The evening meal was a subdued affair; Bulma was still stinging from Vegeta's unnecessarily harsh words earlier and he hadn't apologised – oblivious to the fact that he was supposed to. After his training under the watchful eye of his prince, Goku had been invited by Mrs. Briefs to stay for dinner; and as Vegeta had regained most of his appetite, the table was heaving under the weight of enough food to feed two fully-grown male Saiyajins.

Goku called to Mrs. Briefs – who couldn't see him over the edible mound, "Hey thanks for inviting me to stay, Mrs. B., I'm starved!" and shoved a huge chunk of meat into his mouth. Bulma's mother giggled, replied that is was quite all right and daintily picked a pastry from the pile.

As the sound of Goku's gobbling and Mr. And Mrs. Briefs' quiet chatter drifted around the room, Vegeta picked at his food; he wasn't very hungry.

Vegeta, you should talk to her.

Vegeta blinked as Goku's voice filled his head; the other man didn't use telepathy with him that often and it was a pleasant surprise when he did.

You should converse this way more often, Kakarrot. I don't get to talk to many people telepathically, you're one of the few with whom I can.He slinked further into depression as he was reminded yet again that his race was all but gone.

Don't change the subject, Vegeta. Talk to her.

Why should I?

You upset her this afternoon.

She's fine.

No she's not; listen.

Silence apart from Mr. and Mrs. Briefs' idle chatter,

…

She's not talking; you know Bulma, her mouth's always going. She must be really upset.

Not my problem. He jammed a bite of sausage into his mouth.

It is when she won't talk to you.

I prefer it that way.

There was a pause before, That's not what you thought last night.

Vegeta blinked, what did he mean by that? What are you talking about, Kakarrot? He chewed nervously on a carrot.

I wasn't going to say anything, but I felt one of your dreams last night.

Vegeta's eyes bulged; surely he meant the one with old man Roshi and Pu'ar learning to waltz. He forced himself to be calm as he sent back, Really? That's rare.

That's what I thought, so there has to be some sort of conscious connection with it right?

How did Kakarrot manage to sound so innocent yet so knowing in a telepathic projection? He sent the gorging man a sideways glance along with, Which dream did you sense, Kakarrot? When the tall warrior blushed around a mouthful of rice, Vegeta's heart skipped a beat; oh no, he hadn't seen that one?

Uh…the one where…you…and she…you were…uh…I woke up with a hard-on! Try explaining to your wife that you dreamt you just had sex with one of her closest friends!

Vegeta flushed with embarrassment, and then smirked as he imagined Chichi throwing Goku out of bed with a raging erection.

So what's your point?

My point is that you must really like her for me to have felt this dream.

Vegeta scowled in denial, I don't like her. And grabbed a chicken drumstick.

Goku frowned as he munched thoughtfully. His sovereign liked his friend and the feeling was clearly mutual – it had to be or she wouldn't have been so insulted by his comment. Bulma would be easy to work on to admit her feelings, but Vegeta was another matter; big puppy dog eyes and coaxing smiles wouldn't work on him, he'd just thump the match-maker. After a moment or twos silent thought, a devious smirk spread across his face, What, even when…no, never mind.

Vegeta looked at him, he hated it when the taller man started a thought and didn't finish it, What?

No, it doesn't matter.

What?

You wouldn't be interested.

"KAKARROT, WHAT?!?!" Everyone else stopped eating as Vegeta yelled the first words he'd spoken all night. Ignoring them, he stared at Goku, What?

Goku smiled and selected a few choice details from the previous night's dream, Oh just when you felt her skin, hot and naked next to yours.

Vegeta blushed again as the memory sent a pulse of heat to his groin, Kakarrot…he warned dangerously.

When she was breathing your name against your neck...

Hurriedly excusing himself, Vegeta stood and quickly turned from the table before any of the others could see his burgeoning erection. Striding from the room, he felt Goku follow him, whispering erotic imagery into his mind. Feeling her hot and wet and tight around you as you slowly penetrated her…Stifling a low moan, he hurried to his room. I felt your body straining against hers…Breaking into a sweat, he arrived at his room and was just about to reach for the door knob when Goku appeared before him, capturing his wrists and whipping him around to press him against the door. Vegeta's eyes widened in surprise when he felt Goku's erection rub against his own through the fabric of their trousers, "If that dream did this to me, I can only imagine what it's doing to you."

Vegeta flushed violently, allowed himself a second's guilty pleasure at the teasing friction, then shoved Goku off him before turning away, "I can't, I can't let her-"

"Let her what? Be with you? Be there for you when you need someone?" He paused for dramatic effect, "Love you?"

Vegeta looked up sharply at that before lowering his eyes in uncertainty, "I-I just- I can't…"

Seeing his prince's inner conflict, Goku laid a friendly hand on his shoulder, which Vegeta promptly shrugged off, "Just think about it if nothing else." Then the normal goofy expression replaced the concerned, serious one and he put a hand behind his head, "You never know, you could get a fuck buddy out of it!" and walked away laughing at the look of utter mortification that covered the prince's face.

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