*Sqauts* Good evening, this fic is brought to you by the people of: 'I shipped this pairing as a joke but now I cannot unsee it.' I blame the creator of 'Real Men Don't Make Sandwiches' for suggesting the odd friendship and the creator of 'I Love You for Psychological Reasons' for making it into a shipping. I have obsessed over this pairing/friendship because of you two and now, this is my thanks. The title is a song by Willow Smith, that I heard once and now have to apply to this pairing, more of her songs will be used for chapters because; I may have a playlist for these two already, and can not be stopped.

Another note- Ao3 has decided not to decent and allow the pedophiliac writing of a real minor by hiding behind 'RPF', and since I am decent, all of my writing will be posted here until further notice.

Vegeta does not know where it had begun, this feeling that was unassociated with hatred, overwhelming ego and an undoubted pride. It bloomed in his stomach and, like a virus, struck at his heart and it made him weak.

And, if there was one thing that the Prince of All Saiyans hated, it was feeling weak.

Actually, through all of his life, Vegeta never had moments where he felt weak.

Not when he lost his home planet to a genocidal dictator with a bad lipstick color, making him and two others, essentially the last of his race and an orphan. Not when years later, he finds out that there was one more of his kind left but only to find him unaware of who he is, making him just as human as the earthlings. Or when believing himself to be stronger than this man, only to find himself beaten by him and weak human friends. Or when he, hundreds of feet in the air, came to the realization that he could not actually beat the person that destroyed his planet and found himself crying like a child. Or when finally, he was begging with even more tears in his eyes for his enemy to avenge their people with a punctured lung after being seen as disposable.

Maybe that was the effect of dying and coming back to life had on you, your purpose gone and essentially a clean slate created by the universe.

Well, Vegeta thought the universe had a twisted sense of humor.

Even now, in the gravity chamber, covered with bruises and bandages and not yet a super saiyan, the same legend he proclaimed himself to be, stolen by his enemy who did not even know anything about their people, he could feel something bubbling inside of him.

His energy all around him, rising by the second, it haunted him. He was still nowhere close to reaching his goal and he had been at it for a few weeks, since he crashed landed back on Earth. Since his lovely host had decided that he would be living with her, even though, why would she let the alien who killed her friends and laughed about it?

Well ever since being stranded on earth, Vegeta has learned that earthlings are batshit crazy.

"Oh my God Vegeta, what the hell are you doing in there?"

Speaking of batshit crazy, here is the woman who could be walking and taking definition of it.

Vegeta looked up to see Bulma's piercing blue eyes glaring at him, though they kind of lost their heat when they were all red and when they were just on a screen. She had heavy bags under her eyes and looked like she hadn't slept in a few days. That may be the fault of a certain alien prince, who refused to understand the meaning of relaxing.

"I told you to stay out of the gravity chamber, I can't keep on fixing it. I have a life you know." She said through gritted teeth. It took everything within her not to bash her head against the controls, though that may send Vegeta to an off planet if she's lucky.

Vegeta just grunted, which is his universal sign of telling someone to 'piss off.'

Okay, Bulma was really tempted now, "Actually I wouldn't have to keep fixing the chamber, if you would learn to calm the fuck down."

She got no answer, "Don't fucking ignore me! I swear to God, I'll drag you out there myself if I have to!"

Vegeta glared at her and said, "I'd like to see you try."

Bulma let out a frustrated scream before ending the call and the chamber was again filled with his the sounds of Vegeta's energy and grunts.

Bulma did not know why she thought it was a great idea to shelter the alien personification of a napoleon complex but that's what happens when you're impulsive and have Son Goku as your friend. Who, by the way, should be the one to deal with this but no, he had to stay with his family and train for another fight. Still resisting the urge to make good on her threat, she took a deep breath and counted to a hundred.

Calm down Bulma, you're too pretty to deal with this bullshit. Bulma stood up from her desk and ran a hand in her unkempt permed hair. You're also one of the smartest people in the world, surely you could find a way.

Then a light bulb went off and a small smile came across her face. Bulma turned toward a home phone sitting next to her work and reached for it.

~STARS~

Krillin was honestly having a good day while he was cleaning the kitchen of the Kame House after breakfast. It was the first time in a few months that Krillin truly felt...real, the odd thing about it, he did not know why he was so happy. He just woke up wanting to get up, not stay in bed for the rest of his life and never move again.

So, he got up for the day and started to move around the house, doing the chores. He was already done with laundry, had already cooked breakfast for the house (which actually got him a thank you from his housemates) and now was starting to clean the dishes from the meal. He was putting away the last dish once drying it off, drenching his hands in warm water after rinsing off his hands and stepping off the stool made for him when the house phone rang.

Humming to himself, he walked over and answered it, "Hello, Kame House resident, Krillin speaking?"

There was some rustling on the phone, "Oh thank God, Krillin, it's you. Hey, it's Bulma! How have you been?"

Krillin smiled, "Hey Bulma, great to hear from ya. I am doing great, how about you?" He started to shift from foot-to-foot.

There was a sigh over the phone, "Not that great, as you know, my...guest has been giving me trouble."

Krillin nodded in agreement, letting Vegeta staying over anyone's house seemed like a disaster waiting to happen.

"Sheesh, sorry to hear about that, I wish there was a way we could help." Oh, but what Krillin did not know was that he was going to be the biggest help of Bulma's life.

There was a pause, "...Well there might be something you can do for me."

Krillin blinked, "Oh, what do you need from me?"

"Well…"

"No." Was the only answer that Vegeta was willing to give.

He had just gotten out of his unbelievable disaster of a training session and now he was being harassed by the woman right when he gets to the kitchen, trying to find something to eat. Bulma was leaning against the counter with her arms crossed, staring at him

"Oh come on Vegeta, aren't you tired of being inside of the house and not having anything to do. I know I am, you know for an alien, you sure doing nothing all day. Besides, you finally get to be with someone other than me. " She told him, giving the brightest look she could manage as he stared at her with a bored one.

Vegeta just grunted again before taking a sip of his sports drink, "You mean with your friend, Baldy. I would rather be killed by Frieza or grovel at Kakarot again before I go out with your friends."

Bulma sighed before staring up at the ceiling, "Well, then I guess I can't keep on fixing the gravity chamber then." She huffed innocently, twirling her fingers in her hair as she said it

Vegeta froze, "Excuse me what?"

You see, the one thing you need to know about Bulma Briefs is that despite not having any balls, she still has the biggest balls in the room. And Vegeta was going to learn that the hard way.

Bulma just stared at him, "You heard me, home boy. Either you go on this little night out on the town or no more gravity chamber."

Vegeta felt his mouth clench, who the hell did the woman think she was! Commanding an elite to do this waste of time with a threat! He should blast her-but then how would he train or who would fix the gravity chamber when he finally broke the machine permanently? Dear goddess, the woman made shit hard for him on purpose.

Vegeta grumbled again, "What time is it?"

Bulma gave him a bright smile and let her arms fall to her side, "Krillin will be here at 8:00. That means you need to shower and change by the time he gets here. Don't worry I have an outfit picked out for you; I don't trust you to dress yourself."

With that, she left the kitchen after giving him a wink. Vegeta just continued to grumble.

~STARS~

The things he does for his friends.

Krillin sighed as he looked in the mirror. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a white long shirt underneath, jeans and tennis shoes. He looked decent enough. He gave one more look at the mirror, giving himself a big smile, not yet big enough to be real but fake enough to fool some people. Here's to hoping it fooled Vegeta!

He left the bathroom and walked downstairs to the living room, where Yamcha and Puar were sitting on the couch.

Yamcha gave him a look from the couch, "Are you sure you want to do this dude? I mean you can always say something came up and cancel."

I mean he could Yamcha but we all know Krillin is not good at setting boundaries and being polite is his main default anyway.

Krillin gave another sign, "I know that, but I did promise Bulma and canceling would be impolite."

See, told you.

Puar piped in, "You do look good though Krillin. That's a very nice outfit."

At least someone is neutral on the idea of him going.

"Thanks, Puar, are you sure you guys don't need anything before I go?" He asked while reaching for his jacket.

"You know we don't dude, now get going, you don't want to keep Bulma waiting."

Fair enough, Krillin gave one final goodbye and walked out the door.

Once the door closed behind him, Krillin felt the weight of exactly what he was doing. He was going out with Vegeta. Alone. Where anything can happen and would happen.

Shit.

He finally made it Capsule Corp, barely before eight pm, he stood at the front door before mustering up the courage to knock on it. Now began the quiet panic attack. You know, the kind where you have a very happy face on the outside but on the inside, you're just screaming into the void and want to run away. Krillin was currently having that but there wasn't a smile on his face and personally, combusting right on the spot seemed to be more appropriate, would leave him without the guilt.

I really cannot be doing this. Krillin felt his eye twitch before taking a deep breath. Oh well, can't back out now.

As Krillin put the last nail in his coffin, the door opened. There was Bulma standing out the door with her hair in a ponytail and in some sweatpants and a tank top.

"Hey Krillin, thanks for coming! Come right on in!"

Krillin found himself in the kitchen with him and Bulma just talking to each other. Nothing too important, simple small talk with an old friend. He was offered something to drink but he declined, mostly because he thought that if he tried to put something on his stomach, he would be sick immediately.

Bulma herself had a light beer can, "Honestly Krillin, I really didn't think you said yes. I was pulling my luck there!" She said with a smile before taking a sip of beer.

I mean neither did I but yet here I am. Krillin just gave her a smile back.

"It honestly fine Bulma, anything to help a friend!" Krillin said with a wave of his hand.

Bulma was about to say something before the doors of the kitchen opened and both her and Krillin turned their heads to see Vegeta walk in.

"Oh, hey Vegeta, you made it just in time! Krillin's been here for a few minutes." Bulma was saying but Krillin really wasn't listening.

All he could think about was how...interesting the saiyan prince looked. Maybe it was the tight black shirt he was wearing or the matching skinny jeans that showed off his hips or maybe it was the jacket he was sporting that still showed off his muscles. All that matter was that Krillin was feeling warm suddenly.

He finally came back to reality when he felt Vegeta's eyes on him, which just made him feel way more warmer.

Krillin gulped and gave a shaky smile, "H-hey Vegeta, how have ya been?" He asked politely before shoving his hands in his pocket.

Vegeta just gave him a grunt, trying not to show any interest in how his babysitter was looking today. I mean what kind of idiot would he be to admit that how much Baldy looked good in a t-shirt or that the baggy jeans make him look less ugly than usual or the fact that black looked good on. He actually looked...decent in that outfit.

What the fuck was going on with him?

Bulma could feel something was brewing from these two and just looked between the two of them before shrugging.

"Well you too, you best be going, the night's not getting any younger!"

~STARS~

Ya know Krillin has made a lot of mistakes in his life but this may take the fucking cake. All he could say was that at least no one had to force conversation. Honestly, there was something somewhat peaceful about having a walk, well mostly with Vegeta trailing along behind him, looking like a pouty child who was forced to be somewhere with his parents. He could feel the piercing gaze of the alien prince, but he hasn't made any kind of move for anything, he was just staring at the back of his head like he was bullseye.

"Um hey Vegeta, are you okay back there?" His only answer was a grunt, which he took for a thumb-up.

Krillin just gave a nod, "We should be at the bar in a few more blocks, so not that much waiting."

Krillin was mostly talking to himself at this point but that is what happens when your nerves get the best of you.

They finally made it to the bar, which was a small little place and it was also really quiet despite it being a Saturday. Krillin actually didnt know what the saiyan would do if it was bumping and loud-nothing good was what he settled on.

Krillin asked for a table and then thanked the hostess when she said it was only a few minutes. Krillin gave her a small smile, especially because Vegeta was in the background with a permanent glare etched in his face. Krillin has a feeling that he would be having to do that a lot for the prince.

The wait wasn't that long and before long, both were seated at a table and their server would be with them in a moment.

Krillin started to drum his fingers against the table, not trying to look directly at Vegeta. That's because if he stared too long, he would be forced to engage in conversation, that was mostly a manners/Krillin thing than what was expected of him. Also, Vegeta's shirt was low enough to see his chest and that was...causing some weird feelings to rear their ugly head.

Dear Kami, Krillin really needs to know the benefit of saying 'no' doesn't he.

While Krillin was having a crisis on his side, Vegeta on the other hand was feeling really bored and confused at the moment.

Why the hell did the bald one agrees to this. Vegeta continued to frown. More importantly, why did the woman ask him of all people to join him.

Vegeta knows the earthling hates him, well most of him and his friends hate to be more exact. He knows that there is nothing to gain from this, so why would he do this? Also, why the hell the woman was so insisted on what he was wearing, especially with these kinds of clothes. Honestly, at this point, Vegeta couldn't take this type of silence. Especially when he was the one with the questions.

"So, what did the woman pay you in return for doing this?"

Krillin nearly jumped from his seat, "I'm sorry what was that?"

Oh Krillin, you heard him loud and clear.

Vegeta narrowed eyes, "I think you heard me baldy."

Krillin really wished he had said no now, "Um, Bulma didn't give me anything for this. I was just trying to be nice to her...and you." That last part was muttered.

Vegeta blinked in complete bewilderment, "What?" Was his only answer back. This admission caused him to sit back in the booth.

"I said I did this for both of you. Bulma needed some 'time' away from you because of how hard you've been training, and she just was so tired of fixing that gravity chamber. And then there's you, if I am being honest with you, I really don't know you." Wow Krillin can't shut up when he's under pressure. "Besides I kind of own you for what you back on Namek and it is kind of nice to get out of the house and have a purpose again."

Vegeta just stared at him with a look of something other than mild boredom or anger. Congratulations Krillin, you as a human that is not Bulma, has left the Prince of all Saiyans speechless.

Had he not been so shocked that he would have noticed the server had arrived. Krillin had to order some fried wings to pass the time and two glasses of water. The server left after Krillin thanked her and the table was back to silence.

Krillin went back to looking everywhere but at that still shocked look on Vegeta's face. He had the sneaking suspicion that this would come back to bite him in the ass.

Oh, how right you were Krillin!

Before anyone could day, Vegeta had snapped back into reality and slammed his hands against the table, scaring the shit out of Krillin. The shorter man nearly fell out of the booth and just stared at the alien.

"Look at me damnit!" Vegeta growled angrily, because of course he was. I mean what else would you expect from a guy whose default emotion is anger. But that wasn't what was bothering him, no not at all.

What Vegeta could not understand is why? Why did Krillin put himself in the same room as him, willing mind you, after all the things he's done to him. Is that how stupid humans are, trusting a person that threat to destroy their planet? A person that would, if given another chance, would do it all again...or that's what he tells himself.

And now, he was going to try to ignore what he had just said and not even look him in the eye.

Yeah, fuck that. Vegeta glared at Krillin, who was trying his best to sink under the table.

But Vegeta wasn't going to back down, "You mean to tell you that you are doing this willingly without any kind of gain from it. Why the hell would you spend time with me, a person that could literally kill you if he wanted to. I thought you were smarter than that Baldy." He inched closer with each sentence, nearly climbing over the table.

He was right in Krillin face, their faces nearly touching, he was so close that he could feel the shaking breath of the human. He could have kissed him at this point if he wanted to, not that he wanted to do that.

Now, Krillin has many options, either run to the bathroom while he had a massive panic attack, which may just cause Vegeta to follow him and he would be even more cornered. Another choice was that he could just be silent but that would cause a angrier Vegeta, which may end up with the cops called and he was not prepared for how to explain an alien on earth. Or that, he could just...tell let it all out.

Which one did you think that he did?

Krillin closed his eyes, "You're right I am not that smart because if I was, I wouldn't be here right now. I would be at home, staring up at the ceiling wondering why the hell am I alive, wasting precious time not being asleep and thinking how useless I am to the people that I care about. But no, I have to be a fucking people pleaser and now here I am." He gestured with a wave of his hand, "With some alien that has done nothing but harass and threaten my planet and friends, killing some of them even, because I have some stupid hope that you have changed. And now I am being yelled at by an alien who is extremely close to my face, which is making me feel things that I don't want to have to examine. So, yes Vegeta, I am not that smart but tell me..." Krillin finally opened his eyes, "You're here with me, so how smart are you then?"

And with that, the bald man leaned back into the seat with his arms crossed, giving him a hard look. If there was a time where he grew a spine, then this was an interesting time to do so. Vegeta was sent reeling as he was wondering where Krillin got the balls to even imply that he was an idiot. Or where he got the balls to even speak to him like that in general and what did he mean by feelings, what was Vegeta supposed to do with that. He fell back right into his seat with a growl before following Krillin's example.

And yet again, the table was brought back to silence.

It stayed like that for all about the time the food came out. Krillin stepped out of his funk to give the server a small smile and a quiet thank you but all Vegeta just grabs a wing and shoving it in his mouth. He just continued glaring at Krillin, definitely not mad that he hadn't got a smile out of the other man since they got here.

Krillin did not eat anything, he did not have an appetite and would probably just end up throwing up anyways. He finally stops giving Vegeta the stink eye and looks at the patrons of the bar. Nothing was going right with tonight and he really hoped that Bulma didn't ask for any more favors because he knows that he couldn't say no. He took a sip from his water, still looking away from Vegeta, mostly out of pettiness than anger.

It wasn't long before Vegeta had devoured the wings and Krillin was about to ask if he was ready to leave but Vegeta just stood up and headed for the door.

Krillin tried to yell after him but just sighed, then flagged down the server.

Vegeta was walking back home, well it was more like stomping. He had his hands in his jacket pocket and he was hunched over like a pissed off gremlin. He couldn't fucking believe this shit! When he got back to Capsule Corps, he was giving that woman a piece of his mind. This night out was such a complete failure that he rather be back in the gravity chamber, on the verge of death before he did this shit again. And the worse thing about it; he felt that feeling he had back in the chamber but what the fuck does he care? He was mad about Krillin, that was what he was angry about!

Who the fuck does Baldy think he is? Vegeta thought angrily, silently gritting his teeth. He thinks I'm so pity case, some weak creature that needs supervision like a child. He could go fuck himself!

Why don't you go fuck him yourself, coward but I digress.

Vegeta was not some pity case, he did not need anyone to make him feel better about his current predicament. He knew he was hated; stuck on a planet that he had planned on destroying less than a year ago, which just reminded him more of his failures. He knew how people felt of him and he was perfectly fine with that. He could deal with being alone, he was used to it, even with all the life around him, he knew just how alone he was. And he was fine with that.

He was, wasn't he?

The alien prince was so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn't realized that Krillin was following behind him, more like marathon running after him. After paying for the food, he had to track down Vegeta's ki in order to find him. Krillin finally reached him, "There you are, I've been trying to get your attention for like five minutes! Didn't you fucking hear me?" Krillin reprimanded while trying to catch his breath.

Vegeta finally realized his presence and, continuing to be a child, began to walk any faster. The shorter man had just about enough of this and walked right after him.

"What the fuck is your problem, you've been nothing but a jerk this whole night and now you're ignoring, seriously the fuck is your problem?" He did not get an answer, which made him reach his boiling point and in a fit of justified moment of rage, ripped Vegeta's hand out of his pocket to stop him and get his attention.

The prince froze right then and there, with Krillin not so far behind. Vegeta looked down and when he saw their conjoined hands, all rational thoughts left him. All he could think about how bold the human-the audacity to touch him like this-but also how warm and small Krillin's hand was. He couldn't think about anything else but how batshit crazy humans were, how they have no respect for those more powerful than them, and how really fucking tiny and soft the hand he was holding was.

Krillin finally had calmed down enough to realize what the hell he was doing and immediately let go of his hand, "Oh shit, I-I am so fucking sorry, I didn't mean to do that, i-it's just…" He was sputtering at this point and he could feel his cheeks becoming red.

I mean at least we can tell that Krillin is breathing while Vegete seemed to have stopped breathing and was like a deer in headlights.

The ex-monk then gave a deep sigh, "Okay listen, I am so so sorry for what happened back at the bar, I'm just…not everything has been going well and at this point, I am so fucking lost. And I'm sorry for grabbing you like that, I just wanted you to listen to me." Krillin said quietly before looking down at his shoes.

When he did not get a response again, Krillin was becoming scared and looked up to see that Vegeta still was stuck in the headlights.

Krillin gave a sigh and put his hands in his pockets, "Ya know what, it has been a long night, maybe we should go home." Krillin began to walk only stop when he realized that Vegeta still hadn't moved. He walked back over to the prince, linked his arm with his arm and started to drag him back home.

The walk back to Bulma's place was very quiet and if Krillin was being honest, seemed to be more peaceful than on the way to the bar.

He didn't feel the pressure or eyes glaring a hole in the back of his head, but he rather takes that than this weird silence from Vegeta. He was kind of worried about the prince, but he seemed to be breathing and was walking just fine.

They finally made it to the house and Krillin let go of Vegeta to push the doorbell. He turned around and gave him a small smile.

"Well, guess this is the end of the road." He laughed while rubbing the back of his neck. "Again, I am really sorry for what happened tonight, I'll completely fine if you never doing this again. Thought, if I am being honest, this hasn't been the worst nights of my life. You're much better company than I thought you would be."

Vegeta seemed to have finally came back to his body and just nodded. He really didn't trust his voice at this point, especially since he felt like energy was going to come from it. The door opened and there was Bulma, still in her sweatpants but looked much better, as if she took a nap while they were gone.

Bulma had a bright smile on her face, "Hey guys, how was your night out?"

Vegeta didn't even answer just stiffly walked inside the house, pushing past Bulma. The blue-haired woman gave a surprised look to Krillin, who just gave a shy smile.

"It was an…experience that's to say the least. Ill talk to you later about it." Krillin said before walking back to the entrance of the house, giving Bulma another small smile before taking off in the night sky. This left Bulma standing there, with the door wide open, her mouth wide open; trying to comprehend what just happened.

"What the fuck did I miss?"

End Notes- This is part one of like at least a ten-chapter story. I have so many ideas for these two. I think I'll be posting an update every month because writing 3-5K words of some fanfic as a busy college student seems a lot to do. Though, this does calm me down after a busy week and I get to be in my rarepair hell for a few hours. I hope you guys enjoyed and I'll see you guys in a month!