A/N: I'm still alive (kinda).

I wrote this for bringinyaoiback quite a long time ago and decided to post it here (since I haven't actually written anything else in forever). And I'm awful with titles so, yh.

Enjoy cx

Shot VII: Propose

"Kakarot," Vegeta whines, his hand searching for Goku's as his eyes scan the field in front of him. The wind blows harshly, whipping the Prince's hair in every direction. A shiver shoots up his spine. "What are we doing out here?"

"It's a secret," Goku answers. Vegeta cocks his head to catch his mate's expression. He looks extremely anxious, and dots of sweat litter his cheekbones even though it's a solid 40 degrees outside.

"What are you up to, Kakarot?" the Prince asks skeptically. He raises an eyebrow.

"I said it's a secret!" Goku releases a noise with properties of both a whine and a growl while avoiding Vegeta's gaze. He glances to the sky and squeezes Vegeta's hand.

"Whatever." The Prince shivers again and stuffs his free hand into his pocket. "How much farther? I didn't expect you to make me go hiking for twenty minutes in the middle of winter, or I would've brought a jacket."

"Mhm."

Vegeta glances at Goku again, watching as the opposite male tucks his lower lip between his teeth. 'What the hell has him so distracted?' he wonders.

After a few more minutes of trudging through the tall, slightly damp grass in the field, Goku stops moving abruptly and tugs on Vegeta's hand. The Prince halts as well and studies his partner, sensing the nervous energy he emits. There's a long, awkward pause, the air between them thickening with anticipation of something Vegeta feels he's oblivious to.

"Is something wrong?" he asks, his eyes watching Goku's. "I don't like how you're acting. It's making me uneasy."

"Hey, 'Geta, I gotta question."

Vegeta leans forward, forcing their eyes to meet. Their gazes lock like puzzle pieces and Goku grows flustered. His face flushes red and he slumps a little under Vegeta's glare.

"What's your question, Kakarot?"

"Um…" Goku squirms. "Okay. Here I go. So uh, we've been datin' for a long time, right?"

Vegeta's heart leaps upward into his throat and he straightens, taking a precautionary step backwards. There are two scenarios that could branch from that solitary sentence. The way Vegeta sees it, Goku is either going to end their relationship, (which seems highly unlikely to him, they fucked thrice just this morning) or…

"Go on," he speaks slowly.

"Er… yeah. So uh, we've been together for awhile." He nods once and he finally breaks eye contact with Vegeta, glancing down at his feet. "And I've thought a long time 'bout it. And I talked to Bulma, 'cause I wasn't sure how to do this."

"Kakarot," Vegeta breathes, tilting his head a little.

"So, um…" Goku's hand pats his pocket a few times. He pauses, and a look of panic strikes his face. "Uh, shit, wait." He kneels down and searches the ground around him, the tips of his ears burning a deep shade of red. Vegeta blinks in disbelief.

After a moment, he stands back up, scratching the back of his head. His eyebrows bunch and his nose scrunches in thought, and the scene eases Vegeta's nerves a bit.

The Prince knows what's going to happen now, and he really isn't all that sure if he's prepared for something like this. Not that Earth's traditions mean much to him, but this is clearly a big deal for Kakarot. He swallows around the lump in his throat and runs a hand through his hair.

Goku's eyes suddenly widen and he slowly pulls his hand away from his head. Reaching toward his other pocket, he repeats the ritual, patting a couple of times. Relief causes every muscle he has to visibly relax and he sighs.

"'Kay, sorry 'bout that." He chuckles anxiously. "Anyway, 'Geta, so, eh…" Goku drops to one knee.

Vegeta's entire body explodes in an intense warmth, and the 40° temperature now means nothing. His knees feel a little weak, and no matter how much he tries to convince himself that this is just some silly earthling thing that means little to him, he still finds himself filled with happiness and pride in his mate. He attempts to speak, but the words become lodged in his throat.

Goku's hand reaches into his pocket and he fishes around. He draws his hand back and a small object tumbles into the grass. As it falls, it glints brightly, and Vegeta lets a small smile slip out. His mind reels about the future, even as Goku shrieks in distress and begins to comb the grass for his possession.

"Vegeta, don't look!"

"Wh–, Kakarot…"

"Don't lo-ok!" He curls his torso over his searching area to block Vegeta's view.

The Prince turns away to respect his partner's wishes, covering his mouth with one hand. Giddy excitement bubbles in his chest and he giggles.

"Um, 'Geta…"

Vegeta turns back around, glancing down at Goku. "Yes?"

"I ain't findin' it. Couldya help me?"

Vegeta bursts into a heavy laughter. He can't recall the last time he's been this genuinely happy. Even if Goku seems to be having bad luck with his proposal, it wouldn't be the same otherwise. Vegeta prefers it this way, with his clumsy lover loosing the ring.

"Kakarot, you're an idiot." He continues laughing and squats down, taking Goku's face in both hands. "Yes, I'll marry you, Son Goku." Vegeta leans forward and kisses him. Even with the rush of adrenaline and excitement, Vegeta can feel how warm and soft Kakarot's lips are against his own.

Goku smiles, long forgetting about his missing ring, and stands, scooping Vegeta up in his arms. Happy tears flood his face and he kisses Vegeta again.

"Good," he laughs. "I love you Vegeta."

"I love you too, Kakarot." He brings a thumb to Goku's face and attempts to wipe away a tear, but he only smears it across his new fiancé's skin in his efforts.

Vegeta's future has never looked as promising as right now.

End of Shot VII