"This pasta is delicious Vegeta!" said Goku, slurping it up.
"Glad you like it, my secret sauce is unrivalled. Look, you have to wish Chichi back. Goten needs a mother, even if she is unfaithful."
"Well, I guess I could just divorce her."
"Bulma will probably want to go through with the divorce when she gets back. I'm deluding myself if I think I can save the relationship. I don't know what drove her into an affair, but I think the marriage is beyond help. I can't even imagine touching her or being intimate with her, not after what she's done. I guess I just don't want to admit that I failed as a husband. I'll probably get a fair divorce settlement, and I'll go live on a nice little island somewhere with a capsule house and a graviton, suntan, swim and train every day and party by night. Trunks and Bra can see me whenever they want and their mother and that shithead Yamfuck can live here. I'll take all my stuff with me, and I'll be a happy saiyan. Heck, maybe I'll even start dating again, or at least enjoy being a bachelor."
"Sounds like a good idea. Mind if I join you on the dating scene? I can dance pretty well." They both laughed, and sat in silence for a little while, eating pasta. Then Vegeta put his fork down, folded his arms and looked at Goku, who had a string of pasta hanging out his mouth.
"I don't understand, Kakarot. Why would you want to be
friends with someone like me? All I've ever done is plan your death, insult
you, hurt you and treat you like shit. So why do you care about me at all? Any
sane person would have run away at the start.'
"Well, first of all, I'm not sane. You know that. Secondly, I know that deep
down, you have a heart Vegeta, even though it's not the biggest one around.
You're my last link to my race, my past. I've known you longer that my father.
Since we fought Majin Buu, I've gotten to know you, and under that hard,
scarred exterior, there's a really good guy under there. That's why I bother."
"You're too kind." Vegeta chucked a pasta strand at him, which he caught in his teeth.
"Yeah, I know. Hey, wanna spar?!"
"You're asking for it, Kakarot!"
"Yeah, whatever."
Over the next month, Vegeta started coming out of his depression. He spent more and more time with Kakarot, in the training room, playing pool, watching DVDs (they both love action and manga) and, of course, eating. It seemed as though all the barriers between them had come down. One day they were sitting on the giant blue couch in the home theatre sharing a massive bowl of popcorn and watching a martial arts film.
"I love Matrix Forty Eight- Reinvented! It's so funny!" said Goku, dipping his hand into the bowl between them.
"Yeah, but this Neo clone is weak. I could whip his ass, no trouble." Vegeta reached out for more popcorn and ended closing his fingers over Goku's hand. He was too engrossed in the movie to notice and drew Goku's hand up to his mouth. Goku was also too absorbed in the movie to notice that Vegeta was holding his hand. With his eyes still on the massive screen, Vegeta brought Goku's hand up to his mouth and bit down on it.
"Youch!" Goku pulled his hand away and held it with his other one.
"Ow, Vegeta! What did you do that for?!"
"Sorry, wasn't paying attention." Vegeta wiped his mouth.
"Man your teeth are sharp! What do you do with them? File them every day?!"
"Just calm down! I said I was sorry!" for some reason they were both blushing. They looked at the screen, not really watching the movie. What was that! thought Vegeta. Since when did I zone out when I watch TV? Mmm, Kakarot tastes really delicious…what am I thinking!? Good Kami, I need to go take a cold shower!
"Um, I'm just going to go make more popcorn, be back soon." Vegeta stood up.
"Need help?"
"No, its fine, I can handle it." blurted Vegeta, excusing himself from the room, leaving a perplexed Goku staring after him.
"Vegeta! You forgot the bowl…"
Goku looked at his left hand and saw faint bite marks and slight reddening.
"Wow, Vegeta has really soft lips, I wonder how he- stop it Goku! What's gotten into you?! He's just your friend dammit! Get a grip on yourself man! This is Vegeta we're talking about, not some girl! He's not into that stuff!" Goku leaned back into the soft cushions and thought for a while.
"Not that I mind. But he'd never even consider it." He said, a little sadly.
Vegeta was sitting on his bed and thinking. He pushed his hand through his hair, frowning.
"I almost marked Kakarot! If I had broken through his skin then we would have been bonded! That was too close. I like the guy, but just as a friend. Okay, maybe best friend. Hell, he's my only friend. And that's how it is going to stay. He's just a friend, just a good friend." Vegeta ran his tongue along his teeth.
"I can still taste him…"
Vegeta reappeared in the lounge, bearing a fresh bowl of popcorn. They started the next DVD, but things seemed a little different. More tense. Goku was hesitant to put his hands in the popcorn.
"Dammit, Kakarot, its not like I'm going to intentionally bite you again! Once was enough. Eat the damn popcorn."
Vegeta grabbed a handful and put it on his lap, so that he would have his own supply.
"There, now take. Honestly Kakarot, it's okay. I promise I won't bite your hand again." Goku smiled sheepishly and tentatively reached into the popcorn. Vegeta turned his attention to the screen and tried to ignore Kakarot. He didn't like the way his neck was getting all hot.