Chapter Summary- Krillin and Vegeta are entering a new phrase of their relationship, their first day is…interesting.

I never felt this way/How do you give me so much pleasure/And cause me so much pain?/I never have loved someone, the way I love you/

Vegeta stood at Krillin's door for a few more seconds, feeling like his body couldn't move, like he didn't want to move. His butterflies were now taking a liking to just making his life a living hell because they were just so happy to be with Krillin. The prince finally got his bearings, put his hands in pockets and walked away from the door; his thoughts needed to be elsewhere before knocked on the door to see Krillin one more time. He didn't want to disturb the human and end a good night.

As if the Goddess were out to get him, Bulma came out from around the corner with her arms crossed like a parent that caught him red handed with a smile that'll make the devil shiver. Shit, he knew he forgot something.

Still smiling like a shark smelling blood, Bulma opened her mouth like a demon ready to such the life out of him, "So, how'd the date go?" Wonderful, amazing, would do it again but did the woman need to know that, no. However, he knew that she wouldn't leave him alone and worst, she may bother Krillin for an answer and he couldn't have that.

He stared at her, "How much do you want to know?"

~STARS~

"You gave him my jacket, I paid good money for that jacket!" Was the only thing she said after he recalling what happened tonight. He wasn't really surprised. This was Bulma of course. Vegeta rolled his eyes and took a sip from his water bottle, letting her rant to him about how inexcusable of him to be kind. He was leaning against the counter.

"From all that I told you, the jacket is what you caught from that?" He said nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow.

She glared at him before taking a sip of her beer, "Oh I think I got the most of it. You're completely gay for Krillin and he is completely gay for you. You had a nice outing where you continue to be gay for each other and hold hands like you're both five and this is your first crush. You then come home, walk him to room like the prince you claim to be where I find you staring at the door like a creep. Did I do well?" She had returned his raised eyebrow with the addition of a little smirk.

Okay fine maybe she was listening, but she didn't actually have to know that. He just scoffed at her and folded his arms like the child he was.

Bulma still had a smirk on her face as she got up from her seat at that kitchen table and walked over to him. She put an arm around his shoulder and her hand with the can against his waist, her head on his shoulder.

She then sighed, "Aww my poor Vegeta. It's okay sweetheart, I'm sure Krillin is having the same problem too." The mixture of beer on her breath and that sweetly sick tone made his nose itch in disgust.

He grunted but didn't pull away, "Woman you need to stop drinking, it's making you more manic than usual."

She giggled before letting him go, "You know I'm right and that's why your deflecting. Just talk to Krillin, I'm sure you'll be surprised by what you get from it." She patted his cheek before leaving the kitchen. Vegeta watched her leave and once the door closed, he grabbed his bottle and left as well, ready to call it a night.

When he finally made it to his room and stripped down into his underwear, climbing into the soft mattress calling his name. He laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling, his mind on how the little human a few rooms over. He closed his eyes, thinking back to how the night went as images of Krillin filled his mind. The sweet smiles, the tiny hand that he held on the way back, it made his head clear about the softness that Krillin brought to his life.

Krillin was laying bed now, wearing a long shirt with the jacket laced in his fingers. He was staring up at the ceiling, gripping the jacket in his arms like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. This was way out of his element.

What the fuck is happening to me? He looked down at the jacket, his eyes shining with content and pulled it closer to his face. The soft texture, the smell of Vegeta was sending him into heaven and the short man curled into himself. His mind played back the movie and how close the two are together. How they walked in the park after and the jacket being given to him. The hand he held and the fly back home as he was given the sincerest smile he has ever seen.

I've never felt this way before, what is this feeling? His hands were running over the jacket, fueling his fantasy of having the prince being all around him. He wanted those callous and rough hands holding him, being what he needed to feel safe. He rubbed his face into the soft leather, thinking about the deep voice that bloomed warmth inside his chest. The feeling of that hand grasped him with no fear and even held it tighter when he tried to pull away, he really liked that. Those eyes that were usually filled with hardness seemed to have softened for him and that made his mind ease. What was Vegeta doing to him?

The younger man buried his face into the jacket and his body relaxed as the quiet of the room was slowly bringing him into sleep, the beating of his heart being his lullaby. For the first time in a while, Krillin finally felt peace.

~STARS~

It was the next morning and Krillin was going to do something nice for Vegeta. He wanted to show him how much he appreciated the night out and the one thing he could think about, was baking. He knew that Saiyans like to eat and he did like to bake, it was a simple solution. So that's how Krillin found himself in the kitchen making chocolate cupcakes at nine am in the morning after not being able to sleep any longer.

The reason he couldn't sleep, simple, he dreamed about Vegeta again for the second night in a row. The darkness of the park with only yellow streetlights as they held hands, the world around them going silent. He would have the attention of the prince and black eyes would be burning in his soul, reaching deep inside of him. A feeling of warmth spread through his body, making him relaxed and content, and…alive.

It played through his mind and settled in his mind like a parasite, feeding on any interaction with Vegeta in a vicious hunger. God what was he doing? Making cupcakes as a nice gesture for someone who did something nice for him, there was no reason to overthink it. Or that's what he told himself as whisked the cake mixture, the smell of vanilla feeling the kitchen.

"I knew something good in here, those smell delicious Krillin!" He turned around to see Bulma walking in, still in her sweatpants.

Krillin smiled at her, "Thanks! There for Vegeta for last night." Once batter was as smooth as can be, he poured them into the tin.

Bulma chuckled, "Aww, that's sweet Krillin. I'm sure he'll love free food." She walked over to where he was standing, "Especially when it smells as good at this."

He rolled his eyes as he put on the cupcakes in the oven, "Anyways, does Vegeta like anything with his cupcakes?" Krillin had no idea what saiyan liked and on what their nights out, it wasn't really about eating was it.

You, feeding them to him, naked. Bulma shrugged, "I guess some frosting and sprinkles will work." Listen, she had no idea what goes on in the mind of her guest and if she did, she'd probably have a mental breakdown. Deciding that she was right, he got out the frosting out and rainbow sprinkles from the lower cabinet. He then hears Bulma says she has to go back to work and to at least save her one cupcake before Vegeta devours them all. Krillin agrees, waving a hand as he checked up on the cupcakes to make sure they were fine. Once he was done with that, he sat down at the table and laid his head down on the table, waiting so that he could finish his gift.

He'd really hope Vegeta would like it.

Vegeta woke up early to train this morning and while it did not lead him to be a super saiyan but at least it worked off what…ever he was feeling currently. He always did feel better after destroying something, it even felt soothing to him. When he had gotten out, he picked up a very nice smell and he thought that the woman's mother had made some of her treats again. He still wasn't sure how that harpy came from her; the blond-haired woman was way too generous, well the woman must have gotten some of her kindness since she did let him stay here with them.

Wanting to see what was being made, he made his way to the kitchen only to see Krillin standing out the counter doing something. He was wearing one of the same shirt he had on when they bumped into each other a few nights ago and all of his butterflies were flips to mess with him.

Krillin must have sensed him because he turned around, a white substance on his cheek. The human then put on a smile that made the prince feel warm on the inside.

"Oh Vegeta, I was waiting for you! I have a surprise for you." Krillin then grabbed something from the counter and showed him a platter of…cupcakes? Is that what the women called them? It didn't really matter because they looked fucking delicious!

He must have been showing his appreciation because Krillin chuckled, "So who like them then? Well it's my gift for taking me out yesterday!"

The human then thrusted the plate to him, making the prince hold it against his chest. Krillin made this for him because of yesterday? That was nice of him.

Krillin then rubbed his neck, "I really hope you enjoy them; I'll see you later."

Before Vegeta could get another word in, Krillin left the kitchen by moving pass him and went out the doors. The prince watched him leave and the usually opinionated prince found himself speechless, all because of a small human.

Resisting the urge to go after Krillin, he stared at the cupcakes in his arms before picking up one of them and taking a bite out of it.

It was good, holy shit it was good. He quickly devoured the cupcake before taking another one off the plate.

"Oh hey, Vegeta." Still munching on his delight, he turned around to see Bulma standing there.

The woman then smiled, "Oh sweet, Krillin finished his cupcakes, I can't wait to have one." She then had the nerve to reach her harpy hand out to grab one.

These are fucking mine. He growled at her and put an arm around his treats. As she opened up her mouth to probably bitch at him, he sprinted towards the door.

As he left out the door, Bulma's screech followed him, "Vegeta, you greedy gay asshole, get back here!"

~STARS~

Krillin was laying on his bed wondering how Vegeta was liking the cupcakes, hoping everything was okay in the kitchen. It did make his hear flutter when he saw the hungry look on the prince's face and not in the innocent way either. That was until he heard a knock on his door, and he thought Bulma needed something, especially when there was another faster one.

He got up from his bed and opened to see Vegeta, with the plate of cupcakes in one hand and one he was eating. Seeing the saiyan actually eating his cooking was sweet to see, even if it meant being reminded just how much Vegeta could eat.

Nevertheless, he smiled, "Hey Vegeta, ya need something?"

The human knew how bad it was to stare at people but listen, watching a humanoid alien devour about two dozen cupcakes in less than fifteen minutes was fascinating to watch. Thought he still had no idea why Vegeta was in his room, did he mind? Not really, it made him feel good that Vegeta would come to him. When Vegeta was halfway done, Krillin realized that he was laying on his stomach now with his hand on his cheek. He was also much more closer than he had been when Vegeta started eating the cupcakes, now only a few inches away from him, across from muscled thighs.

Shit. He sat up and scooted back to the headboard, giving them about six feet of distance from the prince now. Thank Kami, Vegeta didn't notice. He put his knees up to his chest and still watched, not saying a word as he silently counted how many cupcakes were left. It was about five, never mind, four cupcakes stood standing against the mouth of a saiyan.

Hell, I'd like to go against that mouth. Ignoring that thought, Krillin watched as two last cupcakes being devoured and he finally decided to speak.

The human titled his head to the side, "So I guess you really liked the cupcakes huh?" Vegeta finally turned to face and him, and wow did saiyans eat like toddlers. Like really messy toddlers that had no of what taking your time meant. Krillin gave a little laugh and got up from the bed to walk over to the bathroom. He grabbed some tissues and when he sat back down on the bed, he handed them to the saiyan.

Vegeta wiped his face and soon looked more normal without vanilla cake all over his face thought there was still some sticking on his face. Krillin let the small giggle pass through him before swallowing it.

The prince finally opened his mouth, "I did like the cupcakes, Krillin. They were delicious." Well that was good at least, maybe he should make some more for him?

"I sure hope so, it's still all over your face. Here let me help you." He grabbed the tissue from Vegeta's hand and started wiping his face, getting off crumbs as much as he could. God, how much actually went inside of Vegeta's mouth?

What he failed to realize was how close him was because he was back in Vegeta's personal space if saiyans had any. The other hand was on the alien's shoulder and Krillin had a knee on each side of Vegeta's hips. Krillin, while trying to clean the messy saiyan's face, had their faces almost touching as he wiped him. Vegeta had to dig his hands into the bed sheets because it took all of him not to touch Krillin because that would not end well for him. Krillin still was wiping away, complaining about how he ate and doing that little giggle that made his heart warm.

Krillin finally pulled away and had a smile on his face, "Alright that should be good enough, you look much better now." He then touched his face, which sent a spark inside of Vegeta, as he felt himself relax into the touch. If there was one thing that he wouldn't mind, it was when Krillin touched him like that.

The human started checking his face, "Well if you learn not to have it all over of face, then maybe I can make more for you." He would like that very much.

Krillin was being playful again, maybe this was okay?

He grabbed the hand on his face and raised an eyebrow, "Why don't you teach me then, Krillin?" He stroked Krillin's hand, feeling himself relax even more.

Krillin laughed and tapped Vegeta's face with his thumb, "I guess I will then, Vegeta." He said it in a faux-deep voice, which sent the human into a little fit of giggles and laying his head on the prince's shoulder.

Vegeta felt himself stop breathing as soft skin on him, and he was pretty sure the sheet has rips in it by now from his other hand. When he felt Krillin's head off his shoulders, he saw the happy face of Krillin, and his butterflies were saving that into his memory. The human then looked down and the smile left his face because holy fuck, he was straddling Vegeta's lap. Then what he just did hit him like a ton of bricks, he had put his head on Vegeta's shoulder, he touched him like they were together and may have implied something vaguely inappropriate to him.

Shit! Krillin got off Vegeta and sat next to him with his hands in his lap, waiting for death to take him. He couldn't believe it, he was supposed to clean his face, not fucking be on top of him like that, oh Kami please don't let the saiyan be weirded out by that. Vegeta on the other hand was trying was breath normally again as the warmth left his lap but he could still hear Krillin's voice, it just sounded really far away. Dear goddess, he had Krillin's in his lap and he liked it, very much at that.

Krillin could feel himself sputtering out apology after apology, really wishing that Vegeta would say anything at this point because he was feeling more like an idiot than usual. The heat on his face felt like karma to him. Deciding this nightmare had to end eventually, so he got up from the bed until he felt a hand on his wrist. He turned around to see Vegeta with his own blush and suddenly, Krillin didn't feel so alone anymore.

Vegeta stood up from the bed, still holding his wrist, "You're fine Krillin, I didn't mind it. You felt…nice in my lap." Krillin thought it was compliment but still felt embrassament shot through him.

The human looked down at the floor, "Thanks Vegeta and again; I'm really sorry for that. I'm not usually like that." He really wasn't like that and he didn't why Vegeta made him feel like that. Like it was normal to be all in Vegeta's personal space.

The saiyan then gave a laugh, "You're not the only one, I'm not usually like this either." Krillin felt his hand squeezed and he looked up to see the look he was given last night. A look that made him feel like everything was ok.

He let go of his hand, "I'll see you later, Krillin." Krillin didn't say a word as he watched the alien walk out his door, but not before giving him another smile that made Krillin's heart ache. He was then alone in his room and yet somehow, he felt trapped.

What is going on with me? Krillin groaned and flopped down on his bed, curling up with a pillow over his head. He needed to get this under control. This was unfair for both of them.

Vegeta stood on the other side of Krillin's door as he finally felt like he could breathe. He had Krillin in his lap, by complete accident of course. He wished that his butterflies knew that because they were having a field day in his stomach. He put a hand over his eyes which did not help him as the only thing he saw was Krillin's happy face and warm smile. Vegeta needed to clear his head but the idea of training was making him sick and he didn't think that wouldn't be a good idea.

What he needed was to get away from anywhere that smelled like Krillin, even the mention of the human was filling his stomach with butterflies. He took a deep breath and walked away from Krillin, anything that would make him question who he was. Deciding what was best, Vegeta went back to his room as it was the only place that didn't remind him of Krillin. When he opened the door, he was expecting a quiet room where he could be lost in his thoughts and maybe calm himself down.

What he got was Bulma sitting on his bed with legs crossed, pretending to be the lady that she thought she was as if she was waiting for him. Her still afro hair matched her sharp blue eyes as she glared at him from her spot on the bed. The goddess was out to get him, wasn't she? On second thought, he would rather get hit in the face by a drone at this point. Hell, he'll take having butterflies in his stomach every time Krillin looked at him and make himself look like a fool in front of the human than deal with Bulma.

She smiled angeringly at him, "Hey Vegeta, how have ya been? I'm great by the way. I've been looking for you everywhere, you greedy dumbass. Where the hell have you've been?" When he opened his mouth to tell her, what happened flooded in his mind and he could already feel the heat on his face.

Bulma stared at him and turned her body around to face him, "You were with Krillin, weren't you?"

He nodded and looked away from the woman because he really wanted to escape the thoughts of the little human, well apparently that was not a good idea. He heard a giggle and knowing the fact that Bulma may have been laughing at him did not sit well for the prince. When Vegeta looked back, he saw the all-knowing smirk mixed in with the woman standing made him feel like interrogated.

She put her hands on her hips, "Let me guess; you two were feeding each other cupcakes while blushing like teenagers, hands touching ever so softly as you stared into one another's eyes. How far off am I?" Bulma teased in a faux sultry voice, her hands clasped together as she looked at him with big eyes.

Vegeta glared at her, "That is none of your fucking business and why do you care so much?" He was getting more irritated because he just wanted to be left alone and think about Krillin without having to see him.

The woman rolled her eyes, "Because its my house and if you tell me…it'll get me out of your hair faster." Well that did sound promising and he did want Bulma in out of his way.

He still had on his glare, "Fine but after you leave and I get some quiet." Bulma nodded and sat back down on his bed, patting the bed to signal that he should sit down as well.

Vegeta was already regretting this.

Bulma was laughing her ass off by the end of the story and Vegeta wished he kept his mouth shut. It didn't help that he was blushing as he told the woman what happened because he was glutton for punishment.

She kept on snickering as she took a deep breath, "You two are dumb, you know that right?" He just grunted and look away from her.

He then felt the bed dip again and now he could smell her perfume, meaning that she was way too close to him. Nope, she wasn't getting a reaction out of him.

Suddenly all he heard, "Did you like it?" And his blush was back all over again because he did like it, actually he would do it again if Krillin would let him. But he would never let Bulma know that, she would be more of a harpy then before.

She still got her answer as her face lit up like a Christmas tree, "You did like it, dear god, you have it bad." Bulma patted his shoulders and got up from the bed.

Vegeta grunted and laid down on the bed, fully waiting for the woman to leave so that he can get some peace. All he wanted to at this point was think about Krillin without having to be bombarded without seeing the man in the real world.

"Have fun thinking of Krillin, Vegeta. I'll see you for dinner, right?" He gave another grunt and he heard the door close, finally she was gone.

The room was quiet as the prince found himself with his thoughts, now getting the time to deal with how he was feeling because quite frankly, this was way too new for him. What he was doing with Krillin was knew for him, the butterflies, the hand holding, the longing; never something he had to every think about. The way he felt so comfortable with the human was what really surprised him, Vegeta was wired by nature to be on edge. Most saiyans were always on their feet and alert, waiting for any kind of battle to happen. Also, being under Frieza, it was a requirement to be light and ready.

But being on earth, especially living with someone like Bulma, it was strange to not always in a fight even if he had someone like Kakarot, one of his own kind, around him. How he was treated always baffled him, he had done horrible things but yet, he was forgiven and given a place to stay. Humans were strange creatures was what he quickly learned. Then came along Krillin, who has showed him nothing and ruin him. His hands and bright smile had made the prince into a wreck, making him feel things that weren't even a thought beforehand. He blushed like child and stammered over his words whenever faced with anything to do with Krillin, it was so unnatural for him.

Vegeta gave a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, a thought running through his head.

What are you doing to me Krillin?

Endnotes: See, it's only a day late! I'm not a total liar. Anyway, I was having trouble with this chapter because I; at first wanted to do a massive chapter but as I was writing this, common sense took over. So, this'll be split into two chapters before we get to middle. So, the next chapter will be just gay yearning with Bulma being sick of these two. I should have that up in three to four weeks, and WGBitN should be updated as well.