Saiyan Jabs

Author: Edward Tudor

Rating: K+ to M

Warnings: Yaoi, homosexuality, m-preg, AU, crossdressing, etc, etc; you HAVE been warned

Summary: Quick one-shot stories randomly written prompted by one word. Goku/Vegeta only (seme/uke)

Curtains

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Vegeta loved his room in Goku's house. It was one of the very few things in his life that he could call 'his'. The room may not have been very big or luxurious like he could remember from when he was a boy in the palace, but after living under less than liveable conditions under Frieza, the room was just perfect!

Goku had even decorated it to his liking; not without his direction, of course. He loved the rich blue cotton sheets that spread on his bed. He loved the simple oak wood dresser that sat in the corner of the room. He loved the giant ornate bookshelf that only held six books, and he loved the books, too, because they were his own choice of reading.

But most of all, he loved the curtains.

When he finally agreed to move in with Goku, after the man more than convinced him with a veritable horde of Christmas presents, Goku had asked if there was anything specific he wanted for his room. Vegeta didn't mind everything else, but he hated the way the light streamed through the thin, white curtains.

"I'm used to it being so dark," he admitted, much easier than before now that he knew Goku's affections were sincere. "I always used to wake up in the total darkness with the universe just outside my window."

"But surely you're used to it?" Goku had queried.

"I may have lived at Capsule Corp for some while now, but my reasons are purely psychological."

"Huh?" Vegeta sighed at the lost look he was given.

"I mean that only when I was on missions did I wake up to bright sunlight. And after twenty years of that going on, I've associated darkness with relaxing and light with work." He growled and ran a hand through his auburn hair. "I wish I could explain it better…"

"No, I think I get it," he said brightly. "I'll see what I can do!"

A few days after that, Vegeta walked into the kitchen to find Goku with six different material swatches of different shades of dark and of different materials. At the time, he had completely put the curtain thing out of his mind, so all he did was watch before shrugging and going about making breakfast for the two of them. A terribly domestic chore, but one he found comfort in.

Another two weeks later, and Goku had rushed into his room with a giant smile on his face. In his hands was a very big rectangular box.

"I've got something for you, 'Geta!" he crooned. Vegeta, at first, tried to feign indifference but it was a little difficult when his Christmas stocking was hung out over the unused fireplace as a constant reminder of the younger's feelings.

"What?" he watched as Goku tore up the cardboard and pulled out the contents. Vegeta was speechless for a moment. All he could see was that it was pitch black in colour and a heavy, velvety material.

He arced a brow.

"What is it, Kakarot?"

"Your new curtains!" he crowed happily. Vegeta's eyes had widened and his jaw had dropped a bit.

"Those…are my curtains?"

"Yup! You said you associated being relaxed with the dark, right? So I decided to get you curtains that would block out the light! I brought home some swatches that I asked Bulma to lend me, and I held them up to the windows to see which one blocked out the most!"

Vegeta stared in awe. He may not have been on earth for long, but even he could see that such decadent material and of such rich colour must have cost quite a few pretty pennies! His mouth flapped open and closed a few times; unable to think of anything to say.

"So…do you like them?" Goku asked, hesitantly. Vegeta stared, his heart in his throat and the telltale signs of tears prickling the back of his eyes. It was hard for him to believe, let alone accept, that someone would really go out of their way just for him and ask for nothing in return. He liked Goku, a lot more than he was ready to admit out loud. But right there and then, with the man holding out curtains he specially bought for his comfort, Vegeta could admit to himself that he was falling and falling hard for the earth raised Saiyan.

"I don't like them, Kakarot," he said, watching the man's face fall. "I love them." He hoped to kami the heat in his cheeks wasn't a blush from watching as his face lit up brightly.

"Great! Then I'll just hang these up for you!"

Vegeta watched as he happily tottered over the window and plucked out the white cotton curtains. He liked the younger Saiyan, that he could admit. And, in a way, he felt bad that he could not seduce the younger man into 'thanks' because that would make the gift very cheap. No, he would continue to let Goku court him and he would readily accept his gifts because they were proving to be incredibly thoughtful.

And when Vegeta felt ready to move and admit it out loud, he would tell him how he felt. He had a feeling those curtains would become even handier then than they were going to be now.

AN: terribly written, I know, but I just had three sakazuki of shochuu!

Curtains follows Stockings