Can we please be friends?
By Zogeta
30 July 2004
Vegeta just wants a friend, and it's not until it's almost too late that he finds out that he's had one all along. A buddy fiction with very slight angst in chapter two. So, what you waiting for?
Disclaimer – If I owned Dbz, I wouldn't be so damn broke all the time! And Gohan would dress better. And Bra wouldn't have turned out the way she did! But I own the original characters that appear here and there. And I also own three personalities…would you like to meet them?
Please excuse the sloppiness of this story. I've been unspeakably cruel to my editor and overloaded her with stories. So, to fill the gap while she slaps my stories into shape, I'll be posting this story over the next five days, and I hope to be finished by Friday. Happy Monday, everyone!
Oh, yeah…this story is dedicated to Gutterball, for her excellent story, and to Paler Shade of Blue, for her perfect understanding.
Onwards!
Chapter one: FugitivesA phone rang at Capsule Corp, and Bulma picked it up, cradling it against her ear as she tapped the keys on her keyboard.
"Hello, Bulma Briefs speaking."
"Bulma, its me, Chichi. Is Goku there? He said he was going on a sparring trip with your ex-husband four days ago."
Bulma blinked, as she sat up straight in her leather swivel chair, her fingers leaving the keyboard.
"But…Vegeta said that he was going away with Goku! On…a sparring trip."
Bulma winced, as Chichi broke into a tirade of curses and moans.
"Sparring trip my ass! That no-good, brain damaged, lazy, inane bastard! Just wait until I can get my frying pan!"
Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Chichi, you know how they are. They're Saiyans, they tend to lose track of time when they train."
"I don't care! The last time Goku disappeared, it was for seven years! Now you call that manipulative ex of yours and tell him to bring my Goku back!"
Bulma's eyes narrowed slightly, a habit she'd picked up from Vegeta in their twenty-odd years of acquaintance. They had decided to divorce when Trunks was about five, but they stopped fighting once they weren't married. They ended up being better friends.
"Listen here, Chichi, they can look after themselves. I'm not surprised Goku left you for a while, if you insist on strangling him with your apron strings. I'll call Vegeta, but just to make sure they're okay, not to tell Vegeta to unhand Goku. Goodbye, Chichi."
Bulma put the phone down before Chichi could squeak another word. The blue haired businesswoman waited a moment, then lifted the handset and dialled Vegeta's mobile.
Ring. Ring.
"You should get that, Vegeta."
Vegeta just ignored his phone as he finished off his can of Fanta. The Prince of all Saiyans and the strongest Saiyan were both on Vegeta's couch, unwinding after a hard sparring session. Goku tried to reach for Vegeta's pockets, but Vegeta grabbed his wrist.
"I'm not going to let that spoil our fun. I don't often get you all on your own like this."
Goku looked torn between answering the phone and ignoring it. True, he did have tons of fun with Vegeta when they were together, but he wasn't comfortable with lying to Chichi. Vegeta caught the look in Goku's eyes and sighed, reached into his back pocket, took out his phone and flipped it open.
"Yeah?"
"Vegeta?"
"Bulma."
Bulma smiled on her side of the line.
"Yes, it's me. I was just calling to see if you're okay. Chichi's looking for her husband."
"Tell her that I've got him hostage and I'm not releasing him any time soon."
Goku grinned, as he reached for a handful of marshmallows from the bowl on the table. Vegeta gave him a smirk, while Bulma giggled on the other side.
"I'll pass on the message. How are the two of you for snacks?"
"Lets see." Vegeta put his hand over his phone.
"Hey, Kakarot! How's the food supply?"
Goku got up and went into the kitchen, first checking the fridge, then the pantry, then leaned his head around the door into the sitting room.
"We're good for another two days."
"We're fine, Bulma, but if we need anything, we'll give you a call. And you can tell Lucifer's mother-in-law that she can expect Kakarot home in about a week. I'm not through with him."
"Okay, will do. Have fun torturing Goku."
"But of course."
Vegeta shut the phone flap, then glanced over at Kakarot, who was frowning.
"Hey, what's wrong?" asked Vegeta, looking concerned.
Goku sighed, as he looked up at Vegeta.
"I feel bad lying to my wife about where I am. I told her I'd be back yesterday morning."
Vegeta sat down next to Goku, putting his phone on the table. He knew exactly what was coming.
"Look, Kakarot, I'll be honest with you. I can't stand that banshee of yours, but if she means that much to you, then I can't really stop you from going back home. Its just that…never mind. Go on home, if it makes you feel better."
Goku looked at Vegeta, then smiled.
"Are you sure? You don't mind?"
Of course I do.
"It's fine, I promise. I won't die if you're not around. I like my own company."
I'm so sick of my own company, I don't want to be with myself.
Goku looked relieved, as he stood up, Vegeta walking with him to the front door of his capsule home.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around, Vegeta."
Vegeta folded his arms and smirked.
"I doubt it, Kakarot. Not unless I tie you up and kidnap you."
Goku looked down at his boots, chuckling nervously.
"Hey, thanks for everything, Vegeta."
"Yeah, whatever. You'll probably get grounded for a month, but give me a call when your wife lets you near a phone."
Goku grinned as he started lifting into the air, Vegeta's eyes following him upwards.
"Cheers, Vegeta!"
And with a blast, Goku was gone, and Vegeta's shoulders slumped.
"Cheers, Kakarot."
I need more hellos and fewer goodbyes in my life.
