goku special desserts!' Vegeta looked over at the larger Saiya-jin and grinned to himself. 'I wonder why the man has servings named after him.'

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