A/N: I like writing Pregnant!Vegeta craving food, so have more of this. Thanks to severe depression for making me want to do nothing but write Preg Vegetable be a whiny bitch, thanks to Andrew Lincoln for being alive, and thanks to me for actually living almost everything that happens to Vegeta. How did I survive that day? The world may never know. Shout out to my Kakarot (again) for talking me through the apple juice incident. I love you!
Shot III: Cravings, Part 2
Every little teeny tiny thing has set Vegeta off since the second he woke up this morning.
He hadn't slept at all last night; the rapidly growing fetus inside his body decided to partake in what felt like somersaults all night long. He finally fell asleep at 6 AM, but only to be waken up by Goku's radio alarm clock (which screamed some kind of twangy bluegrass music that Goku has recently taken a liking to), and he felt a surge of irritation that his newfound hormones amplified tenfold. When Vegeta asked why the hell he wanted to wake up so goddamned early in the morning, Goku informed him that he was going to begin sparring with Trunks all day for the next month, starting at an early 6:30 in the morning. Vegeta didn't bother to ask why, but when he mentioned that he didn't want to join them today because he was exhausted, Goku laughed and told him that because he was pregnant, he was completely worthless on the battlefield and Goku didn't need him slowing them down. Of course, that wasn't at all what the younger Saiyan had actually said, but it was what the sleepy and frustrated Vegeta heard. The Saiyan Prince had assumed without hesitation that because it was his son, he was invited to be there. It's common knowledge that Goku is stronger than Vegeta, but this was such a slap-in-the-face reminder of it first thing in the morning. Of course Trunks wants to be trained by Goku.
"It's not that!" Goku tried to tell him. "Its just that I don't want you or the baby getting hurt!" Goku had scrunched his nose and scratched the back of his head nervously. "Just because you aren't showing yet doesn't mean that there ain't a life in your belly. What if I accidentally punched you right in the baby?" He bit his lip. "Please don't be mad."
Vegeta told him to fuck off, but after Goku had left, the Prince couldn't go back to sleep to save his life. So instead, he decided to take a shower; yet another thing destined to go wrong.
The shower handle broke right off in his hand when he had attempted to turn it on. With a groan of frustration, he threw it onto the floor and began to stomp away. His foot landed awkwardly on the rug and it slipped out from beneath him. Vegeta fell flat on his ass with a heavy smack.
Finally, he figured that watching television could in no way harm him, so he sat down in the living room, where Trunks left The Walking Dead on. Vegeta just started the show a few weeks ago and was relieved to see that the episode had just began, right where he left off - in the middle of season 4.
Of course, he should've known that something would go awry. He had grown fond of the character Hershel, the white headed old man who took good care of everyone and had convinced Rick to settle down and start a farm. So when the Governor brought the blade of the sword to Hershel's throat and the old man's head rolled along the ground, Vegeta let out a strangled yelp and threw the remote across the room with enough force to break through the wall and land in Trunks' room.
And now, after he has somehow managed to survive until 10 o'clock, Vegeta stands over the brand new bottle of apple juice, giving it the darkest glare he can muster. His fists clench and unclench and he's ready to rip his hair out. All he wants is apple juice and cheese, and after he discovered that the cheese was about three weeks too old, his craving for the juice grew staggeringly. The thing is, the bottle won't fucking open.
He takes a deep breath and pulls a hand to his temple, massaging. This act has become rather habitual.
"I cannot believe," he speaks aloud, "that first, my teenage son would rather train with Kakarot than me, second, the shower handle just came right out of the goddamn wall, then Hershel gets decapitated, and now, I want some fucking apple juice, but the son of a bitch bottle won't open!" He releases a frustrated growl and spins around, taking an angry step. He runs right into a large mass and stumbles back a bit, crying out in what's slowly becoming pure rage. Glancing up, he sees Goku, his head cocked. "What the hell are you looking at, you damn clown?"
Goku's eyes widen and he glances over his shoulder as if to check and see who else Vegeta might be speaking to. Coming up empty, he turns his attention back to Vegeta, the signature look of confusion gracing his face.
"Me?" he asks.
"No, the other idiot," Vegeta snaps. This time, Goku turns completely around to check the area for another person.
"'Geta, I ain't sensin' anyone else. Who're you seein' that I ain't?"
"You're a moron!" Vegeta shouts, tossing his hands above his head. Goku turns back around and looks down at the shorter Saiyan.
"You are talkin' to me, aren't ya?"
Vegeta covers his eyes with one hand and leans back against the table. "I'm going to fucking break your nose."
"What's wrong?" Goku asks, brushing off the threat. He moves closer to Vegeta and holds his arms out. "Me and Trunks can hear you shoutin' outside."
Vegeta emits a growl, wanting nothing more than to scream and beat Goku senseless, only because he's the only available punching bag at the moment. He's too tired though, physically exhausted and emotionally drained, so he instead subdues to Goku's touch and lets the third rate envelope him in a hug. Pouting, Vegeta rests his head on his lover's shoulder.
"My life is falling apart."
"Why?" Goku squeezes him and the concerned tone in his voice settles Vegeta's nerves a bit.
"The apple juice won't open."
The room is suddenly filled with light laughter. "The... Apple juice?"
"I'm not joking."
"I know." Goku pulls away and crouches slowly. He grins stupidly up at Vegeta, his eyes silently asking for permission as his left hand slips beneath the Prince's shirt and rubs the skin of his lower abdomen. Vegeta turns his head away, blushing ever so slightly.
"Hi, little baby," Goku says, pressing both hands to Vegeta's stomach. His abs are starting to melt away into baby fat. "Are you makin' Vegeta want apple juice?"
Vegeta shifts and glances to the ceiling. "Kakarot, quit talking to my stomach and open this."
With a pout, Goku stands and grabs the bottle of juice. "Okay, here I go." With one flick of his wrist, the lid twists off and falls to the floor. Both Saiyans stare at the green lid for a second before Goku opens his mouth to speak.
"How?" Vegeta interrupts, tossing his hands in the air. "How the hell did you open it?"
"It was easy, 'Geta..."
"Go to hell," he growls, pulling the apple juice away from the younger Saiyan forcefully. He pulls the gallon to his lips and drinks straight from the bottle, taking big gulps.
"Well, if that's all you needed," Goku starts, staring at Vegeta like he was fresh out of the insane asylum, "I guess I'm gonna head back out. I told Trunks I'd be right back."
Vegeta pulls the bottle away, taking a dramatic inhalation of air before nodding. The brand new jug now half empty, he sets it down on the table with a satisfied burp.
Goku nods back and starts out the open door.
"Oh, Kakarot," Vegeta calls, following his lover. He closes the door behind him and walks into the yard, approaching Goku, who stopped walking when he heard his name.
"Yeah?"
"Um, thank you." Vegeta shifts a little and stands on the balls of his feet. He plants a soft kiss on Goku's lower lip.
Goku grins from ear to ear and chuckles. "All I did was open the juice, 'Geta."
"I broke the shower."
"What?"
Vegeta kisses him again, his mood lifting which each peck. He does it again, and again. Just short, sweet kisses, calming himself and causing Goku to forget what he had said.
"Get back to Trunks," he says. Goku nods dumbly, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips.
"Okay," he says, still nodding. Vegeta watches his lover walk away shamelessly before turning around himself and walking towards the door. Excited to finish off the apple juice and finding that he has a new hankering for oranges and nacho cheese, he grasps the door handle and turns it. It makes a weird click and refuses to twist. He tries again, jiggling it aggressively. Realizing that he had locked himself out, he releases the handle slowly.
"Son of a bitch!"
End of Shot III