The Verdict and Late Night Drinking

As expected, Kakarot is getting away with it, I already spoke and denied everything, Broly was completely destroyed when I kept saying Kakarot was a good man, he never did any of those things, there was an interesting thing that Broly mentioned but when he didn't give out an evidence they ignored him and passed onto Kakarot, how the hell did he manage to put drugs in Broly's apartment?! His new lawyer, I think his name is Krinin, Krimin or something like that, gave the Judge the photos of my kidnapping and the ones of the dead Glacies family. When the Judge said he was guilty and had two life sentences I felt bad for Broly, he didn't do anything wrong, but I can't let Kakarot down.

"Kakarot! I'll make you pay for this!" Broly yelled as they took him away.

"Congratulations, Goku you once again proved your innocence." Krilin chuckled while giving Kakarot a sincere hug, patting his back "how bout we celebrate? I know a good club around here with beautiful girls!"

"Maybe later, I have things to do." He gave Krilin's head a few gentle rubs before walking off towards Vegeta.

"Are you serious? Hey! Goku! Damn it."

Vegeta stands putting his journal away, smiling kindly as always, both hands behind his back, Kakarot raises an eyebrow when a small, extra chocolate cake is shoved into his face.

"This is for your victory and because I never gave you anything for your birthday...so um, happy victory/birthday!"

"This is the first time someone gives me something." He observed the cake, wondering how many calories it had.

"What? That…that's so sad."

Kakarot laughs and ruffles the young journalist's hair before opening the cake, he inhales the sugary scent, quickly remembering the birthday cakes his mother used to make for him when he was a kid, the memories making him emotionally uncomfortable, how long has it been since he last saw her? 15? 17 years? How did he manage to move on without his parents? It was time to change a few things.

"Come, Vegeta…let's go home."

Vegeta would feel his heart puff up and his stomach tickle each time the man would pronounce that sentence, happily he skipped after the wall of seriousness, the people looking at him, he didn't mind if they talked behind his back, life was a boat, a train or a plane, it doesn't stop until it reached the final target, hypocrisy, envy and ego represented the small complications that tried to stop it, in this case, the people. Life was like a song, it was just too short and there was no replay button on this.

Back home, Vegeta set up the table while Kakarot took a long bubble bath, the young journalist quickly cooked up some mac and cheese, putting the cake in the middle of the table, gently setting Kakarot's glass down for his wine and for him, some juice, he then changed out of his formal clothes and put on something more juvenile and baggy around his body.

After waiting for a life time, almost, Mr. Son finally made his appearance, Vegeta was happy to see him wearing a tank top and some sweat pants.

"You're dressed like a normal person!" Vegeta teased.

"I thought it was a good idea, now what did you make?"

"Mac and cheese."

"And that is?" Kakarot sits down "something fast and high in calories?"

"Would you stop worrying about the damn calories!" Vegeta gives him his dish "eat all of it!"

Impressively Kakarot ate the cheesy food without hesitation, the fork going in his mouth, lips pressing closed, with a swift pull the fork comes out clean, Vegeta watched Kakarot lick the cheese off the side of his mouth, it was seductive and erotic watching, he reached out for the wine and poured it in the glass for him.

"The wine tastes delicious with the cheese…hm I should try this more, would you like to try?"

"No, I don't drink, my dad would spank me."

"You're father isn't here, you live with me, that means you can do what you please as long as it doesn't get out of hand."

10 minutes later, Kakarot felt regret for encouraging Vegeta to drink, three cups of wine and the boy was stumbling around saying tons of nonsense, he began drinking when he was 15 years old, his tolerance to alcohol was good, but someone who hasn't drunk alcohol in their entire life, suddenly drinking three cups in a row that was too much for a virgin system to handle. As Vegeta twirled around, jumping on the bed like a five year old he took the time to look for upgrades for his androids.

"Kakarot!" Vegeta smacks the phone off the man's hand, both his hands fist in the man's shirt, slurring as he tried to speak "don't ignore me! Don't you dare do that like you've had many times, no Kakarot."

"I'm listening." Kakarot looks at him calm, he inhaled the alcohol scent coming from Vegeta's throat.

"I have to tell you something…" Vegeta shifted nearly spilling the wine "oh shit."

Kakarot smiles and moves the glass away, what an adorable scene he thought as he held his chin on his palm and stared at a very nervous Vegeta, the young beauty played around with one of the buttons of Kakarot's shirt.

"Mr. Ouji?"

"Kakarot…I love you!" Vegeta gave him an angry look as he gripped the man's shoulders "now I am going to kiss you…right now…I'm going to kiss you and I'm going to make you love me until you can't live without me."

Vegeta closes his eyes and leans forward, Kakarot's lips curl into a smirk as he leans forward to the young one's face, a slight push makes him open his eyes meeting with a sleeping Vegeta over his chest.

"The obvious is supposed to go unsaid." Kakarot closes his eyes, smiling he wraps an arm around the slim boy.